In the fourteenth year of Xiantong, the spring breeze has not arrived, and the frozen soil has not been sued. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info from the Beijing division to the Famen Temple along the way, a stretch of dozens of miles of "long dragon" slowly, "dragon head" is a car battle surrounded by a Chinese tent, the top of the tent purple mist around, quite a statue of the immortal Buddha, "dragon body" is the whole of the forbidden army and the military in Chinese costumes, and thousands of people form the "dragon tail", these people are all kneeling on the ground crawling and crawling, every step of climbing, then leaning down to worship, the mouth singing: "The real Buddha descends to auspicious!" ”。

Capital.

An old man dressed in an imperial robe was half-sitting and half-lying on a chair, the lights in the room were brilliant, and the fire shone in the old man's eyes, but it showed a dead air.

At this time, the bead curtain was rolled up, and a teenage girl in palace clothes jumped over and shouted: "Father, father, my daughter is here to greet you!" ”

The old man raised his head weakly: "Wen'er, you're here." He said "yes" twice but did not follow.

The girl saw the old man touching his forehead with his hand, and asked worriedly, "Father, do you have a pain in your head again?" Wen'er will play the piano for you. ”

The girl sat in front of an ivory-colored guqin, her beautiful face was like a crystal carving, and the moving sound of the piano was like a ring of nine heavens. The fairy sound was lingering, the lamps and candles were flickering, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.

At the end of the song, the old man smiled and said, "Okay! Good! Wen'er's skills have improved again. ”

"Doesn't my father's head hurt?" The girl's face showed a joyful look, her cheeks were shining, and she was delicate.

The old man said, "It's not painful, I heard the sound of the piano, and my illness was half healed." ”

At this time, a sharp voice said outside the room: "Enlighten the saint, the national teacher asks to see." ”

"Xuan!" The old man said, "Wen'er, kneel down." ”

A red-clothed monk walked in quickly, did not bow down, and said straightly: "Holy Lord, Master Wuliang has asked for immortal dew, and the frame of the holy relics has also entered the capital. Holy longevity and longevity, only in the morning and evening! ”

The old man's eyes suddenly glowed: "Good! Okay, as long as the national teacher refines the immortal elixir, I ...... I share the eternal country with the national teacher. ”

The monk retreated, and the old man turned to look at the ancestral spirit seat behind him, and muttered, "Emperor Xianzong has a spirit in the sky, bless me to complete your will." ”

On the afternoon of July 18, the 14th year of Xiantong.

A palace girl waited outside the bead curtain, and the sound of conversation came from inside the curtain.

"Qi Qi Sheng, Tuo Shengshang Hongfu, Tuo Xianzong Emperor Hongfu, Weichen is fortunate not to be dishonored, and the immortal medicine has been refined."

"Seriously, bring it up quickly."

"Yes."

"This pill is an immortal medicine? Why is it black? ”

"Black but not turbid, as smooth as jade, it is the true color of the firmament, Master Wuliang said, the fairy dew on the fairy island is also like ink."

"Then this is the real elixir?"

"Shengshang Mingcha, Weichen refers to the immortal book left by Emperor Xianzong, collects Penglai immortal dew, Buddhist holy bones, Kunlun immortal ginseng, and ninety-nine kinds of immortal spiritual objects in the world, and refines ninety-nine eighty-one days, Fang Shi Cheng Dan, hope that the saint will never doubt it."

"Well, I know that time is running out, whether I succeed or not, let it be fate."

The palace girl outside the curtain stood straight and her feet were numb, but she couldn't wait for her father to summon her, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. I was just about to call the eunuch to report again, but suddenly I heard a terrible scream in the room. The girl looked inside through the curtain, and with a "poof" sound, a burst of fishy hot liquid splashed out, and the bead curtain in front of her suddenly turned red.

On July 19, the 14th year of Xiantong, the capital was catastrophic, the demons in the palace were haunted, the palace maids and concubines, and the guards of the forbidden army were killed and wounded, and the government and the opposition were in turmoil. Emperor Yi Zongxue, the whereabouts of Princess Yongchun are unknown......