The north city of the capital is west, Ziyang Temple.

Yesterday evening, the city was filled with rain and flowers. This morning, a thousand-foot-foot-earth green dragon appeared.

Not to mention the wind, snow, hail, and hail, like a natural disaster. Then there were green light, dark yellow energy, and black flames covering the sky. There were also the god generals flying across the sky, the green rainbow shocked the sky, the demons soared the clouds, the immortals and Buddhas fell beads, and finally a green dragon and a golden dog bit it as if no one was around. It was so dazzling. Even a flash was like rain. How could the people at the foot of the emperor have seen this?

But it may not be true that I have never seen it before. Many people finally remembered the long-standing strange stories that I heard from my elders when I was young. Today I realized that those seemingly absurd and mysterious legends are actually true!

When we are in the capital, we all vaguely heard that the Great Zhou Dynasty has not been very peaceful in recent years. The country is turbulent, and there will be monsters. If the gods fight, it will naturally cause mortals to suffer. So when the sky clears, the people living near Ziyang Temple gathered outside the temple gate, regardless of whether they originally worshiped the gods and believed in the Taoist temple. They just waited for the Taoist priests in the temple to open the door to welcome guests, so that they could go in and sing a stick of incense, kowtow a few times, and seek peace.

Before I could wait for a long time, the viewing door opened, but unfortunately it was not a welcome guest.

The Taoist priests in the temple all looked gloomy, and some were a little panicked. They were carrying simple luggage and were about to go out. Some even had no luggage, but they all carried swords and rushed out in a hurry.

Seeing that these Taoists had bad breath, no one came forward to get into trouble. When they walked away, the people looked at each other in a daze, and they were all confused.

At this moment, another person walked out of the door. He was a young man dressed in a scholar. His appearance was just like a man. However, his temperament was majestic and his temperament was not bad, which was exactly the sentence "I am proud of my poetry and writing style."

He bowed to the people outside the door and said aloud: "Everyone, the old temple master asked Zuo to inform me that Ziyang Temple would close the door to thank the guests from now on, and no longer accept the incense of the believers. If there is no concise, I hope to let you go!"

Someone in the crowd recognized this person and whispered to everyone that a large hall would be repaired in the temple in the near future and the murals should be redecorated. This is the painter invited by the old temple owner.

I heard someone ask loudly, "Mr. Zuo, what happened in Guanshi? It doesn't matter if the old Guanshi master is closed for a few days, but the offerings to the gods are indispensable for a day. What should we believers do?"

The painter named Zuo had finished speaking, and heard this, he just shook his head, turned around and closed the viewing door, walked straight through the crowd, and went home by himself.

He temporarily lived in a house just separated by a wall on the east side of the Taoist temple. In his early years, the original owner of the house donated it and became the industry of the Taoist temple.

Today, Ziyang Temple's tree fell and the money was scattered, and the land deed of the courtyard fell into his hands again.

The painter named Zuo closed the gate of the courtyard and dropped the door bolt, isolating the noise and hustle in front of the Taoist temple.

The yard was cleaned very clean, and it could even be said that it was a bit too clean. There was no fallen leaf, and even bird droppings, insects and ants were missing.

The painter named Zuo did not enter the main hall, but took out the key and opened the west wing with his back against the Taoist temple.

He stood quietly outside the door for a moment before he stepped in and closed the door as well.

The windows in the wing room are also closed, so they look a little dark, but they are also spotless.

The room was a little empty, with only one table placed on it, with pen, ink, ink, and inkstones on it, and nothing else was used for painting.

If there is anything special, it is that the color on the front wall is mottled, and there are murals painted with the entire wall.

This wall is painted with mountain peaks and waterfalls, and the sun is cloudy and smoke. On the sea of ​​clouds in the middle, a blue dragon with flying claws is highlighted.

The painter is obviously skilled and painted the green dragon very vividly and vividly. If you look carefully, it will be quite similar to the one transformed by the sword energy of the Tianren in Lingshan.

The only drawback is that the eyes of this green dragon are empty and somehow not yet finished, so it is still missing a little bit of magic.

The painter named Zuo looked at the mural for a long time, suddenly sighed and murmured: "Today I witnessed that my ancestor of Hualong Hall is indeed old with Lingshan. Even if it is not a serious inheritance, it should have been a bit of the legacy of the Heavenly Man Sword Immortal of Lingshan. It is not even known that he has personally given guidance. Hey, who would have thought that a great generation of demon sect giants would be entangled with Taoist sect?"

He looked around and showed a strange smile on his face: "Who would have thought that such a large Taoist temple was involved in Lingshan and the Exiled Immortal Tie, but it became my place for Zuo Hongdao?"

When he said this, Zuo Hongdao's temperament changed drastically. His eyebrows and eyes were still those, but the bookish aura that had been covered in his body was gone, showing his lazy and wild attitude, and it also brought some cynical and gloomy aura, which made people know at a glance that this was a person who was not restricted by the world.

His eyes were faint, and he suddenly turned his left hand palm, and the spiritual energy that seemed colorless and dark as if it was dark and colorful light came out through his palm.

The originally empty palm was steaming with the spiritual energy, revealing a tattoo, shaped like a cluster of blue-black flames.

Gradually, the cluster of flames stood upright, dancing and burning on his palms.

Zuo Hongdao stared at Fire Flame for a while, looking a little dissatisfied.

His cultivation is not high, and it is not easy to just practice Qi, and it is not easy to release and condense the spiritual energy outward. After a long time, he is a little powerless, and the flames are like being subjected to wind, rising and falling, and the light is unstable.

Seeing this, he no longer delayed, and held the flames in his hand and wiped them on the mural.

Unexpectedly, although his realm is ordinary, his spiritual energy is a bit strange. Wherever the blue-black spiritual fire passes, the mottled colors on the walls began to fade, and they returned to large pieces of snow-white.

Zuo Hongdao worked so hard for a while, and wiped the entire area where the Qinglong was located and the bottom into a white wall, leaving only a small sea of ​​mountains and clouds above the wall. If outsiders saw it, they would think that the mural had only started and somehow stopped writing, and ended up with a beginning but not an end.

He bit his right index finger and focused twice at the position where it was originally the dragon's eye. He took a few steps back and looked at it. He seemed to feel the blood stains were a little eye-catching. He walked to the table and took a few brushes, covered with various colors of paint, and swung them on the white wall.

There were immediately many spots on the wall, which became much more natural than before.

"Well, this is what painting looks like."

Zuo Hongdao looked up and down again and nodded with satisfaction: "These days were well arranged in the Central Plains, and I had to spend a few tricks of secret chess. The Buddhist general's luck moved north and was ready to go back and use it calmly."

"Hmph, there are 480 temples in Jiangnan, and the pen of the Canglong Dragon is 108. It's time to ripen the melons. What is the Lingshan Mountain or the Valley Temple? When I come again, I will definitely change the trend and the universe will turn around!"

He suddenly moved his ears, closed his mouth and listened, and there was a faint sound of bells and drums coming from the direction of the Forbidden City.

When the emperor came to the court, he heard this sound all over the city.

After listening quietly for a moment, Zuo Hongdao threw the brush away.

He laughed silently at the sky, and was speechless and unspeakable.

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Yanqiu Mountain, Ganquan Palace.

On the rooftop platform that was more than a hundred feet away, there were sometimes clouds and mists, and sometimes the wind was shaking. Two majestic and brilliant golden and copper immortals set up a banquet early in the morning.

The mat is simple, but it is just some fresh fruits and melons, and the autumn morning dew received by the immortals of gold and copper, which is served in a jade cup.

There were even fewer people attending the banquet, only Ge Baochuan, the high priest of the Valley Temple and the head of Lingshan, each of whom sat opposite each other on several cases, Duanmu Ci stood by the side with a jade pot.

After the Qinglong Golden Dogs began to fight, the high priest put down the jade cup that had been drinking half for a while. While watching Duanmu Ci fill the jade cup, he smiled and said, "President Ge, fortunately, I am still calm, otherwise I would almost have to take action a few times and let me bury Xie Shanke with you!"

He raised his glass again, and a gray head was blown by the wind on the stage: "Today I saw the Lingshan Tianren Sword, I benefited a lot, and it should be a big white!"

Ge Baochuan laughed loudly and raised his glass to greet him: "It seems that the Lord of God took action to save Xie Shanke. This move was not just beyond Ge's expectations!"

"But then again, Xie Shanke was arrogant and wanted to swallow the evil aura of thousands of years of injustice in Tianyu Mountain by his own strength. No wonder Chutu Sanjiazi failed to achieve supernatural powers. With his talent, he might not have no chance to endure it. It is a pity that the Lord of God was thinking of, and he was ultimately in a waste of his efforts. I, Lingshan, have helped me so much, and the high priest invited me to drink a few cups of Tongtiantai nectar. This business is not a loss."

After saying that, he drank the nectar in the cup and exclaimed: "The spiritual energy is rich, and it is indeed extraordinary. Today, I first drink the nectar of the gold and copper immortal, and then I will see the purple jade plate of the five directions of the Thunder Emperor. The Three Treasures of the Valley God King were able to see the second one. This trip is really worth it!"

The high priest was not concerned about Ge Baochuan's joke. Xie Shanke's practice was difficult, but once he succeeded by luck, he would inevitably have unparalleled supernatural powers. He occupied the vital land of Tianyu Mountain and was also rebellious and angry. At that time, he was afraid that even the Lord of God and the Emperor would have to accommodate him. However, like now, he was at most an ordinary supernatural power, even weaker, and he had to be controlled by the Lord of God and was not free. In this way, many people in the capital could sleep peacefully.

On the other hand, Lingshan has barely saved his face this time, and the matter is not the case. The powerful weapon like the Heavenly Man Sword is the most sharp when it is secretly revealed to others. It is so easy to take it out, hehe... Yao Taiyi can achieve magical powers, and his violent and brave nature is of great benefit. However, if he does not change his mind and cultivates his character, he will only stop there in the future.

He shook his head and said, "We don't have to worry about the gains and losses of Xie Shanke. It's not our fault that God Lord's heart is so heartless. However, Brother Yao's temper is still so impatient. He sacrificed the sword of the Heavenly Man without saying a word. If this continues, it is probably not a blessing for the world."

"Well? The high priest's implication is that the second Western Expedition is inevitable?"

Ge Baochuan frowned slightly. He asked this question clearly. However, in the world, there are very few people involved in secular affairs. It is not that this person should be indifferent to the Lingshan Tianren Sword, but that the timing of his attack is really intriguing. What kind of tacit understanding he reached with the emperor also needs to continue to test. Thinking of this, Yao Taishang's sword was not completely rewarding.

The high priest smiled but did not answer, turned his head and asked Duanmu Ci, "Ci, with the sword of Lord Yao, how many points can the worldly minds be distinguished?"

Duanmu Ci bowed and said, "Thank you for the teachings of the High Priest. Ci suddenly had a thought in his heart. He was a little scared when he thought about it, and he didn't know if he was thinking about it."

"oh?"

The high priest was a little surprised and waved his hand and said, "But it's okay!"

Ge Baochuan also bets on his eyes.

Duanmu Ci stood up and said, "Divine Lord and the Emperor, are you trying to seize the fortune of the Rong people and support a god in Buddhism?"

This question was quite shocking, and for the high priest and Ge Baochuan, it was also considered to have broken the last layer of window paper.

There was a silence on the rooftop platform for a while.

The high priest thought for a moment, looked at Ge Baochuan, and smiled and said, "Mr. Ge, we are afraid that Brother Yao's thoughts are shallow."

Ge Baochuan sighed: "The High Priest was probably as clear as a mirror. Ge can guess the thoughts of the Lord of God. It's ridiculous that when I came, I still had the idea of ​​calming things and calming others. I hope the emperor would think about it again, but I didn't know that there was no reason to be lucky under the general trend. Even this young man could see it, and he couldn't say that the emperor was already as firm as iron."

He looked at Duanmu Ci deeply: "Young people are so terrifying. Unfortunately, they entered the Valley Temple and were not surnamed Ji. If you come to Lingshan, you will not be the second person after Ge..."

Seeing that the high priest was about to blow his beard and glar, Ge Baochuan waved his hand and smiled, "Don't blame the high priest for a moment. It's getting too late. Ge has been bothering him for a long time, so he said goodbye!"

He stood up: "High priest, sit down, don't be too busy to send him far away!"

The high priest looked up at the sky. It was only half past this morning, and it was getting late.

He knew that Ge Baochuan wanted to leave, so he didn't want to stay for too long, so he simply didn't point it out, just waved his hand and said as a goodbye.

After Ge Baochuan's figure disappeared on the steps for a long time, he said with a hint of laughter and tears: "Ci, when you encounter such a thing, it's too late for ordinary people to cover it. But you just have a straight intestine to the end. Look, have you driven away?"

Duanmu Ci also smiled and said, "Just looking at Lord Yao's sword, I must understand everything I should understand. Master Ge is pretending to be confused when he understands it. But there is another reason why Ci said evil words to drive people away."

He grabbed the jade pot in his hand and shook it: "The Lord of God has extended his life to the emperor and used up all the essence of nectar accumulated over the years. Even though Tongtiantai is very magical, it is autumn and I have only got half a pot in one night. If we don't drive people away, our Valley Temple will be embarrassing."

The high priest was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was old, but he exuded endless pleasure.
Chapter completed!