In the quiet streets at night, in the mansions of Sacred Heart Square, carriages and soldiers were running hurriedly with torches and lanterns.
The sound of chariots, the sound of whips, the shouts of people, the neighing of horses... all of a sudden made the streets of Qingning lively.
"Hey, Brother Wang, are you bringing so many soldiers and horses out this late at night to train the soldiers?"
In a luxurious carriage with rolled up curtains and hanging wind chimes, Prince Hui's Gongsun Qu stood outside the window and joked to Ba Wang Gongsun Jun, who was on the side.
Come on, brother Wang, don’t you also practice troops late at night?”
"Haha, it depends on whether Brother Wang's troops are faster or my troops below."
The two of them exchanged sarcastic words, lowered the curtain, and spoke at the same time, asking the driving sergeant to speed up. They did not give way to the carriages of the princes and princes driving out of other streets. They drove side by side in the street, and occasionally bumped into each other.
They were violently countered, and the prince inside was so shocked that he staggered around. The soldiers and generals on several sides refused to give in. They drew out their steel knives, pressed down their spears, and ran to fight in the air. The weapons were mixed together, making a continuous sound of ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping pinging.
Chechang Street stretches all the way to the Xinyang River.
In the dormitory outside the Zhenjun Temple, the fat Taoist sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, with his mahogany sword spread across his legs. His eyes were majestic and unblinking. When he heard vague movement, he turned his face slightly.
"There are a lot of people coming this way."
Xu Huaiyu stood under the eaves of the house holding a dark wood. He also heard the movement on the street outside, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the street. Even the old cow beside him stood up, with a lazy posture,
He raised his horns and waved the mane on his neck, taking on a vigorous stance to face the enemy.
'You can't defeat other monsters, but you can't defeat a group of mortal soldiers?'
Lao Niu is actually suffering in his heart. According to his way of doing things, he can deal with some little monsters or ordinary people in the Taoism. But when he follows his master, the monsters or people in the Taoism he encounters are not those ordinary monsters at all.
Those who can be compared are those who are either in the realm of Nascent Soul, or close to the Demon King level, and are also the local tyrants.
'A group of mortal soldiers should be able to let Lao Niu show off his power, right?'
it wants to.
The next moment, noisy footsteps and the sound of clashing weapons spread towards this side. On the dark long street, hundreds of figures came back and forth with four carriages. Four figures in royal robes were supported by soldiers.
Then they pushed each other and walked quickly into the Zhenjun Temple.
"True Lord!"
"The true king, Gu Nai Lu Wang Gongsun Jian, came here to ask for an audience!"
"So is Gu." This is Ba Wang Gongsun Zhao.
"Zhenjun, you are in the temple, I am about to come in!"
The Zhenjun Temple is still under construction, and there are still ladders around it that have not been dismantled. Naturally, it can be seen that it is uninhabited. The kings stood outside the temple door and looked at it. They all turned to the dormitory on the right and saw
Xu Huaiyu, who was wearing a Taoist robe under the eaves, raised his hands to greet each other.
"Xu Miaozhu, the real king has come back. Where is he still now?"
"Xu Xiaowei, Gu and you have killed Yuejie people together. I need to introduce him to the true king." The speaker was King Yang, who had also led troops to the front line.
Prince Hui, Gongsun Qu, who had been silent all this time, was naturally not to be outdone. "Xu Xiaowei, there is also Gu. Is the true king inside? Let Gu go in first to see him."
As he was about to move forward, Xu Huaiyu quickly crossed his magic weapon. At the same time, the old cow next to him had already rushed out. Before the princes pulling over there could react, they felt the ground shake, and their eyes flashed.
A huge old cow with a green back stood in front of them, swaying one of its horns that was missing a sharp point, and glared at them. The thick breath coming out of its mouth and nose turned into white smoke visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.
The hands that the people were holding suddenly retracted, their expressions became solemn, and they all took two steps back, not daring to make a single sound.
As a king, there is no need to act like this in front of his soldiers. However, the kings have their own plans in mind for doing so. Firstly, there are many believers in Zhenjun Temple in the capital, and their power cannot be ignored; secondly,
, I heard that the Tianshi Mansion still has to sell some face, and I think it plays an important role in the monasticism; thirdly, unlike other monastics, although they are good at magic, most of them will not do anything to ordinary people, and at most they will only give small punishments.
After a while, this true king is really good at taking action. Who wouldn't want to have such an expert beside him who is not greedy for fame and wealth, has profound magic power, and dares to interfere in mortal affairs?
If anyone has such a person, then the throne is basically guaranteed.
But now, they were in trouble when they were stopped by an old ox. It was rumored that Zhenjun had an old ox specially used to pull carts. I had heard of it in the past but didn't pay too much attention to it.
However, at this moment, several princes were almost in their throats. Where are the ordinary cows, they had never seen a cow that stood up, with its back taller than a human being, and its limbs and tendons.
Uplifted and knotted like steel bars.
The appearance of this old cow, let alone a head-on confrontation, made him feel frightened just by looking at it. King Lu swallowed his saliva and gestured to his subordinates with his hands behind his back. He probably wanted the soldiers to go up, surround the old cow, and give him a blow.
They tried to rush to the opening of the dormitory.
The soldiers over there looked at me and I pushed you, but they were too hesitant to go over.
"I'm afraid the knife won't be able to penetrate it, right?"
"Can the oxen used to pull the carriage of the True Lord be ordinary oxen?"
"Should we go up or not?"
"Nonsense, the most you can do is get kicked by a cow, and if you don't go back, you'll have your head chopped off!"
After all, the soldiers under King Lu gritted their teeth and rushed over with their eyes closed. Naturally, they did not bring any weapons with them. If the old cow misunderstood, not to mention a hoof and a swing of his tail, it would be enough for them to drink a pot.
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next moment.
More than twenty people swarmed up.
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At this time, below Luodu, under the thick strata, there is a green realm. Chen Yuan, who is still unaware of what happened above, is walking through a wilderness surrounded by ghost soldiers. Wang Zhaoyuan next to him is already familiar with this place.
Familiar, dragging the chain, introducing Chen Yuan while walking, even the mountains that can only be vaguely seen at the far end can be explained.
Soon, we came to the outside of the long city wall. The city gate was a huge ghost head with a bloody mouth open, and rows of ghosts and wild ghosts were floating inside from below.
"Zhenjun, this is the gate of hell. I heard from Third Master that this place should be guarded by gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei, but it is still vacant at the moment."
The two Chen Yuan knew that it could be as small as a door god or as big as a god. Moreover, it was from the Huangdi period and had the ability to deter all ghosts. As for why it was not engraved... it was because Chen Yuan had forgotten.
"Although it only covers the capital, I'm afraid it's already quite large."
Chen Yuan stepped into the gate of hell and looked at the endless world of the underworld. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No wonder none of the Yin gods in Senluo Palace are willing to come out these days. They are all focusing on expanding the business of the underworld. The speed is so fast that Chen Yuan admires it.
Different from coming alone before, this time I was accompanied by Wang Zhaoyuan, and the surrounding ghosts were also escorted by ghost soldiers. It seemed noisy, and the surrounding buildings were introduced one by one to know their uses.
Occasionally, I saw a huge black shadow dragging its long body at the end of this green sky and earth. Wang Zhaoyuan pointed at it and said: "Zhenjun has forgotten? That guy is the giant cricket who was forced to flee by Zhenjun."
The monster, what a good guy, rushed straight into the underworld, frightening both the third and fourth masters. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a courageous monster. His soul left his body and came here to cause trouble.”
Chen Yuan heard this matter told by Niutou Mamen on the road before, and couldn't help but laugh: "There is an old saying, there is a road to heaven if you don't take it, and there is no door to hell if you break in."
Ha ha!
Not only Wang Zhaoyuan, but also the group of ghosts surrounding him laughed at these words.
All the way to Senluo Hall, Bai Wuchang crossed his hands in his sleeves and stood alone with his long tongue hanging out, looking over with a smile.
"Yuan has met the Eighth Master." Chen Yuan stepped forward and raised his hands.
"You're welcome." Bai Wuchang smiled and raised his fingers, motioning for Chen Yuan to follow him, and walked straight to the magnificent building in front of him. The door of the palace slowly opened, and there were whimpering ghosts inside. Several lampstands standing in the main hall were on.
There was a faint green fire, but it was still empty inside, and there was no figure in the top row of the Tenth Hall Yama.
"Everyone is busy, but the Holy Lord has been waiting for a long time."
Bai Wuchang pointed to the front. On the side under the seat of Yama in the Tenth Hall, there was a figure in a scarlet robe, wearing an official hat, one hand behind his back, and the other hand holding a scroll and looking at it.
"Kite pays homage to the Holy Lord."
Chen Yuan's answer was with a rough voice like chewing iron: "Don't come here, does this involve alcohol?" This sentence made Chen Yuan stunned for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that Zhong Kui had invited him to drink when he helped to eliminate Li Congyun, the head of Canglan.
Promise of.
"Haha, if the Holy Lord didn't say anything, Yuan almost forgot."
Chen Yuan took a gourd from his waist. Sun Zhengde had asked him to keep it temporarily, and it was just in use right now.