For the entire Daomen, the destruction of Qionghua was like a thunderbolt from the sky. This may represent a change in religious beliefs on the part of the supreme ruler. However, the emperor's attitude towards the Daoist Sect Ziyang Zhenren had to make him suspicious. And in addition to smashing Qionghua, there are not any incidents that are unfavorable to Taoism. So in this inexplicable uneasiness, the Dragon Slaying Ceremony opened.

This small dragon-slaying temple is the dojo of the Shenhui monks in Jiangdu. Unfortunately lost while betting. Portraits of seventeen Taoist priests are hung high. Except for Jiangdu Daomen, there were not many people present. Since it was only prepared for one day, it was not very grand.

Wang Yuanzhi trimmed his clothes a little and walked to the front of the stage. Since Ziyi went, he was about to become a sloppy Taoist again. Looking at the Taoist priests in the audience, the believers. Wang Yuanzhi said loudly: Three days ago, the eighteen Taoist friends of Fanliguan were troubled by the water dragons of the Pingjiang River. Regardless of life and death, he resolutely drove the boat to the unforeseen waves. On the river, slaughter the dragon in blood!

The white dragon Dake roared very cooperatively at this time, bringing out the ferocity of the dragon.

Great!

The river is choppy

Dragons are infested

The people are miserable

It's gone

The soul of the hero is ghostly

Sacrifice your life for righteousness

Later generations will admire him

Ranked on the altar

Since then, the seventeen brave men, the gods of the rivers and waters, will always receive incense, and the heroic spirits will live forever!

The portraits of the dead were held high one by one and passed by the stage, and everyone knelt down. Finally, the tribute was offered to the hall, and the head of the ox, the head of the pig, the head of the sheep, and the three great sacrifices were made. Plus three pillars of high incense, green smoke curling, straight up to the sky.

Since Jiang Ziya became a god, there have been countless gods and spirits in history. China is a polytheistic religion, unlike Western religions, where all gods are unique. Only He is God, Allah, the Savior. Everyone else is a devil, a heretic, a false god. So where did the Chinese gods come from? It can be said that they are basically sacrificed heroes.

The hero was praised by later generations, so there was a temple, there were believers, and he became a god.

The only surviving little Taoist priest was appointed as the first master of the Dragon Slaying Temple. He will spend his life guarding the divine throne of his companions.

After the ceremony was completed, Wang Yuanzhi was very arrogant and drove the dragon towards the northern sky in public.

Duck flew north with all his might, and Wang Yuanzhi had to rush to the eastern capital first to find out the whereabouts of Ziyi. And several apprentices were led by Yuan Tiangang to carry out earth surveying and mapping. Prepare for future sea-crossing operations.

In the past, the distance was calculated in months, but now it is only one day's work, and Wang Yuanzhi arrived in Luoyang the next morning. Retracting the White Dragon Dark, Wang Yuanzhi went straight to the Yang Mansion. Ziyi is here to mourn for Yang Su, and Yang Fu may know the inside story.

However, in the Yang Su Mansion in the Eastern Capital, except for the white lantern hanging on the door indicating that a funeral was being held, the door was closed. Wang Yuanzhi knocked on the door, identified himself, and the old servant led him to Yang Xuangan.

This Yang Gongzi knelt in front of Yang Suling in heavy filial piety, shaped like dead wood. The Confucian rule is that after Lao Tzu's death, the son should not only cry, but also runny. Not only should you have a runny nose, but you also have to have a yellow face and thin muscles. In this way, filial piety can be demonstrated.

Sage Kong and Sage Meng, plus Old Master Zhu, watched Yang Xuangan's appearance, and couldn't find fault.

Wang Yuanzhi wanted to say a few words to him, such as talking nonsense such as saying that the son's festival was mourning. But finally, it was unusual, and he immediately asked: Lord Yang, do you know the whereabouts of Ziyi?

Regardless of whether Ziyang Zhenren can become a true god or not, Ziyi can make him fall to the mortal dust in an instant.

There were only two of them in the mourning hall. Yang Xuangan did not answer immediately, this kid was born in Jiangmen, grew up in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and ranked as the third prince. Even if it's an elm pimple, it's already experienced and slippery.

Yang Xuan sighed: National teacher, I really don't know where Mrs. Ziyi went, my father has passed away for twenty-three days, and I am in front of the spirit day and night, regardless of state affairs.

Wang Yuanzhi laughed dryly: "The Duke of Chu was born as a military general, even if he is a little old, he will not die of a violent illness, right?

As soon as the three words "unclean" came out, Yang Xuan shivered with gratitude.

Yang Xuangan put away the sad face and said: If the great master has anything to say, please say it happily. Xuan is not talented, as long as there is a layer of his father's majesty left, it is enough to shock the earth!

Although Wang Yuanzhi did not open the coffin for an autopsy, Yang Su died of poisoning, but he couldn't hide it from him, a little demigod.

Wang Yuanzhi looked directly at him and said: Taking advantage of the emperor's absence in Liangjing to start an incident can be regarded as a good time, but there is still an excellent opportunity, do you want to listen to Xuan Gangong?

Yang Xuangan sneered: This prince is a loyal martyr, and the rebellion is a joke, please drink tea!

There is no tea in the mourning hall, but there is such a rule in the officialdom, when the official finishes explaining the matter, he says to the lower official, please drink tea, which means not to invite you to drink tea, but to send off guests. That is to say, you have nothing to do.

This is the famous unspoken rule: serve tea and send off guests.

Although Wang Yuanzhi also spent some time under Yang Su, in the final analysis, such a major event as a rebellion would not have anything to do with him.

Wang Yuanzhi nodded and said: The emperor has made a holy decree in Jiangdu the night before, and he is about to conquer the Turks in the near future.

After that, Wang Yuanzhi turned around and left.

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment and said: National teacher, the whereabouts of Mrs. Ziyi are indeed unknown, according to Zhao Jingzhi, they were suddenly attacked in Bianzhou and then separated.

Wang Yuanzhi didn't reply and thanked him.

Immediately left the Chu State Mansion and rushed to Beilifang. Kitasato Corner is similar to the Peace Square Yongyang Square in Xijing Daxing Castle, which is also the most remote part of the city of Tokyo, and it is also the pier of the beggar gang.

Who knew that as soon as he walked to the Luoqu Bridge, he met the disciples of the beggar gang at the bridgehead of An Zhongfang. An eight-bag disciple greeted him, bowed down and saluted, "Big boss! The gang leader has sent a message to all the rudders in the south of the Yangtze River, asking the big boss to go to Wagang Mountain as soon as possible." It is estimated that both the carrier pigeon and the fast horse are still on the road at this time, how did the big guy come to Tokyo?

When Bai Longdak heard the word Wagang, he couldn't wait to move over in an instant. While flying wildly, he scolded: What bullshit bright beast god, it's obviously Wagang! It's become a frog bar in his mouth! My lovely body, Sister Bubble Dragon will rely on it in the future!

Wagang, now Jun County, Henan Province, in the area of Da Ling Mountain. The ancient place name is Jijun Huazhou. Unfortunately, it is the author's hometown of Jijun.

Author: Hey, hey. Bubble up risk-free for the first time, excited ......

Wang Yuanzhi: Oh, it turned out to be your family? Why don't you lead the way in front, you have to save people!

Author: Is there any mistake! That was more than 1,000 years ago, more than 1,000 years ago, the Yellow River flowed through my doorstep, and now it is more than 200 miles to the south! What was Wagangzhai more than 1,000 years ago, and where do I know?

Wang Yuanzhi: In that case, what are you doing holding Duck's tail? It's not very high, it's only 500 meters, go down!

Author: Ah ~~~~~~~~~~~

It is only 450 miles from Wagang to the eastern capital. Follow the river east and you'll get there. On the way, Duck also caught two large carp of the Yellow River as snacks.

Found it!Duck swooped down excitedly!

"Wang Yuanzhi: Little White Dragon, what have you found?

Dark: There are still ~~~~~ collections of tickets"