Chapter 328: Longmen Immortal Meeting, Moro is in Chang'an!
After Lady Green left, huge changes began to appear before Li Daoxuan's eyes.
I saw the grass and trees around me quickly turn yellow and wither, and then sprout again and become full of vitality again.
Prosperity and decline, life and death, are in a constant cycle, endlessly.
Li Daoxuan finally understood the meaning of the words of the Green-robed Lady. Beauty and bones are fleeting. People who practice Taoism must see through the skin. Could this be the way to see through it?
He said he was not angry, but I think he was obviously angry.
He couldn't speak at the moment, so he simply sat down cross-legged and tried to see if he could break the Queen's spell.
But after trying for a long time, I found nothing.
At this time, a pretty female disciple came forward . Seeing the eldest brother sitting alone on the top of the cliff, she plucked up the courage to step forward and say hello.
Li Daoxuan opened his eyes and saw her bright face rotting rapidly. In just a few breaths, it turned into a skeleton, and then maggots appeared. Finally, it slowly turned back to its original state, and this cycle kept alternating.
Li Daoxuan quickly closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
My queen, you are so cruel!
Don't let my skills surpass yours, otherwise...
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Seven days later.
On the Jade Emperor Tower.
Li Daoxuan sat cross-legged. His mouth had recovered and his whole temperament became calmer, like an old Taoist with a pure heart and few desires. His heart was calm, like a clear mirror.
After seven full days, the abnormality in his eyes finally recovered slowly.
During these seven days, everyone he saw was a skeleton infested with maggots. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she could not arouse the slightest interest in him. In order to prevent himself from having any problems in some way, Li Daoxuan simply hid in the Jade Emperor Tower and practiced in seclusion.
But it's not all bad. After this baptism, Li Daoxuan vaguely felt that his state of mind had improved a little, especially for the principles of life and death, rise and fall, he had a deeper understanding.
Just as he was concentrating on his cultivation, a voice sounded in his ears. It was the old master who was conveying the message.
"Daoxuan, come to the back mountain."
Li Daoxuan immediately opened his eyes, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and flew away into the air. In just a few breaths, he arrived at the back mountain and saw the old Taoist priest.
He pressed down the cloud and landed on the ground. He was surprised to find that the old Taoist priest was standing in front of Elder Zhenlian's tombstone.
Zhenlian's tomb was built very simply and was buried in the back mountain. Although it was still within the scope of Longhu Mountain, the feng shui was average, and it looked like a lonely grave in a desolate mountain, very desolate.
It's hard to believe that a yang god is buried here.
The old Taoist priest touched the tombstone and said, "Daoxuan, some people in Longhu Mountain say that I am too harsh on Zhenlian, and they would not allow him to be buried in the ancestral tomb until he dies. What do you think?"
Li Daoxuan thought about it and said with a smile: "My master said this, right? I think you did the right thing, Master!"
The old Taoist priest paused for a moment, looked back at him, and said teasingly, "You kid, tell me your reasons. If you are just trying to flatter me, be careful. I, the Grandmaster, will make you unable to speak for seven days."
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, staring at Zhenlian's grave with a deep gaze, and said: "Master doesn't know the details. If he knew, he would be the first to dig up the grave. Not to mention the ancestral grave, there is no place for him to be buried in Longhu Mountain!"
The old Taoist priest fixed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Tell me about it."
Li Daoxuan nodded and said, "Actually, I was just guessing. In your dream before, you mentioned that everything is fake, and only the Grandmother is real, right?"
"good."
Li Daoxuan's eyes gleamed as he said, "At that time, I was wondering why the Grandmother in my dream was real, and why Moro had the Grandmother's true spirit?"
The old Taoist priest remained calm and said, "Perhaps Moro had been plotting against me decades ago. The disaster at the Demon Subduing Palace was planned by him."
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said, "No, the Ghost King Xu Du once said in a desperate situation that Moro only started to plan against you sixteen years ago. I think he should not be lying."
After a pause, Li Daoxuan sneered and said, "There is only one explanation. That is, the accident in the Demon Subduing Hall decades ago was arranged by Elder Zhenlian. He originally wanted to kill your two sons in order to cut off the direct bloodline, but he failed in the end because of your grandmother's desperate protection."
"However, Elder Zhenlian took the opportunity to take away my grandmother's true spirit, intending to keep it to blackmail you. Later, he fell into the devil and joined the Moruo Sect. He gave my grandmother's true spirit to Moruo, which led to the experience in your dream."
Although these are just his speculations, this is the only explanation that can explain why a soul that should have dissipated more than 40 years ago suddenly appeared in the old Taoist priest's dream.
Moreover, Li Daoxuan also went to ask his master, and found out that when his grandmother died, Zhenlian was in Longhu Mountain, and he was the first person to rush to rescue her.
Only he has both the motivation and the opportunity.
Li Daoxuan looked at Elder Zhenlian's tomb with a look of disgust.
It is said that a great treachery appears loyal, and a great falsehood appears true. This Zhenlian is truly a hypocritical beast in human clothing!
The old master sighed and said, "You are very thoughtful and insightful. Yes, you guessed it correctly. In this case, I can rest assured and let you go to Chang'an."
Li Daoxuan was stunned. Apart from the Empress, he had not told anyone about his intention to go to Chang'an. How did his master know about it?
The old Taoist priest took out an imperial edict and handed it to him, saying, "This is the emperor's secret edict. At this moment, similar imperial edicts have probably spread throughout the Taoist sects of the world."
Li Daoxuan took it and looked at it, frowning slightly.
"The emperor is going to hold the Longmen Immortal Conference in Chang'an, and ordered all the major sects to send their true disciples to participate. And our Longhu Mountain has chosen me?"
The old Taoist priest looked deep in his eyes and said, "It is said that Chang'an City has not seen a drop of rain for three months. Rumors are spreading among the people that the drought in Chang'an was caused by the emperor's killing of his brothers at Xuanwu Gate and disrupting social order!"
Li Daoxuan was surprised and said, "It seems that the so-called Longmen Immortal Meeting is just a rain-praying meeting."
After a pause, he said meaningfully: "At this moment, whoever can pray for a heavy rain to extinguish the rumors will be favored by the current emperor, and the sect will quickly become stronger. I'm afraid that many people in our Taoist sect will be eager to try."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, "There are also capable people in the court, some of whom can call the wind and rain, but they are all helpless, which shows that this matter is not simple."
"Master, if that's the case, then I'll go to Chang'an."
The old Taoist nodded, his expression suddenly became serious, and said: "In addition to participating in the Longmen Immortal Meeting, you still need to investigate one thing."
"What's up?"
The old Taoist priest touched Zhenlian's tombstone and said, "Before she died, Zhenlian sent me a message."
"He said that Moro is in Chang'an."
Li Daoxuan was shocked. This sentence was very meaningful. It could be understood as Moro himself being in Chang'an, or it could be understood as Moro religion being in Chang'an.
The old Taoist priest handed him a blank purple talisman.
"In order not to alert the enemy, I cannot easily step into Chang'an. If you find out the Moro Cult's lair in Chang'an, please write the news on this talisman. After burning it, I will know. By then..."
The old Taoist priest's voice was filled with cold murderous intent.
"I haven't killed a Yang God in a long time. "
