Chapter 196: The Taoist Soldier Solving Technique, by Zoro
Chapter 196 Taoist Art of Military Solution, written by Zuo Lang
"The Emperor's ascension to immortality is a great event in the world. Brother Song and Brother Xin, would you like to go and have a look?"
Wang Zhen said drunkenly.
Cheng Shilian on the side was unwilling.
"Why am I the only one left out?"
Wang Zhen put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "Going to immortality is an unlucky thing in the underworld. Brother Cheng has insufficient yang energy and cannot watch it."
Song Lin and Xin Pingping looked at each other.
Xin Gongping is not a weak scholar. He was once a knight who traveled all over the world with his sword. He has never seen such a scene where the emperor goes to immortality.
The two agreed immediately.
"Okay, when you arrive in Chang'an tomorrow, please wait for me under the ancient locust trees west of Baqiao. You will temporarily stay at Wang's house at the west gate of Kaihuafang at night."
After that, Wang Zhen disappeared again.
This time, a jade pendant was left on the spot.
It seems that the intention is to let everyone take the jade pendant to live in the Wang family.
At night, everyone settled in Wang's house.
After eating and drinking, a few people enjoyed the moonlight and drank in the pavilion.
At this time, Cheng Shilian looked around and whispered: "Everyone, have you noticed that the Wang family is very respectful to us?"
The Wang family were ministers of Dali Temple and held high positions of power. The highest official position of Song Lin and others was the county magistrate. Logically speaking, they were not even qualified to enter other people's houses. However, after they showed their jade pendants, their attitude changed drastically.
"Guess what I saw?"
"What?"
"I just passed by the Wang Family Ancestral Hall and accidentally discovered the tablet dedicated to Wang Zhen."
If the guess is correct, Wang Zhen should be the ancestor of the Wang family.
The next night.
Cheng Shilian temporarily stayed at Wang's house, and the two of them went to Baqiao to wait under the ancient locust tree.
Late at night, suddenly there was a storm, and a dark wind came from the sky.
It transformed into a team of men and two military horses, and immediately it was Wang Zhen and a golden-armored general who was one foot tall.
These people look very different from living people. They all have dull expressions and pale faces, and they look like ghosts and gods.
Xin Pingping saw these people's hearts tightening, and then calmed down.
Song Lin's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, which was highly appreciated by the general.
The two of them went forward to meet each other.
Hearing Wang Zhen's introduction, the general smiled and said: "The visitor is a guest. Since you have brought someone here, you must be responsible to the end. Don't neglect the guest."
"yes!"
Wang Zhen conjured two paper horses, and Xin Pingping and Song Lin followed this strange army into Chang'an.
Silent all the way, Song Lin thought deeply in his heart.
This general has a good level of cultivation. Judging from the yin energy emanating from his body, he at least has the ability to form pills.
Xin Gongping seems to have a following, otherwise he would not be accepted by Wang Zhen and the general.
Not surprisingly, Xin Pingping should also become the general's subordinate after his death.
I feel like I have benefited from Xin Pingping's glory.
"I didn't expect the situation to deteriorate to this extent."
There should be stronger backing behind this group of people.
The fate of the king of a country is so easily decided, and it is so easy for people to visit, which shows that the situation in the underworld has deteriorated to such an extent.
A group of people entered Chang'an.
An official whose face he couldn't see clearly arranged for everyone to enter the temple.
"The time has not yet come. The emperor is protected by the gods. Forcibly entering the palace may delay the time. You are here to wait for the opportunity."
Everyone stayed in the temple for several days.
The general waited impatiently.
Wang Zhen suggested: "A banquet is being held in the palace. The gods will relax their vigilance and we will take action immediately."
"Okay! Enter the palace to greet you during the garrison!"
As night falls, the sky is surprisingly clear today, and the edge of the bright moon is slightly red, making it look very eerie.
The procession entered from Danfeng Gate and passed through Hanyuan Hall, Guangfan Gate and Xuanzheng Hall.
The journey was smooth, and the general guarding the gate seemed not to see the crowd.
The general sent people to surround the place where the emperor held the banquet.
The general led a group of Yin soldiers into the palace.
Song Lin and Xin Pingping followed closely behind.
In the main hall, music filled the air, and singing and dancing flourished.
The strange thing is that the candlelight on the Panlong Pillar shows a strange green color.
The banquet musicians had expressionless faces, and the singers danced mechanically, as if they didn't see the crowd.
The atmosphere was strange and the music was low, not like the joy of a banquet, but like the sorrow of a funeral.
Sitting at the head of the hall was a middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe.
This is Li Chun, Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Chun seemed to know his fate. He watched the Yin soldiers silently and kept staring at the singing and dancing in the hall.
Many Yin soldiers were waiting aside, quietly watching the singer's performance.
The atmosphere became very strange.
Midnight watch.
The door of the palace opened quietly, with a long and narrow shadow. What came in was a strange man with a strange beard, a green shirt and black trousers, a cape, a strange human skin mask, and a body like an ape.
The weirdo held a golden dagger and said in a sharp voice: "The auspicious time has come!"
The general climbed up the steps with the dagger, knelt in front of the throne, and offered the dagger.
When the emperor saw the dagger, he suddenly felt dizzy.
Then he was helped into the West Pavilion by a weirdo.
After some time passed, the general seemed a little impatient.
"Don't delay the opportunity to rise to the clouds. Why don't you send the Holy One to your throne as soon as possible?"
"First let your Majesty cleanse himself and take off his clothes."
A high-pitched and vicious voice came from inside the west pavilion, followed by the sound of gurgling water, accompanied by the sound of wiping the body.
Xin Pingping shuddered.
The Holy One didn't make any sound, and was just like a corpse being manipulated by weirdos.
No, corpse?
Could it be that if a weirdo killed the emperor, he would become an immortal?
At this moment, Xin Pingping's three views were impacted.
He grew up bathing in the emperor's favor. Even if the vassal towns were divided and the emperor's power was not obvious, the emperor was the supreme existence in his eyes.
As a result, he was treated like a pig or a dog, which he couldn't accept.
Song Lin looked solemn at this time.
There was an undetectable smell of blood coming from the West Pavilion.
If nothing else, the emperor should have been killed.
And he also felt that there were several eyes watching here.
This ascension ceremony is not that simple.
I don’t know how many people are paying attention.
Soon, the emperor came out with the help of a weirdo.
His expression was dull, with a look of looking down upon everything.
The general asked him a few words in a mocking and playful tone, asking him whether he was willing to give up wealth in the world and whether he still had peace of mind.
The emperor replied that he had looked away.
The general laughed!
"Welcome and come to Yuyu!"
The emperor boarded the sedan chair and the procession left along the Xuanzheng Hall.
On both sides were kneeling palace maids and concubines, and as Yu Yu left the palace, a line of strange blood was shed.
While they were crying, they pulled Yuyu along and were reluctant to let the emperor leave.
The emperor turned around to reassure everyone, saying that he had become an immortal, and then he and the Yin soldiers flew into the sky and disappeared like thunder.
In the corner of the palace, a young man in gorgeous clothes covered his mouth tightly with tears streaming down his face. He covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.
Song Lin and the two were sent outside the city by Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen explained it specially.
"Don't panic, you two. This is a Taoist magic that transforms soldiers into immortals. The golden sword just now is a weapon that can be used to defeat soldiers. The fate between you and me ends here! Go away!!"
Wang Zhen turned into the dark wind and disappeared.
The next day, there was no news from the court, as if that night was just an illusion.
Xin and Cheng were promoted and sent abroad.
Song Lin was appointed as Zuo Lang, responsible for the compilation of books in Hongwen Hall.
This move was exactly what he wanted, just to learn about the deeds of Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang and others.
There should have been a lot of good things collected during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.
Song Lin lived in the official residence and waited for the handover of affairs before taking up his post.
A month later, the news of the emperor's death came out.