Chapter 374 of The Appearance of the True King: The View of the Hidden True King
"Master, could you remember it wrong?"
The fat Taoist priest sat cross-legged under a tree in the official road. The little Taoist boy followed the same example of meditating, but he couldn't calm down and looked around with squinted eyes.
Chen Yuan stood by the roadside with his hands folded, frowning slightly and looking at the foothills to the north. He also felt strange. Zhenjun Guan could be vaguely sensed, but it seemed to be blocked by something, and it was difficult for Momo Lake to determine its location.
After the time and space overlapped, first everyone was separated for twenty years, and then the gods disappeared. The temple was uncertain, and there was a strangeness everywhere.
Could it be that the Kunlun Mirror is not operated properly?
The wind was blowing slowly, and pedestrians and vendors were welcomed and escorted from the official road leading to the south gate of Luoyang. From time to time, travelers in groups walked into the teahouse to rest and quench their thirst. They glanced at the Taoist priests and teachers meditating under the trees outside, and then gathered around
At the table, we talked about interesting things we had seen in various places recently.
“It’s quite peaceful and quiet here.”
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"I just escaped from the south, pulled a cart of goods, and turned back halfway. The loss was considerable."
"But there was a war?"
"Isn't that right? A troop of soldiers and horses came from the Southern Dynasty. They fought all the way and conquered seven cities and eight villages. We, the Wei army, were unable to withstand several groups."
"so smart?!"
"Oh, not only is he powerful, the general of the Southern Dynasty who leads the army is like a fierce general who charges into the battle. He has a white horse and a white robe, and holds a long sword in his hand. He must advance in every battle, and there is no single enemy he can defeat."
"Oh, I'm afraid this is a god."
Chatting in the tea shed, exclamations kept coming and going.
Chen Yuan averted her gaze from afar, looked back at the tea shed, and sat back next to the fat Taoist with a smile. It seemed that Chen Qingzhi was indeed invincible with the sword, and was preparing to fight all the way to Luoyang.
I just don't know if the cultivators who plotted against him will come out again, but on the battlefield, as long as they are not at Chen Yuan's level, or have the magic to spread the beans into soldiers, it is basically difficult to influence a war.
The fat Taoist on the side opened his eyes slightly and said, "My boss, the general named Chen seems to be very powerful. He has been fighting all the way. He will leave his name in history in the future. He must be a famous general if not a powerful general."
"I'm afraid that if the prestige is too high, it will be abandoned in the future."
Chen Yuan had some understanding of this famous general in later generations. The Northern Expedition to Wei was his most glorious and final battle. Being too bright was sometimes not a good thing.
Perhaps Emperor Liang was worried about this, so he hid him in the snow.
"Let's not talk about him for now. Boss, what are you going to do about the temple? We have been here for most of the day." The fat Taoist started to make a fuss, rolled up his sleeves and moved his buttocks, "Could someone have discovered Zhenjun?
Guan, deliberately causing harm?"
"That's not the case."
Chen Yuan has no clue. He knows that the people in Zhenjun Guan are Qingxu's group of cultivators. However, they have come here and there in the past few years and spread across the land of Kyushu. It is not easy to meet them. Besides, if you ask them, you may not know how.
Something happened.
"Go for a walk in the nearby mountains and forests."
After resting for a while and having a meal at the tea shed with herbal tea and a few cakes, Chen Yuan decided to walk around. The fat Taoist pulled the little Taoist boy who was chewing half a cake and followed behind.
There are many green trees in the forest, the dead branches on the cliffs are covered with vines, fallen leaves are stepped on, moss passes through the forest, and the cries of birds ring overhead from time to time.
"It's really weird."
Chen Yuan stood on a huge rock, reached out and pinched his fingers, and frowned even more. He clearly felt the spiritual energy radiating from Zhenjun Temple, but he could not trace his location.
Could it be that Lao Sun really told me that someone was deliberately causing trouble? Not letting me get the things in the temple?
He frowned and looked at the sky outside the forest gap. White clouds were floating in the sky, and the sun was far away. At the foot of a big mountain dozens of miles to the southeast, a black shadow poked out half of its body from the swaying light spot, and then swayed.
As he walked forward, he soon saw a village, surrounded by smoke and birds, and faintly heard voices. He could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.
"who?"
"It's Senior Brother Tong!"
"Go and inform the sect leader!"
The old man's vision was wide, and he saw a person running away, and another person rushing towards this side, helped him up, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Tong, why are you here? You are so seriously injured... who injured you?
?”
The man examined the old man's whole body and found that the fabric on his arms was torn, revealing wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. But to a practitioner, these were just superficial wounds. What really frightened him was the sword energy and spiritual energy that spread from the wounds.
It moves back and forth in the body, causing more serious internal injuries.
"Take... take me... to see the sect leader."
The old man surnamed Tong fled hundreds of miles, his injuries worsened, and he was almost speechless. However, he was helped by the person who came and quickly entered Zhuangzi in the mist.
As soon as you enter, the world takes on a new look. The towering black three-open door, with golden copper nails, enters from the side door. The wide square is paved with white rocks of the same shape, and a bronze cauldron about one foot high in the center stands on all fours.
, carved with countless inscriptions.
There were many disciples wearing uniform uniforms around who were practicing martial arts, or using magic powers, and spitting out flames from their mouths to attract cheers from others.
Directly ahead was a long white stone staircase. The man helped the old man climb up and came to the bottom of the hexagonal cylindrical pavilion. There were already disciples waiting to help the old man in.
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In the foyer, separated by a curtain, a figure in black robes stood at the head and spoke.
"Bronze Lion, what's wrong with you?"
"Sect Master...things have changed...I was about to kill Yuan Hao, but I didn't expect it...there are also people from the cultivator...helping them...break my lion's power formation."
Behind the curtain, the voice came again: "What about your injury?"
The old man was weak and tried his best to suppress the pain caused by the injury. He drooped his eyelids and recalled what happened that day.
"Injured by the sword energy... The man first threw a stone, and then attacked with the sword energy... There were dozens of feet away... Sect Master... I am almost dying... Can you give me a spiritual elixir from the house?
grain……"
"You work for me, so naturally I can't treat you badly. Who is that person? I will send someone to find out. At this juncture, there can be no mistakes. Only with the help of dragon energy can we definitely get the thing in the mountain."
After saying this, let the disciples outside help the old man into the curtain.
"Just wait outside."
After sending away the two disciples, the figure touched his sleeves and suddenly stopped with his hands. Under the stunned eyes of the old man, he lowered his head and spoke softly in words that only the two of them could hear.
"Bronze Lion... Your injury is actually incurable. It's better not to waste the elixir. I will make it painless for you."
"Zong..."
Just as the old man opened his mouth, the figure in front of him suddenly raised his hand and touched the old man's neck with his fingertips. When his eyes turned blood red, he choked and shouted loudly.
"Bronze Lion!"
The disciples who were waiting outside hurried in and saw the sect master crouching next to the old man calling his name loudly. But what the two of them couldn't see was that the old man inside the curtain widened his eyes and stared at the most familiar person in front of him, slowly.