In the spring of March, a spring rain is like oil and crisp, dripping all over the city, and then in a blink of an eye, it is cloudy and rainy, and the warm sun is shining.

The blue sky stretched out into the distance, giving a new look to the palace with red walls and yellow tiles under the capital.

It's a pity that the people within the palace walls don't have the heart to appreciate it, but the black clouds are overwhelming, and their brows are deeply locked.

In the Qianyuan Palace, the saint had just taken the elixir offered by the aisle chief, and at this time he was leaning slightly on the couch, his eyes closed.

Xu is because of the recent continuous rain, he always feels groggy in his brain, his spirit is not good, and even his body is weak and weak, which is really annoying, and he has to rely on taking pills to wake up more and more frequently.

At this time, the troubles are constant.

The saint glanced at the two folds in his hand, his heart was in a mess, and he threw the two folds on the several cases in front of him, and sighed.

But I saw that on the two folds that were spread out, the things mentioned were nothing else, it was the matter of Meng Ren's private transfer of troops the day before yesterday.

The tone is the complete opposite.

A copy was jointly submitted by Shuntianfu Yin and Zuodu Yushi, directly pointing out that Meng Ren, as the secretary of the military department and a pillar of the court, used his private power, falsely passed the holy decree, and privately transferred troops, and demanded that Meng Ren be severely punished.

The words were sharp and passionate, the evidence was analyzed in detail, and the two important officials jointly signed a letter and handed it to themselves in every possible way, bypassing the cabinet, and the weight can be described as heavy.

The other was presented by Wu Youzhen, the first assistant of the cabinet, although it also mentioned that Meng Ren transferred troops privately, but explained that this was for a reason, and Meng Ren's godson was anxious and confused for a while, so there was no need to make a big fuss, but he was interceding for Meng Ren in his words.

The saint's gaze swept over the two folds, and he couldn't help frowning again.

In the past two years, he has been bent on seeking the Tao, and he has long been uninterested in political affairs, and every time he only picks up an important fold and looks at it twice, he asks the eunuch Bingbi or Wu Shoufu to make a decision. But now that this incident is related to the power of the army, we have to think carefully.

But this Wu Shoufu came to intercede for Meng Ren......

He has always trusted and relied on Wu Youzhen. Wu Youzhen has been an official for decades, not to mention dealing with the old man of the court, and the most important thing is that this person is different from other courtiers, not only does not prevent himself from alchemy, but instead recruits the world's famous ways for himself and collects the world's immortal grass to help him cultivate the Tao and live forever.

Such a virtuous minister, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military could not find a second one.

If even Wu Shoufu interceded for Meng Ren......

The old Tao, who had been silent for a long time, noticed the saint's embarrassment, and slowly spoke: "The saint is worried about the political affairs of the DPRK and China? ”

The old man's beard is white, he looks like a fairy wind and bones, and his voice is also extremely low and pleasant when he speaks, not slow or slow, like the sound of a bell chime.

"The secular royal power, gold and silver are rich and noble, all of which are clouds and smoke, and it is a taboo for pure cultivation, I hope that Your Majesty will not be lost in the mundane things."

Shocked by the sound of this golden stone, the sage only felt that his heart trembled slightly, and he came back to his senses, and hurriedly told Yu Lao Dao what he was thinking: "The Taoist chief is reasonable. It's just that this matter is quite tricky, and I ask the Taoist chief for some advice. ”

So he told the Taoist chief about Meng Ren's private transfer of troops, along with two excerpts.

When the words fell, I saw Lao Dao closing his eyes and groaning, holding his beard with one hand, as if he was contemplating.

The saint didn't dare to disturb, just looked at the old way and waited.

I saw that the time for half incense had passed, and I saw that Lao Dao had opened his eyes leisurely, and a trace of clarity seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Although Your Majesty asked Lao Dao for advice, Lao Dao did not dare to add more beaks to the affairs of the court, and only told His Majesty one thing, which may help His Majesty to make a decision."

"Your Majesty, do you know an anecdote that has been widely circulated in the capital recently?" Lao Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the saint as if he didn't have anything, and then turned his gaze very quickly, still the same immortal asset.

The saint frowned and asked suspiciously, "What is the anecdote?" ”

"Meng Heng, the son of Lord Meng, was bewitched by demons, fell into the evil way, went west to the demon mountain, and ate people and drank blood." Lao Dao opened his eyes suddenly, and said coldly word by word, his gaze was like ice, and he was so cold that he was chilled.

However, it was only for a moment, and in the next second, Lao Dao's demeanor became calm and indifferent, and he couldn't see joy or anger, as if what he was talking about was just wind, frost, rain and dew, and he drank three meals a day.

"Although the old Tao is still shallow, I don't know if this matter is true or not, but people are 'groundless, not necessarily without cause', if it is true, then Master Meng's behavior can be understood." When the Taoist priest said this, he paused slightly, and after a while, he lowered his voice and continued: "Maybe Lord Meng was confused by Meng Heng's demon casting spell when he was unprepared......

The saint was already in a state of astonishment.

This Dao Master is already a Dao Immortal, and even if he guesses so, then I'm afraid that things will not be far from ten.

"Then Meng Heng is really so powerful?" The saint couldn't help but ask.

Lao Dao didn't answer, but his face was deep and he bowed slightly, and only after a while did he add: "Has the saint forgotten why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly disappeared half a month ago?" And where did it go? ”

The saint was shocked, and suddenly remembered, and his mind couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Lao Dao looked at the saint's face, and knew what he was thinking very well, and couldn't help but show an unfathomable smile.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, there is an old way, and you will not let that demon hurt Your Majesty by half a point!" He stroked his beard, and his expression was already in his chest: "It's just that before the old way captures that demon, Your Majesty still doesn't lose an inch." ”

This sentence was said calmly and forcefully, unhurriedly, and the saint closed his eyes and breathed a few times, and he had regained his composure.

"That's what the Taoist said." The saint opened his eyes, and there was a flame in his eyes that had not been seen for a long time rekindled, it was an emperor's well-understood ambition: "You must not let that demonic villain take advantage of the loophole." ”

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When Meng Heng's house broke into a group of forbidden soldiers, it was still early in the morning, after he had just washed up.

At that time, the palace had just been lifted, and the forbidden army came straight from the palace to this place, and the decree said that he should go to the palace to face the saint.

Meng Heng's gaze swirled on the official uniform of the forbidden army, and he couldn't help but smile playfully in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he was "lucky" to meet the emperor of this era, and it was at this juncture of rumors.

Yes, he has learned about the rumors that have been circulating in the capital recently.

Rumors have always been like catkins, rising when they see the wind, they can't stop it. That day, Luo Yun came back dejected and asked him what had happened, but he didn't open his mouth. In desperation, he performed a little trick, and then asked the reason.

After learning the truth, he couldn't help but sneer at Luo Yun. It's just that someone secretly pushed it, and it was intentional, plus ordinary people and other people who didn't know the truth, and everyone was in the clouds.

And those who have such scheming and come straight at him, counting and counting, are just those few people.

However, I didn't expect this person to have a lot of means, and directly blew this wind to the emperor's ears.

Meng Heng smiled absentmindedly, straightened his clothes, and calmly followed them.

But he whipped all the way, and the swords collided, as if he was afraid that he would grow wings and fly away.

As soon as he arrived in the Qianyuan Hall of the palace, he immediately locked the door, and there was a "bang" behind him, blocking the wisps of morning light from the door.

Meng Heng raised his eyebrows, and his gaze swept lightly in the hall.

The light in the huge palace is not very clear, only a few palace lamps are lit on the left and right of the corridor to illuminate.

A huge shadow lurked in the corner, a trance containing a dangerous aura.

Meng Heng's thin lips were slightly hooked, and he raised his eyes to look at the man sitting on the throne without squinting.

The man wore a crown of twelve, and the hanging jade string exuded a radiant brilliance, covering the man's face, making it difficult to see.

There were no palace maids on the left and right sides of the man, only an elder in a Taoist robe stood in his hand, his beard and hair were all white, and he was half standing in the shadows, and the shadows were so full that he couldn't see it really.

But in an instant, Meng Heng recognized the identity of the old man.

I see. And so it was.

The smile on his lips deepened, and after seeing this, he became more and more calm, and walked towards the saint step by step unhurriedly.

The saint squinted, his gaze was like a sharp sword, staring at Meng Heng tightly, until he walked closer and bowed, Fang Shen said, "You are Meng Heng?" ”

The young man's appearance was beyond his expectations.

But if it weren't, it wouldn't be enough to deceive.

Meng Heng lowered his head and smiled: "Exactly." ”

The voice is clear and jade-like, but it is a contemptuous attitude and lack of etiquette.

The sage couldn't help frowning slightly, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, turned his head sideways to the shadow by the wall and said, "Meng Ren, come out." ”

"Tell me well, how did you know that Meng Heng was indeed haunted by demonic energy, and how was you confused by his demonic law?"

"The sinner obeys." A low, slightly hoarse voice sounded, and at the same time, a figure was seen hunched out of the shadows.

It was Meng Ren, who was deprived of the position of secretary of the military department and should have been transferred to another country.

Meng Ren was not wearing an official uniform, only a cloth shirt, and he bent over at this moment, looking much older.

He lowered his head and walked to the front of the steps to stand still, subconsciously glanced up at the young man, but his face changed greatly, cold sweat broke out, he forcibly endured the strange feeling in his heart, and forced his head to lower his head and no longer look at the young man.

"Eliminate demons and catch demons, and the demons in your heart can be caught; Killing his wife and son, Hugh has his own heavens. ”

Coldly, the young man's words that day came to his mind again, word by word, like a spell, which made him have a splitting headache and linger.

Meng Ren's face turned pale.

The sage waited for a long time and didn't see Meng Ren speak, and urged a little impatiently: "Meng Ren, I asked you to tell you what Meng Heng had done, if you don't say it, I will have to tell you to go to the southwest desert land and die alone." ”

This sentence was like a wake-up call, suddenly expelling the last trace of hesitation in Meng Ren's mind.

He closed his eyes, finally stepped forward, made a big bow to the saint, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, let the ministers be careful." ”

"Meng Heng's son has been weak since he was a child, and his personality is withdrawn, and the minister has been raising him in the courtyard of the house, serving and taking care of him wholeheartedly, so he will be raised until he is sixteen years old, and he does not want to be seriously ill a year ago, and he died, and the minister will be buried in pain. Unexpectedly, the change was born suddenly at this time. ”

"It turns out that the son of evil did not die, but lived outside, not only that, but the son of evil and the evil thing fell together, colluded, learned a body of demon magic and evil methods, and did evil in the capital for several months, and did evil!" When Meng Ren said this, his face became more and more painful: "It is the fault of the criminal minister, who failed to detect the actions of the evil son as soon as possible, so that today the evil son caused a great disaster, and please ask the Holy God to give him the sin!" ”

As he spoke, he knelt down and the pilgrim knocked his head several times. There was a dull rattle on the floor.

"And half a month ago, this son became more and more lawless! actually performed demon magic in public in public, and also disobeyed his father's orders and disobeyed discipline, which is really a big rebellion! In the last sentence, Meng Ren had already burst into tears and fell to the ground: "The son does not teach, the father's fault, whether His Majesty is willing to forgive Heng'er today or not, please give the sin to the minister, and fulfill the virtue of the sinful minister." ”

Since he caught Meng Heng and couldn't return home that day, he has been haunted by nightmares and worries for days.

Especially the last words that the young man said in his ear became his hidden nightmare.

Eliminate demons and catch demons, and the demons in your heart can be caught; Killing his wife and son, Hugh has his own heavens.

The past came flooding back over and over again like a tide, destroying the hard barrier he had built in his heart for more than ten years.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain.

In the past, the soul of the Yiren was broken, and the night lamented and thought night after night.

However, the more nightmares he had, the more he couldn't let Meng Heng go.

It was her only flesh and blood, and he couldn't let him repeat the same mistakes as Fushang.

For this, he will pay any price, and he will not hesitate to do it.

The saint couldn't see his subordinates like this, and his heart was full of compassion, but when he thought of the rumor, he lost a trace of forbearance.

He frowned and said, "I called Meng Heng here today, just to use the power of the Dao Master to expel the demonic energy on his body, if this matter is done, Meng Heng will return to normal, and I will naturally not blame him anymore." Besides, you don't know about this matter, Meng Ren, you don't have to blame yourself too much. ”

Seeing that Meng Ren wanted to say something more, the sage hurriedly waved his hand, signaling him to step aside for the time being, and then turned his gaze to look at the young man who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs without saying a word.

The young man's expression was flat, as if Meng Ren's pleading remarks just now had nothing to do with him at all, and he just stood there quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sage's eyebrows furrowed more and more, he straightened the corners of his lips unhappily, and said coldly: "Meng Heng, what my father said just now, can you admit it?" 166 Reading Network