Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 280 The Evil of Dragon Veins
Zhuangyuan Mansion
Intense ideas floated inside the two tubs. Driven by Zhang Jian's mana, these two tubs emerged with wisps of small fires, smelting countless elixir and gradually refining their properties.

After doing all this, Zhang Jian looked at Qi Yuhua and smiled.

"Lady, I will give these two tubs to you and Chang'an, these are the elixir for foundation building, the properties of the medicine are melted by my husband's magic power, and can be absorbed by you and the fourth child!

Although you can't cultivate, bathing in the elixir can also exercise your muscles and bones, making your muscles and bones healthy and your body lighter! "

Qi Yuhua, with a big belly, took Zhang Changan's little hand and persuaded him. "Husband, I don't practice cultivation, but there is no need to waste this precious elixir!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jian said with a smile.

"It's okay, we don't lack this kind of foundation-building elixir, which is also good for your martial arts!"

There was a hint of relief in his eyes.

The road to cultivating immortals is full of hardships and countless calamities, and if you are not careful, you will die.

Even though Zhang Yi and Zhang Zhao embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, Zhang Jian was somewhat worried.

But he also knows that this is their own choice, just like the young eagles will always leave the nest, maybe fall from the cliff and be smashed to pieces, but they have to give it a try.

But Qi Yuhua's age doesn't need to go through these things. He doesn't have high demands on Qi Yuhua, and he doesn't ask her to be able to support Zhang's family and face countless risks, as long as she can be safe.

When one day he attains Taoism and immortality, he will be lifted out of his house and ascended, and he will also be able to obtain the body of eternal life.

Zhang Jian signaled Qi Yuhua and Zhang Changan to go in.

Then he entered another room. In the room, Zhang Zhaozheng looked at the wooden barrel curiously. He was much more rude to Zhang Jian and slipped him in directly.

As Zhang Jian urged the surrounding auxiliary formations.

Within the two rooms, at this moment, ideas were flowing, and the invisible vortex of ideas melted into the room like spring rain.

……

While Zhang Jian was cleaning the bones of Zhang Zhao's mother and son, there was turmoil inside and outside the imperial city, and many palace officials were in a hurry.

Many imperial guards with serious faces blocked all the palace gates on the left and right sides of the imperial city.

Only in and not out.

Ziwei Hall, Emperor Jingwu's bedroom, Taoist Dongjue hurried over after receiving the news.

She got the news from the doormen next to Empress Dowager Li that at noon, Emperor Jing Wu was reviewing the memorial in Jingtai Hall but suddenly passed out!

The key is that after the coma passed, Queen Mother Li did not let the Imperial Hospital intervene, but invited Taoist Jingming, the national teacher of Dongshen Temple.

This made Taoist Dongjue feel extremely unusual.

If it's an ordinary ailment, it's enough for the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital to take action, so why invite Taoist Jingming.

But Taoist Dongjue still couldn't believe it.

Emperor Jing Wu has just arrived in his thirties, and it is the time when he is shrewd and capable, how could he suddenly faint at this time.

A moment later, Taoist Dongjue saw Taoist Jingming stepping out of the hall.

He frowned tightly at this moment.

Taoist Dongjue couldn't help but sink when he saw this, and asked.

"Nephew, how is Your Majesty?"

Taoist Jingming raised his head and fell silent.

Taoist Dongjue was taken aback, feeling something bad in his heart.

She walked straight into the Ziwei Hall quickly, but saw that in the Ziwei Hall, Empress Dowager Li and Empress Qi were standing beside Emperor Jingwu.

On the dragon couch, Emperor Jing Wu was slightly sideways, with a snow-white silk on his back, which was stained with dark red blood.

Around him, the magnificent black dragon of national destiny seemed to be floating and floating, but it was quieter than before.

Taoist Dongjue noticed a slight bulge on the back of Emperor Jingwu, and the bulge made him groan in pain, and he couldn't help arching his body, unable to straighten his back.

Taoist Dongjue also ignored Empress Dowager Li and Empress Qi's eyes, raised his hand to lift off the white silk, but his face changed in an instant, only to see a malignant sore attached to his back.

There is also some extraordinary meaning in it.

"Evil force, evil spirit!"

Taoist Dongjue just glanced at him, and his face turned cold.

It's not like she hasn't seen this kind of pustules before. In the long years, she has seen people with deep evil forces, who were deeply punished by luck and condemned by heaven, and their whole bodies would be covered with pustules.

So are sores.

But Emperor Jingwu is the Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, and he has the dragon luck of the country on his body, how could he grow such a thing?

"Could it be that there is a problem with the dragon's veins, which will harm the emperor!"

This thought flashed through Taoist Dongjue's mind, but he saw Empress Qi walking in front of Taoist Dongjue and bowed deeply.

"Aunt Zu, please help your majesty, your majesty is wise and mighty, and he is my pilgrim king, so you shouldn't have to suffer like this!"

Seeing this, Taoist Dongjue patted Qi's hand and said in relief.

"Qi Shi, you don't have to worry, Your Majesty's spirit is still intact, we will find a way!"

Taoist Dongjue's face was indifferent, and after a few words of comfort to the Qi family, he walked out of the Ziwei hall slowly.

Taoist Jingming was standing outside the Ziwei Hall at this time, and saw Taoist Dongjue asking for help.

"Auntie, you don't need to ask me. You should have noticed the illness of His Majesty. This is the evil of the dragon's veins, and it should be related to the treasure that is being bred in the dragon's veins..."

Taoist Jingming kept his mouth shut when it came to the treasure.

He had only heard about that treasure from the Patriarch of the Cave God, so he didn't know what it was.

Taoist Dongyu couldn't help but said: "Now that senior brother is not in the temple, is this a little troublesome?"

Faced with such abscesses and malignant sores, if you want to cure them, you must first start from the root of the disease, and first try to solve the evil results in the dragon veins.

Otherwise, Emperor Jingwu may not be able to bear it soon if the backlash occurs.

Taoist Jingming nodded slightly, and his eyes scanned the imperial city under martial law.

It's about the backlash of the dragon's veins, but he just doesn't know how to solve the mystery in the dragon's veins.

The only one who knows the details of the dragon's veins is Yin Xie Zhenren Chaomu.

But Taoist Jingming also knows that there is Tiangang Daoist in the dragon's veins, and he should also know the root cause, and he needs to help the other party in this matter.

……

"The imperial city is under martial law!"

At the entrance of the Imperial City Palace, Zhang Jian was blocked in front of the Yujing Gate, his eyes were a little surprised.

Many courtiers were also blocked at the door.

Among them are many important officials dressed in noble purple. Zhang Jian saw that most of the important officials of the nine courts had arrived, Wang Wan, Feng Chang He Zheng, Wen Daoyuan, the Minister of the Shaofu, Yu Qiongying, the imperial servant, and Zhuang Yingye, the imperial historian among the three princes. Already listed.

According to the news from the imperial guards, there are assassins in the imperial city. At this time, the gate of the palace is locked to arrest the assassins?
Standing in the crowd, Zhang Jian greeted his immediate superior, Shaofu Ling Wen Daoyuan, and then stood aside.

He looked at the middle sky, but found that Ziwei, the son of heaven's life star, was a little dim and covered with thick clouds.

"This is an ominous sign!"

Zhang Jian thought to himself, the sudden occurrence of such a thing completely disturbed his practice rhythm.

He is not the only one who can see such strange omens, those who harbor evil intentions may not miss the opportunity in the future.

(End of this chapter)