Chapter 317: Ascension in broad daylight, the flourishing age of immortals and gods
Hearing Jiang Xuanzhen's words, everyone in the courtyard looked at him.
Ji Wujun looked at him with admiration in his eyes, while the others were stunned.
"My master is an immortal, how could he become the emperor?" Bai Qi shouted.
Jiang Tianming stared at Jiang Xuanzhen, curious about his identity.
"Tianzi, are you stimulated? "
"Tsk tsk, it's better to give up the throne. The Emperor Jing has really been incompetent in recent years."
"It's actually normal. Since ancient times, most of the emperors in the dynasties were incompetent and mediocre. There weren't that many saintly and wise emperors."
"I don't think they are to blame. Emperor Yanwu, Emperor Dinghe and even Emperor Hongzong all have ambitions, but the deadlock is too deep. The only one who can be blamed is Emperor Anzong. He is really a waste!"
Listening to everyone's discussion, Jiang Xuanzhen didn't look up, his forehead pressed firmly to the ground, and blood began to flow.
After a while, a voice came from the Taoist temple: "Come in."
The gate of the Taoist temple opened.
Jiang Xuanzhen raised his head, his tears not yet dried, and looked at the Taoist temple. He suddenly felt a little nervous, and his knees seemed to have taken root and he couldn't stand up.
" What are you still standing there for, little brat? If you have any requests, go tell your ancestors right away."
The Sword God patted Jiang Xuanzhen's shoulder and urged him.
Jiang Xuanzhen came back to his senses, quickly stood up, and walked tremblingly into the Zixiao Palace, and the door closed.
Bai Qi, Ye Xundi and others continued chatting, curious about what Daozu and Jiang Xuanzhen would talk about.
After entering the Taoist temple, Jiang Xuanzhen found that the space inside was extremely spacious, like a palace. His eyes fell on Jiang Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng was sitting in meditation on a cushion, with the divine yang light floating behind his head, like a little sun, shining brightly, making it impossible for Jiang Xuanzhen to see his true appearance.
He is truly an immortal!
This thought came to Jiang Xuanzhen's mind. He quickly walked to Jiang Changsheng, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.
“Ancestors… Ancestors…”
Jiang Xuanzhen said cautiously. He had fantasized about meeting his ancestors countless times, but when it came to this point, he didn't know what to say. His mind was blank.
The atmosphere was silent.
Jiang Xuanzhen gradually calmed down and regained his senses.
At this time, Jiang Changsheng just opened his mouth and said: "Have you thought it through? What exactly do you need me to do for you?"
Jiang Xuanzhen took a deep breath and said, "Please, ancestor, ascend the throne!"
He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Changsheng, his expression firm, and said: "The emperors of all dynasties were wrong. The root of the problem is not the aristocratic family, but the luck. The luck limits the lifespan of the emperor, making it impossible for the emperor to become powerful. You are an immortal god, and your lifespan will definitely not be limited by luck. Only you can save Dajing!"
Jiang Changsheng said calmly: "In the future, I will transform Dajing's destiny so that the emperor's life span will no longer be limited."
Jiang Xuanzhen became even more excited when he heard this, and said, "That's useless. It's hard for me and my descendants to become powerful men who shock the world within two hundred years. If we give the throne to other princes, it will be against Taizong's will. Only if you ascend the throne can you completely change Dajing. If you can be the emperor of Dajing for hundreds of years, and then choose a grown-up descendant, it will not be against Taizong's will."
"I can't be the emperor again. I need to be responsible for this chaotic world and bear the resentment of the people. I also don't want to be the emperor again. I don't have the ability to do so."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xuanzhen couldn't stop crying.
He thought of his father and Jiang Xuannian.
"My brother paved the way for me and helped me become a powerful vassal king, but I was too impulsive... I killed my brother and put myself in trouble, and even abolished my martial arts. Ancestors... I am really not fit to be the emperor. I have never wanted to be the emperor since I was a child..."
Jiang Xuanzhen was in tears, his tone full of grievance, guilt and pain.
Ever since he was old enough to understand, he believed that Jiang Xuannian was the emperor, so he never thought about becoming the emperor himself. This mentality continued until he grew up.
Jiang Changsheng listened to him and also examined this issue seriously.
After becoming an immortal, he has few rivals in this world, so it is not a bad idea for him to relax for a while. Besides, he saw the soul of Jiang Ziyu.
Perhaps some regrets can be made up for, paving the way for the growth of luck value and incense value.
…
Early in the morning, Mu Lingluo returned to the Longqishan courtyard and saw Chen Li and Bai Zun were there.
She came to Ji Wujun and asked in a low voice: "Is the emperor here?"
Ji Wujun nodded and said, "I've been in there for almost half a month and haven't come out yet."
So long?
Mu Lingluo was curious, but what she was most concerned about was Jiang Changsheng. This was the first time that Jiang Changsheng had been in seclusion for so many years.
She turned her head to look at Chen Li in front of the stone table and asked, "Chen Li, the strife in the world has been going on for many years, and now there are foreign races causing chaos. When will this farce end?"
Chen Li glanced at the Taoist temple and said, "It will be soon. Dajing's true heyday is coming."
Bai Zun said with a hint of regret: "Unfortunately, according to what you said, the emperor has been abolished and his fate has been wasted."
He had always been full of expectations for Jiang Xuanzhen, but ever since Jiang Xuanzhen ascended the throne, the princes of the world had been fighting for him, turning him into a puppet and suffering untold hardships. According to Sword God, Ye Xundi, and Ji Wujun, on the way to rescue, the emperor had already lost his ambition to regain his throne.
"Then who in this world is suitable to be the emperor? We can't let the King of Northern Frontier be the emperor, right?" Ye Xundi asked helplessly.
The Sword God said: "Jiang Luo is quite good."
Everyone began to discuss which of the princes in the world was suitable to be the emperor.
After a long while, the gate of the Taoist temple suddenly opened, and Jiang Xuanzhen walked out. He was wearing a Taoist robe and was smiling. He looked refreshed and full of vitality.
Everyone turned their eyes to him. Bai Qi was about to speak when he saw Jiang Changsheng following behind Jiang Xuanzhen.
Seeing Jiang Changsheng, Mu Lingluo's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Did you succeed in breaking through?"
Jiang Changsheng smiled and nodded.
Jiang Xuanzhen quietly walked aside to make way for his ancestor.
Bai Qi quickly asked: "Master, what are your plans next?"
Everyone stared at Jiang Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng took Mu Lingluo's hand and said softly, "I promised to marry you in a formal ceremony, and I should keep my promise."
Mu Lingluo was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "When did you agree to it?"
Bai Qi smiled frivolously and said, "I do remember that the master promised Hua Jianxin."
Jiang Changsheng looked at it and said, "Yes, I promised her that I would marry her openly in the next life."
Bai Qi was confused and didn't understand what Jiang Changsheng meant.
When Mu Lingluo heard this, her heart trembled and her eyes became complicated. Her previous guess seemed to be true.
Chen Li obviously guessed what Jiang Changsheng meant. He immediately stepped forward, bowed and saluted, saying, "Thank you, Daozu. This is a blessing for Dajing!"
Bai Zun and Ji Wujun seemed to have thought of something, their faces changed drastically, and then they looked surprised.
"Not only will I ascend the throne, but I will also bring the opportunity for the people of Dajing to ascend to immortality. The Taoist ancestor has experienced hundreds of lives in the mortal world, and in his last life he served the king. With his merits fulfilled, he ascended to heaven in broad daylight, bringing Dajing a prosperous age of immortals and gods. What do you think of this story?"
Jiang Changsheng said calmly, and everyone's breathing quickened after hearing his words.
Daozu becomes the emperor!
They all fantasized about Daozu ascending the throne and becoming emperor, but Jiang Changsheng had always refused on the grounds of cultivation. Unexpectedly, they finally waited until today.
Everyone became excited.
"Well, you should be the emperor!"
"The Yun Dynasty's suppression of the emperor's life span will definitely not work on you."
"Hahaha, if you ascend the throne, who among the princes of the world would dare to resist?"
"A prosperous age of immortals and gods? Can we become immortals and gods?"
Jiang Xuanzhen had a smile on his face, and he was even a little complacent, because he felt that he had convinced his ancestors, and he was very excited when he thought of the immortal heaven envisioned by his ancestors.
Dajing is really about to take off!
Chen Li bowed and said, "The world is in chaos, with traitors in power . The emperor is asking our ancestors to ascend the throne and clean up the filth in the world. This will surely become a good story, but we need someone to prove your origins."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Eye of Dao appeared on Jiang Changsheng's forehead, shining with dazzling golden light, which stunned everyone. Jiang Tianming could not help but touch his third eye, and all three eyes revealed envy and yearning.
Jiang Changsheng said: "Yang Che is still alive, let him prove it."
After that, he looked up at the sky and murmured, "It's time to make up for the regrets, not only mine, but also yours."
No one understood who he was talking about, but that didn't stop them from getting excited.
Daozu has decided to ascend the throne, and now things will be interesting!
They were looking forward to the reactions of those princes.
…
Xuanting, inside a large hall.
Zhu Tianjia, the son of Zhu Kuangji, sat on a chair with an extremely gloomy face, while the man in black robe, Taoist Qingxu, and Xu Mang sat on both sides, and the atmosphere was silent.
Zhu Tianjia stared at the man in black robes and said in a deep voice: "The emperor has gone to Longqi Temple. What should we do next? Will the Taoist ancestor vent his anger on Hualong Mansion?"
The black-robed man shook his head and said, "The Dao Ancestor is at most protecting the Emperor. If he was angry, he would have taken action long ago. Don't forget how your father and An Chang died. At that time, the Dao Ancestor could have flattened Xuan Ting. Now that the Emperor is gone, it's good. Let's rely on our own abilities and compete with the princes of the world. Now that we are powerful, even without the Emperor, we can sweep the world and create a new dynasty!"
Xu Mang couldn't help but recall the scene of that day. His alien master died right after he finished showing disdain for the Taoist Ancestor.
He seemed calm, but he was extremely nervous inside, fearing that these people would be so bold as to speak wildly to Daozu. Fortunately, they were very afraid of Daozu.
When Zhu Tianjia heard this, he thought it made sense. If the Taoist wanted to intervene, he would have started long ago. Why wait until today?
"Okay, then I will fight for the world in an upright manner. Who among the princes in the world can be my opponent?"
Zhu Tianjia said with great pride that with the support of Hualong Mansion and the man in black robe, he would not take any of the world's heroes seriously.
An hour later.
The man in black robe and Taoist Qingxu returned to his residence.
They had just sat down at the stone table in the courtyard when a figure emerged from the ground. It was a black shadow in human form, and its true appearance could not be seen clearly.
"How long do we have to wait? Our clan leader is getting impatient."
The dark shadow said in a deep voice, his voice was hoarse.
The black-robed man poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, and said, "If the Tianxu tribe can't wait, why don't they just invade Dajing?"
The shadow was silent.
Taoist Qingxu looked at him and asked, "When will the Qiangliang tribe arrive?"
The man in black robe put down his wine glass and looked at the black shadow.
The Qiangliang tribe is a mountain weighing on their hearts, and they are just waiting for the Qiangliang tribe to attack and fight with Daozu.
