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After all, he is a god, and it is no problem to find a mortal to help, whether it is coercion or inducement, to get a promise.

However, Mu Feng did not have the slightest doubt that the old dragon king would die on the dragon slaying platform.

Because, the plot secretly manipulated by him, the old dragon king is not dead, he is uneasy!

Without the soul of the dragon king entangled with the Tang king, where did the Tang king come from the first intimate contact with the scripture learner?

After the water and land puja, the west heaven to learn the scriptures, without the participation of the Tang King, it will be unjustifiable.

Therefore, in order to complete the journey to the west as soon as possible and release the confinement as soon as possible, Mu Feng personally designed such a play.

After the old dragon king left, Mu Feng put away his fortune-telling stall, ignored the many mortals who came to him with a lot of money to ask him to calculate a hexagram, and Shi Shiran left Chang'an Street.

The so-called Guigu Immortal Master is just to lead to the plot of Wei Zheng slaying the dragon, and now everything has been decided, where does he still need to disguise any Guigu Immortal Master.

Well, it's not a disguise, after all, the god of Guigu who was passed down five hundred years ago was himself who had honed his Dao heart in the mortal world.

Now that this identity is used again, it can be said that he is acting in his true colors.

Seeing Mu Feng's departure, the pedestrians sighed helplessly, feeling that their fate was not good today, and they couldn't even let the Guigu Immortal Master calculate a hexagram for himself.

And when they sighed, they didn't know that their Guigu Immortal Master would not appear in this Chang'an City again after today.

Mu Feng doesn't care about what others do.

After leaving the crowd, Mu Feng found a place where no one was there and hid his body, and with a movement of his mind, he had already arrived outside the door of a temple.

Standing in front of the temple gate, Mu Feng looked up, looking at the familiar plaque and familiar handwriting, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Time flies, five hundred years have passed, and I have not changed because of time, but the things left behind back then have carved the traces of time.

Just when Mu Feng was touched and was about to chant a song "When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past", only to hear a "squeak", and the closed door of the temple was actually opened from the inside.

The temple door opened, and out came a monk dressed in a tattered robe.

This monk has white beard and white hair, and even his eyebrows are as white as frost and snow, if it weren't for his tattered robe that affected his image, just looking at the first glance, it would definitely make people can't help but think of the white-eyed ancestor of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Hey? Wait a minute!

A white-bearded and white-haired monk?

I always felt that something strange had been mixed in, but when I looked at it again, the monk in a tattered robe did have long snow-white hair, and he looked nondescript.

It's just that even though he is full of white hair, at a glance, no one will doubt that this is indeed a monk.

It seems that this white-haired and white-bearded monk has a strange magic on his body, which makes people be able to identify his identity at a glance.

Just when Mu Feng heard the sound of the door opening and turned his eyes to look at the white-haired monk who came out, the white-haired monk who walked out of the temple was also looking at Mu Feng standing in front of the temple with excitement on his face.

"Old ...... Master, is Lao Yuan mistaken, master...... Are you really back? ”

The white-haired monk looked at Mu Feng standing in front of the temple gate, rubbed his eyes a little, and when he found that it was indeed not his hallucination, he asked with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice.

Hearing the white-haired monk's words, Mu Feng nodded with a smile.

"Five hundred years have passed, and even you have grown old like this, all these years, you have worked hard."

Looking at the excited white-haired monk in front of him, Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and said comfortingly.

"No, the disciple is not hard, he can guard this temple for you, the master, the disciple is not hard at all!" Seeing Mu Feng nodding and hearing Mu Feng's praise, the excitement in the heart of the monk who called himself Lao Yuan was beyond words.

He was originally a white ape on the nearby mountain, his wisdom was not opened, he did not know how to practice, and he only knew how to play in the mountains every day.

Five hundred years ago, his lord passed by here, saw himself running in the mountains, and casually lit him, gave him the name Bai Yuan, and passed down the method of cultivation.

This is a great favor to him, even if he is asked to die in return, he will not blink an eye and frown.

What's more, he obeyed the orders of his master and guarded this temple, which is said to be of great use in the future?

Seeing Lao Yuan's hard-working appearance, Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to Lao Yuan, and it was visible to the naked eye that the twilight on Lao Yuan's body had receded, and he had regained his vitality little by little.

The most intuitive manifestation is that all the wrinkles on his face have receded, and although he is still gray-haired, his face has become ruddy and shiny.

The crane has a childish face, which is the best description.

And Lao Yuan's own realm also broke through the realm of earth immortals under this finger and reached the level of heavenly immortals.

For Lao Yuan, he knew that his qualifications were too poor, and he was already very lucky to be able to break through to the earth immortal by cultivating the method passed down by the master, and he never thought that he would be able to break through to the realm of the heavenly immortal one day.

Now, this thing that he never dreamed of was completed under Mu Feng's fingers.

Lao Yuan, who was already working hard and complaining, did not have any complaints about guarding this temple for five hundred years for the pastoral style.

As the realm of Lao Yuan reached the Heavenly Immortals, the wind and clouds above the Nine Heavens were changing, and there was a thunder tribulation about to take shape.

It's just that at this time, the Heavenly Dao was temporarily deprived of his rights, and Hongjun was still in the small black house and did not come out, in this world, the only one who had the Heavenly Dao-level Venerable Fruit Rank was Mu Feng.

Before the Heavenly Tribulation took shape, Mu Feng still waved his sleeves at the sky, and spit out the word "scatter" in his mouth.

After a word, the converging Heavenly Tribulation has dissipated and become invisible, and Lao Yuan's realm has been completely stabilized in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

These are the grace of reinvention and a great opportunity for Lao Yuan, but for Mu Feng, they are just things that can be completed with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't take it to heart.

Seeing that Lao Yuan had regained his vitality, Mu Feng nodded, looked at the plaque of the temple, and asked Lao Yuan, "In the past five hundred years, the name of this madhouse has been beaten, right?" ”

Hearing Mu Feng's words, Lao Yuan hurriedly nodded and responded, "Master, you ordered to try to get out of the name of our madhouse in the past five hundred years, so that when you encounter demons, ghosts, and supernatural things, the first thing that comes to mind is our madhouse."

For this reason, these old Yuan has not stopped going down the mountain to kill demons and demons, catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, and after these five hundred years of accumulation, almost the entire Datang knows the ability of our madhouse.

Nowadays, whenever there is a supernatural event, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is to find our madhouse to solve it.

I remember you said, sir, this is called brand effect! ”

Hearing Lao Yuan's explanation, Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, you're doing a great job. Next, I want to stay here for a while, you always pay attention to the news about Tang Wang, once the other party comes to invite, you immediately notify me, and I will deal with it personally. ”

This madhouse is the temple left by Mu Feng five hundred years ago, in order to start the plot of Journey to the West more reasonably.

really let him come to Datang twenty years in advance, let him become a baby and worship in the temple, chanting and meditating and waiting for the plot to begin, which can make him boring to death.

Therefore, in order to make it less troublesome, he deliberately left the inheritance of this madhouse, and asked Lao Yuan, who was ignited back then, to make a reputation for the madhouse as much as possible.

As soon as King Tang encountered the unjust soul of the Dragon King of Jinghe, he could think of finding a monk in the madhouse to deal with it.

In this way, there is a reasonable way for him to play.

For Mu Feng's request, Lao Yuan would not refuse, nodded his head, and welcomed Mu Feng into the temple.

After finding a room to live in, Mu Feng waved away Lao Yuan, who was waiting on the side, his eyes were slightly closed, his mind expanded, and he found Wei Zheng in his own house.

As soon as his mind moved, Wei Zheng, who was reading in the study room in his house, immediately fell asleep on his desk.

After waking up, Wei Zheng recalled slightly, remembering that he had a dream before, in which an immortal instructed him that in the near future, he would be ordered by the Heavenly Court to be responsible for the execution of the Jinghe Dragon King who violated the Heavenly Rules.

And in order to escape the catastrophe, the old dragon king went to find the help of the Tang king, wanting to delay himself for a moment and make it impossible for him to go forward.

If that were the case, then the old dragon king would be able to escape the death penalty, but he would inevitably be punished by the heavenly court.

In the dream, the immortal instructed him that if he couldn't get rid of King Tang's retention, he could pretend to be tired and fall asleep on the table when the time was about to expire.

After that, the original spirit went out of his body and went to the dragon slaying platform to carry out the order to kill the dragon king of Jinghe.

Regarding the things that the immortals pointed out in this dream, Wei Zheng didn't believe it all, nor did he disbelieve it, but secretly remembered it in his heart.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to get an order from Heavenly Court, asking him to go to the Demon Slaying Platform at three o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow to execute the killing of the Jinghe Dragon King who violated the Heavenly Dao.

At this point, Wei Zheng no longer had any doubts about the guidance of the immortal in his dream.

On the second day, early in the morning, Wei Zheng really got someone sent by the Tang King to invite him to play chess.

If there was no immortal guidance, Wei Zheng would definitely be whiteboard at the invitation of King Tang at this time.

But now that there is a solution, Wei Zheng has already made a decision, and without excuses, he followed the person into the palace.

The subsequent development was really as the immortal said in the dream, and Wei Zheng also relied on the means taught by the immortal, and the original god in the dream went out of the body and killed the Jinghe Dragon King.

It is worth mentioning that when Wei Zhengyuan Shen arrived at the Dragon Slaying Platform out of his body, because the time had reached three o'clock in the afternoon, he had not arrived, and the Dragon King of Najing River had been untied and was about to be taken back to be exempted from the death penalty.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng did not hesitate at all, and slashed at the old dragon king with the demon slaying sword in his hand, but the old dragon king saw that Wei Zheng actually came out of his body to kill himself, so he naturally would not be willing to die.

In the face of a slight sword, the old dragon king ran away, and Wei Zheng chased after him with a demon slashing sword.

It's just that the speed of the two is similar, and they haven't been able to catch up after chasing for a long time, Wei Zheng, who is in the state of the original god, is sweating profusely, and Wei Zheng's body in the palace is naturally full of sweat.

But it was said that Li Shimin, the king of Tang, saw Wei Zheng's sweat on his head, and thought that this beloved courtier was sleeping hot, and knew that this disciple worked hard for state affairs every day, and wanted him to rest here.

In order to let Wei Zheng get a good night's sleep, Tang Wang actually picked up a pu fan and personally fanned Wei Zheng to heat up.

This time, a breeze helped Wei Zhengyuanshen's foot power, and immediately followed by the wind to speed up and catch up with the Jinghe Dragon King.

Wei Zheng raised his sword and fell, and the dragon king of Jinghe immediately fell from the dragon head and died.