Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 375 The Hidden View of the True Monarch
"Boss, do you remember wrongly?"

The fat Taoist sat cross-legged under a tree in the official corridor, and the little Taoist meditated like a model, but he couldn't calm down no matter what, squinting his eyes and looking around.

Standing by the side of the road with her hands behind her back, Chen Yuan frowned slightly and looked at the foothills in the north. He also felt strange. He could faintly feel the Zhenjun Temple, but it seemed to be blocked by something, and it was difficult to determine its position vaguely.

After the coincidence of time and space, first the people were staggered for 20 years, and then the gods did not appear, and the temple was uncertain, and there was a strange feeling everywhere.

Could it be that the Kunlun Divine Mirror did not operate well?

The wind blows slowly, and the official road leading to the south gate of Luoyang is greeted by pedestrians and vendors. From time to time, travelers with companions enter the tea shed to rest their feet and quench their thirst. They glanced at the Taoist meditating under the tree outside, and the teacher, and surrounded them. At the table, they talked about recent anecdotes from various places.

"It's still quiet here."

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"I just fled back from the south, pulled a truckload of goods, and turned back halfway. The loss is not small."

"But there was a war?"

"Isn't that right? A group of troops from the Southern Dynasty came and killed them all the way. They even conquered seven cities and eight villages. Several waves of our Wei army couldn't resist it."

"so smart?!"

"Hey, it's not only powerful, the general of the Southern Dynasty who led the army was a fierce general who charged into the battle, with a white horse and a white robe, holding a long sword in his hand, he must advance in every battle, and there is no single enemy."

"Oh, I'm afraid this is a god-man."

Chattering and exclaiming came and went in the tea shed.

Chen Yuan withdrew her gaze from a distance, looked back at the tea shed, and sat back beside the fat Taoist with a smile. It seemed that Chen Qingzhi was sure to be invincible with the sword, and he was planning to fight all the way to Luoyang.

I just don't know if those ascetics who plotted against him before will come out, but on the battlefield, as long as they are not of Chen Yuan's level, or can cast beans into soldiers, it is basically difficult to influence a battle.

The fat Taoist on the side opened his eyes slightly, "Boss, that general surnamed Chen seems to be in serious trouble. He has fought all the way here, and his name will go down in history in the future. He must be a famous general if he is not a fierce general."

"I'm afraid that the prestige is too high, and it will be abandoned in the future."

For this famous general in later generations, Chen Yuan had some understanding. The Northern Expedition to Wei State was his most brilliant and final battle. Too much brilliance is sometimes not a good thing.

Perhaps it was because Emperor Liang was worried about this aspect that he hid him in the snow.

"Let's not talk about him now, master, what about your temple? We've been here for half a day." The fat Taoist made a fuss, rolled up his sleeves and moved his butt, "Could it be that someone discovered Zhenjun? Look, doing bad things on purpose?"

"Not really."

Chen Yuan has no clue, the ones who know the view of the true monarch are Qing Xu and other cultivators who just came here and there all these years ago, scattered across the land of Kyushu, and it is not easy to meet them, let alone ask them how thing.

"Go around the nearby mountains and forests."

After resting for a while, Chen Yuan decided to walk around with herbal tea and a few pancakes in the tea shed, followed by Xiaodaotong, who was gnawing half a pancake.

There are many green trees in the mountains and forests, and the dead branches on the cliffs are covered with vines, stepping on fallen leaves and moss through the forests, and the singing of birds rings overhead from time to time.

"It's really strange."

Standing on a huge rock, Chen Yuan pinched her fingers and frowned even more. She clearly felt the aura radiating from the Temple of the True Monarch, but she couldn't track where it was.

Is it true that Lao Sun said that someone deliberately played tricks?Don't let me get the things in the temple?

He frowned and looked at the sky outside the forest gap. White clouds were floating in the sky, and the sun was far away at the foot of a big mountain dozens of miles away to the southeast. Huang walked forward, and after a while, he saw a Zhuangzi, surrounded by smoke, and heard voices faintly, and couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

"who?"

"It's Brother Tong!"

"Go and inform the Sovereign!"

The old man's vision was blurred, and he saw one person running away, and the other came quickly, helped him up, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Tong, why are you here? Such a serious injury...Who injured you? "

The man checked the old man's whole body, the fabric on his arm was torn, revealing deep bone wounds, but to a practitioner, these were nothing more than superficial wounds, what really horrified him was the sword energy and spiritual energy that spread from the wound. Back and forth in the body, causing more serious internal injuries.

"Take... take me... to see the Sovereign."

The old man surnamed Tong fled for hundreds of miles, his injuries worsened, and he was almost speechless, but he was helped by the person who came and quickly entered the Zhuangzi in the mist.

Once inside, the world is completely new. The black lacquered towering three-door door, golden copper nails, enter from the side door, and the wide square is paved with white rocks of uniform shape. In the middle, there is a bronze tripod with a height of one foot, standing on all fours. , Carved countless inscriptions.

Surrounded by many disciples wearing uniform costumes practicing martial arts, or casting mana, flames spewed out of their mouths, attracting applause from others.

Right in front was the long white rock steps. The man helped the old man to jump up to the bottom of the hexagonal cylindrical pavilion. There were already waiting disciples who helped the old man go in.

In the hall, separated by a curtain, a figure in a black robe opened his mouth on the first seat.

"Bronze Lion, what's the matter with you?"

"Sovereign... Things have changed... Originally, Yuan Hao was about to be killed, but I didn't expect... There are also cultivators... Helping them... broke my lion formation."

Behind the curtain, the voice came again: "What about your injury?"

The old man was weak, tried his best to suppress the pain caused by the injury, drooped his eyelids, and recalled what happened that day.

"Injured by the sword energy... that person threw stones first, and then the sword energy struck... the distance is tens of feet away... the suzerain... I'm going to die soon... can you give me the elixir in the mansion? grain……"

"If you do things for me, naturally you can't treat you badly. I will send someone to investigate who that person is. At such a critical point, you can't make mistakes. The thing in the mountain can only be obtained with the help of dragon energy."

After saying that, let the disciples outside help the old man into the curtain.

"You guys wait outside."

After sending away the two disciples, the figure fumbled into his sleeves, stopped his hand suddenly, lowered his head under the astonished gaze of the old man, and said softly in words that only the two of them could hear.

"Bronze Lion... your injury is actually beyond healing, so don't waste the pill, I will let you pass without pain."

"Zong..."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, the figure in front of him suddenly raised his hand and touched the old man's neck with his fingertips. When his eyes were bloodshot, he choked up and shouted out loudly.

"Bronze Lion!"

The disciples waiting outside hurried in, and saw the suzerain squatting next to the old man calling his name loudly, but what the two of them couldn't see was that the old man inside the curtain widened his eyes, staring at the most familiar person in front of him, slowly Slowly cut off the sound.

(End of this chapter)