Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 330 Longmen Fairy Association, Mo Luo is in Chang'an! (Add 912 for the elders to cultivate true fate)

After Empress Tsing Yi left, Li Daoxuan began to see a huge change.

I saw that the surrounding vegetation began to turn yellow and wither quickly, and then sprouted again, becoming vibrant again.

Prosperity and withering, life and death, are in constant rotation, and life is endless.

Li Daoxuan finally understood the meaning of the words of Empress Tsing Yi, what kind of beauty and bones are fleeting, and those who practice Taoism have to see through the skin, dare to see through like this?

He also said that he was not angry, but I saw that he was obviously angry.

He couldn't speak at the moment, so he simply sat down cross-legged, trying to see if he could break the spell of the empress.

But after trying for a long time, I found nothing.

At this time, a pretty female disciple came forward. She saw the senior brother sitting alone on the top of the cliff, so she mustered up the courage to go up to say hello.

Li Daoxuan opened his eyes and saw that her bright face was rapidly rotting away, turning into a skeleton in just a few breaths, then giving birth to maggots, and finally slowly returning to the original, just like this.

Li Daoxuan quickly closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

Empress, you are cruel!

Don't let my morals surpass yours, otherwise...

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Seven days later.

Jade Emperor upstairs.

Li Daoxuan sat cross-legged, his mouth had recovered, and his whole demeanor became more serene, like an old Taoist with a pure heart and asceticism, his heart was as calm as a mirror.

It took seven whole days before the abnormality of his eyes finally recovered slowly.

In the past seven days, he saw that everyone was a skeleton with maggots, and no matter how beautiful a woman was, he couldn't arouse his interest. In order to prevent some problems with himself, Li Daoxuan simply hid in the Jade Emperor Building for retreat. practice.

But it's not all bad things. After this baptism, Li Daoxuan faintly felt that his state of mind had improved a little, especially he had a deeper understanding of the way of life and death, prosperity and decline.

Just as he was concentrating on cultivation, a voice rang in his ears, it was the old heavenly master who was transmitting the sound.

"Daoxuan, come to the back mountain."

Li Daoxuan immediately opened his eyes, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and left in the sky. After a few breaths, he came to the back mountain and saw the old heavenly master.

He pressed the head of the cloud and landed on the ground. He was surprised to find that the old Tianshi was actually standing in front of the tombstone of Elder Zhenlian.

Zhenlian's tomb was built very crudely, and was buried in the back mountain. Although it was still within the range of Longhu Mountain, its geomantic omen was average, like a barren hill and an isolated tomb, very desolate.

It's hard to believe that a sun god is buried here.

The old heavenly master touched the tombstone and said: "Daoxuan, some people in Longhu Mountain said that I was too mean to Zhenlian, and would not let him enter the ancestral grave, what do you think?"

Li Daoxuan thought for a while, and said with a smile: "This is what my master said, but I think, Master, you did the right thing, you did a good job!"

The old heavenly master paused for a moment, looked back at him, and joked: "You boy, tell me the reason, if it's just flattery and flattery, be careful and I will make you unable to speak for seven days."

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, staring at Zhenlian's grave, with deep eyes, said: "Master doesn't know the details, if he knew, he would be the first to dig the grave, not to mention the ancestral grave, there is no one buried in Longhu Mountain place!"

The old master focused his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Let's listen to it."

Li Daoxuan nodded and said: "Actually, I also guessed it. In your dream before, you mentioned that everything is fake, only the teacher and grandma are real, right?"

"good."

There was a gleam in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and he said: "At that time, I wondered why the teacher-grandmother in the dream was real, and why did Mo Luo have the real spirit of the teacher-grandmother?"

The old master remained calm and said, "Perhaps Mo Luo had planned me decades ago. He was the one who planned the disaster in Fumo Temple back then."

Li Daoxuan shook his head, and said: "No, Ghost King Xudu once said in a hurry that Mo Luo only started planning to deal with you 16 years ago. I don't think he was lying."

After a pause, Li Daoxuan sneered and said: "There is only one explanation, that is, the accident in Fumo Temple decades ago was arranged by Elder Zhenlian, who originally wanted to kill your two sons , so as to cut off the bloodline of the direct line, but because the master and grandma tried their best to protect each other, they finally failed."

"However, Elder Zhenlian took the opportunity to take away the true spirit of Grandmother, and wanted to keep it to blackmail you. Later, he fell into a demon and joined the Mara Sect, and handed Grandmother's true spirit to Moro, and only then did you have the soul in your dream. encounter."

Although these are just his conjectures, this is the only way to explain clearly why a soul that should have dissipated more than 40 years ago suddenly appeared in the dream of the old celestial master.

Moreover, Li Daoxuan also asked his master to find out that when his grandmother died, Zhenlian was at Longhu Mountain, and he was also the first person to rush to the rescue.

Only he has both motivation and opportunity.

Li Daoxuan looked at Elder Zhenlian's tomb with disgust.

It is said that traitors seem loyal and fakes seem true, but this real lotus is really sanctimonious, dressed like a beast!
The old Tianshi sighed, and said: "Thinking carefully, seeing things clearly, yes, you guessed it right, so I can rest assured that you will go to Chang'an."

Li Daoxuan was taken aback, except for his wife, he hadn't told anyone about his idea of ​​going to Chang'an, so how did his master know?

The old heavenly master took out an imperial decree and handed it to him: "This is the emperor's secret decree. At this moment, a similar imperial decree may have spread to all Taoists in the world."

Li Daoxuan took a look and frowned slightly.

"The emperor is going to hold the Longmen Immortal Meeting in Chang'an, and he ordered all the Daoist sects to send true disciples to attend. Our Dragon and Tiger Mountain, have you appointed me?"

The old celestial master looked deeply, and said: "It is said that Chang'an City has not had a drop of rain for three months. There are rumors among the people that the severe drought in Chang'an was caused by the emperor killing brothers and brothers at Xuanwu Gate. !"

Li Daoxuan was surprised and said: "It seems that the so-called Longmen fairy meeting is just a meeting for praying for rain."

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "At this moment, whoever can ask for a heavy rain to extinguish the rumors will be favored by the emperor of today, and the sect can quickly become stronger. Be itchy."

The old heavenly master shook his head and smiled: "There are also capable people and strangers in the imperial court, and there are many people who can call wind and rain, but they are all helpless, which shows that this matter is not simple."

"Master, if this is the case, then I will go to Chang'an."

The old celestial master nodded, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said: "Besides participating in the Longmen fairy meeting, you still need to investigate something."

"what's up?"

The old master touched Zhenlian's tombstone and said: "Before she died, Zhenlian said a word to me through voice transmission."

"He said Moro is in Chang'an."

Li Daoxuan's spirit was shaken. This sentence was very meaningful. It could be understood that Mo Luo himself was in Chang'an, and it could also be understood that Mo Luo's religion was in Chang'an.

The old heavenly master handed him a blank purple talisman.

"In order not to scare the snake, I can't easily step into Chang'an. If you find out the old lair of the Moro Sect in Chang'an, write the news on this talisman. After burning it, I will know it myself. By then..."

The old heavenly master's voice was full of cold killing intent.

"My old bone, I haven't killed Yangshen for a long time."

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