I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 134

It is said that Mount Emei in Sichuan is a famous resort in Sichuan.

People in the past said that there are many strange mountains and rivers in Western Shu, but Emei is especially superior. This sentence is really true.

Since Yan Han re-emerged and the catastrophe appeared, most of the practitioners in Kyushu hid in the deep mountains and old forests.

Close the cave door tightly, and quietly recite the three or two volumes of Huang Ting to save the world of mortals.

Mount Emei was occupied by Xisanzi and became the ancestral home of his lineage.

Many temples and temples have been erected on the Qianshan Mountain in recent years, and Xisanzi is a real god who has attained the Tao. His disciples occasionally give out talisman water, see diseases and heal people, making his incense the most prosperous place in Sichuan.

Every year, devout men and women who go to the mountains come from thousands of miles away. In addition to the high mountains and beautiful waters, the mountains and the mountains, and the majestic scenery, there are quite a few people who specialize in sightseeing in the mountains.

The scenery of the back mountain is particularly strange, from the deep mountains and swamps, there are many dragons and snakes, deep forests and valleys, most of which are the habitats of tigers, leopards and wolves.

People who travel to the back of the mountain often never return, and ordinary people speculate wildly, some say they were eaten by tigers, wolves, monsters, and some say they were saved by immortals and Buddhas.

After all, people are made of flesh and blood, and eighty-nine out of ten people are weak-willed. Because of the lessons learned from the past, those who swim in the back mountain will gradually stagnate, which is cheaper for those high-ranking and strange scholars who are resting in the back mountain. A lot of dust and dust, enjoying the happiness of the scenic spot of Naling Mountain alone.

Although Liu Bei unified Kyushu, he was assisted by Emperor Wanshou, and his cultivation was already extraordinary.But after all, he is limited by the luck of heaven, and it is difficult to truly detach himself.

If he continues like this, he will die when he is 63 years old.

Xi Sanzi has already figured out the cause and effect, so he is not in a hurry.

Just waiting for that day to come.

Everything is back on track.

Emei, on Lingcui Peak.

The middle-aged Taoist looks like he is fishing by the deep pool, with a purple bamboo fishing rod without hook and bait, with his eyes slightly closed, he is leisurely and content.

Suddenly, a green leaf floated in front of him.

Xi Sanzi slowly opened his eyes, staring at Ye Zhong's erratic veins, and occasionally raised his hand to pinch his fingers to calculate the secrets. At first, they were mostly in the frame.

The Taoist also had a relaxed demeanor, several times when Ye Zhong's veins turned bright and dark, even if the Taoist Xiu Yin frowned, he never lost his face in shock.

Until the leaves are instantly withered and yellow, and cut off along a vein.

Xi Sanzi was speechless in a daze, his face pale as he watched the two leaves falling on the surface of the deep green pool.

He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the imperial capital. A trace of anger appeared on his face that had not been angry for many years: "Zuo Ci is so useless!"

A red rainbow smashed into the deep pool.

Xi Sanzi resolutely discarded the fishing rod, climbed the mountain and plundered.

The fishing rod knocked out most of the water in the bottomless pool, as if a huge green lotus had bloomed in Lingcui Peak.

When the green lotus calmed down, the violently shaking water surface reflected a looming picture.

That is the majestic and majestic capital of Emperor Yanhan.

Wujiao Taoist Zuo Ci stepped on the canopy of towering ancient trees, as if walking on flat ground, his body leaned forward sharply, his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

Dazheng rides the wind.

It's just that a cold murderous intent enveloped the back, and Zuo Ci, who knew something was wrong, pinched his hands with ten fingers and was about to use an escape method when the "devil" who was stealing the country and fortune behind him grabbed one of his legs.

Zuo Ci, character Yuan Fang, Lujiang native, self-named Mr. Wujiao, is proficient in the Five Classics, knows the art of the house, and also knows astrology. From the astrology, he predicted that the Han Dynasty will end, the fortune of the country will decline, and the world will be in chaos. Said: In this troubled world, it is more difficult for those with high official positions to protect themselves, and those with more money are more likely to die.Therefore, the glory and wealth of the world must not be coveted!

So he practiced Taoism intensively in Tianzhu Mountain, and obtained a "Jiu Dan Jin Ye Jing" and a "Dun Jia Tian Shu" in a cave.

Its people can drive ghosts and gods, and have ever-changing illusions.

Liu Bei caught the Taoist priest who was making fun of him by relying on Taoism, and said with a sneer, "Since you're here, don't leave."

As a result, Zuo Ci's body was swung high, and then thrown to the ground viciously.

The Taoist didn't have time to unload his strength, his back slammed into the ground and sank deeply.

Liu Bei was determined to beat the dog in the water, and he fell to the ground almost at the same time as Zuo Ci, with his five fingers like hooks, one hand firmly pressed down on the Taoist's head, and pressed down.

In the blink of an eye, Zuo Ci's head and back collided with the bluestone protruding from the side.

The bluestone shattered instantly.

Liu Bei raised his arm slightly, still grabbed the Taoist's head, and slammed it on the ground again.

Zuo Ci was like being nailed into the ground.

Liu Bei still refused to give up, he retracted his five fingers, and then gave it away again. This was repeated continuously, and the Taoist's head hit the ground again and again like a bell.

No less than a hundred dull and frightening bells sounded in the imperial capital.

Finally, Liu Bei let go of his palm.

Taoist Zuo Ci's skull and spine were shattered, and he couldn't utter a word from the beginning to the end, so he couldn't die anymore.

The imperial guards who hurried over, as well as the important ministers of the country, stared at the horrified scene in front of them speechlessly.

Liu Bei shook off the blood from his hands, and strode towards the uncompleted Wanshou Emperor Temple.

As the godfather of Yan Han, Zuo Ci relied on Taoism to come to the imperial capital to tease him, intending to destroy the Temple of the Longevity Emperor, so naturally he lit a lantern in the toilet—seeking death.

Lousang Village in Zhuo County is no longer what it used to be.

Standing under the thousand-year-old camphor tree, Liu Bei watched the pilgrims hold incense and worship in all directions, and finally put it into the huge incense burner, and the rich incense was lingering between the sky and the earth.

In the Emperor's Hall, the magnificent statue of the Longevity Emperor can be vaguely seen in the hall, which is tens of feet high.

"Emperor, the vicious pythons swallowing dragons in the northern grasslands has become a trend. Among them, Taoism, Buddhism, side gates, and demon gates have all participated..."

"Is it true that fate cannot be changed?"

"Follow the destiny, obey the destiny...the destiny of the dog's feet..."

"...The fate of man..."

"Man will conquer the sky!"

Zhao Zhe, who sees the nature clearly, is honest and kind without deceit.

The strong, unyielding, unswerving until death.

It is not inaccurate to cover Liu Bei's life with this coffin.

I read the Three Kingdoms when I was young, admired Cao Cao's scolding Fang Qiu, admired Kong Ming's wise crowned heroes, and marveled at Lu Bu's fresh clothes and angry horses.

Now I read Three Kingdoms again, but I only admire Uncle Liu Huang who walked silently on the long and frustrated road.

Without him, it is because his kindness in the face of frustration and ups and downs in life allows us to see the necessary pattern for those who achieve great things.

Liu Bei looked up at the sky, and slowly said four words full of grief: "I can't bear it!"

"In this world, how can God decide..."

"Heaven wants to destroy my Huaxia, then I... Liu Xuande... will take down the sky with my sword..."

I don't know when, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, etc. followed him to become Yan Han's important ministers, and knelt down on the ground: "I will follow to the death, and I will never regret it..."

(End of this chapter)