Si Tian Jian Zheng retreated, and Zhu Zai faintly heard the helpless sigh of Jian Zheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Zaikai knew what he was sighing about, but he didn't have the courage to investigate the old man's crime of dereliction in front of the palace. The entire palace was silent, only Zhu Zaikai sat on the dragon chair in a daze.

Long before the Qintian Eunuch was consecrated, all the palace maids and eunuchs were abandoned dozens of meters away from the main hall.

Because every thing in Qin Tianjian is related to the society of the country and the world. No one dared to ask, and no one dared to listen.

No one knew what Zhu Zaikai was talking to the Qin Heavenly Eunuch, or what was going on.

If the king is not secret, he will lose his country, and if the minister is not secret, he will lose his body. As a king, there are many things that people don't want to know, especially those related to the affairs of the country and the operation of the Heavenly Dao. The supreme dignity is destined for many things, and the king's can only be held in his heart alone, silently bearing everything.

Without the emperor's order, no one dared to set foot in that hall, even the emperor's most trusted leaders, eunuchs, and high-ranking and powerful pavilion elders.

The emperor had been alone in the palace for almost a few hours, and there was no sound at all. It was almost dawn, and the emperor did not have a sound from the main hall. The worried palace people could only go to tell the empress dowager.

As a grandmother, the Empress Dowager Zhang is the only relative of the emperor who can be unreserved. Only the Empress Dowager can ignore any orders of the emperor and go directly to the main hall to check the emperor's situation.

No one would dare to say anything about this. Because of the concept of filial piety in governing the country, those who dare to interfere, not only the empress dowager will not let him go, but even the emperor and the ministers of the party concerned cannot let him go.

Zhang's status in the palace is transcendent, but he rarely interferes in the affairs of the court and the emperor, which is a model of the harem.

But today, the Zhang family had to drag the sick body and hurriedly rushed from Cining Palace to Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Zaikai's appearance frightened the Empress Dowager, and the sudden appearance of the Empress Dowager also startled Zhu Zaikai.

After the grandfather and grandson hugged their heads and cried, Zhang didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, and left silently. It's just that the lonely figure when he left made Zhu Zaikai want to speak many times.

The king has no righteousness, and the widow has no relatives. Since he is sitting in this supreme position in the world, he is destined to be lonely.

Zhang was disappointed, although he understood, he was still inevitably disappointed.

Zhu Zai Kai grew up and became a qualified king, but at the same time, he also became so strange, and he was no longer the grandson under Cheng Huan's knees. A dragon chair has changed the fate of many people, and it has also changed Zhu Zaikai himself.

Although the Zhang family didn't know what was going on, looking at the emperor's appearance, and then looking at the emperor's expression that wanted to speak and stopped, the deep palace Ouchi saw a lot of strange clouds, and the sinister Empress Dowager suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

What would make the emperor hide from his grandmother, unless the emperor thinks that the emperor's grandmother will not necessarily be on his side...

Yunhua?

Zhang sighed, sitting alone in the palace and sighing, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Worried about being sad, the body that had already fallen into the wind and the candle could no longer support it, and his eyes turned black and fainted on top of his phoenix.

The Cining Palace was in chaos in an instant.

Zhang would rather go to see her husband and son early than stay in the world and see the most worrying and painful scene for herself.

Zhang may have understood the power of it, and knew that he couldn't stop it, so he couldn't bear his guess about the future!

Thousands of miles away, the agarwood beads on Yunhua's wrist suddenly dispersed, and the finely polished beads of the century-old best agarwood were scattered all over the place. Yun Hua's heart tightened, and he instantly looked back in the direction of the capital with a pale face.

The game of heavenly chess, the game involves the way of heaven.

Before stepping into the nameless mountain, it was impossible for Lichen not to know the reason, but behind the danger, he also saw the opportunity, and saw the possibility of cutting off the cause and effect of the world and the world. Therefore, even if you gamble on yourself and bet on your cultivation in a lifetime, you must resolutely step into it knowing that it is dangerous.

If you are willing to give, you can only have to give to you. Life is a gamble, and the path of monasticism is not. All kinds of calamities, endless demons. Even if everything goes well, it will have to go through a Soaring Tribulation first. The bet of nine deaths and a lifetime, why should those who dare not face it bother to seek the truth?

Opportunity is rare, and if you lose it, you won't necessarily have it again. Even if the chance is slim, Lichen has to gamble.

The dust understands this, and the black hand on the other side of the dust also understands. So from the very beginning, Lichen and everyone on the other side became a gamble. A heavenly game on the path of cultivation.

The dust can't be broken, and life and death will disappear naturally. The dust is broken, and from now on, the road is open, but it will not let go of the calculating. There are two sides of life and death, there is no regret in betting!

It's just that there is no Yun Hua in the Chen's bet, no Yun Lingzi, and no one else. Therefore, no matter how many disciples there are under the dust seat, there is no one person who can meddle in everything in the Nameless Mountain.

This Yun Hua knows, Yun Lingzi knows, Yun Hengzi, Xiaoxi They also know, and then the stupid fox who was expelled from the door wall doesn't know and knows.

The nameless mountain has been an irresistible temptation from the beginning, and it is a natural conspiracy.

People in a chess game have nothing to do with right or wrong, nor do they have anything to do with affection. It's just a standpoint.

"Aren't you going back?" Yun Lingzi asked coldly.

Yun Lingzi is not a generous person, since he was rescued by the master, he has always been difficult to Yunhua, and Yunhua, who doesn't care much, doesn't even want to call "senior sister" very much. Now there is this question, purely to drive Yunhua away.

Yun Hua glanced at Yun Lingzi and pursed his lips, but he had no intention of leaving. It's just that the five fingers are slightly opened, and the beads that fell to the ground jumped up, and immediately flew up on their own and gathered on the palm of Yun Hua's hand, and then Yun Hua carefully put it into his Qiankun bag.

"Since I have become a stranger, why should I go back!" Yunhua's voice carried a trace of trembling, a trace of determination, and a perseverance under hard work.

People are not plants and trees, how could Yunhua be willing to give up a mother-son relationship with Empress Dowager Zhang. But what about Yunhua? Master is in the midst of a tribulation, how can he abandon him? And after this incident, the master and himself and the others and the palace, I am afraid that they will never be able to return to the previous relationship, what can they do if they go back?

The nameless mountain is full of evil spirits, and the dust is already a fan of the six senses at this time. Ignoring everything around him, he let the evil qi around him come and go, and the clear light on his body appears and disappears. However, the peachwood magic sword beside the dust is just to the yang, and it is natural and evil. Like an annoyed child, with the sound of a sword, it jumped around the dust, and bursts of purple thunder jumped out from the sword body from time to time, constantly smashing the evil qi that was about to condense into a ball.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful the peachwood magic sword is, it can only bounce around the dust. Before the sword spirit grows up, if there is no one to guide it, the peachwood magic sword will not be able to suppress this surging evil qi, and it can protect a radius of a few feet, which can be regarded as the limit of the peachwood magic sword's automatic protector.

The sky is bright, but the thick evil atmosphere on the nameless mountain has been so thick that it cannot be dissolved, and the whole mountain is still dark and dreary under the sun. The surrounding villages have long been dispersed by the officers and men of the brigade, and even the endless stream of boats and boats on the Yangtze River have been cut off.

If you want to say that the government doesn't know, no one will believe it. Although there are hints above, after all, they still can't stop the officials below from taking into account the turbulent discussion of things in the world. Even if it is impossible for ordinary people to know the conspiracy, there are too many people who can't stop the plot, and if the first one is exposed, it will be the end of the stench for ten thousand years.

For the official, think about the advance, think about the retreat, think about the safety. In any case, there are some pots that cannot be carried. Even if you don't worry about your reputation and don't care about your conscience, you have to be careful to unload the mill and kill the donkey, and be pushed out as a scapegoat to give an explanation to the people of the world.

"I always felt like something was wrong here!" Yun Lingzi suddenly muttered without a beginning, and the whole person became inexplicably restless. I don't know why, Yun Lingzi would feel that her heart would become more and more annoying, more and more chaotic, as if something was constantly disturbing her heart, and a nameless feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, so strong that she couldn't suppress the feeling herself.

Yun Lingzi believed in his own self-consciousness, and there must be something that he or his master had overlooked, but no matter whether he calculated or recalled, he felt clueless.

Perhaps this is the source of my growing anxiety!

"I'll look somewhere else!" Yun Lingzi can't get used to Yun Hua's cold appearance, Yun Hua was still a little popular in the past, but after that incident, he has already changed as if he has changed a person, as if the whole world owes him the same silk, and he will always look expressionless (I can't help but say that Yun Lingzi is prejudiced).

Yun Lingzi couldn't bear it, and a golden light flew away. Yun Hua glanced at it and didn't say anything. The good sisters of the past have made trouble to the point where they hate each other today, why don't Yunhua regret it?

Yun Lingzi flew above the clouds and breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking at the surging sea of clouds above the clouds, I didn't know where I was going for a while. He circled around the nameless mountain aimlessly, and suddenly as if he had found something, he immediately aimed his eyes in one direction, frowned in surprise, and immediately flew towards the hill dozens of miles away.

How hard is it to kill a half-immortal?

There are certainly not many people who have the opportunity to try it.

At least the old Taoist now chooses his head on the belt of his trousers, and success or failure is once again blocked. If you want to say that it is purely for money and wealth, or forced by the government, it is definitely not true.

Just when Yun Lingzi found out that something was wrong, the old Taoist who was practicing on the altar immediately felt nervous, but fortunately, since he dared to come, he would definitely expect this to happen.

Under the alarm bell, the old Taoist leader hurriedly took out a white lotus from his arms and enshrined it on the god case, after three bows, the originally plain white lotus was like a dyed luster, slowly turning, and the surrounding scenery also followed a burst of distortion and change, until the golden light of Yun Lingzi's flight swept through the sky. The old Taoist priest and everyone around the altar dared to breathe out a little bit of turbidity in his chest.

Even if you have this to rely on, how can you say that you are not afraid?

When the old Taoist priest was happy and excited in order to escape, he didn't notice that the white lotus had already made many people suspicious.

It's just that there is a hurry, and everyone quickly hides their thoughts. The old Taoist priest continued to do so, and the others continued to watch. The surrounding stars and flags shook, and the old Taoist priest slowly lit the second bronze lamp corresponding to the "Three Corpse Gods" on the god case.

"Huh! I obviously found out that someone here is doing it, why is it gone? Yun Lingzi above the clouds was suspicious, standing on the top of the clouds and looking around, his divine sense swept over and over every inch of land but still found nothing.

Yun Lingzi couldn't see through the white lotus's method of converging and transforming into breath, and after searching for a few laps, he had to return the same way in vain. But her sudden turn almost scared the thousands of people below.

"Senior brother, why does the emperor treat Master like this?" In the Qingcheng Cave Mansion, Xiao Xi asked Yun Hengzi with a worried and confused face.

Compared with his two senior sisters, Yun Hengzi has been honed in the world for a longer time, and has presided over the great Xuanguang Temple for more than ten years, and often deals with those officials and gentry, so he also understands the various contacts in the world and the hearts of the people. Besides, the only person Xiao Xi can ask by his side now is Yun Hengzi, a senior brother.

"Because the emperor thinks that he is the greatest, and no one is allowed to override him. It is enough for the representative of heaven to have the existence of such a 'Son of Heaven' as the emperor. There is no need for a master to be such an immortal who can transcend the world, and the imperial power is helpless, but it is very important to the Ming Dynasty. Because the Emperor would not want to have another being who could represent the will of Heaven more than him. Yun Hengzi stood in front of the door of the cave and looked at the mighty Qincha team under the Xuanguang View in the distance.

Those who can mix with officialdom are all smart people, and those who can cultivate the Tao are not stupid. It's just that the officialdom is tempered with wealth and glory, and the people's hearts are reluctant, while the cultivators are beyond the realm of things and less involved in cause and effect.

If you want to talk about the dust seat, who understands the emperor's mind best, Yun Hengzi is the first person under the dust seat.

If there is no intervention from the emperor, why would he send thousands of miles to Xuanguangguan with a humble heart! And on the second day of the catastrophe, he arrived outside the Xuanguang Temple, if he said that he had not prepared in advance, how could it be possible?

All this is nothing more than calculating, and he is reluctant to support Xuanguangguan. On the one hand, he wants to acquiesce to the officials below to kill his master, but he doesn't want to be a villain, and he will take the rest for his own use. Zhu Zaikai is a good calculation.

Do you really think that others can't see through the calculations?

Yun Hengzi can be regarded as having seen through this emperor, and also through the danger of people's hearts in the entire world.

"Why didn't Master let us help?" Konishi asked angrily.

"Because that is the Master's own cause and effect, the Master can only solve it himself. Only the Master himself can cut off all the fetters in the world, and then the Master will no longer be burdened by the world. Therefore, the Master knows that it is dangerous, but he also wants to step into it, just to want a consummation. If we intervene and the consummation is not there, Master is afraid that he would rather have the demons in his heart and die dead! Yun Hengzi sighed and explained.

"And the master who survived this tribulation is probably no longer the master of the past!" Yun Hengzi said in his heart, looking at the green mountains and green trees outside, he felt a sense of loss that he couldn't get rid of, and he couldn't drive it away.

I can't tell if it's a fantasy or a real world, and a bright moon appears and disappears. The raging fire light on Qingcheng Mountain illuminated the entire mountain, and the long sword in his hand was like a fierce god, and he slowly came out of the gate of Xuanguang Temple with blood in his hand.

Now Lichen's eyes are scarlet, and the endless killing intent is like a beast, not living up to the appearance of the old madman in the past. It's just that behind the fierce body, I can't hide the deep sadness and loneliness.

Even if the dust is still muddy, the six senses are confused!

The Xuanguang Temple was destroyed, and when he sneaked in the middle of the night and saw a pair of men in front of the ancestor statue, he couldn't suppress his killing intent anymore. Then the screams of the dead alarmed more people, and in the face of the surging accusations and attacks, Lichen's originally unclear mind was left with infinite anger, as if he wanted to destroy the world.

In the Three Corpse Tribulations, the dust, which was already about to reach its limit, instantly turned into a Shura in the sea of blood. The Daoists who didn't know how to die thought that there were many of them, and at the moment when they were about to arrest the old madman, their eyes were blood-red and they finally went crazy.

Destroy! Since the inside has long been dead, why leave a shell in the world, let the world despise, and let the unscrupulous children turn this into a place to hide dirt and dirt.

Life and death rise and fall, the cycle of heaven. There is no sun that never sets, and there is no immortal Taoism. The Xuanguang Concept has been inherited for thousands of years, so what if it ends on this day? It's better than a group of demons dancing wildly and blaspheming the ancestors' sect.

Lichen didn't know if he was really crazy, and the blood all over the ground couldn't stop the killing intent in his heart, and the endless anger gushed out like a volcano, and finally turned into a boundless sea of fire, burying this own sect and inheriting the ancient view of thousands of years.

The firelight in the dark night, like an oversized candle flame, attracted the attention of dozens of miles around. Even in the middle of the night, it still woke up countless people's dreams. The voices of people under the mountain are getting noisier and noisier, and someone must have called the police a long time ago! Maybe the fire police and the police are already on their way!

Lichen felt the heat in the firelight, and the moment he walked out of the gate of Xuanguang Temple, he looked up at the plaque in front of the door.

The three quaint and eye-catching characters of "Xuanguang View" are so dazzling and eye-catching in a firelight. It was like a sharp sword that instantly pierced into the sea of dust.

As if struck by lightning, he stood motionless, his mind was instantly clear, and the infinite killing intent and anger receded like a tide.

"What did I do?" When he looked back, all he saw was the flames in the entrance gate, and the bloodstains where the flames shone...