Chapter 687: Words come true, gods descend to earth
Li Daoxuan did not go to the Wanxiang Temple immediately because he saw a man who was mad with jealousy.
Under the art of looking at qi, wisps of black qi were emitted from the running shiny bald head.
This is calamity energy and also death energy.
In the heavily guarded palace, a bald and ran wildly. It looked very abrupt, but the soldiers on duty did not dare to stop him. They even bowed to him when they saw him.
It seemed that they were accustomed to his appearance in the palace.
Li Daoxuan had already figured out his identity: Feng Xiaobao, also known as Xue Huaiyi, the abbot of the White Horse Temple and Wu Zetian's lover. Not to mention the soldiers, even the prime minister of the time would have to avoid him when he saw him.
Feng Xiaobao ran all the way. Although he was not good at practicing, he was very strong. He ran directly to the Control Crane Bureau which was secretly placed in the palace.
He kicked the door open and shouted, "Zhang Zongchang, you ballless man, come out now!"
Li Daoxuan, who was following behind him, shook his head. It turned out to be jealousy between men.
The reason why Feng Xiaobao was able to leave his name in history is not only because he was Wu Zetian's favorite lover, but also because he once did a great thing - burning down the Wanxiang Temple.
The reason is simple: jealousy.
In the original history, Wu Zetian moved the capital to Luoyang and ordered Feng Xiaobao to build the Wanxiang Temple. He built it well and Wu Zetian was very satisfied.
But as Wu Zetian continued to favor other men, he became jealous and, in order to attract the attention of his beloved, burned down the Wanxiang Temple that Wu Zetian had spent so much effort to build.
That was a symbol of her suppressing the Li Tang royal family and ascending the throne to become the empress!
Later, Wu Zetian put him in charge of rebuilding the Wanxiang Temple. After it was completed, she immediately sent people to capture and kill him, and burned his body in the White Horse Temple.
Li Daoxuan was not interested in such a fool, but he was a little curious about where the calamity energy came from on this person.
And this Control Crane Supervisor... didn't seem as simple as he had imagined.
There was a group of naked handsome young men in the palace, standing naked in the hall and being washed by palace maids.
They were newly chosen concubines who had never met the Queen, and their eyes were full of desire for the future.
Many of them entered the Control Crane Bureau voluntarily, and many of them dreamed of becoming a big figure like Feng Xiaobao one day.
In history, the famous poet Song Zhiwen once wrote a love poem to Wu Zetian, hoping to recommend himself to the Control Crane Bureau. However, Wu Zetian disliked his bad breath and rejected him.
From then on, Song Zhiwen became depressed and brushed his teeth three times a day.
Feng Xiaobao swaggered into the Control Crane Bureau, his eyes swept across a certain part of those beautiful boys, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.
Is this what you call a man?
He was a street rogue, so he simply took off his belt, showing off his edge and arrogance.
Suddenly there was a burst of exclamations from all around.
Those handsome young men felt ashamed of themselves, and the palace maids were shy, yet they kept looking sideways.
"Feng Xiaobao, if you do this again, I will cut it off for you!"
At the critical moment, a beautiful figure appeared. She was tall, dressed in a palace dress, with pretty eyes and eyebrows, and a very capable temperament.
Feng Xiaobao looked at the girl, smiled, and put on his pants.
"Wan'er, don't be angry. We can't cut off this treasure of ours. After all, the Queen Mother loves it so much."
He looked at Shangguan Wan'er, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, she was the most favored female official around the Queen Mother, and was entrusted with important tasks, so she could not be touched.
"What are you doing here?"
"Where's Zhang Zongchang? I'm here to find him!"
"He has left the palace. Please come back later."
Shangguan Wan'er said coldly.
Feng Xiaobao sneered, put on a rogue attitude, and said, "Then I will stay here and wait for him to come back!"
As he said this, he walked into a room and lay down without even taking off his shoes, leaving the bed black from his steps.
That was Zhang Zongchang's room.
Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she whispered something to a palace maid next to her.
"If he doesn't find out later, it'll be fine. But if he does..."
She put her hand on her neck.
The maid nodded, and the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist seemed to glow with a cold light.
…
Night falls.
Those beautiful young men all lived in one room, hoping that one day they would be summoned by the Queen of Heaven and become rich and powerful.
As wisps of mist drifted over, they quickly fell into a coma.
The door was pushed open, and Shangguan Wan'er and a palace maid walked in gracefully. Behind them was a person who was wearing white clothes and a gold belt, with a gourd hanging from his waist and a unicorn jade whisk in his hand. His attire was exactly the same as that of the imperial teacher.
But he was wearing an iron mask on his face, revealing a pair of somewhat numb eyes.
The palace maid held a wooden tray with a dagger and a pair of scissors on it, soaked in a basin of black liquid.
Shangguan Wan'er looked at the sleeping handsome boys and walked over to them one by one. She stopped at the third one, looked at him carefully for a moment, and said, "The tip of your nose can be used."
After saying that, she reached out and picked up the dagger and scissors. Her eyes were calm and she cut the man's nose without hesitation. Her hands were swift and the knife fell with great skill.
A piece of nose tip still oozing blood was thrown onto the wooden plate.
The beautiful boy who had lost the tip of his nose was still unconscious and bleeding profusely.
Shangguan Wan'er didn't even look at him and continued walking towards the next person.
"Lower lip available."
"The left ear is available."
"Left cheek is available."
"Right eye available."
"The left side of the skull is available."
…
Her voice was cold as ice, seemingly without a trace of emotion. Every time she spoke, it represented the passing of a life.
In just a moment, the handsome young men who were full of energy before turned into bloody corpses, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
On the wooden basin, there were pieces of human flesh and blood, noses, eyes, ears, teeth...
These carefully selected parts seem to have some magical use.
Shangguan Wan'er gently exhaled a stream of water mist, which turned into drops of water, washing her blood-stained hands and making them white again.
She turned to look at the masked man and said, "Liu Lang, it's your turn."
The figure in white clothes and gold belt trembled slightly.
It turned out that he was Zhang Zongchang, the favorite concubine recently, also known as Lotus-like Liulang.
Zhang Zongchang's body trembled slightly, and then he reached out and took off the iron mask.
Under the moonlight, a handsome face was revealed.
Upon closer inspection, he is 90% similar to Li Daoxuan, the former imperial master of the Tang Dynasty!
Shangguan Wan'er raised the knife in her hand.
Zhang Zongchang's eyes were calm, but his facial muscles were trembling slightly.
"Don't move."
Shangguan Wan'er shouted.
He took a deep breath, pinched his flesh tightly, and tried to control his facial muscles.
The knife fell with a sudden movement.
Even though he had drunk the Ma Fei San, the excruciating pain still made him tremble all over. Shangguan Wan'er sighed softly and put a talisman on him to immobilize him.
The scene that followed was extremely cruel.
She first cut Zhang Zongchang's handsome face beyond recognition, and then filled it with the flesh and blood of those beautiful boys one by one.
In the end, Zhang Zongchang's face was like a broken piece of porcelain, with blood oozing everywhere, which was very terrifying in the moonlight night.
Shangguan Wan'er sprinkled the black liquid in the basin on Zhang Zongchang's face, then made hand seals and muttered something.
Then, a magical scene appeared.
The black liquid on Zhang Zongchang's face began to wriggle and drilled into his skin like worms, and his wounds quickly healed and finally disappeared.
Shangguan Wan'er opened a scroll, on which was the picture of Li Daoxuan of that year.
She compared them and finally nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, you are now 97% like a national teacher."
"Just a few more times and it should be perfect!"
Zhang Zongchang's heart trembled, and he said, "Ninety-seven percent, that's enough."
He really didn't want to experience it again.
Shangguan Wan'er said coldly, "Not enough, even if it's 99% it's not enough. The Prince of Chen is such a person, he has a keen eye and knows the Imperial Master very well. If you don't have 100% accuracy, don't even think about deceiving her."
After a pause, she warned: "For the Queen's great plan, there must not be the slightest mistake!"
Zhang Zongchang was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."
Shangguan Wan'er nodded and said, "Go ahead. The Queen has been waiting for you for a long time. Although you don't have Feng Xiaobao's capital, the Queen likes this face."
She reached out and stroked Zhang Zongchang's handsome and ethereal face, with a hint of obsession in her eyes.
This is indeed a face that is hard for women to refuse. Even the queen of pop can't forget this face.
Zhang Zongchang's breathing became more and more rapid.
He was not fascinated by Shangguan Wan'er. In fact, although this woman was beautiful, he was afraid of her like the snakes and scorpions. What made him breathe rapidly was the burning pain on his face.
Drops of black liquid were forced out, Zhang Zongchang screamed, covered his face and rolled on the ground, looking very embarrassed.
"How is that possible?"
Shangguan Wan'er's pupils trembled and she said in disbelief.
It takes the combined efforts of thousands of people to make up the appearance of one.
This magical power called Painted Skin came from Ming Ge Ling's "Book of Humanity". She had never made a mistake since she learned it by herself. Why did an accident happen this time?
Shangguan Wan'er, who was always smart, couldn't think of the answer this time until a voice sounded.
"Flesh and blood can be put together, but how can wood be put together?"
"Who is it?"
Shangguan Wan'er turned around and was shocked.
I saw a figure in white appear in the room at some point. He was leaning lazily against the window, drinking wine from a gourd. He had a chic and elegant temperament, and was indescribably suave.
Then, Shangguan Wan'er saw that those handsome young men who had already died had turned into wood one after another.
Zhang Zongchang, who was lying on the ground, also had pieces of wood hitting his face, and blood was dripping all over his face.
Oh no, I’m trapped in an illusion!
Shangguan Wan'er reacted very quickly. She immediately took out many talismans and used them at will.
"This man knows the secret of the Queen Mother. He must not be allowed to stay. Kill him!"
Following her order, the palace maid with the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist had murderous intent in her eyes, and she waved her sleeves, and sixteen flying knives flew out in succession!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flying knife seemed to have a spirit, twisting and turning as it pleased, and coated with deadly poison, it stabbed towards Li Daoxuan like a dragnet.
Faced with this terrifying flying knife power, Li Daoxuan didn't even look at it. He seemed to have drunk too much and couldn't help burping.
The sound was like thunder, and the smell of alcohol rushed straight into the sky, like a force 13 gale, blowing the entire Control Crane Prison rumbling and making the bricks and tiles jingle.
Sixteen flying knives were blown back by the strong wind and pierced into the palace maid's body, nailing her directly to the wall like a hedgehog.
The blood that flowed out was actually pitch black, which showed how poisonous the flying knife was.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed, "You will suffer for the consequences if you bring trouble upon yourself."
He raised his eyes and looked at Shangguan Wan'er who had already fled into the night sky. He shook his head and smiled, saying lightly: "Come back."
The sound was not loud, but it had an inexplicable power, as if it was in harmony with the Tao, stirring up the earth, water, wind and fire.
After achieving the realm of Earthly Immortal, Li Daoxuan also made great progress in the great magical power of mediating the creation of nature. He was no longer limited to painting, and had already developed a sense of being able to make his words come true.
Then, Shangguan Wan'er, who was about to escape, seemed to have become a puppet, flying back in the night sky with a sad face.
She tried her best to resist, but was horrified to find that her body was completely out of control and she flew obediently to the side of the man in white, like a sheep returning to a tiger.
At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er, the most favored female official beside the empress, who was known as the female prime minister in history, was sweating profusely on her pretty face and was filled with despair in her heart.
This person's cultivation is simply unfathomable!
The palace maid beside her was a leader among the Plum Blossom Inner Guards. She had practiced the magical power of the Moon-Cutting Flying Knife and was specially sent by the Queen Mother to protect her. Her hands were stained with the blood of several Yin God Realm masters.
However, in front of this person, she didn't even have a face-to-face encounter... no, to say they had a face-to-face encounter was an overstatement to her. The other party just burped and broke the Moon-Chopping Flying Knife. He casually said "come back" and she had already escaped hundreds of feet and came back obediently.
Even though she had seen a lot from the Queen of Heaven, she had never heard of such cultivation and such magical powers.
Even Ming Chongyan, the Grand Councilor, doesn't have such ability!
"Senior, you are a deity descended from heaven, why do you have to argue with a little palace maid like me?"
She said pitifully.
"You are not an ordinary maid."
Li Daoxuan took the dagger from her hand, moved it across her face, and said calmly, "Shangguan Wan'er, do you like cutting other people's faces?"
Shangguan Wan'er said anxiously: "Senior, I have been a slave in the palace since I was young. Everything I do is just following orders. Otherwise , I would be the one to die. I have no choice..."
Li Daoxuan looked into her pleading eyes and said calmly: "If you want to live, do one thing for me."
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Purple Palace.
Wu Zetian dealt with the memorial and frowned slightly.
Why hasn’t Zhang Zongchang come yet?
Just then, Shangguan Wan'er walked in, her face pale, holding a long wooden box in her hands, and she was walking on thin ice.
"Wan'er, why are you so disrespectful?"
Wu Zetian was a little surprised. Shangguan Wan'er was someone she had personally trained. She had always been smart and calm, and had never lost her composure like this.
Shangguan Wan'er didn't say anything, but opened the wooden box tremblingly.
When she saw clearly what was in the box, Wu Zetian's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning.
It was something that had once brought her countless joys and made her infatuated, but now it was lying in the box covered in blood.
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Control Crane Supervisor.
Feng Xiaobao's crotch was bleeding profusely and he had fainted.
The treasure that he was so proud of became a thing of the past forever.
