Anti-Qing and Fuming: Beginning with Summoning the Fire Phoenix

Chapter 79 Mystery, opening the calamity

Watch the black helicopter take off.

Qianlong and a group of ministers and eunuchs looked extremely gloomy.

They know, it's time to play.

Shen Xuan is playing a game of cat and mouse.

Torturing for fun step by step, until the end slowly let the opponent perish in despair.

"Heaven, are you going to let the Qing Dynasty be slowly played to death before the demise?"

Qianlong couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

The so-called emperor is also a human being, even if he is mythical again.

Also can not escape human emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, fear and dread!

For a time, the entire Forbidden City palace.

Everyone was sad and wept for a long time.

in a blink.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed.

After a while, it began to rain heavily.

Suddenly, it seemed like the end came.

Boom!
Jingle Bell!
Boom!
Jingle Bell!
The drumming of heavy objects falling, the sound of bells striking.From far to near.

It seems to come across time and space.

Subsequently.

A series of syllables spit out in Manchu, sang in a rhythmic tone.

The thunder that was nine days away was accompanied by the sudden appearance of a tornado.

A mantra that lingers in my ears.

Accompanied by gusts of wind.

Let the whole palace fall into an extremely strange atmosphere.

The sound of the golden ring colliding stopped abruptly.

In front of Qianlong, a shaman with furrows on his face and his eyes closed tightly appeared.

"Yuan Shou, do you still remember me?"

An extremely old voice came from the wizard's mouth.

"You, are you the High Priest?"

Qianlong met the wizard once when he was young, and asked him curiously.

Finally, in the answer of an old eunuch, I found out.

This shaman was actually the high priest when the ancestor, Nurhachi raised his army.

Didn't expect to be alive till now.

It's not that it has lived for more than 100 years.

Moreover, since he ascended the throne, he has never heard of the other party, so how could he suddenly appear today.

A series of questions appeared in Qianlong's mind.

"I know you're wondering. Now's not the time to talk about it."

Aixinjueluo Hongli nodded suddenly: "High Priest, save me Daqing!"

"Back then, I advised your ancestors not to kill the descendants of Zhu Ming, and not to slaughter the cities in the south of the Yangtze River. Today, I will let you taste the bitter fruit. I have also abolished Taoism!"

The high priest's tone was full of helplessness.

"High priest, it has been a hundred years, and the past is like smoke. But at this moment, the life and death of the Qing Dynasty is at a critical moment. You can't abandon your family!"

"Do you know where my shamanism comes from?"

Hongli thought for a while: "An ancient ancestor witch."

Although he answered with his mouth, Qianlong didn't understand what the high priest meant.

"Do you know who Shen Xuan is?"

Facing the questioning of the high priest.

Qianlong shook his head.

The high priest let out a long sigh:
"If you want to save your country, within twelve hours, gather all the boys and girls of the Eight Banners and pour their blood into the Wuding. Then follow me to Changbai Mountain and see if you can win a chance of survival!"

"Hurry up! If Shen Xuan finds out, Daqing will never recover."

The high priest warned coldly.

"Yes!"

Then Qianlong ordered to go down, quickly sent people out of the palace, and summoned the children of the Manchu Eight Banners.

Fortunately, in the Qing Dynasty, the princes and nobles were all raised in the capital, and it was convenient for them to contact them.

Two hours later.

Carloads of boys and girls were sent to the palace.

The sky was full of lightning and thunder.

The black cloud became more and more low, and he couldn't see his fingers.

at this time.

The square outside the gate of Qianqing Palace.

Inside the Sifang Ding, which weighs a thousand gold, the hot blood of pure yang and pure yin is continuously flowing into it.

The high priest was singing and dancing with a tambourine and a waist bell.

From beginning to end, his eyes never opened.

But it didn't affect him at all, he saw things clearly.

Sudden.

A demon god's roar, carrying Xiao Sha, anger and hatred came from the sky.

Quartet witch tripod.

The face of the first harpy rides on the heads of two dragons to emit light, and finally turns into a phantom that is hundreds of feet tall.

Glaring at the east.

Followed by.

Tiger head human body, four-hoofed feet, long elbows.The head of the beast that emits lightning is lit.

A phantom that is also tall and hundreds of feet stands in the middle.

The third one is shaped like a yellow sac, red like red fire, six-legged and four-winged, a faceless phantom.

The fourth one has a human head and a beast body, with two green snakes on a pair of big ears.

At this time.

Qianlong looked at the phantom, and couldn't help asking: "High priest, are these the four witch gods of Shebi, Dijiang, Qiangliang, and Jumang in the Shan Hai Jing?"

"Yes! Time is running out. You are not allowed to make a sound along the way. Remember?"

The high priest spoke.

"Yes! I will never open my mouth!"

next second.

The high priest beat the tambourine rhythmically.

I saw the four-beast witch cauldron being lifted up by the phantom of the witch god.

Qianlong only felt the wind blowing in his ears, and his whole body flew up.

Changbai Mountain.

Known as the birthplace of Manchu.

Also known as the land of Longxing.

In the Qing Dynasty, it was called a holy land.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Qianlong only heard the voice of the high priest in his ears: "Open your eyes!"

The white pumice stones and snow are all in sight.

"High Priest, where is it?"

"Here is the dragon vein buried by the ancestors of your Aixinjueluo family.

"Changbai Mountain?" Qianlong was surprised.

The high priest nodded.

"Why are you here?"

"300 years ago, Liu Bowen was ordered by Zhu Yuanzhang to cut off the dragon veins of Kyushu. Why did Changbai Mountain stay alone?"

Qianlong shook his head when he heard the high priest's words.

"After the first opening of heaven and earth. Divide the three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings."

"At the same time, three schools of elucidation, interception, and humanity were born."

"Afterwards, all things cultivated are divided into immortals, gods, and human beings. Immortals have a long life, and they are immortal. Unless they encounter a calamity, gods are next. Humans are the last, and they have to experience the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation."

Qianlong didn't know why the high priest said these things, but for him, who had practiced imperial power since elementary school, he couldn't figure it out.

However, the high priest had no intention of stopping:
"The lord of all peoples represents the order of heaven. But the arrogant people in the world are like the crucian carp crossing the river, and there are as many as the hair of an ox. Why do you love Xinjueluo's family, among all living beings, but they aspire to the top of the world. Sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?"

When the high priest said this, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Qianlong saw a pair of vertical pupils that were not human-like, and the pupils were burning with fire.

He had never seen anyone with such eyes.

At the same time, he knew that the high priest was waiting for his answer.

He is not stupid, on the contrary, he received the top education since he was a child, and he is a person with high IQ and high education in this era.

"Could it be a dragon vein?"

"That's right. If it wasn't for the dragon vein of Changbai Mountain, which gave your ancestors the emperor's dragon aura, how could your family ever ascend to the throne of the emperor!"

"High priest, why didn't Liu Bowen cut off the dragon veins of Changbai Mountain?"

Qianlong expressed his doubts.

"Liu Bowen was originally a man of elucidation and teaching, and he came down to the world to gain the Tao. He obeyed the destiny, so he left the dragon vein that opened this calamity."

Qianlong faintly understood: "High Priest, you mean to save me from the Qing Dynasty, which will lead to the opening of the Calamity?"

"You finally understand. My shaman is from the lineage of the ancient witch clan. I belong to the Jiejiao. Once opened, the three realms will overlap."

The high priest sighed after finishing speaking:
"Yuan Shou, you really don't care, even if you lose your life?"

Qianlong did not answer, but asked:

"High Priest, is it possible to save me from the Qing Dynasty by starting the war of gods and demons?"

"Well! How do you choose?" The high priest looked up at the sky with a calm expression.

"I would rather let the people of the world lose me than let the people of the world lose me! I want to fight that Shen Xuan to the death!"

Qianlong looked ferocious.

immediately.

I saw that the high priest was windless and automatic, with all the magic weapons in his body.

Drums, bells, knives, battles, and cards made strange sounds at the same time.

With a mantra in his mouth.

Hovering above the heads of the two of them now, the Sifang Wuding began to spin violently.

Sudden.

Qianlong felt pain in his fingers, and blood began to flow and drip to the ground.

The whole person was uncontrollable, like a marionette, and began to swing.

Gradually, the ground was painted with a strange pattern by the blood.

(End of this chapter)