Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 246: The Yunzhou Incident

The fact that the emperor beheaded the immortal and then searched for the immortal all over the city spread quickly by word of mouth. Even ordinary people knew that since the immortal had been beheaded by the emperor in anger, most likely I won't go back.

Emperor Yuan De left this matter to Yan Chang, who only informed the various officers and officials of the details of the old beggar's appearance, and asked them to go to various places in the city where there were many beggars to take a look.

Even when the officials went to inquire everywhere, Yan Chang also asked everyone to be kind and cheerful and not to look evil, let alone post portraits of beggars everywhere. After all, he was looking for an expert, and Yan Chang really didn't dare to look for an emperor. The way to commit crime.

Until that night, I got a lot of news. Some people heard about which street the old beggar appeared on, and they also heard that he appeared in a certain tea house. Some people even "found" the old beggar. When Yan Chang went over to take a look, He is just an ordinary old beggar who can give away just one generation of rice.

After finishing the day's affairs, all the princes and ministers began to walk towards the palace, because the Wanshou Festival banquet was about to begin.

Although Emperor Yuan De was greatly stimulated in the morning, at night, he turned back to the majestic and cold-hearted Nine-Five Lord, as if the frustration during the day was not reflected in him at all.

Before the dinner started, Yan Chang was secretly summoned to the imperial study room for questioning. He did not ask about the process, only the results. Yan Chang, who was ready to talk, could not say the second sentence and could only reply nervously: "Nothing." fruit".

Fortunately, this time he was not convicted because of his anger. In fact, Emperor Yuande knew something in his heart, so he could only encourage him with a few words before going to the banquet with him, which flattered Taichang who had always been on tenterhooks.

The entire Wanshou Festival banquet is still very grand, and because it is the 70th birthday, the scale is larger than in previous years.

The emperor even directly conferred the title of "Celestial Master" at the banquet, and the remaining fourteen mages were each awarded the title of "Celestial Master" and were rewarded with a thousand taels of gold.

Yes, there are indeed fourteen people left. One monk said before the dinner started that he was unable to adapt to the climate and was bedridden in the post house.

Yan Chang also went to the imperial doctor to see him, and he was diagnosed with vomiting and diarrhea, and he was also very weak.

Emperor Yuande himself did not have much hope for the remaining people. It was even less likely that a person who was dying of illness could catch his eye, so he was directly eliminated from the canonization qualifications, which could save the money. Go for a thousand gold coins.

Of course, most of the remaining fourteen people actually only wanted the title of "Heavenly Master" and had no intention of serving the old emperor.

While they were exchanging cups and singing and dancing in the banquet hall, somewhere in a posthouse next to the Dharma altar, a handsome monk who was originally ill and pale, secretly lifted his quilt.

Because it was the Longevity Festival, the people in the post house were also given wine and food from above. Many people were also drinking and eating meat, but the house where the monk was located was dark.

The monk quietly got down from the bed, put on his clothes and cassock, and tied the ropes on his shoes. Then he went to the corner to pick up his Zen staff and put on his bamboo hat.

"Good Lord, Great Light Buddha... let's run away!"

He tiptoed to the door and opened it with a "squeak~" sound.

"Ouch...!"

As soon as I opened the door, I saw an old man with a sinister expression standing outside. His aura frightened the monk and Empress Cang and she ran away more than ten feet away.

"Hmph...monk, what are you going to do?"

The monk's face was neither red nor dry, but beads of sweat broke out on his bare head under his bamboo hat.

"Wonderful Great Bright Buddha... The young monk is preparing to leave the post house. Who is the donor?"

The person with a bad look outside the post house was none other than Old Long Yinghong, and he was even more furious when he saw the monk's appearance.

"You... you didn't go to the wonderful longevity banquet, but pretended to be sick and ran away?"

"Uh...donor, are you from the Dazhen court?"

The monk was very worried. There was such a person in the Dazhen court, so why did the old emperor need to seek immortality everywhere?

'Good Lord, Great Light Buddha, this is ridiculous! ’

"Haha...me? From the Dazhen court? Haha..."

Old Long laughed angrily and stretched out his hand to grab the monk. He was standing at the door and did not extend his arms, nor did he use any method of ingestion. However, the space of the entire house seemed to be compressed, even if the monk was pressed against the wall. Unable to avoid it, Lao Long grabbed him by the collar.

Then, like an eagle catching a chicken, Old Long carried the monk out of the post house and flew away.

"Hey, hey, hey... Donor, Immortal Chief! I have something to say, I have something to say! The little monk doesn't know how to fly!"

The monk in the air did not dare to wave his hands and feet. Instead, he held on to Old Long's arm tightly for fear of falling. If he fell from a height of 100 feet, he would either be shattered to pieces or suffer from paralysis.

There was no sign of this disaster before, and it couldn't be calculated in any case. The monk didn't even know when he had offended a person of this level.

Old Long took the monk soaring in the air for a while, and finally flew over the palace, pointing to the hustle and bustle of singing and dancing below.

"Where is this?"

The monk felt the strong wind high in the night and swallowed his saliva.

"Royal Palace."

"Well, we have just conferred the title of Heavenly Master. Do you want to ask for one? Don't worry, I can't kill you if I throw you down. And if you show up like this, the old emperor will definitely reward you!"

"Farewell, farewell! Master Immortal, please stop teasing the young monk. When did the young monk offend you? He must give you a clear explanation even if he dies, right?"

Seeing the monk's unwillingness to live or die, Old Long also exhaled to calm down.

"If you really don't want to be a heavenly master, why are you so holy during the Nine Heavens and Ten Meetings? Are you holding on after eating enough? Ji Yuan and I made a bet. At first I thought we would win, but later I thought it would be a draw. Okay, very good, I just felt something in my heart at the Yin Division of Gyeonggi Prefecture. When I found out that I lost inexplicably, I couldn’t understand it. It turned out that you, a monk, was pretending to be sick!”

The monk was anxious and wise, and he found the right opportunity to speak quickly.

"Immortal, since you have made a bet with others, you must be willing to admit defeat. You are cheating now, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Lao Long was feeling a little depressed, so he grabbed the monk to scare him. If the monk had remained calm and composed all the time, he would definitely be very annoyed. But now that he looked panicked, he felt relieved.

He stopped talking, carried the monk and flew directly to Gyeonggi Mansion on the wind, and then escaped into the underworld.

All the demons captured a few days ago were also detained in the Yin Division. Of course, they were all souls, and most of their real bodies had been digested by the dragon dragon.

This is the first time that the monk has truly entered the underworld of the underworld. A strong yin energy rushes through his body, and he keeps chanting "The Great Ming King Buddha".

In the Yinsi City God's Hall, a huge circular mist filled the center of the hall, and a scene appeared in the center of the fog, which was the scene in the deepest part of the Yinsi Prison.

A large group of people are watching in the City God's Hall. There are a group of Yuhuai monks, ghosts and gods from the Yin Division, the City God of Gyeonggi Prefecture, and some people who are obviously monsters in disguise.

"Dad, why are you going out suddenly? Uh, shouldn't this monk be in the palace?"

Longzi Yingfeng doesn't open any pot, but there is nothing to hide in this matter. The old dragon is also a dragon who is willing to accept defeat.

"This monk pretended to be ill and did not go to the palace, so he failed to get the position of 'Heavenly Master' conferred by the old emperor."

"No, is this okay?"

The dragon **** the side couldn't help but lost her voice.

"Is this possible?"

Then, except for some people who didn't know who were confused, the few people who knew about the matter looked at Ji Yuan aside.

Ji Yuan looked at the monk who brought the cup back from the old dragon. The latter was bowing to a group of immortals, demons, ghosts and gods. Since practicing Buddhism, he has never seen such a scene before. He has never thought about it. It feels like the same thing. Mingwang Buddha is still a group of people standing together.

"The young monk just came to participate in the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. Now that the Dharma Assembly is over, I am preparing to leave the capital. Is it possible to make it convenient?"

Ji Yuan looked at the monk's anxious look, smiled at him and said.

"Master, don't you think that Mr. Ying was really just angry, so he arrested you in the underworld?"

Isn’t it?

"Uh... the old gentleman has an extraordinary bearing, so naturally he won't find it in Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com..."

The monk was surprised, but the words he said were still very realistic.

"Master, please look!"

Ji Yuan pointed at the scene in the mist in the City God's Hall. Although there was no sound, the scene was full of horrific images of demonic souls being tortured, and the painful roars were displayed through the ferocious and terrifying expressions.

"These are the evil people who have sneaked into Dazhen. Naturally, there are many people who fish in troubled waters, but there are also some who are unusual. Although they cannot endure the pain of prison, they have explained some things, but they themselves know Also limited.”

Old Long also snorted coldly.

"There is a sign of turmoil in Yunzhou in the East. You are a monk from Daliang Temple in the north of Tingliang Kingdom. You have traveled to Dazhen. How many years have you not gone back?"

The monk frowned and thought before returning.

"The young monk is now forty-two years old, so it should be seventeen years."

Although he knew that the hall was full of old monsters of unknown ages, the handsome face of this monk was too "middle-aged", so Ji Yuan subconsciously took another look at him.

"Well, then you should go back and take a look. Although we don't know the further involvement behind these evil spirits, a large number of them come from Tianbao Kingdom, which borders the northern border of Tingliang Kingdom."

"Tianbao ascends the country!? How could it happen?"

"Haha, how come there are so many evil spirits?"

Hearing what Old Long said, the monk nodded subconsciously. Tianbao Kingdom is known as the "Shangguo" among the people in the northern border of Tingliang Kingdom. Naturally, it is not that bad, but so many people have become a climate. When the evil spirits come here, something must have gone wrong.