Chapter 650: The whole city is in turmoil, a man in green comes
Xiao Que'er's words made Li Daoxuan feel cold in his heart.
The Queen went to Lingshan?
Or to save yourself?
But he is clearly in heaven!
Your Majesty is an expert in divination, how could she make such a mistake?
Unless someone is deliberately guiding her, but with Her Majesty's level of cultivation, who can confuse the heavens and influence her judgment?
That you are sleeping? Absolutely impossible!
The Earthly Immortal Realm is not weak, but it is not enough.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he came up with a terrible guess, but because it was too shocking, he could not be sure.
At this moment, he was more worried.
According to Taiqing Daode Tianzun, the Heavenly Palace and Lingshan have both become monsters. So, wouldn't the Queen be in danger if she went into Lingshan alone?
He finally understood why there had been no movement in the Young Underworld over the years. It was not because the Queen was aloof from the world, but on the contrary, she chose to take the risk in order to save herself.
Li Daoxuan had an urge to go to Lingshan, but he forced himself to suppress it.
Firstly, he didn't know where Lingshan was, and secondly, Sister Yu's soul had not been found yet.
The most important thing is that his cultivation is still too low. Tianzun once said that only when one cultivates to the heavenly fairyland, will he be qualified to participate and know the ultimate truth.
We still cannot slack off and must continue to work hard at cultivation!
Li Daoxuan felt the pressure again and ended his contact with Xiao Que'er. He immediately sat cross-legged and practiced beside Sister Yu.
A steady stream of innate Taiyin energy emerged from his limbs and bones, and was refined by him into pure immortal power.
Before going to Chang'an, he wanted to try and see if he could make another breakthrough.
…
On June 14, the 23rd year of Zhenguan, a piece of news spread throughout the world.
The national teacher Li Daoxuan reappears in the world and threatens to come to Chang'an and kill the Holy Buddha on the Holy Buddha's birthday in three days!
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
In just two days, a lot of discussion took place, and everyone from kings and generals to peddlers and hawkers was discussing the matter.
One was once the best fighter in the world, who slew dragons, destroyed the ghost king, killed Mara, shocked the evil god, and saved the world many times. He was the patron saint in the hearts of countless Tang people.
One is an invincible holy Buddha who is said to be the reincarnation of Ananda. He fought across thousands of miles, defeated all Taoist masters, and subdued the four evil gods single-handedly. He was hailed as the number one person in the world after Li Daoxuan.
Both of them have the reputation of being the best in the world and have outstanding achievements. Who will be better?
Countless people were excited about it.
The Taoists were all very excited. Ever since the birth of the Holy Buddha, they had been oppressed so badly. Although it was the state religion, they seemed so aggrieved.
The Buddhist monk once again recalled the horror of being dominated by that man.
But no matter which side they support, in the past two days, countless cultivators have walked out of the deep mountains and old forests and rushed to Chang'an City.
The confrontation between two of the world's strongest and most invincible men is unprecedented and will probably never be repeated. If you miss it, it will be a lifelong regret.
Mount Longhu.
Zhang Qianyang, who received the letter from Taiwei, laughed three times and was extremely excited.
Without saying a word, he took his son and many inner disciples to Chang'an to strengthen his apprentice.
Taichong is back, and the end of that bald donkey has come.
Zhang Weiyang had never seen his father so happy before, and the corners of his mouth were almost reaching the sky.
"Dad, will the eldest brother lose the fight?"
After all, that is the Holy Buddha.
Bang!
Zhang Qianyang drew out his magic sword and struck him, saying, "Lose? Haha, don't you see whose disciple Taichong is?"
Zhang Weiyang curled his lips and muttered, "Then I am still your apprentice..."
Bang!
Zhang Qianyang slapped him again.
"Dad, why did you hit me again?"
“Hehe, there are mosquitoes.”
Zhang Weiyang: “…”
At the same time, the sword energy in Wanshou Palace rose into the sky.
Wu Qiubai, whose hair had already turned gray, led his disciples to Chang'an without any luggage, only a sword and a simple Taoist robe.
They looked excited.
A swordsman should have an edge, but in recent years, under the strong attack of the Holy Buddha, the disciples of Wanshou Palace have been repeatedly stopped by the government when they were slaying demons and eliminating evil. The simple question "Do you have the order to slay demons?" is enough to make them lose their temper.
They really couldn't understand. The disciples of Wanshou Palace had been traveling around the world slaying demons and monsters for hundreds of years, but why did they need demon-slaying tokens during the prosperous Tang Dynasty?
It is nothing more than the intentional suppression of Taoism by the Holy Buddha.
It's not that they didn't think about resisting, but the power of the Holy Buddha made them despair. Yan Chixia, the most outstanding disciple of their generation, once tried to resist, but before he reached Chang'an, the sword in the box broke into pieces, and he could only leave sadly.
Now that Li Daoxuan has returned and is going to visit Chang'an City to kill that evil monk, they are naturally excited and are willing to use the swords in their hands to enhance the reputation of the national teacher!
"Have you sent the letter to Chixia?"
Wu Qiubai asked.
"Master, I have already sent it. I believe he should have received it soon."
"That's good. His broken sword can finally be avenged."
…
Lanruo Temple.
A heroic voice sounded, with the style of the mad scholars of Yan and Chu, as if singing and clapping the rhythm of the music.
"Doudoudoudoudoudoudou!"
"The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao. The Tao of Heaven and Earth, the Tao of Man and the Tao of Sword, the Black Tao and the White Tao, the Yellow Tao and the Equator Tao..."
"Bah bah bah bah bah, nonsense!"
Yan Chixia bathed in the dirty water with his upper body naked, singing loudly with a powerful and loud voice full of masculinity.
The sword box was placed next to him and he never left it even when he was bathing.
In addition to the sword box, there is also a Taoist magic sword that never leaves his side, standing by the water. The sword energy is vast, like an invisible barrier, shocking the ghosts in Lanruo Temple.
While scrubbing the mud balls off his body, he drank strong liquor and roared like thunder, feeling extremely happy.
If Li Daoxuan were here, he would be very surprised that Yan Chixia, the once gentle, well-dressed and handsome man, has become dark-skinned, unkempt and untidy.
I also started to like drinking.
At this moment, a chilly wind suddenly blew in the Lanruo Temple, and a voice was heard, which sounded like both a man and a woman, and it was difficult to tell whether the man or woman was male or female. It was extremely strange and creepy.
"Smelly Taoist, stop singing!"
"You're tone-deaf and sound like a pig. It's giving me a headache!"
If it were anyone else, they would have been frightened out of their wits, but Yan Chixia just laughed.
"Monster, I will fight you to the bitter end. I'm not going anywhere. What can you do to me?"
"Hmph, stinky Taoist priest, don't be so arrogant, one day you will regret it!"
The cold wind gradually dissipated.
After taking a bath, Yan Chixia came out, put on his tattered Taoist robe, embraced the Wanren Divine Sword, and lay down on the dead tree, ready to fall asleep.
He is now a half-step Yang God, and with the power of the magic sword, he is able to fight against Yang God. His fighting power is equal to that monster in Lanruo Temple , and neither can do anything to the other.
He was not in a hurry, so he simply lived in this ancient temple in the desolate mountains and treated the monsters inside as his sword whetstone.
He had a premonition that when he killed the evildoer with his sword , that would be the day he would break through to the Yang God realm!
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a voice was heard in the air.
Paper cranes circled above his head.
Yan Chixia stretched out his hand, and the paper crane fell down automatically and turned into a piece of letter paper.
"The Imperial Master has returned and will break into Chang'an and kill the Holy Buddha. This is a grand event, don't miss it..."
There was a gleam of light in Yan Chixia's eyes and his heart was excited.
"Li Daoxuan..."
He hadn't heard this name for a long time and thought it would gradually fade away, but with this letter, memories of the past flooded into his mind.
The master once said that in the Taoist sect, three generations from now, there will never be another person as talented as Li Daoxuan.
People like him are destined to become immortals when they come to the world.
Facts have proved that Master’s words were not wrong.
clang!
As if it heard the three words "Li Daoxuan", the Wanren Divine Sword clanged and trembled in its sheath.
Yan Chixia stroked the only thing his master had left him, and said with a smile, "Master, I know you can't wait to see your old friend, but don't be impatient. You once said that we must eradicate all evil."
He looked towards the Lanruo Temple shrouded in darkness and sneered.
"It's just right to kill this monster, congratulations to the national teacher!"
…
Daxingshan Temple.
Crown Prince Li Chengqian came at night. With his lame leg, it was difficult for him to walk fast, but now he was in a hurry and very anxious.
As soon as he saw the Holy Buddha, he hurriedly said, "It's over. Li Daoxuan is back. If this killer enters Chang'an, I will definitely be finished. Holy Buddha, what do you think we should do?"
He had long been tied to Erpo Shamei, and even the imperial edict to destroy Yuxuan Palace was issued by him. If Li Daoxuan broke into Chang'an, the first person he would not let go would be Shengfo, and the second one would probably be him.
Prince?
His father had more than one son, but there was only one Li Daoxuan in the Tang Dynasty.
The Holy Buddha smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will take care of everything."
After a pause, he pointed at Chang'an outside the window under the night sky, and there was a hint of unquestionable confidence in his calm voice.
"When Li Daoxuan comes here, I will tell him something."
"What's up?"
"This is still Chang'an, but it is no longer his Chang'an."
…
Taiji Palace, Lizheng Hall.
The chief eunuch Gao Quan hurried into the hall and knocked on the door.
Your Majesty's health is getting worse day by day. Unless it is a serious matter, he does not want to disturb Your Majesty's rest.
After a long while, Li Shimin's voice was heard.
"What is it?"
"Your Majesty, he is back."
The room fell into silence. After a few breaths, heavy and hurried footsteps were heard, and the door of Lizheng Hall was suddenly opened.
Li Shimin came out barefoot in his pajamas, his white hair fluttering in the wind, but his cloudy eyes became exceptionally bright.
"Where is he? Why hasn't he come to see me yet?"
Li Shimin looked around, and when he saw that there was no familiar face around except the soldiers on duty, a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
At this moment, he is no longer an emperor, but an old man who knows that he will soon die and is looking forward to seeing his best friend from his youth again.
Seeing this scene, Gao Quan showed a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master said...he said he will enter Chang'an in three days...and kill the Holy Buddha."
Li Shimin's body trembled slightly and he lowered his head silently.
"Don't blame him, don't blame him. I was the one who let him down first. I did make a mistake in this matter."
"but……"
He looked at the eternal stars in the sky and the bright moon that had shone on the world countless years ago and is still bright and clear today, and he sighed deeply.
"Sometimes, even though you know something is wrong, you still can't help but do it. Perhaps, this is the difference between humans and immortals."
Gao Quan stepped forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has mobilized a large number of Jinwu Guards to defend the city with his power as regent, and has also drawn a large number of siege crossbows and Tianlei bullets from the garrison in the capital."
These two things are powerful weapons developed by the Tang Dynasty, and they can have a significant effect on cultivators.
Li Shimin's face turned cold, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and in an instant all his stupidity disappeared.
"How dare he extend his hand to the army?"
Even if the crown prince serves as regent, he cannot interfere in military power. This is an iron rule set by Li Shimin.
He ascended the throne through the Xuanwu Gate Incident, so naturally he knew better than anyone the horror of a prince in charge of the army.
"The weapons of the Tang Dynasty will never be aimed at Taichong."
"Gao Quan, pass on my order to transfer Xue Rengui to be the commander of the defense of the capital. All the troops defending the city must obey his orders."
"promise!"
Gao Quan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
There is no need to explain the relationship between Xue Rengui and the Imperial Master. Your Majesty's move is to cut off the source of the problem.
What made him even more fortunate was that His Majesty was still the same His Majesty after all, and even though he was old, he was still wise.
…
Three days passed quickly.
There have never been so many monks in the capital. Taoists and monks can be seen everywhere, and verbal conflicts occur from time to time.
The people of Chang'an also felt that a storm was about to come.
The number of defenders on the city walls increased several times, and they set up heavy crossbows used for sieges and patrolled day and night.
The city gates were closed and cut off from the outside world, and many merchants and travelers were trapped in the city.
When the sun rose on the fourth day, the solemn atmosphere in the entire Chang'an city reached its peak. People did not dare to go out, and the once prosperous city suddenly became a little deserted.
Even the Buddhist and Taoist monks, who often got into conflicts and resorted to verbal and physical conflicts, silently held their breath and their heartbeats quickened.
Today is the birthday of the Holy Buddha Narvasami. The prince started making preparations for a grand celebration several months ago, but to this day, no one cares about the Holy Buddha's birthday anymore.
Everyone was nervously waiting for someone to arrive.
The man's name was Li Daoxuan.
Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, when the morning light was shining, a carriage slowly approached from a distance and appeared in front of everyone.
The carriage was very simple, but the women driving it were extraordinary. One was young and the other was white, and both were extremely beautiful.
Especially the woman in white, who was driving the carriage while bathing in the morning sun and absorbing the sunlight. The golden pure yang energy flowed through her skin, as bright as the morning glow.
Yangshen Realm!
At this moment, many people's faces changed.
A powerful being in the Yang God Realm is actually willing to act as a coachman?
The carriage moved slowly in the light wind and dust, like a small boat, passing through thousands of mountains and waves, through the clouds of history, and finally returning to the place where it started.
The sun rises, its path is bright.
From afar, the carriage seemed to be carrying a rising sun.
A sigh sounded in everyone's ears, neither hurried nor slow, slowly speaking with a hint of emotion.
"Changan, I'm back again."
He slowly lifted the curtain and gazed at this majestic city that was both familiar and unfamiliar, his blue clothes gently blown by the Chang'an wind.
On June 18th of the 23rd year of Zhenguan, the imperial teacher Li Daoxuan came to Chang'an again.
The whole city was in an uproar, all because of that woman in blue.
