Chapter 390: The Burning Heavenly Fire

Faced with this sudden turn of events, everyone stopped.

Someone ran over to report the situation to Emperor Sima Chi and Taifu Sima Yue, asking for instructions on what to do.

Sima Chi still didn't speak, and the curtain was not lifted.

Sima Yue frowned and got out of his carriage and walked to the entrance of the Sun Mausoleum, the big tree was still burning, and the thick branches were lying in the middle of the road, and it was amazing that the raging flames could still burn like this in the heavy rain.

This strange thing is not only this, it is also surrounded by towering trees, which are not even affected and burned, and are even wet.

"Lord Wang, if this fire is not extinguished, we can't get in." Someone said, "This can't delay the auspicious time for burial." ”

"You guys want to find a way, come and ask this king, where does this king know so much?" Sima Yue scolded angrily, "I can't handle such a little thing, how can I do it?" ”

"That's not something we can control." That person is the steward of the Sun Mausoleum, and he has always listened to Sima Zhen's instructions, but now he is also angry, and directly replied, "It must be the protection of the gods!" The emperor is dead! ”

The guards of the Imperial Mausoleum had been kneeling outside the main tomb of the Sun Mausoleum in the rain and waiting all morning, soaking wet, the torches had all been extinguished, and they were shivering with cold. Sima Yue not only did not have the slightest comfort, but also reprimanded them, naturally he was full of resentment, and looked at Sima Yue with eyes one by one.

"What? Can't do it the other way around? Sima Yue pretended to be calm and was still roaring.

"It's not Emperor Xiaohui who is against the Great Jin, right? There must have been someone wrong in the funeral procession. Suddenly, a loud voice sounded, and the towering trees around shook as if the rain was heavier.

Sima Yue's own soldiers were holding umbrellas for him on the side, but the oil-paper umbrella couldn't withstand such heavy rain, and it broke all of a sudden, and the umbrella bones were broken.

Sima Yue instantly became a soup chicken, extremely embarrassed. He wiped the rain from his face and shouted, "Who! Who is this! ”

"What? Don't I know each other anymore? The man learned the tone of Sima Yue's speech just now, but he was full of confidence, and he also formed an echoing sound in the woods.

The eyes of the men guarding the mausoleum widened, and someone had already shouted.

"Xu Zhenren!"

"Xu Shenxian!"

"Immortals!"

"You're finally here!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Unable to tell whether it was rain or tears, many fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

Sima Yue squinted his eyes and looked over, and sure enough, it was Xu Zhenren standing at the other end of the burning tree with an oil-paper umbrella, looking at him.

Dao Bone Immortal Wind, even in such a situation, there is not a single drop of rain on his body, and looking through the flames, there is a kind of nirvana.

Shocked, Sima Yue knelt down.

Seeing Sima Yue like this, the others even knelt down, regardless of whether the ground was muddy or not.

The news spread quickly, and the people in the funeral procession, regardless of their status, all got off the chariot or horse, especially those officials and female dependents who had some identities, and they had only heard of Xu Zhenren's miracles, but had never seen his true face.

At this moment, he actually appeared in front of the mausoleum, and he wanted to see his demeanor.

Some of the impatient and bold people simply waded through the muddy water and walked forward.

However, the century-old tree at the entrance is still burning, and no one can get close.

"Xu Zhenren, you can make it clear, how can this fire be extinguished?" Sima Gao shouted at him, "This can't delay the auspicious time for burial!" ”

"It must be the Mandate of Heaven who is here to extinguish this fire." Xu Zhenren touched his beard and looked at the big tree. The rain was still heavy, but the fire on the tree burned tenaciously as if it was not afraid of the rain at all.

"Who is the Destiny of Heaven?" Sima Yue asked again, and suddenly felt that his words were a little stupid. Turning his head, he immediately shouted to the back: "Let the emperor come over!" He's the true son of the dragon! Hurry up! Call him over! ”

There was no respect in his tone at all.

When the people heard this, their hearts were even more irritable.

But at this time, the only "man of destiny" who can think of is Sima Chi.

Before Sima Chi got out of the car, a team of personal soldiers trotted to invite him over.

Sima Chishen walked over with a shallow look, looking unhappy, and asked, "I can't put out the fire, can I stand and put out the fire?" ”

"Why don't you give it a try." Although he was already holding his own umbrella, Sima Yue still had rain on his head and face.

"How do you try this?" Sima Chi looked at the big tree, and the fire became even stronger, and the ground below was burning, and the area was even larger.

Frightened, everyone hurriedly retreated, and there were even red flames swimming in the fire, which looked extremely terrifying.

"It seems that you have done something unseemly?" Xu Zhenren sneered, "This is a hint from the gods. ”

Sima Yue's face immediately turned pale, and he knelt on the ground.

The others also looked at each other with different expressions, and said in their hearts: Could those rumors be true?

The rain was heavier, but the fire was also much heavier, and there was a faint danger of igniting the nearby trees.

"The Empress Dowager is a thousand-year-old phoenix!" The crowd didn't know who shouted, and then many people followed.

Sima Yue frowned, waved his hand again, and asked his own soldiers to invite the sheep to offer his face.

At this time, Yang Xianrong was sitting in the middle of the phoenix, and Lu Zhu whispered something on the side. She nodded, and Luzhu jumped out of the chariot again, holding an oil-paper umbrella and asked what the visitor was going to do?

Seeing such a bearing, the momentum of the drenched soldiers was naturally much shorter, and he stammered and said what had just happened, "The Empress Dowager is a phoenix, and she can extinguish the fire by walking over." ”

"Joke, this kind of fire is just a fire ignited by a thunderbolt tree, just find someone to put it out quickly. Why do you want to work with the Empress Dowager? Lu Zhu said sharply, "What did Sima Yue do?" Let him put out the fire! ”

“…… The prince and the emperor can't be destroyed...... "The soldiers didn't know what to say, he also thought that this group of Sima Zhen women were afraid that they would all go to the funeral for a while, and they were full of momentum, and they were not afraid of them at all. But how did the fire go out now?

The pro-soldier was also unclear, and directly pulled out the long knife, and the cold light had a strange threat in the heavy rain.

Cui Xi and Lan Xiang also jumped down from the phoenix, these two people were plainly dressed and holding umbrellas, with slender figures, but their aura was extremely powerful. They took a step forward, and the small group of soldiers took a step back.

Cui Xi said loudly: "This is the surviving person of Emperor Daxing, and this is the Empress Dowager of Dajin!" How could it be that you shouted it at will? Let Sima come more and more! Let him come and kowtow! ”