Everyone was startled by the sudden lightning and thunder, and looked up at the ceiling of the main hall together. But I saw that a cloud of mist appeared on the ceiling at some point, and the clouds collided with each other, and there were faint flashes of electric light, and from time to time there was a strange sound of "snorting".

Zhu Sanjia said in a trembling voice: "Fuck, it's really a hell! Why is it raining in this hall?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw another lightning bolt between the clouds, and then thunder sounded, although the sound was not very loud, but in this hall, it could also be said to be amazing. Everyone's hearts tightened, and their faces changed greatly. Liu Yong said to Situ Qiao: "Mr. Situ, is this also an organ?"

Situ Qiao also looked panicked, and said in a trembling voice: "I haven't seen a mechanism that can create thunderbolt lightning......"

Li Qiufeng found that at this time, most of the main hall had been occupied by the cold air, and the heat wave emitted by the fireball occupied the area smaller and smaller. The flames and the cold air met and collided with each other, and the cold air turned into mist, rising and gathering towards the ceiling of the main hall, slowly forming countless clouds, covering the caisson. At this time, the hole in the top of the canopy was no longer visible, and when I looked up, it was all clouds. From time to time, there are bright and dark flashes of electric light in the clouds, which looks extremely strange.

Murong Danyan leaned on Li Qiufeng's body tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "In this hall, it seems to be a small world, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, could it be that Yao Guangxiao has created a Qiankun by himself, and wants to trap all of us here?"

Before she could finish speaking, another flash of lightning flashed in front of her. This lightning bolt was much stronger than the previous lightning, and everyone was caught off guard, only to feel that there was a bright light in front of them, and they couldn't see anything for a while. After a while, I heard an earth-shattering thunderclap that shook the glass windows in front of the hall.

Murong Danyan screamed, threw himself into Li Qiufeng's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Li, I, I'm afraid......"

At this time, Li Qiufeng was just able to see the situation in front of him, but after the thunder sounded, hundreds of candles on the walls of the main hall were suddenly extinguished at the same time. And the fireball quickly shrank and slowly disappeared on top of the gold bricks. It's just that the four lines of fire that have been burned out still surround the platform in the center of the main hall, but the fire is far less fierce than Fang Cai. As the candlelight was extinguished, the fire weakened, and the large cracked hole in the ceiling was again hidden by clouds, and the interior of the main hall was dimmed. Although everyone gathered together, they could only see shadows among themselves, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

Li Qiufeng was tightly hugged by Murong Danyan, and he was at a loss for a while, for fear of touching Murong Danyan's body, so he had to open his hands, as if he raised his hands in surrender. Since entering the main hall, Li Qiufeng's right hand has never left the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and at this time, he was forced by the situation to temporarily let go of the handle of the embroidered spring knife.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared from the wall behind the throne. The heroes are all martial arts masters, and they were immediately surprised to find someone appearing. Liu Yong pulled out his long sword in his right hand and shouted, "What person?!"

The figure seemed to walk slowly from the wall, and when he reached the back of the throne, a bolt of lightning struck between the two clouds on the ceiling, and the hall was instantly illuminated as day. However, the lightning lasted for a very short time, and after a few moments, it disappeared, and then a dull thunder was heard overhead.

It was only at the moment of this lightning that everyone saw the man's appearance clearly.

I saw that the man was extremely thin, with no hair on the top of his head, his face was full of wrinkles, and a few short black and white beards under his chin. He was wearing a black robe and a string of prayer beads around his neck, and he turned out to be an old monk.

Although the old monk has a wrinkled face, in terms of age, he doesn't seem to be very old, but he looks sad and a little old.

Liu Yong and the others saw that the old monk suddenly appeared, and he didn't make the slightest sound when he walked, this light skill was very remarkable. It's just that I don't know whether this person is an enemy or a friend when he appears here, and everyone is on guard to prevent this person from hurting others.

Liu Yong saw that the old monk walked up to the platform lightly, and when he saw that he was about to walk to the throne, he said in a deep voice: "Liu Yong is sent in Xiahua Mountain, please ask the senior surname and the big name." ”

The old monk turned a deaf ear and walked forward slowly. When Liu Yong saw that this person stepped on the platform, he neither jumped up, nor walked up the steps, but walked on the platform step by step as if his feet were stepping on an invisible staircase. Everyone is a person who knows the goods, and when they saw the old monk revealing this martial art, everyone's face changed color, and they secretly thought that they had heard of the light body kung fu of stepping on the snow without a trace, but compared with the old monk walking in the air, all the light skills in the world are far behind.

Just as the old monk walked onto the platform, another figure appeared on the throne. The figure was faint at first, but soon became clear, but later, a man wearing a yellow crown and a yellow robe was seen sitting upright on the throne.

Li Qiufeng saw this person's dress, and his face changed greatly. He recognized the yellow crown as the Wing Shan Crown. In the Ming generation, the Wing Shan Crown was loved by the world, and officials and people loved to wear this kind of hat. It's just that yellow is unique to the royal family, and both officials and ordinary people never dare to wear a yellow Yishan crown to swagger through the market. Moreover, Li Qiufeng has been on an errand in the palace for a long time, so he naturally knows that this yellow Yishan crown is woven by a craftsman with gold wire, and there is only one in the world, which is the one worn on the emperor's head in the Beijing Imperial Palace.

Li Qiufeng was horrified, staring at the man on the throne tightly. I saw that this person had a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, three locks of long hair under his chin, and his face was extremely majestic. Li Qiufeng was on duty in the Wuying Hall in the palace, so he naturally knew Emperor Jiajing, but the person in front of him was mighty and majestic, and he was definitely not the thin Emperor Jiajing.

Li Qiufeng's mind was in a hurry, but for a moment he couldn't guess who was so bold and dared to pretend to be the emperor here. I inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhu Sanjia, who was standing next to him, his face was like earth, his body was shaking like chaff, and his eyes were staring at the throne in a daze. He was stunned in his heart, secretly thinking why Brother Zhu had such an expression, could he know this person pretending to be the emperor?

Thinking of this, Li Qiufeng whispered to Zhu Sanjia: "Brother Zhu, do you know this person?"

Zhu Sanjia's eyes were glazed, and he said in a trembling voice: "Li Gongzi, you, didn't you see him wearing black?"

"Black?" Li Qiufeng was stunned, "You mean that old monk?"

Only then did Zhu Sanjia turn his head, his eyes were full of horror, and he said to Li Qiufeng: "Look at his eyes......"

Li Qiufeng didn't know why Zhu Sanjia felt like a ghost when he saw this old monk, and when he heard him say this, he turned his head to look at the old monk. At this time, the old monk had already walked to the side of the throne, only more than three feet away from everyone. Although the hall was extremely dim at this time, the light of the "moon" in the hole at the top of the hall shone down through the clouds, which happened to illuminate the surrounding of the throne in a bright light, and the face of the old monk could be seen clearly with the strong autumn wind. I saw that the old monk's two eyes turned out to be triangular, and his face was yellow, like a sick man. It's just that the gaze in the triangular eyes is full of coldness, which makes people feel afraid when they look at it.

Li Qiufeng looked at it for a moment, then turned to Zhu Sanjia and said, "I don't see anything wrong with him......"

Zhu Sanjia said in a trembling voice: "In the past, King Yan broke through Yingtian, ascended the throne and sat in the palace, and named Yao Guangxiao as the monk Lu Si Zuo Shanshi to participate in government affairs. Yao Guangxiao wore court clothes when he went to court during the day, and still went back to the monastery to live at night, changing into black monk's robes, which is called 'black-clothed prime minister' by the world......"

Li Qiufeng's heart sank, and he said to Zhu Sanjia: "You say this person, this person is Yao, Yao Guangxiao?"

Zhu Sanjia nodded and said, "According to the legend left by the ancestors of my Zhu family, when Yao Guangxiao traveled to Songshan Temple in his early years, he happened to meet Yuan Heng, a great minister, and asked Yuan Heng to meet him. Yuan Jue said, your monk has a strange appearance, if you are based on bones, you have the luck of the prime minister, but your eyes are like triangles, your face is like a sick tiger, and you lack the luck of the yang world. You are a cruel person by nature and a penchant for killing, but I am afraid that you are the reincarnation of Liu Yuzhong in the Mengyuan period. Yao Guangxiao laughed after hearing this, and said to Yuan Heng that if he could avenge his old friend, it would be a pity to kill all the people in the world. Li Gongzi, look at the appearance of this black-clothed monk, is it the same as the legendary Yao Guangxiao?"

Li Qiufeng turned his head to look at the black-clothed old monk, and his heart was shocked.

I saw the old monk walk up to the man on the throne and bow slightly. The man stood up with a smile on his face, and raised his right hand weakly, signaling that the old monk did not need to be polite. The old monk straightened up, clasped his hands together, and seemed to say something. The man on the throne had a smile on his face at first, but the smile slowly faded, then a little embarrassed, and finally showed a look of boredom. As the old monk spoke, he kept clasping his hands together and his eyes drooping to the ground, because he did not see the man's expression clearly. Later, the man on the throne changed his expression and smiled again. It's just that Li Qiufeng felt that there was murderous intent hidden in his smile, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

I saw that the man on the throne smiled and said a few words to the old monk, which seemed to soothe. The old monk bowed down again and again, as if to express his gratitude to the man. The man smiled and nodded, his right hand swinging slightly. I saw another figure appear on the wall behind the throne, and walked straight towards the two of them.

The man was not slow to walk, and after a moment he was on the right side of the throne. I saw this man wearing a black gauze crown on his head, a big red robe, and a jade belt around his waist. The man had a white face, no more than twenty years old, and held a square plate with a flask and two glasses on it.

When Situ Qiao saw this person, he couldn't help but exclaim. Everyone was stunned and looked at Situ Bridge. But he saw that his face was like earth, his body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "This person, this person is Zheng He......"

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. Zheng He was born at the time of Emperor Chengzu, nearly a hundred years ago. Situ Qiao had seen this person's bones in the secret room of the main hall of Dabao'en Temple, and he set fire to the main hall when he fled.

I saw Zheng He walking in front of the two of them with the square plate in his hand, kneeling down, lifting the square plate above his head, and offering it to the man on the throne. The man took the flask, filled the two glasses, took the two glasses with his own hands, and handed one of them to the old monk. The old monk respectfully took the glass, put it in front of his eyes, paused for a moment, and then sent it to his lips.

Liu Yong and Qingfeng Daoren had already seen that in this moment, the little finger of the old monk's left hand lightly tapped in the wine. It's just that he moves extremely fast, and he holds the cup with both hands, and his right hand is in front of his left hand intentionally or unintentionally, as if he is afraid that the person will find out his movements.

Li Qiufeng naturally saw the old monk's movements, and he thought to himself: "The person on the throne has bad intentions, but this old monk is not completely defenseless. He just tapped his little finger in the wine, and he had hidden the medicinal powder in his fingernails to check whether the wine was poisonous. Brother Zhu said that the man in black was Yao Guangxiao, and Situ Qiao thought that the man in red was Zheng He, and the rest of the man wearing a crown of golden silk wings was naturally Chengzu Zhu Di. These three died seventy or eighty years ago, how can they be here again?"