Half a month later, Li Yuan and Yang Su came to Chang'an City with 25,000 men and horses, and Bei Minglei and Yang Lin stood at the head of the city and waited for a long time.

Bei Minglei and Yang Lin stood at the head of the city and looked at it from afar, and found that Li Yuan's 25,000 men and horses were all wrapped in plain clothes, each wearing filial piety clothes, and mourning music was played along the way, and the soldiers in the middle of the army were the most dense.

Li Yuan and Yang Su also saw the Northern Thunder and Yang Lin on the head of the city, Li Yuan showed a happy expression, but Yang Su saw the Northern Thunder but his eyes were deep.

Li Yuan didn't care about others, kicked the horse's belly with two feet, and rushed towards Chang'an City with a whip, to be precise, towards the Northern Thunder.

"Yuanba!" Li Yuan happily beckoned to the Northern Thunder on the head of the city, but what was greeted was the cold eyes of the Northern Thunder.

"Ugh!" Li Yuan pulled the reins, only then did he find that the atmosphere in Chang'an City was a little wrong, Yang Lin saw that the army was coming, and did not open the city gate to greet him, but the soldiers at the head of the city were all waiting for him, as if facing a great enemy.

"Tang Guogong, where is Your Majesty?" Yang Lin yelled at Li Yuan, who was not far from the city, and even Yang Su, who was a mile away, could hear his anger.

Li Yuan sat on the horse and lowered his head, with a sad expression, and then replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty was assassinated, and now the body is in the army."

Although Li Yuan's words were small, they could be heard by the cultivators of Yang Lin and Beiying Lei.

"Tang Guogong, please let the army retreat one mile, and you and the prime minister will personally send Your Majesty into the city."

Li Yuan knew that Yang Lin suspected that he had killed Yang Guang, but he was not afraid of shadows, so he did exactly what Yang Lin said.

As for Yang Su, although he had ill intentions, he did not show his face, and followed Li Yuan to escort Yang Guang's coffin into Chang'an City.

Because of the hurried march, Li Yuan only found an ordinary coffin to store Yang Guang's body, and then found a yellow cloth to cover the coffin to show respect.

Yang Lin solemnly took Bei Ying Lei and his subordinates to greet Yang Guang's coffin.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as he saw the coffin entering the city, Yang Lin rushed to the coffin quickly, lying on the coffin, crying sadly, maybe only Yang Lin was really sad about Yang Guang's death now.

Bei Minglei has been watching coldly, checking the faces of Yang Su and Li Yuan, but Yang Su's acting skills are very good, and he successfully expresses the feeling of a courtier who loses his lord.

Li Yuan is much simpler, he is not sad about Yang Guang's death, but he has to pretend to be sad, but unfortunately his acting skills are not as good as Yang Su, and it is easy for people to see the flaws.

Bei Ying Lei could even see the ginger that Li Yuan had hidden in the palm of his right hand, and every time he wiped his eyes with his right hand, a large number of tears would flow.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is guilty of causing you to be victimized by the gangsters!"

Yang Lin was crying and wanted to open the coffin to see Yang Guang for the last time, but Yang Su hurriedly stopped him:

"Don't open the coffin!" Yang Su grabbed Yang Lin's hand and explained, "Your Majesty's remains have begun to decay, and it is not appropriate to open the coffin again!"

"Bastard!" Yang Lin shook off Yang Su's hand with his right hand: "You dare to stop me from seeing Your Majesty for the last time!"

Yang Lin quickly pushed open the coffin lid with his left hand, the coffin nail could not withstand Yang Lin's palm, and it was broken in an instant, Yang Lin opened the coffin smoothly, and there was a foul smell in front of him.

"Hmm!" Yang Lin covered his nose, endured the discomfort, approached the coffin and looked inside, and then saw a corpse that had begun to decompose and could not see clearly.

The corpse showed symptoms of severe decomposition and emitted a foul smell, but Yang Lin could still vaguely identify him as Yang Guang from his body type.

Bei Ying Lei also approached the coffin, glanced at the corpse, and then asked Yang Su:

"Calculate the time, Your Majesty has only been dead for half a month, why is the body decomposing so much?"

"This is also very strange to us, since His Majesty's death, the Prime Minister and I have been very careful to preserve His Majesty's body, but the body is still gradually decomposing, as if some force is corroding the body." Li Yuan explained.

Bei Minglei looked at Li Yuan's face seriously, and after making sure that he was not lying, he glanced at Yang Su again, touched his chin, and thought thoughtfully.

Yang Su seemed to feel the eyes of the Northern Thunder, and immediately came to Yang Lin's side and said:

"Your Majesty is newly mourned, the country has no monarch, and a new monarch is urgently needed to ascend the throne, and the king of the backer is now the only heir of the royal family, please enthrone the emperor immediately."

"Your Majesty's bones are not cold, and the Duke of Chu wants to set up a new emperor, do you want to get the merit of the dragon so much?" Yang Lin's eyes widened.

"The prince misunderstood, the old emperors of the previous dynasties are newly mourned, and the new emperor must ascend the throne immediately, so as to avoid problems with the transfer of power, and Yang is also following the ancient calendar!" Yang Su seemed to be speaking in a hurry, but he was actually organized.

"This king doesn't care about this, he must bury His Majesty first, and then talk about the establishment of a new emperor."

Yang Su saw that Yang Lin was so persistent, and he didn't persuade much.

"Welcome Your Majesty into the Chang'an Palace!" Yang Lin screamed in pain, and personally led people to send Yang Guang's body into the palace for placement, and the others could only follow behind slowly.

Bei Minglei deliberately slowed down his pace, pulled Li Yuan to walk at the back, and asked him about Yang Guang's death.

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Three days later, Yang Lin chose an auspicious day and held a grand funeral for Yang Guang, which was attended by all the surviving civil and military officials, and Yang Su was no exception.

When Yang Guang's coffin was sent to the mausoleum, Yang Su was obviously relieved, but he was seen by Bei Minglei.

The funeral process was cumbersome, and Bei Minglei did not participate in the whole process, so he left halfway through the process and went to the Jingnian Monastery on the edge of Chang'an City.

"Jingnian Zen Temple" originally settled in Luoyang, the imperial capital, but later found that Luoyang was unstable, and then moved to Chang'an, before and after the month.

Bei Ying Lei had long wanted to go to the "Meditation Meditation Academy" to find a time to settle accounts, but he lost fifty percent of his essence in exchange for the "Immortal Stone", so he had been recovering during this time, so he delayed this matter.

"Jingnian Zen Temple" is located at the edge of the southern city of Chang'an City, covering an extremely wide area, the building is majestic, there is an endless stream of pilgrims every day, and the North Thunder has not yet arrived to smell a strong sandalwood fragrance.

When Bei Minglei walked to the door of the "Jingnian Zen Temple", he found that the Zen Temple was surprisingly deserted today, not only did no believers enter or leave, but there was not even anyone around, only a middle-aged monk, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door of the "Jingnian Meditation Temple".

The sweeping monk was about forty years old, but he had not shaved his degree, and he had long hair on his head, which was half black and half white, obviously leading the hair to practice.

What really made Bei Minglei look at it twice was the appearance of the monk, and Bei Minglei had also seen many handsome men, such as Song Que and Xu Ziling, but they were far from being comparable to this sweeping monk.

The monk's skin is so good that it makes Bei Ying Lei a little jealous.

Bei Minglei stepped forward, and suddenly stopped when he was a foot away from the sweeping monk, and the two met unexpectedly, and there seemed to be sparks in the air.

"The first master of the dignified Demon Gate, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, how can he deign to sweep the floor in the Jingnian Zen Temple."

Hearing Bei Ying Lei's words, the sweeping monk smiled slightly, dragged the broom with both hands, and handed it to Bei Ying Lei.

"Master Feng Shi, dare to take my broom!"

"Why don't you dare!" Bei Ying Lei took the broom and stood in front of him.