Walking out of the main hall of the Shangqing Palace, Lang Bochuan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the light color on his face broke through the latest chapter of the sky. For the work of sacrificing the mountain, Lang Bochuan really has no interest. is different from his father, Lang Bochuan is a typical "son is silent and strange and chaotic", and it is just a matter of worshiping ancestors and worshipping the sky, and running to this Qingcheng Mountain to worship the mountain on a cold day is purely a blind toss.

Anyway, it's over, and I can finally have a good time in this Qingcheng Mountain. Qingcheng Mountain is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain, and the Taoist relics are mainly concentrated in the front mountain, and the back mountain is a vast group of mountains, and the people are inaccessible. Although you can't go deep into the back mountain to play at the moment, there is still a lot to play in the front mountain. Chaoyang Cave, Patriarch's Palace, Changdao Temple, is a must-go.

Immediately, Lang Bochuan took a total of twenty guards and went down the mountain with Song Zheng. The foot of the mountain is naturally faster, and after more than an hour, you will arrive at Chaoyang Cave.

The entrance of Chaoyang Cave is to the east, facing the direction of sunrise, and it is said to be the habitat of Ningfeng Zhangren. It is several zhang deep and wide, and there is no hole in it. The entourage lit the torches, Lang Bochuan and Song Zheng went in and went around, sighed a few words of nature's miraculous workmanship, and collaborated on a poem, and then turned out.

"Let's go, let's go to the Patriarch's Hall first, and come back just to rest in the Changdao Temple." Lang Bochuan was very interested. There are countless eyes staring at him in the city, and there are guidelines for speaking and doing things, and Lang Bochuan must not let go of his wanderings. And at present, due to the sacrifice of the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain has been sealed, except for the Taoist priests who are registered in each view, ordinary people cannot go up the mountain, so it is very quiet. In addition to the attendants, there was no figure in the mountains, and Lang Bochuan couldn't help but indulge.

Song Zheng nodded with a smile, and immediately the team turned to the direction of the Patriarch Palace.

Qingcheng Mountain is a group of mountains, with the top of Pengzu Peak where the mountain is located, that is, Gaotai Mountain is the highest, and the other Zhangren Peak and Tiancang Mountain are shorter. The Patriarch's Hall is on this Tiancang Mountain, although it is not as difficult to climb as Penggaotai Mountain, but for Lang Bochuan, who is a little weak, it is obviously a challenge. He refused to sit in a sedan chair, so that when he arrived at the ancestral hall, he was already very tired, and he had no pride to guide the country for the time being.

Song Zheng has always been unhurried, laughing and talking about Fengyue, his face is not red or panting, which surprised Lang Bochuan's guards, and they all muttered to themselves.

After having dinner in the ancestral hall at noon, Lang Bochuan recovered his vitality, and then became interested again, leading Song Zheng to circle around the Taoist temple twice, leaving seven or eight poems that fit the situation, and came down the mountain, when the sun was already slanting in the west.

"In front of you is the Chang Dao Temple, that is, the Heavenly Master Cave." The descent was relatively brisk, and Lang Bochuan was not panting.

Song Zheng had passed by Chang Taoist Temple when he went up the mountain before, but he didn't get in, and this time he also took a good look.

Speaking of which, the Heavenly Master Cave is the subjective of Qingcheng Mountain, and the scale is not comparable to other Taoist temples. You can see the Sanqing Hall of the Heavenly Master Cave far away, the glazed cornices shine in the sunset, the twilight flows all around, looming, and the end is a peaceful scene.

"Such a beautiful scenery, how can there be no poetry!" Lang Bochuan was moved by the beautiful scenery and immediately thought about it.

Song Zheng said with a smile, "The mountain road seems to be close and far away, and it is getting late, so the prince is still faster." ”

Lang Bochuan smiled helplessly, "Why is Mr. Song so boring, a bad guy is poetic." Song Zheng shook his head and said nothing, and sped up to go down. Lang Bochuan had no choice but to speed up his journey.

Hurry up, and finally arrived at the gate of Changdao Temple before dark, and his own prince escort stepped forward to call the door. After a few moments, the door opened, and two servants, one tall and one short, greeted them.

Song Zheng frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. You must know that as a place of concern for the emperor of Shu, the Taoist view is subjective, and the Taoist servants who greet the door are naturally very particular. But the difference between the two Taoist servants in front of him is too great. The dwarf looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate face, and it was reasonable, except that his face was pale, as if he were sick. The tall man is about twenty years old, with a stout body, wide hands and feet, and although he looks good, Song Zheng always feels that he has a fierce aura on him.

Looking through the gate and then into the courtyard, there are only two lanterns lit in the front hall of Youda, and the lights are dim and very dim. In the hall at the far end, the lights were bright, and seven or eight Taoist priests were faintly seen, and one of them was facing away from the gate, as if he was worshipping the golden body of the Heavenly Master.

The attendant who knocked on the door shouted, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here, quickly call the abbot of Guiguan to come and greet him." ”

The two Taoist servants bent down and chanted "Good Fortune Shou", and the small Taoist servant said, "Your Highness enters the temple first, and the small path will go to call the abbot." With that, he made a "please" gesture.

Lang Bochuan was about to move, but Song Zheng said, "The prince should wait for a while, and the courtesy of the monarch and the minister cannot be abolished." ”

Lang Bochuan replied casually, "People outside the party don't have to care about vulgarity. ”

"It's okay elsewhere, but Chang Taoist is subjective in Qingcheng, how can it be light." Then Song Zheng said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I heard that the Holy True People often practice here. However, this Qingcheng trip came to the mountain to pray to the heavens, and everything is still good to respect the royal etiquette. ”

Lang Bochuan stopped his steps and glanced at Song Zheng curiously, in Chaoyang Cave and the Patriarch's Palace, he had never seen Song Zheng so particular, but what happened to Changdao Temple?

"The abbot is doing evening class, and he asked the prince to move to the courtyard, and we will report immediately." The taller Taoist replied, and then glared at the hesitant little Taoist servant, "Don't go quickly." ”

The little roadmaid shuddered and ran towards the door in a panic, but he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Song Zheng had deeper doubts, it is said that this servant is a person who has seen the emperor, and he should not be like this, why is he losing ground?

At this time, Gao Daoyu hurriedly said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, when I saw Senior Brother Ling for the first time, I was shocked in my heart, and I panicked for a while. ”

"It doesn't matter." Lang Bochuan is good-tempered, but he doesn't care.

Song Zheng asked casually and asked loudly, "The Heavenly Spirit Dao Master has always been good?" Although he had never been to the Changdao Temple, he still knew the name of the abbot in the temple.

"Thanks to the Lord, everything is fine with the Master."

"Is Daoist Tianji okay too? The last time I met him, the profundity of his knowledge is admirable. "This Tianji Daoist is also there, and now he is presiding over the Zunjing Pavilion of the Changdao Temple.

"Daoist Tianji is also fine."

"Nature, the two Dao Masters of Tianyun heard that Yunyou went, have they come back now?"

"This ......," Gao Daofu hesitated for a moment, and immediately replied, "They are all waiting in the temple." ”

Song Zheng's brows shrank suddenly, his eyes shot fiercely, and he stared at the servant. The servant raised his head slightly, caught a glimpse of Song Zheng, and immediately lowered his head again, not daring to look again.

Seeing this scene, Song Zheng couldn't be vigilant. He quietly took a step sideways, blocking the front of Lang Bochuan's side, and his left hand waved behind him again and again, and then said loudly, "This day Lingdao chief is rude, I knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was here, but I didn't go out to greet him early. Then he casually pointed to the attendant who had knocked on the door, "You go and have a look." ”

The attendant also seemed to see that something was wrong, and strode forward with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Song Zhengfu turned his head and said, "I heard that there are natural pictures in that compartment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince might as well take a look first, I will return to the city tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have time to see it." ”

"It's okay to delay for another day, ...... at this time" Suddenly, Lang Bochuan saw Song Zheng's Lianshi eyes, looking very anxious, and heard Song Zheng say in a low voice, "Chang Dao Temple has no nature, Tianyun is long."

Lang Bochuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly changed his words, "It's okay to go and see, the natural picture is not far from here, all the sons, go back as soon as I can." ”

The high Taoist servant was in a hurry, and hurriedly said in a loud voice, "At this time, why should the prince be in a hurry, it is better to rest in the temple for one night, and look at it again tomorrow morning, the scenery is more distinct." ”

"The prince's behavior, how can you arrange it at will!" Song Zheng scolded angrily.

At this moment, the guard who had just walked into the courtyard suddenly turned around and said in a loud voice, "Your Highness, go quickly, there is a ...... here" Before the words fell, the sound of breaking through the air began, and a sharp arrow shot into the back of his neck and came out of his throat.

Immediately after, countless black shadows poured out of the courtyard and went straight to the gate.

"Protect Your Highness!" Song Zheng let out a loud shout, and the coiled dragon sword stick came out of his sleeve and hit the tall Taoist servant. That servant was also a Lingli person, and when he heard the shouting of the guards in the courtyard, he realized that it was not good, because he had no weapon in his hand, he was hurriedly retreating at this time, just avoiding Song Zheng's blow.

He didn't know that Song Zheng had a sword in his stick. When he took a step back, he was surprised to find that a thin iron chisel had flown up to his throat. Before he could open his mouth to scream, the tip of the sword had already retreated, and the owner of the weapon had already passed him. It was only then that he felt a heart-rending pain coming from under his neck. When he tried to call again, it was a hoarse sound of air leaking.

"Zhang Chong, block the gate with me." Song Zheng shouted as he rushed forward. Zhang Chong followed Song Zheng closely, and also hurried to the gate in three or two steps.

"Close the door!" Song Zheng shouted loudly and grabbed a door with Zhang Chong. Because it was very close to the gate, Song Zheng wanted to close the door from the outside before the enemies in the courtyard arrived, intending to stop the enemy for a while.

Zhang Chong had just pulled out his knife at this time, and when he heard this, he immediately stepped into the threshold and pulled the knocker of the door on the left side. Another arrow roared, and a black light suddenly came, hitting Zhang Chong's throat. Song Zheng flicked his wrist, and the coiling dragon sword stick flew out, shooting down the flying arrow.

Song Zheng quickly glanced at the direction of the arrow, and saw a white-robed general standing on the steps of the Sanqing Palace, slowly putting on another arrow. "Luan?" Song Zheng was taken aback.

Song Zheng didn't have time to think carefully about why Luan Yu was here, it was this moment of delay, the people in the courtyard had already killed at the door, and the four steel knives were slashing towards Song Zheng and Zhang Chong in twos and twos. Thanks to the fact that the gate is not wide, if it is in a wide place, the enemy will rush together, and Song Zheng and Zhang Chong will definitely be surrounded.

The enemies in the view are all wearing the uniforms of the Shu forbidden army, and their kung fu far exceeds that of ordinary soldiers. Fortunately, Song Zheng and Zhang Chong took advantage of the location to defend the door. It's not that Song Zheng is willing to die for Lang Bochuan, but Luan Hao appears here, in case something happens to Lang Bochuan, Song Zheng will also accompany his life. Even if he is an envoy of Great Qi, he will not escape death.

Zhang Chonghan was not afraid of death, the steel knife opened and closed, and most of the doors were guarded. Song Zheng's coiled dragon sword stick is extremely tricky, fluttering like the wind, although due to the limitation of the terrain, it cannot be fully played, but it is very appropriate for Zhang Chong to block all kinds of sneak attacks.

Zhang Chong had no worries, and immediately made the tiger and tiger angry, making the entire door full of knife shadows. In addition, Song Zheng's sword and stick were unable to defend himself, and the two assassins fell in front of the door, and the rest were not allowed to step forward.

Song Zheng took the time to take a look back, and saw that Lang Bochuan was heading down the mountain under the guards, and couldn't help but curse "stupid". This assassination is clearly different from the last time in the Princes' Temple, looking at these manpower, Lang Bochuan must be left on the mountain, how can he not make thorough preparations? Although it is not known how these assassins came up through the blockade at the bottom of the mountain, it is certainly not just these people in the Taoist temple.

As Song Zheng expected, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the mountain not far from the Changdao Temple, dozens of people came out from both sides, and they were immediately killed with the prince's guards. Fortunately, the prince's protector is also extraordinary, and it can be defeated.

Just when Song Zheng was paying attention to the battle on the prince's side, Zhang Chong snorted. It turned out that a sharp arrow drilled out of the crowd and passed under Zhang Chong's ribs, marking a bloody mark.

Song Zheng hurriedly concentrated his energy to meet the enemy in the audience. He knew that he must not let these enemies out of the temple, otherwise it would be difficult to resist.

At this moment, Luan Yu, who was standing on the steps in the distance, shouted, "Over the wall!" Over the wall! ”

Song Zheng's face immediately became solemn.