Li Chun died, and the cause of death was, of course, eating Jin Dan by mistake, just like his idol, Tang Taizong Li Shimin! The culprit, of course, is the immortal Taoist in Li Chun's mind, Liu Mi.

Xingtang Temple, is a royal Taoist temple, was built in that famous merry emperor, Tang Xuanzong Li Longji.

Li Longji is not only lustful, but also better at another thing, the elixir of immortality. In that year, in order to satisfy his selfish desires, Li Longji destroyed the annexes of the two palaces of Xingqing Palace and Daming Palace, and built a magnificent Xingtang Temple on the ruins of the two. Since then, it has become a royal Taoist temple where the emperors of the past dynasties lingered.

Unfortunately, the Xingtang Temple is not as auspicious as its name: since the construction of the Xingtang Temple, the thriving Tang Empire has begun to decline, and it is thriving. As a result, everyone knows that Li Longji lost his favorite little wife in Maweipo, the noble concubine Yang Yuhuan; Then, he lost his throne and became the emperor in a daze; In the end, he died desolate in the bleak Xingqing Palace.

However, immortality has been a temptation, a fatal temptation, for the emperors of all generations. Li Longji's ending will not affect the passion of his children and grandchildren to seek immortals, and for more than a hundred years, the Xingtang Temple has always been smoky and immortal. One emperor after another, batch after batch of alchemists, persistently stuck in front of the bronze cauldron of Xingtang Temple, tirelessly refining the legendary immortal elixir.

On the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the fifteenth year of Yuanhe, early in the morning. At this moment, Liu Mi, a Taoist with a childish face and a fairy wind bone, was waiting hard in front of the bronze cauldron of Xingtang Temple, anxiously waiting for another furnace of immortal elixir Nine Turns Dancheng. This liar who was worshiped by Li Chun as a god, of course, would not have thought that last night, just last night, Li Chun, the son of the Tang Dynasty. has already controlled Bintian, and the murderer turned out to be him! No, to be exact, it was some big man hiding behind the scenes who decided that the murderer was him!

So, when the wolf-like jailer kicked open the door of the Danfang, Liu Mi didn't know what was going on. Before he could recover his senses, a heavy iron chain was already wrapped around his thin, white neck. Subsequently, he was brutally dragged out of Xingtangguan by the jailer and dragged into the prison of Jingzhao Mansion. Here, he will have the privilege of experiencing a long-standing art of punishment in ancient China, not to mention the board and the leather whip, which can only be regarded as a piece of cake in the face of torture with all kinds of tricks.

In this prison drama starring Liu Mi, what kind of torture did he taste, it seems to be an interesting topic. However, what is certain is that in the gloomy cell of Jingzhao Mansion, our Liu Da Immortal must have tasted one or two delicious meals like cloak and roasted meat. Because, although our Mr. Liu Mi has not suffered much, he is not a fool, and he still knows how big a sin it is to "kill the king". Once he confesses, his little life will not be saved, and I am afraid that even the heads of his third uncle, fourth uncle, eldest brother-in-law, and brother-in-law will probably have to move. Liu Mi understands that after entering the prison of Jingzhao Mansion, nine out of ten of his little lives have already been removed, and his most realistic idea should be to grit his teeth and not say anything about death, perhaps, he can also pick his family clean. Therefore, a plate of small dishes such as boards and leather whips naturally can't open the slender jade mouth of Liu Daochang, who has tasted all the delicacies of the mountains and seas. But Liu Mi is not a god after all, nor is he a ** member, he has neither a spell that penetrates the heavens and the earth, nor does he have an iron will, once the executioner uses a big meal such as a cloaked coat and branded meat, Liu Mi will definitely regret why he crawled out of his mother's belly. At that time, it's basically what you ask him to say, and as for the family, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to protect you, but I just can't stand it.

The result can be imagined, Liu Mi not only admitted the crime of "killing the king", but also explained the details of every crime vividly and clearly, of course, these so-called details are the result of the master's persuasion behind the scenes. As a result, the big people behind the scenes got the iron evidence, their emperor, their most feared emperor, died of taking Jin Dan by mistake, and the culprit was the damned demon Liu Mi.

Twelve days later, Jingzhao Mansion received an order to execute Liu Mi. Prior to this, Liu Yu's accomplice and accomplice, the monk Datong, had already been beaten to death.

Receiving the order, the jailers were nervous. Because, Liu Mi is a Taoist, a well-known Taoist. Usually, Taoists are people with spells, not to mention Liu Mi, a very famous Taoist in Chang'an. It is said that the most powerful spell of the Taoist is to cast a spell to hide, and the jailers know many similar stories by hearsay.

"Do you know Luo Siyuan? It was Luo Siyuan who taught Emperor Xuanzong the Concealment Technique. A tall, thin jailer said mysteriously.

"Yes, yes! That's a legend! ”

The legend began when Li Longji asked Luo Siyuan for the so-called art of concealment. I don't know if Luo Siyuan deliberately has reservations, or Li Longji's talent is really limited, when practicing alone, Li Longji will always show some corners, either a sleeve or a hat, and the palace people who participate in the game will always be able to find Li Longji who thinks he is an invisible success.

In order to completely master this stunt, Li Longji put down his body and begged Luo Siyuan in every way, but Luo Siyuan just refused to teach him. After going back and forth, several times and three times, Li Longji finally lost his patience and became anxious. Ordinary people are in a hurry, it's not a big deal, but Li Longji is not an ordinary person, he is the emperor, and if the emperor is in a hurry, of course the consequences are very serious. This time, Luo Siyuan can be regarded as a big deal, a big deal.

Li Longji, who lost his patience, became angry and moved to kill, but Luo Siyuan was not an ordinary person, so Li Longji arranged a special way of death for him, which was very special. He asked Colliers to wrap Luo Siyuan into a rice dumpling with an oilcloth, then crushed him to death, and finally buried his body in the dirt.

If the story ends there, of course, it won't be unusual. However, there is a following to Luo Siyuan's story, which made Li Longji stunned.

Ten days later, a eunuch who had just returned to the capital from Sichuan brought back a piece of news, a jaw-dropping news: Luo Siyuan is still alive, not only alive, but also alive!

Don't doubt the reliability of the news, because on the Shu Road, this eunuch met Luo Siyuan, who should have been executed a long time ago. Luo Siyuan on the donkey's back is still fluttering, still with a childish face, and still full of red light. On the back of the donkey, Luo Siyuan shook it from afar, and said with a smile: "His Majesty the Emperor's joke is a little cruel, I won't play with him!" ”

After finishing speaking, Luo Siyuan laughed loudly and walked away, leaving only a little eunuch who was as stupid as a wooden chicken, shivering in the breeze.

"Also, there is Mao'an Road in Lushan!" A short, fat jailer continued.

Speaking of which, Mao Andao is a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, so indifferent that he has never shown off his skills in front of strangers. It's a pity that the indifferent Mao Andao accepted two apprentices who were not very indifferent.

Taking the opportunity to go home to save their relatives, the two apprentices finally escaped the sight of the master, and they decided to show off their stunts in front of the public, and make a name for themselves, wouldn't it be cool! They targeted the show off in one place, a very special place, the knot made the tooth gate, and the Zhenhai knots made the tooth gate.

It's a pity, unfortunately, Zhenhai Jiedu makes Han Yun a person who doesn't like magic and doesn't believe in warlocks. Therefore, when the two of them swaggered to the Jiedu Envoy Tooth Gate, they became Han Yun's prisoners.

Even more unfortunate than the unfortunate is that when these two warlocks prepare to use the Disguise Technique to escape, they find that the spells that have been tried and tested in the past are not at all brilliant today. The panicked two suddenly remembered Master's advice before leaving: Don't sell your spells in front of others, otherwise, the spells will fail!

In order to save their lives, the two apprentices confessed to their master without thinking, and Han Yun, who was determined to kill all the warlocks in the world, promised that as long as they confessed the master's residence, he would let them go like farts.

Before the two apprentices could speak, Mao Andao had already floated in.

After the greetings, of course, it was just Mao Andao who was greeting alone, and Zhenhai Jiedu made Han Yun not speak at all, but just looked coldly at Mao Andao chattering there alone.

After the greetings, Mao Andao made a small request with a smile, asking for a glass of water to drink. But even this little request, Han Rong didn't pay attention to it. However, Taoist priest Mao Andao didn't mind at all, picked up the inkstone on Han Huang's book case, and poured the ink inside into his mouth. Then, as soon as Mao Andao turned around, he sprayed a mouth full of ink on the bodies of the two apprentices, and in an instant, the two apprentices turned into two little black mice, making the teeth run around in the huge knots.

Before Han Yun and the others came to their senses, Mao Andao had turned into a goshawk, grabbed an apprentice with one hand, no, it should be a black rat with one claw, and rose to the sky.

Since then, the three masters and apprentices of Mao Andao have been flying like a rainbow, and there has been no news.

"And, ......" The jailers began to tell the story they had heard of about the life-and-death situation in which the warlock escaped. However, soon they quieted down, because everyone realized a problem, a very serious problem: Liu Mi's name is not inferior to Luo Siyuan and Mao Andao in the past, and if Liu Mi is also as withdrawn as Luo Siyuan and Mao Andao, we will be miserable!

These jailers, these once arrogant and domineering jailers, at this time, their hearts are full of fear. After all, they are all old, young and young, and there are a number of big wives and little wives in the middle. By the way, there are also a large number of gold, silver and jewelry extorted and expropriated, and life is so good, they don't want to be implicated in the slightest because of Liu Mi.

"Everyone, everyone! Don't worry, don't be afraid! I have a solution here, an ancient and tried and tested method! A jailer who was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, said confidently.

In the eerie and terrifying dungeon of Jingzhao Mansion, Liu Yu was huddled in a corner of the cell, gritting his teeth, resisting the bursts of sharp pain that kept hitting his whole body.

Suddenly, the door of the cell was rudely slammed open, and a group of fierce gods broke in, and without saying a word, they besieged Liu Mi in the middle. Then, the group began to do the same movement in unison, unstrapping their trousers.

Liu Mi was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand what kind of torture this was, a fishy and salty liquid with human body temperature was poured on his face, poured into his mouth, and poured on every inch of his skin.

These hot springs, like small snakes, crawled along Liu Mi's once fair and delicate skin, crawling into every wound on Liu Mi's body. Liu's skin began to twitch violently, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't help but roll violently and wail loudly.

However, he could not roll, for a pair of large strong hands had already pinned him to the ground; He couldn't howl either, because as soon as he opened his mouth, a lazy wife's footwrap had been firmly stuffed into his mouth.

Liu Mi struggled desperately, however, to no avail, and the sticks had rained down. Soon, Liu Yu stopped struggling, and only a pile of flesh and blood were blurred, still trembling slightly.

The jailers put down their sticks and smiled at each other: no, nothing! There is no hiding place that makes them scared, and there is no goshawk that makes them tremble. It seems that the old method really works fucking well.

Tonight, there are no legends.