In the vast East China Sea, in the Dragon Palace under the sea, the Dragon Monarch in a black robe sat in the palace with a calm face and flipped through a book, and there was a mighty sound that seemed to spread from the sky to the sea.

Long Jun flipped through the book for a moment, and glanced at his right hand, although it seemed to be flawless, but he seemed to be able to vaguely feel a trace of pain that day.

"Humph!"

Long Jun only snorted lightly, and didn't react much, he could still tell the right and wrong in the past.

In fact, compared to Heavenly Court's use of the power to make Long Jun very unhappy, for the Manifest Saint True Monarch who really killed Hong Wei himself, Long Jun and even many of the Dragon Clan's existences, did not hold too much grudge.

After all, now the dragon clan is generally clear that the true monarch is manifested in response to the wishes of all the people, and the killing of Hong Wei is the blessing of heaven and earth.

Of course, the Hong family's lineage must be excepted, but although there is hatred, if they are allowed to provoke the Manifest Saint True Monarch, they will obviously not dare.

"Ji Zi, Ji Ming."

Long Jun said in a deep voice, and people on both sides of the hall immediately stepped forward to promise in unison.

"In!"

"Where did the white dragon come from?"

The two looked at each other, and the elder brother responded.

"Back to Longjun, the white dragon has come and gone without a trace, obviously knows what kind of supernatural powers, it should be the secret of the origin talent, with the news transmitted back from other dragon domains, it seems that I have not heard of the white dragon that is too outstanding, maybe it may not be a long time to turn into a dragon."

The white dragon is obviously not shallow, and under normal circumstances, ordinary people will definitely think that it is a dragon that has been practicing for a long time.

But the reality is that you really can't hear the news, although the world is vast, there is naturally the possibility of unknown foreign lands, outer worlds, caves, and so on, but this is a small probability after all.

So there is another possibility, this dragon did not take long to turn into a dragon.

Ji Zi continued.

"Although it is difficult to remember the dragon clan in the world, there are few people who come out of the trouble of Shuize, this dragon will definitely have a disaster when it turns into a dragon, and there is a lot of remedy for the common people after becoming a dragon!"

Long Jun nodded slightly, and there was a flash of clarity in his heart, and the intuition that had been vague all along, it was also clear, the place where this dragon turned into a dragon might not even be too far away, and it was the closest to the East China Sea.

"How long do you think it's a dragon?"

Long Jun continued to look at the book and asked calmly, and Ji Zi thought about it.

"Hui Longjun, it should be within sixty years!"

Long Jun raised his head and looked at the two people not far away, and the look in his eyes flashed slightly.

"Within two years!"

Two Periods!

Ji Zi Ji Ming was shocked, and couldn't help but glance at each other again, two periods? Twenty-four years?

"If you find it, tell him that you are willing to enter my East China Sea lineage, and the Tianlong Scroll can leave a place."

"Yes!"

Ji Zi and Ji Ming had already expected that Long Jun would definitely want the white dragon to merge under his command, which was not surprising, but it was a bit appalling to turn into a dragon within the two eras.

At about the same moment, in the Dragon Palace of Changfeng Lake, Jiang Lang stood outside the main hall, also looking at the direction of Dengzhou.

"I thought that Heavenly Court had already been sealed, but I didn't expect it to be sealed in the Nether Realm today, hey, it seems that Heavenly Court is not very accurate with the Manifest Saint True Monarch, and it is not so much of a match!"

Jiang Lang said with a smile, and the old turtle beside him also agreed.

"What the Dragon King said is extremely true, Heavenly Court's edict this time is a big fanfare, naturally there are good and bad, but if you change places, you have to do this."

"That's right!"

——

At this moment, in the Zhenjun Temple outside Dengzhou City, the edict of the Manifestation True Monarch had just ended, and Yi Shuyuan's divine body also straightened up.

And the long list of gods and goddesses behind the white clothes are all given by the Emperor of Heaven, and they are all the things that manifest the true monarch.

At this moment, Bai Yi was also a lot more relaxed, glanced at Yi Daozi, who seemed to be a little unawake not far away, and then looked at the Manifest Saint True Monarch Dao.

"True Monarch, do you want to go to the Heavenly Realm to go to the Extreme North Demon Palace to have a look?"

"I won't go today, the things given by the Emperor of Heaven are also sent to the Fu Demon Palace."

"Okay, then I won't bother when I wait!"

This is also in line with the conjecture before coming to Baiyi, it is not a manifestation of the true monarch seeking benefits, and there is no greed for the so-called reward.

Just accept the edict, and the white clothes do not force the Holy True Monarch to go to the heavens immediately, and after being polite to each other, the rainbow light will retract to the heavens, and the colorful clouds will gradually fade with the departure of the gods.

The Manifestation of the True Monarch looked back at the True Monarch Temple, most of the pilgrims were still looking at the sky, and a few were already thinking about praying and repaying their wishes.

Shao Zhen's house was also open, looking at the sky with everyone's eyes.

Chen Han bowed his head and saluted, Shi Sheng and Qi Zhongbin, who had already walked to the rear, were a little nervous, and bowed one after another, Gray Mian was very excited, but he also saluted this way above Shi Sheng's head.

Only Yi Shuyuan's true body yawned again and nodded slightly.

At this moment, the Manifestation Saint True Monarch also bowed slightly, others thought that it was the immortals and the gods greeting each other, but in fact it was a chain reaction of synchronous action.

The next moment, the Manifest Saint True Monarch stepped out, and the divine light flew into the main hall of the temple like a rainbow, disappearing in the eyes of everyone who could see the divine light.

After a long time, everything in the temple returned to normal, and Shi Sheng hurriedly ran to the side and said to the gray above his head, who was still in excitement.

"Senior Gray, I didn't hear about you, did the Emperor forget about you? What should I do? ”

Gray Mian's excitement was still high, and he couldn't help but laugh when he opened his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you know, normal gods have legal power, and the legal power of the true monarch is not small, the heavenly realm exclusively enjoys the Far North Demon Palace, and those who can recruit soldiers from the gods, as long as the true monarch is sealed and recognized by the heavenly realm, he is a righteous god!"

Saying that, Gray Mian finally calmed down.

"Although it can't be bypassed the Heavenly Court, to a certain extent, the True Monarch can be regarded as the sole leader, and it is recognized by orthodoxy! I am the first great god under the true monarch, and my status is self-evident, and now I am already in the high position of the gods, and the Far North Demon Palace is our territory! ”

"Oh, that gray senior is going to take me to play next time!"

"Ahem!"

Gray Mian coughed a few times, and the sentence "Our family territory" almost leaked his mouth, the matter of the change of the gods is too mysterious, even if it is a disciple of Mr. himself, it is not suitable to know now, and it can only be mentioned when it involves the change of Shinto in the future.

"That's natural, Mr. and the Manifestation True Monarch are close friends, do you think, I am the protector of the Dharma, can the relationship be ordinary? If you go to the Far North Demon Palace, it's the same as our own! ”

"I haven't seen anything in the Demon Palace, it's the same as my own house?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded on the side, startling Ash.

"Master, have you finally woken up?"

Shi Sheng said with a smile, Yi Shuyuan glanced at him, and he didn't have a good breath.

"Take a nap, it's noisy outside, the Emperor of Heaven has enshrined the Holy True Monarch, and I can't help but come out to take a picture, it's really troublesome."

"Hehehehe, sir, Zhenjun doesn't seem to have much interest in the Demon Palace, aren't you interested either?"

Gray Mian felt that he still knew Mr. very well, and this laughter was somewhat cheap, and Yi Shuyuan's eyebrows jumped when he heard it.

"Let's go around another day!"

——

In the early spring, the temperature gradually rose, and the people from all walks of life should do agricultural work according to the solar terms and the calendar promulgated by the imperial court, and the land of Lingdong gradually became busy.

Yi Shuyuan temporarily lives in Zhenjun Temple, and there are not many people who know about it, so occasionally a few people from Jirentang will come over to chat.

On the contrary, Shao really existed, and it gradually spread.

There is a saying among the literati in Dengzhou that there is a Danqing family temporarily living in the temple of Zhenjun, and the paintings he painted are lifelike.

Not to mention the beautiful picture that was bought by the Zhenjun Temple Temple Zhu to hide himself, that is, the statue of Yunlai is also from the hand of Mr. Shao, the charm of this painting, people who have seen it are full of praise, to a certain extent, it is also one of the reasons why there are many pilgrims in Yunlai Temple.

Because of the smell of sandalwood in the Xiju Temple, Shao Zhen even has a title in Dengzhou, known as "Mr. Miaotan", and people who come to Zhenjun Temple to ask for paintings also appear from time to time, and there is a tendency to increase.

On this day, the sun sets in the evening, and the sunset hangs in the sky.

By the river in the backyard of the temple, at a small table, Shao Zhen and Yi Shuyuan sat here, the latter holding a pen and writing something.

Shao Zhen carefully poured tea for Yi Shuyuan, and his main attention was staring at Yi Shuyuan's pen and the written words that had already fallen.

"Oh, what a word! Outside a stick ignorant Confucianism, looking for me, a person who is good and bad at painting and eats by feeling, but I don't know that calligraphy is in front of you, if you can get a calligraphy from Mr., I'm afraid it's a thousand gold not to change! ”

Gray Mian was sitting on the table at the moment holding a small piece of rice cake, which was a tribute taken down from the Zhenjun Temple, and there was no shortage of food in the temple.

Hearing Shao Zhen's words, I understood that this was a compliment from a literati, but to be honest, it was really not wrong to say that the daughter did not change.

Yi Shuyuan continued to write without saying a word, and his strokes were steady but not messy.

"Mr. Yi, what is this story?"

"The end of this story will be in the future."

Yi Shuyuan said this, the pen in his hand finally stopped, Shao Zhen frowned slightly, looked at the Chinese characters in the book, and obviously saw several familiar names.

"Well, when Yi's inspiration reappears in the future, I can finish writing!"

Yi Shuyuan explained like this, Shao Zhen's brows also stretched, and he said with a smile.

"The stories in the book come from the bits and pieces of life, and the ancients did not deceive me!"

After staying in the temple for a long time, Shao Zhen has a lot of mentality, even if some things can't be drawn, he will no longer lose his soul and be depressed, and even more so when he and Mr. Yi discuss things together.

"So many people have asked you for paintings, have you ever agreed to some?"

Yi Shuyuan put the book aside, asked a question, and walked to the steps to wash his pen.

Shao Zhen glanced at the temple hall in the distance.

"I didn't bother to care if others asked for paintings, but I have lived in the temple for so long, and there are many disturbances, and I still can't refuse what the temple wishes, so I agreed to two portraits."

"Mr. Shao, Gao Yi!"

Yi Shuyuan joked, shook the pen and came back, only then did he pick up the teacup and take a sip, the tea was hot but not hot, the tea fragrance was overflowing but not dispersed, and the time was just right.

(End of chapter)