Di Renjie crossed his hands and saluted, he didn't know what Xiao Yin was doing with a child, although he knew that Xiao Yin was talented and precocious, far surpassing children of the same age, like a little adult, but children are children after all, lack of experience, and it is even more difficult to resist danger alone.

"His Royal Highness King Yin."

The officials of Honglu Temple saluted one after another.

Xiao Yin jumped down from the tall horse, his body was as light as a swallow, he took out a pale yellow rune paper with the length of his palm and the width of three fingers from his arms, there was no handwriting on it, only three small black dots like ink stains, and handed it to Di Renjie.

Di Renjie took the talisman paper: "Taifu's talisman?"

Xiao Yin nodded, this was given to him by his father Zhao Wujiang.

Di Renjie breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and threw the rune paper into the sea of fire, the rune paper was ignited in an instant, turning into ashes, he was stunned for a moment, and secretly said that he was confused, and he acted rashly before he asked how to use it.

But in the next moment, the cold wind around suddenly blew towards the sea of fire, and the night sky above Pingkangfang dripped an imperceptible drop of heavenly rain, and then, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain poured down.

The sea of fire is like snow meeting the sun, and it disappears in an instant.

The crowd erupted in cheers:

"God bless me Datang."

Di Renjie looked at the black smoke of Pingkangfang, at this moment Pingkangfang was only left with a scorched black ruins, the corpses buried in it were mixed with the rest of the burned things and could not be distinguished, his face was ugly, worried, the sky was on fire, what was going on? Is it a coincidence? Is it artificial? Is it a heavenly punishment?

"His Royal Highness King Yin is really auspicious and star-like, as soon as he arrived, this flowing fire falling from the sky was forced to flee and disappear." The little official of Honglu Temple bowed down, with a flattering smile on his face, complimenting Zhao Xiaoyin.

"From the sky?" Zhao Xiaoyin immediately said, "Count the losses."

Although he is only an eight-year-old child, he often goes in and out of the palace, is used to seeing ministers, and is the blood of Wu Meiniang and Zhao Wujiang.

"Yes." The little official was respectful, shocked by this momentum, and sighed in his heart, worthy of His Royal Highness King Yin.

"Xiaoyin, what do you think?" Di Renjie's gaze swept over the scorched black ruins, and said in a deep voice.

He and Zhao Xiaoyin, one big and one small, one tall and one short, stood on the side of the street outside Pingkangfang.

Zhao Xiaoyin thought about it, and did not answer Di Renjie immediately, after a little tea, he suddenly pulled Di Renjie's sleeve, and asked in a childish voice:

"Uncle Di, didn't you say that my father was a great warlock? The power of a powerful warlock can call the wind and rain to the left and right of the celestial phenomena. This heavenly fire is considered a celestial phenomenon, right?"

"You mean, it's the Warlock's doing?"

Di Renjie's eyes widened, he had seen Zhao Wujiang calling for wind and rain, and he had also seen the rune paper summoning heavenly rain to extinguish the fire just now, and now after Xiao Yin's prompt, he suddenly realized.

"It's not a warlock's doing."

Zhao Wujiang sat in his small courtyard, wearing a big fur, rubbing the black ash in his hands, and shook his head in denial.

"Your Excellency, could it really be that the sky is not a fire? Isn't that too much of a coincidence? Now that the Tang envoy and others are all buried in the fire, is it because of the will of heaven that we will not be able to make friends with the two countries?"

Behind Zhao Wujiang stood respectfully a black-robed man, and the clothes of the black-robed people were the same clothes as the clothes of today's bad people.

"This fire has no roots, how can it be descended from the heavens?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were far away, he shook his head and smiled, and handed over a money bag:

"Stand down, it's hard to patrol with your brothers tonight."

The black-robed man took the money bag, knelt down on one knee, buried his head and said respectfully:

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, and the black-robed man suddenly disappeared into the sporadic wind and snow, he stomped his feet, got up slowly, looked at the south from afar, his eyes were black and white, he covered his mouth and nose lightly, and coughed twice:

"The Charm of the Spirit. Cough. Ahem."

He wiped away the red blood from the corners of his mouth, and laughed indifferently.

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin walked around in the scorched Pingkang Fang, and the small officials around them hurriedly carried away one body

With a charred black corpse, the onlookers talked a lot.

Zhao Xiaoyin's speculation about the warlock aroused his strong vigilance, the Tang Dynasty has been peaceful for several years, and now the Taiping is going to be broken?

He used the evidence bag to hold a handful of charred mustard powder, and prepared to bring it back to Zhao Wujiang to investigate, Zhao Wujiang was a powerful warlock and should be able to see through.

"Uncle Di, if it was really a warlock's doing, this warlock would be too bold." Zhao Xiaoyin ignored the scorching residual heat after the fire was extinguished, and he was not afraid of the tragic corpse.

Zhao Wujiang often taught him that if he was heroic, his righteousness would be able to disperse the ghosts and monsters in close quarters, so the corpse that was feared in the eyes of ordinary people lost most of the horror in his eyes, but he was still a child after all, and he walked cautiously at this moment, following behind Di Renjie, trying to ignore the little chill that rose in his heart.

"Yes." Di Renjie shook his head and sighed: "Pingkangfang dares to burn, what else dare not. Huh?"

Di Renjie was stunned, he chuckled in his heart, his eyes widened angrily, and he exclaimed:

"Imperial City!"

He picked up Zhao Xiaoyin, ran out of Pingkangfang with an anxious expression, turned over and jumped on the horse, and rode towards the imperial city.

The moment he mounted his horse, there was an exclamation from the crowd, followed by a horrified yell.

"Look! The fire is here again!"

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin raised their heads suddenly, and an orange flame streaked across the night sky in the sky, falling towards the northwest, which was the direction of the imperial city.

The crowd was horrified, Di Renjie swallowed his saliva fiercely, and shouted, "Hold on to the horse's neck and hold on to the reins."

The horses galloped through the streets, galloping towards Suzaku Avenue, stepping onto the official road that runs north and south, and rushing towards the imperial city without stopping, and the fire became bigger and bigger in the eyes of the two uncles and nephews, shining all around them as if it were day.

At this moment, a short but blind figure jumped up from the imperial city, soaring into the air, and he raised his hand in a heavenly gesture to stop the heavenly fire.

"It's Grandpa."

Zhao Xiaoyin was pleasantly surprised, the third grandfather Wu Santong is a very powerful master.

Di Renjie breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that he was confused tonight, how could the Imperial City of Nuoda not be guarded by top masters?

He rode his horse with Xiao Yin to the city gate.

Jin Wuwei and the others were only in turmoil for a while, then quickly calmed down, made a defensive posture, and saw Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin, first greeted them, and then let them go together.

The two walked briskly along the way, and soon arrived at the imperial study.

At the door of the imperial study, the little old man Wu Santong was drinking a little wine, and he was very good, his expression was not flustered at all, and there was no messiness on his body to fight against the heavenly fire.

Zhao Xiaoyin called sweetly: "Grandpa!"

Wu Santong kindly hugged him into his arms and tried to feed him wine, causing him to shake his head vigorously.

"Wu Gong!" Di Renjie saluted respectfully.

The door was opened, Zhao Xiaoyin broke free from Wu Santong's arms, rushed into the imperial study, ran to Wu Meiniang, and opened her hands: "Mother, your baby son is back."

"Weichen Di Renjie, see the emperor." Di Renjie looked respectful.

Wu Meiniang lovingly rubbed Xiao Yin's head, handed Xiao Yin a plate of oranges on the desk, and signaled that her mother had something to talk about.

Zhao Xiaoyin took it obediently, quickly retreated, and took the door with him when he left.

"Di Qing, say it." Wu Meiniang's face regained her majesty.

(End of chapter)