Chapter 700: Ten Thousand Ghosts Walk at Night, Red Clothes Destroy the Country
Is Chen Ziyu really here?
How dare she?
At this moment, Zan Xiruo was sobered up by the drunkenness.
Crazy woman, what a crazy woman. As the emperor of the underworld, she actually disregarded the rules since ancient times, directly used her military force to suppress an entire country, and openly interfered in the affairs of the human world!
Acting so domineeringly, isn't she afraid of being punished by God?
Seeing that the army of ghost soldiers was about to attack, Zan Xiruo roared, "Chen Ziyu, do you really dare to destroy my country of Tubo?"
Chen Ziyu looked down at him and said calmly, "Why, don't you understand the language of the human world?"
Zan Xiruo laughed in anger and said, "Since ancient times, there has been a separation between Yin and Yang. As the Ghost Emperor, don't you even understand this rule? Aren't you afraid of the Heavenly Law?"
"Heavenly Law..."
Chen Ziyu looked at him as if he were a fool.
"If the sky is gone, are the laws of heaven still useful?"
Praise is all choking.
"I once ordered the underworld not to interfere in the affairs of the human world. It's not because of the ancient rules, but because I'm too lazy to care."
There was a hint of disdain in her voice. She really looked down upon the petty intrigues of the world. The so-called emperors and generals only lived for a few decades.
If you have that much free time, you might as well practice more in seclusion so that you can help your husband in the future.
It's a pity that some people just want to take advantage of the underworld, and in the end they want to use the rules of the underworld to restrain her. It's ridiculous.
My husband is right. The underworld is newly established. If we want to establish its prestige thoroughly, we need to use iron-blooded means to intimidate the villains in the world.
In this age where the strong prey on the weak and gods and Buddhas disappear, the words of the strong are the greatest rules.
Just as the reason why the Heavenly Law was able to be implemented throughout the three realms was not because it was deeply rooted in people's hearts, but because the people who formulated the Heavenly Law had the right to speak.
His words are as powerful as the law, and he can cover the sky with one hand.
She believed that after this battle, no one in the world would dare to attack the underworld.
With a wave of her jade hand, a hundred thousand ghost soldiers descended to the earth. The sky and earth were filled with the sounds of ghosts crying and gods howling. The city of Luoshui suddenly suffered a devastating disaster that had not been seen in a thousand years.
The Tibetan soldiers lined up to fight and formed a battle formation. They hoped that the impact of their military morale could kill the evil spirits, but unfortunately, there were too many evil spirits.
It was endless, like an endless tidal wave, one after another, without any feeling of pain, and without any fear of death. The roars they made could make people dizzy, and the more powerful ones would even attach themselves directly to the Tibetan soldiers, and then swing their swords at other Tibetan soldiers.
These ghost soldiers are all registered in the underworld and are bound to the souls of the underworld. Even if they die in battle, their souls will be resurrected in the Yellow Springs, but it will take some time.
In addition, they can all control the wind and have some magical skills, so their combat power is naturally far greater than that of ordinary soldiers.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the city of Lhasa fell.
Tubo's national strength is limited, and most of the soldiers were taken away by Qin Ling. At this moment, there are less than 30,000 soldiers left in the royal city. How can they resist the attack of 100,000 undead soldiers?
For a time, the Tubo army was defeated and retreated step by step.
The evil soldiers have already fought their way into the center of the royal city, blood is flowing like a river, and the evil spirit is rising to the sky.
Fortunately, Chen Ziyu had given orders in advance to kill only Tibetan soldiers and not to harm civilians. Moreover, even soldiers would not be killed once they dropped their weapons and surrendered.
At the suggestion of Li Daoxuan, she also specially set up many ghost supervisors. Once any ghost soldiers tried to harm the people because of their bloodthirsty nature, the supervisors would immediately tear them to pieces as a warning to others.
"It's over, it's all over!"
Zan Xiruo's face turned pale as he looked at the horrific scene of thousands of ghosts roaming at night. His legs trembled and he looked desperate.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly looked behind him and begged, "My fellow immortals, please save me—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
Because the room, which was just bustling with guests and many extraordinary people who were proud of their abilities, is now empty, not a single one is left!
All fled...
The moment Chen Ziyu appeared, the expressions of these strange people changed drastically. They quietly used their magical powers and escaped secretly.
They also didn't expect that the Hades Emperor would be so domineering and completely disregard the ancient rules. He would send out 100,000 ghost soldiers at a time and wanted to destroy an entire country!
This kind of spirit... can't be provoked, absolutely can't be provoked.
At this moment, some people were even cursing Zan Xiruo, saying it was all because of this idiot, being so smart. Who told you to provoke the underworld for no reason?
I told you long ago that the woman is a ruthless person, but she just wouldn't listen.
However, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down. It is not so easy for these people to escape.
Chen Ziyu's eyes were as cold as the moon, and a flawless green light rippled between her fingers. The phoenix carved on them was lifelike, and the sound of the phoenix could be faintly heard.
Jade sky-escaping hairpin!
She flicked her fingers, and the jade hairpin was like a ray of green lightning, flying around and transforming into a divine bird, flapping its wings into the sky, overlooking the world with its eyes, observing everything clearly and understanding everything.
No matter whether it is flying in the sky, swimming in the water, or burrowing in the soil, nothing can hide from the eyes of the divine bird.
A phoenix cries and green light flashes like lightning.
First, dozens of cultivators fell from the clouds like rain, and then countless red lotuses floated in the water. Upon closer inspection, they were not red lotuses, but cultivators burned by karmic fire.
Those monks who performed the art of earth escape suffered the most, as they were directly squeezed into meat paste by the power of the earth veins.
"Witch, die!"
Only the old man in the Yang Shen realm did not run away. Instead, he used the art of invisibility to come to Chen Ziyu and launched an attack.
He knew clearly that escaping would only lead to death, so it would be better to take the initiative to attack. Even if he died, he would tear a piece of flesh from the enemy!
He burned all his blood and essence without hesitation, and his cultivation soared to the peak of Yang God. He formed seals with his hands, and dense black runes appeared on his body, looking extremely evil.
However, Chen Ziyu didn't even look at him, but just rode quietly on the white jade snow dragon horse.
A breeze blew by, blowing a strand of her hair away.
That crystal clear hair, with a faint luster under the moonlight, slid across the neck of the Yangshen monk as light as a feather.
He stood blankly in the air, his eyes gradually became unfocused, and the runes on his body quickly dimmed.
Plop!
His head fell with the wind, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror. If someone looked at it with the Dharma Eye, they would find that what was cut off by the hair was not only his head, but also his soul.
A strand of black hair kills the Yang God!
"Vulnerable."
Chen Ziyu was a little disappointed, as she had specially put on armor for this expedition.
She lowered her eyes and looked towards Luoshui City, trying to find the person named Ming Chongyan. Her husband seemed to care about this person very much, but unfortunately she didn't see him after looking all over the city.
Just then, a roar suddenly sounded.
It was a dragon of destiny. It was originally a python, but after swallowing the Great Tang Dragon, it grew dragon horns and was in the process of transforming into a divine dragon. Now it felt the national crisis of Tubo and made a final resistance.
It roared, and its huge body flew towards Chen Ziyu, its eyes as bright as the sun and the moon, staring intently at the red dress.
Obviously, only by defeating this man can there be hope of saving Tubo.
Chen Ziyu finally showed some interest. Her eyes were full of sparkles. She pulled the reins and the white jade snow dragon colt neighed. It stepped on the moonlight and carried her towards the dragon.
Under the full moon, this scene is extremely impactful.
He was dressed in red, riding a horse alone, and was as tiny as a speck of dust. However, the dragon in the clouds was a hundred feet long, with a head as big as a mountain, and even one of its scales was bigger than the man and the horse.
However, for some reason, the red dress as bright as fire, the power as that of a king, the fluttering black hair, and the cold eyes all give people a great sense of oppression.
However, there seemed to be a hint of fear in the eyes of the majestic dragon.
…
In Songzhou City, Li Daoxuan opened his heavenly eyes and patrolled the sky, scanning the entire state. Finally, he closed his heavenly eyes and frowned slightly.
There was no sign of Ming Chongyan.
This person seemed to have received some kind of warning. Before Xue Rengui returned to the world of the living, he disappeared without a trace and no one knew where he had gone.
When Li Daoxuan covered the sky with one hand, he deliberately exposed a flaw in order to lure the opponent to attack, but now it seems that he really ran away.
Where would this person go? The Tibetan royal city?
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a dragon's roar, and saw a lucky dragon flying towards the east, towards Chang'an.
It looked much more listless and its body had shrunk a little, but its eyes were extremely excited, as if it had survived a disaster and seen the light of day again.
Seeing this scene, Li Daoxuan smiled slightly.
He knew that Sister Yu had accomplished the mission, the Tubo capital had fallen, and even the dragon of fortune that represented the country's destiny had been slain by her.
The foreign python swallowed the Tianlong just like a greedy snake swallowing an elephant. Even though it successfully swallowed the Tang Tianlong with the help of the formation, it was still difficult to completely digest it for a while.
As Sister Yu slew the dragon and destroyed the country, Tubo's luck dissipated, and the remaining Tang Dynasty's luck naturally broke out and was reborn.
Although its size has been reduced a lot, if the emperor works hard to govern the country and create a prosperous era again in the future, its luck will gradually grow stronger.
The Tianlong also saw Li Daoxuan. It let out an intimate dragon roar and flew around him continuously, very obediently. It opened its mouth and dropped a piece of paper and half of a ring-shaped jade pendant.
The handwriting on it is Sister Yu's.
"There is no Ming Chongyan in Tubo."
"But Zan Xiruo's spirit said that this was the jade pendant that Ming Chongyan had worn. After the two of them made an alliance, Ming Chongyan gave him this half of the jade pendant as a token of trust."
It is obvious that Ming Chongyan is very thoughtful. This is to prevent someone from using the art of transformation to pretend to be him or Zan Xiruo. Only when the two jade pendants match can their identities be confirmed.
But this also revealed a tiny flaw.
Li Daoxuan revealed a smile and secretly praised in his heart, "My wife is so amazing!"
He put away the note and the jade pendant, patted its head, and then the Tianlong flew a few circles reluctantly, and finally headed east.
It must return to its position as soon as possible, sit in the imperial capital, and protect the country.
If the fortune is stable, there will be good weather, good harvests, and people will live in peace and happiness.
Li Daoxuan sat in the clouds and whistled towards the distance. The sound was sharp, with a unique frequency. It was condensed and did not dissipate, and was heard from far away.
About half an hour later, the clouds in the distance suddenly rolled up, and a bolt of black lightning struck, shattering the sea of clouds with the force of a hurricane, incredibly fast.
boom!
The black shadow suddenly slammed into Li Daoxuan's arms, his voice hoarse, tears streaming down his face.
“Woof woof!”
"Master, it's been forty-two years. Forty-two years. I thought you had forgotten Xiaotian..."
"Forty-two years. Do you know how I have spent these forty-two years?"
Its voice sounded very aggrieved, and it covered its chest with its paws, looking extremely heartbroken.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to make some calculations.
"In that case, I will calculate how you lived."
Xiaotian’s sad expression suddenly froze and his eyes rolled around.
At this moment, it remembered many beautiful names, such as Little Red, Little Yellow, Little Blue, Little Green, Little Purple, Little Blackie...
Later, because there were so many female dogs in the harem, it simply called them by their numbers.
How can I be so happy?
It coughed, then quickly put on a flattering look and said with a smile: "Master, you just came out of seclusion, your legs must be sore from sitting for so long, how about Xiaotian give you a leg massage?"
It clenched its little paws and pounded Li Daoxuan's legs rhythmically, while its tail wagged rapidly.
Li Daoxuan laughed loudly, patted its head, and without further ado, took out the half of the ring-shaped jade pendant and said, "There should be two auras on it, one of which is that of a mortal, and the other is that of a cultivator."
"Help me find that monk."
Xiaotian stood up on his legs, patted his chest and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. If you can't find it, you can do whatever you want with it!"
Li Daoxuan looked at its smug expression, smiled faintly, and said something lightly.
"Well, if I can't find you, I'll castrate you."
Xiaotian felt as if struck by lightning, his tail stood up and he felt terrified.
What's the meaning of life without that thing?
Search, search desperately!
As long as you can't find death, then look for death!
…
Luoyang, at the foot of the White Horse Temple mountain, beside the Unnamed River, in front of two tombs.
A handsome monk sat cross-legged in front of the grave. The wooden tombstone had become rotten and blurred over the years, but he could accurately recognize the words on it.
The tomb of Master Sanle.
The tomb of my wife Xiaotang.
This was carved by him personally back then. Now, decades have passed, and the surroundings remain the same, but the tomb has become more dilapidated, with withered grass.
After Xuanzang retrieved the scriptures, he did not come here to see them, because he knew that what his master really cared about was whether the Mahayana Buddhism could be spread as soon as possible to save all living beings.
The best consolation for his master would be if he could finish translating the Mahayana Sutra as soon as possible.
Xuanzang was silent for a moment, and then took out a tattered, ancient scripture from his arms. It looked like it was moldy and even the words on the cover could not be seen clearly.
But he seemed extremely careful, even more cautious than when holding the Buddha's relics.
Looking at this sutra, Xuanzang's eyes were very complicated, with confusion, sadness, doubt, and even a hint of despair.
It's like faith collapsed.
"Master, I no longer know what is right..."
“Buddha… is it really necessary for it to exist?”
"Master, can you tell me what I should do?"
Xuanzang, the world-famous monk who had returned from the West with Buddhist scriptures, now looked as helpless as a child, with tears in his eyes.
Just then, a voice sounded faintly.
"Saint monk, your master is dead, but I can tell you the answer."
Every word he spoke was shocking.
"Tao is a thief, Buddha is a devil!"
"Neither God nor Buddha should exist between heaven and earth!"
The moonlight illuminated his figure.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a feather fan, and a star crown on his head. He had an elegant face, a handsome temperament, and a graceful demeanor. Only his eyes were not illuminated by the moonlight and remained hidden in the darkness.
The leader of the Plum Blossom Inner Guards and the owner of the three books of Heaven, Earth and Man - Ming Chongyan!
