Shangjing, Jiulong Mountain

Chu Qianqiu originally planned to report to Wanshou Temple, let Zen Master Zuyuan explore the way for him, and see what danger the teleportation array had, but then he thought about it, there was actually an old monk in the treasure house.

"The identity of the old monk has not yet been clarified, so it is not appropriate to go to Wanshou Temple."

"Wanshou Temple, Zhishan Academy, and Shenwu Army all have the idea of dealing with the emperor and weakening the emperors of previous dynasties."

"But if you want to send all the seven emperors away in one go, they may be on the opposite side."

"For Wanshou Temple, the ability of the previous emperors ensured that they had enough control and was a useful tool."

"The Maha Temple may not want to see the fall of the old emperors."

"I have to be fast and slow to create established facts."

Chu Qianqiu pondered for a moment and made a decision.

For Wanshou Temple, it is also within the scope of acceptance to let the young son of heaven get married, give birth to a child, and transplant it when he grows up a little.

In short, they had plans to weaken imperial power, but they did not intend to completely destroy the emperors so as not to cause great upheaval.

But Chu Qianqiu is different.

The death of the old emperors means that the mountain above the head of the Shenwei army will be destroyed at once.

In order to compete for the interests of Shangjing, the Supreme Academy, Wanshou Temple, the Shenwei Army, and the Imperial Family will all start a new round of struggle.

At that time, was the matter of the Shenwei Army still important?

It's just that he killed a purple-clothed catcher Danjun.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The Shenwei Army is willing to maintain peace and separation, and then explain the matter of General Long in front of the whole world, and at the same time, the Shenwei Army can also participate in the abolition of the eldest princess.

The reconstitution of the empire's power system means that decades of peace will come again.

As long as Chu Qianqiu created the established facts, these three parties had to carry out the alliance to the end with tears.

For politicians, it doesn't matter how they plan it.

It's the established facts, and how you profit from them, that matters.

So Chu Qianqiu came to Jiulong Mountain again, in front of the mausoleum of Emperor Gaozong, waiting for the arrival of Gonggong Mo.

Jiulong Mountain, Gaozong's mausoleum

Chu Qianqiu quietly followed within three hundred meters behind Grandpa Mo, which was a fixed circle for his mental power scanning.

Gonggong Mo kowtowed step by step, revealing his true body, which made Chu Qianqiu a little surprised.

He cultivated the "Blood Shadow Divine Skill", and after revealing his true body, he was much more vulnerable than ordinary martial arts masters.

The so-called hanging sun and moon to get rid of the dragon.

The spirits live in caves, but they are mountain spirits, afraid to see the light of day, their bodies are weak, and they rely on shadows for their lives.

This also leads to the fact that warriors with the bloodline of the dragon are more likely to be killed when facing warriors.

If the Shadow King reveals his true body, I'm afraid that ordinary martial arts masters can also kill him.

But he made full use of the [Phantom Ability], and even Xiao Taizu couldn't help the other party.

The reason why Chu Qianqiu was able to attack and kill Gonggong Mo was more than ninety percent because his weakness was too obvious.

Because the martial artists who practice the "Blood Shadow Divine Skill", except for the fact that they have to unlock the [Illusory State] when they are eating and metabolizing, they will maintain the [Semi-Illusory Realm] most of the time.

This is the source of their combat effectiveness, and it is also the lifeline for them to be safe.

Now Gonggong Mo opened his life, made a gesture of throwing himself to the ground, expressed his highest respect, and walked slowly towards the location of Gaozong's mausoleum.

"Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

"You will definitely blame the old slave for being polite."

"It's just that the old slave is old, and after some time, he won't be able to accompany His Majesty."

"Looking at His Majesty's children, step by step to today."

"But the old slave's heart is not a taste."

"It would be nice if His Majesty was still here."

Gonggong Mo's voice was very soft, echoing in the magnificent underground labyrinth, Chu Qianqiu was suspended in mid-air, using the effect of [Hidden Monsters], and followed the silver-haired old eunuch to the depths of the labyrinth.

There are many forks in the labyrinth, and it is conceivable that the person who walks into the fork will be greeted by countless traps and hidden weapons.

Gaozong's mausoleum is not too big, even if Gonggong Mo walked very slowly, one step at a time, he soon came to the main coffin room of the underground mausoleum.

The main coffin is round in shape and spacious, with nine dragon heads sticking out and pointing at the center.

In the center of the imperial tomb is a coffin of a black iron and golden dragon, which looks very heavy, and looks like it is made of dark iron.

"Your Majesty, the old slave is disturbed."

Father-in-law Mo walked in front of the coffin and said in a low voice.

The old eunuch released a huge amount of spiritual power, which no longer scanned the surroundings, but lifted the coffin weighing tens of thousands of catties.

Chu Qianqiu stared at the bottom of the coffin, but there was only a smooth round platform, and there were no loopholes underneath.

The coffin was slowly lifted, level with the nine dragon heads on the main coffin room, and Gong Mo flew into the air and activated the dragon heads in a certain order.

The nine dragon heads emitted a red light, shining on the top of the coffin, and the bottom of the coffin emitted a strong bright light, and Grandpa Mo injected a huge amount of true qi.

[It turns out that this coffin is the device that was activated. Chu Qianqiu nodded secretly and recorded every operation of Grandpa Mo, who recited in a duck-like voice:

"The beginning of the war, the pottery of creation, there is no end."

"There is no end. The sages are not exempt, so why should they have this worry? ”

"May the dragon drive, think Kunlun dwelling." (Note 1)

……

"The twilight of the year is helpless, the time is outdated!"

Gonggong Mo recited Gaozong's favorite poem "Jinglie" during his lifetime, and then walked into the pillar of light at the bottom of the coffin.

The red pillar of light completely engulfed Grandpa Mo.

After a while, Chu Qianqiu lost his sense of Grandpa Mo.

"It's really powerful, the technical level of the previous life can't do spatial teleportation, they can make mustard rings, as well as teleportation formations."

"Even my thousand-mile locked soul can't find the whereabouts of Grandpa Mo."

"Golden Silkworm King, help me strengthen the ability of [Thousand Miles Soul Lock]."

"As long as he's still in the world, he should be able to sense it."

Chu Qianqiu stared at the coffin that was still suspended in mid-air, took out a bottle of three-in-one [Divine Beast Blood], and ordered at the Golden Silkworm King.

"Yes, master." The Golden Silkworm King happily drank the blood, and extremely strongly improved the sensing ability of the Thousand Miles Soul Lock, and soon a wonderful feeling came, and Chu Qianqiu woke up suddenly.

"Underground, still underground."

"I see."

"Gonggong Mo did not stay away, he was teleported to the deepest part of the imperial tomb."

"A thousand meters, or two thousand meters deep?"

This portal may not have the legend he imagined, so he can only teleport down and transport him to a deeper basement, where the palace array has been built.

"Very well, it's time for me to go in."

Just as Chu Qianqiu was about to take further measures, Gonggong Mo reappeared from the pillar of light, his body seemed to be much weaker, and he was still holding a statue of a Buddha of Longevity in his hand.

"Ahem."

"In less than a quarter of an hour, so much spiritual fluid was wasted."

"We're going to order the guards to replenish the spiritual fluid." Gonggong Mo shook his head and slowly put the coffin down again.

When I turned my head, I saw a Buddha of the King of Light.

The golden Buddha's light shone on the earth, and Chu Qianqiu sent him warmth.

Grandpa Mo, don't be in a hurry to leave.

I have something to ask you.

When I ask clearly, you can find the way for me.

Note 1: Cao Cao, the author of "Jing Lie".

Compared with Cao Cao's other poems, this poem expresses a kind of sadness for the twilight years and the sustenance for the afterlife.

Even if Cao Cao once criticized the content of seeking immortals, when he was in his old age, he longed to believe that there was the possibility of immortal immortals.

The meaning of the poem is a bit obscure, so I'll just put the translation in.

All things are born at the beginning, all things are nurtured, and the cycle is at the end, is there no end to nature?

Everything in nature has its own end date, and even the ancient sages could not avoid it, so why worry about the end of life?

I hope that the hornless dragon can drive for me and take me to the Kunlun Mountain.

(End of chapter)