When he saw another painting next to him, he was stunned again.
It was a piece of yellow paper with only a line of thick ink on it, extending from one end to the other end,
That painting is not an ordinary painting, there is a sword in the painting!
When he turned around and was about to enter the hole, he suddenly trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Bahuang Monument, this, this, this is impossible!"
Zhan Wushuang rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again.
It was unmistakable, it was the Bahuang Monument that he had seen in the capital.
The most precious treasure in the world, Dayong spent so many years, spent so much energy, and died so many people before he got the two-sided and eight-sided monument.
This, there are actually two sides here? Just put them aside so casually.
"Oh, have you seen the Eight Desolate Monuments too?"
"I've seen it before. There are two sides to the capital." Zhan Wushuang said truthfully.
"Well, this stone tablet has some tricks up its sleeve."
"What do you mean by some Tao? People say that all magic in the world comes from this. All kinds of magical powers are from this. This is the origin. This is the cornerstone of the world's cultivation!" Zhan Wushuang said.
He knew very well how expensive these stone tablets were.
It is said that observing these Eight Desolate Monuments can lead to the enlightenment of the Great Path, the kind that leads directly to immortality.
The two desolate monuments in the capital have attracted the covetous attention of many monks. Even those Taoists and eminent monks who practice in the mountains can't help it.
I traveled thousands of miles from the capital city just to see the Eight Wastelands Monument.
If outsiders were to know that there are actually two monuments here, I don’t know what this place would look like.
The expert in front of him actually allowed himself to look at the Eight Desolate Monuments so easily.
Doesn't he know how precious these two stone tablets are, or in his eyes, these are just two stone tablets recording the practice methods, just like the ones on the bookshelf.
"Sit." Wang Zhe pointed to the stone bench beside him.
"Drink tea." She poured him a cup of tea.
"Thank you, sir." Zhan Wushuang hurriedly took the tea cup with both hands and took a sip. The aroma was fragrant and his spirit was shaken.
“Great tea!”
"Is the practice going well?"
"Traveling the old path again will naturally be much smoother than the first time." Zhan Wushuang said. In fact, his practice was indeed very smooth.
"If you follow the old path, you must also know how to introduce the new from the old." Wang Zhe said casually.
"That's what sir said."
"Sir, can I study the Eight Wastelands Monument again, for an hour, no, half an hour every day." Zhan Wushuang drank a cup of tea, pondered for a long time, but couldn't help but express his true thoughts.
He wanted to improve his cultivation in the shortest possible time. He wanted to go further. Before that, all he wanted to do was to do it step by step.
But now there is a better way, that is, by understanding the Eight Desolate Monuments, there are more mysterious magical powers. In this way, your cultivation level will definitely reach a higher level.
Wang Zhe nodded.
From this day on, Zhan Wushuang would come to see the Eight Desolate Monuments every day. He didn't have much time, only half an hour.
Time passes like this day by day, winter turns to spring.
Zhan Wushuang observes the "Eight Wastelands Monument" every day, and his practice progresses very quickly.
Sixth grade, fifth grade, fourth grade...
On this day, the mountain breeze blew gently.
Zhan Wushuang suddenly radiated an endless chill, and the surrounding trees were covered with layers of frost.
Laifu raised his head and glanced at him.
Wang Zhe stood at the entrance of the cave and stared at Zhan Wushuang.
"Did you gain some insights from viewing the Bahuang Monument?"
The coldness spread and covered less than half of the mountain. He sat there for three days.
When I opened my eyes, there was white frost all around.
He found Wang Zhe staring at him.
"Sir." He stood up quickly and saluted.
"Not bad." Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"Thank you sir."
Without the help of the Eight Desolate Monuments, he would not have been able to reach his current level of cultivation. This rapid progress is simply harmful.
Two days later, Zhan Wushuang turned to Wang Zhe and said goodbye.
Although he still wants to stay and continue to improve his cultivation, he has a feeling that if he stays here for a few years, he might be able to become an immortal directly.
But he still had concerns in his heart.
"Sir, I'm ready to go down the mountain."
"Go ahead."
"Sir, you are so kind, I will never forget it in this life."
Zhan Wushuang was about to kneel down as he spoke, but found that he couldn't.
"It's not easy to live a new life. Don't commit any sins, and cherish your life."
"I will keep your words in mind, sir."
Zhan Wushuang thanked him again and again before going down the mountain.
After some distance from the top of the mountain, he stopped, turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed respectfully in thanks.
Then he got up and went down the mountain again. After reaching the foot of the mountain, he showed off his skills and walked away through the treetops.
The mountain behind him gradually became farther and farther away.
On the mountain, Wang Zhe stood high and watched Zhan Wushuang go away.
"When he comes down the mountain this time, I'm afraid it will cause a storm."
After Zhan Wushuang came down from the mountain, he went straight to southern Yunnan.
Although he was practicing these days, he was still worried about his father, whom he had only met once.
Although he once hated him for abandoning himself and his mother, blood is thicker than water after all.
He galloped all the way and reached southern Yunnan in just two days. Although the King of Zhennan had arrived early to assassinate him, there was no chaos in southern Yunnan.
It was even calmer than the Jingzhou he passed through, but there were more bandits than before.
Dayong's army failed to suppress them in the end because the King of Chu was seriously ill and the King of Liang was also seriously ill. This resulted in Jingzhou and Liangzhou being leaderless.
Although the capital specially sent an imperial envoy here, how could the soldiers and horses act if they had no money or food?
It was rumored that the emperor in the capital was furious and killed several ministers, but to no avail.
Rongcheng, the former Zhennan Palace.
Since King Zhennan was assassinated last year, Dayong sent several waves of inner guard assassins to try to kill the prince of Zhennan, but they never came back.
Zhan Wushuang, who arrived in Rongcheng, stayed for two days and specifically inquired about King Zhennan. Almost everyone said that King Zhennan had been assassinated because everyone in the city saw King Zhennan being buried.
He wanted to go into the Zhennan Prince's Mansion to have a look, but he noticed that the Prince's Mansion was heavily guarded and did not go in hastily.
After hanging around here for three days, I reluctantly left.
There is a mountain in the northwest of Rongcheng. The mountain is not very high, but the trees are very lush.
There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. There are not many people in the Taoist temple, only three or five Taoist priests.
In a room in the Taoist temple, a man was sitting on a Taishi chair, his face still a little pale. Next to the bed stood a young Taoist priest.
"Haven't found it yet?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, there is no news about him. We have been asking about him for more than half a year, but he seemed to have disappeared after leaving southern Yunnan.
You also said that he was seriously injured when he left."
"Yes, I was the one who injured him myself. That guy Xiao Guang is really insidious!" The King of Zhennan couldn't help but sigh.
He never recalled that Zhan Wushuang, one of the famous Bafang generals sent by Xiao Guang to assassinate him, was actually his son.
His son almost killed him, and he almost killed his son.
What a sinister intention this is!
"He even plotted against his own sons. I heard that he imprisoned the souls of those princes on the list of gods, causing those princes to still be in a coma."
"That's hard to say. None of my nephews have a fuel-efficient lamp." As he spoke, King Zhennan, no, I should say Emperor Qiantai of Dian Kingdom, stood up.
Since the assassination, he had faked his death and escaped and came here to recuperate.
This Taoist temple was a hidden weapon buried a few years ago and a prepared hiding place. I never visited it on weekdays.
"What has the prince been busy with recently?"
"Mainly managing government affairs. Recently, he has been in frequent contact with the Moon God Sect."
"Someone should remind him not to get too close to those people."
"嗻."
"Okay, you go down."
The man bowed and retreated.
Xiao Ren stood at the door, through which he could see Rongcheng below the mountain.
"Second brother, what are you busy with?"
Northwest, Liangzhou,
Although it is summer, there is still very little rain here and the wind and sand are still very strong.
On this day, a golden light suddenly rose into the sky in an unknown small city a hundred miles away from the city. There was a Buddha light, faint sounds of Sanskrit, and golden lotuses blooming.
Storms and clouds gathered in the sky, and it took a long time for all kinds of visions to slowly dissipate.
In the Golden City, someone saw the strange scene.
"That's a human fairy?!"
"Quickly, go and see where King Liang is now?"
"yes."
Orders were issued one after another and were delivered to Prince Liang's Mansion in the shortest possible time.
A man came outside the house where King Liang was recovering from his injuries, and happened to meet the imperial physician coming out of the house.
"Mr. Li, has the prince's health improved?"
"Hey, it's still the same." The doctor sighed.
"I want to go in and see the prince, is that okay?"
"Of course, but be careful and try not to make a big noise."
"good."
Immediately, the imperial doctor accompanied the man into the room.
"I've met the Crown Prince!" Seeing the Crown Prince still in the room, the man hurriedly saluted.
The prince waved his hand with a cold expression.
"Are you here to see if I am alive or dead?"
"Don't dare!" the man said hurriedly.
He glanced at the bed and excused himself.
In the city, in a house, several people gathered together in a room.
There are a few side dishes and two bottles of wine on the table.
"Sir, it has been confirmed that Prince Liang is still in a coma."
"I also know that it is almost impossible to be Prince Liang. After all, more than one imperial physician has examined him, but Prince Liang's soul is injured. He is just worried."
"How long do we have to stay here?"
"If there is no order from above, we have to continue to stay here."
"The Western Regions have captured two cities, and Liangzhou's army has been defeated three times in a row."
"The King of Liang is in a coma. The people from the Ministry of War are here to command the troops. The key question is how to fight without food and grass?"
Several people were drinking and talking.
Bang, the captain who led the team slammed the table.
"You don't want to die!" His expression changed, and he looked at several people coldly. "If you don't want to live, don't hurt others."
Seeing this, the internal guards of Baiqisi did not dare to speak anymore, they just lowered their heads to eat food and drink.
Outside Jincheng, in an unknown small city,
A fat man stood on the top of a mountain and looked into the distance.
"Your Majesty, just now, the internal guards of Baiqisi went to your ward to check."
"Humph, I have already guessed it, but have you revealed any flaws?"
"Back to the prince, no, the prince is in the room. Even the prince has been deceived. Naturally, they can't see any flaws."
"Is there any news from Jingzhou?"
"King Chu is still in a coma, your whole body is cold."
"Sick?" King Liang thought for a while after hearing this.
"Where's that in southern Yunnan?"
"As usual, our people have not found Zhan Wushuang's body so far."
"Father and son killed each other, the son killed his father, the father seriously injured his son, but it was only when both parties were about to die that they found out the true meaning of the matter. Such a plan is really chilling!" King Liang sighed.
"Go down."
"Hey." The man stepped back.
Three days later,
A wave of very fierce bandits suddenly appeared in Liangzhou, committing evil everywhere. Moreover, these bandits did not attack different people, but instead attacked military camps at fixed points.
Act quickly, come and go like wind, have clear goals,
In just a few days, hundreds of soldiers died at their hands, including some captains and even deputy generals leading the troops.
This kind of thing happened not only in Liangzhou, but also in various places in Dayong.
Smoke was everywhere, and memorials from various places were drifting towards the capital like snowflakes.
Prime Minister, all the ministers' hair has turned gray in anxiety.
In the palace, the emperor did not issue any orders.
In the palace, in a study room, agarwood was burning in an incense burner.
The emperor Xiao Guang stood in front of the window and looked out. Next to him was a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.
"Are you sure?"
"Return to your majesty, make sure, that is the key to open the gate of heaven."
"What's behind Tianmen?"
"According to ancient records, behind the Tianmen is the Heaven Realm."
"In the heaven, are there all Taiyi Celestial Immortals?"
"Your Majesty, I can't answer this question, but I can see from some records in the classics that as long as you are in the human immortal realm, you can go to the heaven. I imagine that the heaven will not be filled with Taiyi immortals."
"It doesn't take too much. Just two or three coming down will cause big trouble. Have the people from Buxian Mountain arrived?"
"Your Majesty, we will return to the capital tomorrow."
"I know, you go down first."
"yes."
The Taoist retreated, leaving Xiao Guang standing alone outside the window, staring at the sky outside.
"Heaven?" His brows frowned slightly.
The unexpected news disrupted many of his plans.
Amidst thousands of miles and thousands of rivers.
It doesn't matter if one person is missing from the mountain.
Wang Zhe continued to practice as usual, and occasionally went to the depths of Qinchuan. When he saw a few spiritual herbs, he picked them and planted them near the cave.
There are purple Ganoderma lucidum, orchids, and a wild grape plant,
In addition, an open space was mined outside the cave for growing vegetables and herbs.
In this way, living a decent life in practice is not boring.
On this day, while he was practicing in the mountains, he suddenly saw a group of black air coming from the west, speeding through the mountains, and it was eerie.
"Evil?"
Wang Zhe stood on the top of the mountain and pointed his finger in the distance. The black air suddenly dissipated. With a scream, a man fell into the forest, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.