Great Dao Ji

Yan Xiake stood under the old tree, his slightly tattered gray robe fluttering in the wind.

He watched quietly. Outside the City God's Temple, there were always people wearing soapberry clothes and holding court decrees and imperial edicts walking around.

There are thousands of city gods in the world, but there is only one city god in the capital.

Although Yuanshen Zhenren is tyrannical, it is not easy to kill him, because the city god has great power and the people are in awe.

However, time can change everything.

It has been five generations since the Qing Dynasty was released in a century. The grandchildren of the people who had received the kindness of the City God, were grateful for the kindness of the City God, and were deeply in awe of him, their grandchildren have almost died of old age.

After a hundred years of blockade, the City God Temple has really declined.

Otherwise, how could the God of Heaven suppress the Capital City God in Kyoto?

"It's a pity that the emperor doesn't know that Tianyi Zhenren, the majestic Yuanshen, has been refining medicine for him for hundreds of years, just to suppress the capital city god."

Yan Xiake sighed deeply in his heart, lamenting the stupidity of people.

Along the way, he made overt and covert investigations, and the shocking things he saw made him have an extremely strong murderous intention towards the old emperor who had once chosen him as the number one scholar.

He knew in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for him to fight against the Tianyi Sect on his own.

Over the past few months, he has come up with two ways. One is to compete with the Tianyi Sect in the Tathagata Monastery and invite sects from all over the world to come forward to expose the malignancy of the Tianyi Sect.

But he is not a member of the Divine Will Sect, and the evidence in his hand is not enough to completely crucify the Divine Will Sect.

And the second is to kill the old emperor!

Once the old emperor dies, there will be at least a short-term chaos. The Capital God will no longer have any restrictions. Even if it is weakened for a hundred years, with its thousand-year prestige, it may not be possible to drive Tianyi Zhenren out of Qingdu City.

At least, it won't be worse than it is now.

It was hard for him to imagine how terrifying it would be for a real Yuanshen who, like a city god, needed the power of incense and wishes, but did not have the restraints and boundless powers of a city god without any fear.

But this is his guess, and the difficulty lies in how he can assassinate the king!

call!

After exhaling a long breath, Yan Xiake took out three sticks of incense from his arms. With a slight flicker, the incense heads were already lit.

"Yan Xiake of Qingyan Prefecture has lived for decades. He is a son worthy of his parents. He is worthy of his official position. He is worthy of his people. He walks around the world and is worthy of his people. Today, Yan wants to do great things!"

Yan Xiake faced the Chenghuang Temple, bowed slightly and said:

"Old City God, if you have a spirit, please help me!"

There was silence and no reaction.

Yan Xiake took a step forward, knelt on his knees, and bowed again: "Please help me, Old City God!"

"Please give me a helping hand, Old City God!"

After three prostrations.

Yan Xiake only felt the three sticks of incense in his hand trembling slightly, and the green smoke rising slightly, sinking into his mouth and nose.

He sensed it slightly and felt three sticks of incense flashing past his eyes.

"Thank you, Old City God!"

Yan Xiake took a deep breath and stood up.

In the distance, the few officers were already running towards me, drawing their swords and shouting: "Your Majesty strictly prohibits defeating the Temple of Obscenity, and those who disobey the order will be killed without mercy!"

The steps of these policemen were several feet long, and their steps were steady. At first glance, they looked like masters of all kinds.

But how could he catch up with Yan Xiake?

He turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Qingdu City is still bustling and lively, and the lightning and thunder that have flashed in the sky for several months have long been used to it.

Yan Xiake was walking among the crowd. He could see three sticks of burning incense when he closed his eyes slightly. They were the three sticks of incense lent to him by Qin Wuyi, the Qingdu City God.

‘With these three sticks of incense, you can enter the palace and face the old emperor directly’

Looking at these three sticks of incense, Yan Xiake felt enlightened.

But he did not light the incense directly, but walked slowly along the unusually wide avenue of Qingdu.

On the long street, you can hear the hawkers hawking, the shouts in the restaurants, and the noise among the crowds. On the avenue, people carrying knives and swords, people in ragged clothes, people with yellow faces and muscles, dressed in brocade There are many different generations.

Bang!

The little boy was running happily and accidentally bumped into Yan Xiake.

"Uncle, I didn't mean it."

The boy was shocked when he saw Yan Chixia's tall figure and ugly skin.

"Did you steal it from me?"

Yan Xiake glared, clasped the child's arm with his backhand, and snatched his purse from his hand.

"Ouch, you hit someone, you're bullying a kid!"

The child screamed in pain.

Pedestrians around were not stupid. They saw that Yanxia's guests were tall and tall, and they were holding their wallets. They didn't know what was going on.

Even if he wasn't, seeing as he was so tall and carrying a long sword, he obviously wasn't someone to be trifled with.

Although there were many people watching, no one spoke up.

When the kid saw that this trick didn't work, he immediately begged softly: "Uncle, please spare me this time. I will be brave next time."

"Forgive you, will you dare next time?!"

Yan Xiake laughed, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

The kid blushed and said, "I don't dare. I won't dare next time."

Yan Xiake didn't bother to embarrass him. He had seen so many horrific things along the way that it was difficult for him to feel any emotion about petty theft.

As soon as you let go, your child can slip away. As soon as you turn your hand up, he holds several colorful purses in his hand.

"One or two is enough!"

Yan Xiake weighed it and smiled: "Just enough for a certain family to have a meal of wine and food!"

After taking out his money and throwing away his wallet, Yan Xiake walked straight into the nearest restaurant and said:

"Restaurant, bring me one tael of wine and two kilos of food to go with the wine!"

There are many people in the restaurant, but the efficiency is quite high.

Soon, a large table of wine and food was placed in front of Yan Xiake.

"The food is just okay, and the wine is okay! It's not like I'm insulting you!"

Yan Xiake patted his belly, and the stick of incense in front of him turned into smoke and disappeared.

He was a little curious about how the City God would help him, but he still calmed down and kept dropping his chopsticks and drinking wine.

By the time Yan Xiake had had enough wine and food, there was no rice left on the table.

At this time, a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance and an expressionless face came over and sat down opposite Yan Xiake.

The man looked Yan Xiake up and down and said expressionlessly:

"Come with me, my master wants to see you!"

Yan Xiake was a little drunk and slapped the table:

"lead the way!"

The man's face darkened, but he did not have an attack. He stood up silently and walked toward the door.

Yan Xiake swayed behind him, following the man through several streets and arriving at an ordinary small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, there were several capable masked men holding knives and swords, and a mysterious man wrapped up with only a pair of eyes standing with his hands hanging down. Under the old trees in the courtyard, sitting on a stone chair, was a graceful and elegant man. old man.

The old man was about sixty years old. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, he could not conceal his noble aura.

The old man looked at Yan Xiake and nodded slightly:

"As expected of being the number one scholar in both civil and military fields, he is indeed very heroic!"

But he seemed to know something.

Yan Xiake's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized who this old man was.

He is clearly the current prince.

The prince who was tortured to death by his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father is now in his sixties and is said to be dying soon.

It is said that this prince was already a prince when he opened his eyes. Now, he has been a prince for more than sixty years.

"Everyone, please get down!"

The old man waved his hand.

The others were hesitant, but did not dare to disobey, so they all bowed and retreated.

Only the mysterious man shrouded in the body was left motionless.

Yan Xiake didn't care, and sat directly opposite the prince. Da Ma Jin Dao said: "I want to enter the palace!"

He didn't bother to care whether the person in front of him was the prince, whether he had ulterior motives, or whether he was being used by others.

What he wanted to do was simple.

Seek justice for the thousands of innocent souls who died in his belly!

"Speak quickly."

The old man was slightly startled and said solemnly:

"Although the palace is heavily guarded, it is easy to enter. However, there are masters of the Heavenly Will Sect among them, so be careful."

The two didn't communicate much.

The old man took out a map and showed him which direction to enter at what time of night.

After that, Yan Xiake handed over his hand and walked away gracefully.

The old man returned the greeting slightly, watched him leave, and couldn't help but sigh:

"What a hero!"

Over the past hundred years, many people have discovered the inside story of alchemy, but only a few people have actually dared to take action, and now, there is no one left.

Seeing Yan Xiake, his heart couldn't help but ripples.

"It's a pity that you will probably die and it will be difficult to succeed."

The mysterious man sighed softly, and the black clothes on his body slowly disappeared, revealing a tall monk with square eyebrows.

"You may not succeed if you try, but if you don't try, you will never succeed! The old guy has lived too long. He has to eat the flesh and blood of hundreds of people every day, and he has to exchange blood with direct royal blood every year. One hundred and twenty years, one hundred and twenty years! "

The prince's face was cold and hard, with extremely strong hatred:

"Such a ferocious demon is called the Eternal Holy Emperor. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

The great monk stopped talking, but there was a trace of pity in his heart.

This prince is basically the breeding pig left by the old emperor. In order to continue his life, one direct descendant is born every year. In one hundred and twenty years, even if there are six generations, there will be twenty people in each generation. The old emperor's 'blood pack'!

How can we not hate it?

At this time, the sun sets over the west mountain, and the night gradually falls.

Yan Xiake found a jug of wine somewhere and leaned on the eaves of a tall building ten miles away from the palace, drinking and waiting.

The wine was very strong and the fire in his heart was very high.

Thousands of people.

Whose parents, whose heirs, whose ardent hearts, and whose pillars of support are they?

They may die sooner or later, but they cannot be used as elixirs and eaten by others, including their skin, bones, flesh and blood!

Dang rang~

At a certain moment, the wine bottle fell to the ground.

Yan Xiake drifted away, mixed in the breeze as the night fell, and suddenly it was Li Xu, who had already entered the palace in less than a moment.

He has already entered Wen Yang. Although his destiny has not been fulfilled, it cannot be blocked by a wall.

In particular, this is a patrol blind spot.

Under the night, Yan Chixia moved over the palaces everywhere, and the green smoke turned into the second stick of incense floated around him.

The powerful spiritual consciousness that swept over him one after another seemed to have never noticed him.

Soon, he gradually approached the brightly lit harem behind the main hall of the palace.

Faintly, through the dim light, he saw the old emperor in a palace somewhere.

"who?!"

I sent the second chapter to continue writing the third chapter. It's too late, don't wait any longer.