Talk about the world of mortals in detail

After Xiao Yuzhi said a few happy words, he seemed to have regained some strength, and he forced himself to sit up. Only when he got up did he see a door panel on the ground in the house, and an old man lying on it.

With the keenness of an innate warrior, he was not aware of the breath of the third person at all. He could almost hear his breathing and heartbeat from such a close distance. It was obvious that the person on the ground had passed away.

"This is."

Although he had never seen the old man on the ground, Xiao Yuzhi had a special feeling when he saw him, as if he had a certain connection with him.

Lao Miaozhu lowered his head and looked at the old man lying on the door panel, and replied with a sigh.

"This is Mr. Shao Zhen, the strange master!"

Wei Jue Shengshou, also known as the painting saint of this dynasty among ordinary literati and refined scholars!

Although Xiao Yuzhi was a martial artist, he had served as an official in the capital for decades. How could he not know Shao Zhen's name? He stared at the ground blankly, a little shocked for a moment.

"Mr. Shao Zhen? He. How could he..."

Although there had been rumors before that the painting saint was no longer alive, but now it seems that he just passed away.

Lao Miaozhu shook his head.

"The old gentleman also died without regrets. He made another breakthrough before he died. He and Taoist Master Yan painted the "Picture of the Divine Way of Conquering Demons". Mr. Xiao should know about that painting, right?"

After hearing this, various pictures flashed through Xiao Yuzhi's mind, and he even seemed to see himself on the Shinto map, and he also had a vague understanding in his heart.

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"Alas."

A gust of breeze entered the Zhenjun Temple, and Yan Shouyun's figure also appeared outside the house. He staggered slightly and held on to the door frame to steady himself.

"Taoist!" "Taoist?"

Miao Zhu and Xiao Yuzhi both shouted in surprise, while Yan Shouyun also looked into the room and smiled.

"Mr. Xiao is awake? That's great."

But when he saw Shao Zhen's body, the smile on Yan Shouyun's face faded, but he didn't feel too much sadness. He pursued ideals in life, in order to achieve wonderful paintings, and to make breakthroughs even after his death. Mr. Shao was End with a smile!

What's more, Yan Shouyun believed that he had lived up to the old man's expectations. Not only did he complete the shape of the "Shen Dao Diagram of Conquering Demons", but he also later summoned the gods to truly complete the Divine Dao Diagram!

There were not many pilgrims in Zhenjun Temple at this time. The sudden change in the sky just now frightened the pilgrims and sent them home.

The three people inside and outside the house were silent, which made the entire Zhenjun Temple very quiet.

After a long time, Xiao Yuzhi asked.

"Taoist Priest, there should be quite a lot of movement inside the capital, right?"

Yan Shouyun smiled and sighed.

"It's not just a big noise, but what does it have to do with me? Let's bury Mr. Shao Zhen!"

"Listen to what you have to say!"

Xiao Yuzhi and Lao Miaozhu didn't say much. Now that the evil spirit has been eliminated, there is no urgency in their hearts.

Yan Shouyun originally planned to bury Shao Zhen behind the Zhenjun Temple, but at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart and raised his head and looked to the side. Xiao Yuzhi was slow for a moment but immediately looked in the direction Yan Shouyun was looking.

At some point, a beautiful and refined woman stood in the backyard of the Zhenjun Temple. She just stood there and watched, not knowing how she appeared or how long she had been here.

But both Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi seemed to understand that the person who came was probably not an ordinary person, and there was a vague feeling of etherealness.

The two carefully lowered the door panel and Shao Zhen above.

"May I ask you are."

Yan Shouyun asked carefully, but he didn't expect that the woman actually gave them a blessing salute with crossed hands, her manner was dignified and her face was calm.

"Little girl Chen Han is so polite!"

Yan Shouyun, Xiao Yuzhi and others subconsciously bowed their hands in return and saw the woman slowly raising her head, her eyes falling on Shao Zhen's body.

"The fallen leaves have returned to their roots and homeland. The little girl is brave and asks the Taoist priest and Xiao Daxia to hand over Mr. Shao Zhen's body to me. The little girl will take him back to Lingdong for burial!"

Lao Miao Zhu on the side suddenly spoke.

"I heard that the strange master is from Lingdong. I heard that when the temple of the No. 1 True Monarch in the world was built, there was a woman who consecrated the temple. Her surname was also Chen. The painting saint never married in his life. It seems that it was also because of that temple girl."

Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi were slightly shocked by Lao Miao Zhu's words.

"The Painting Saint still has this story?"

Xiao Yuzhi asked, and Lao Miao Zhu smiled.

"This matter is not a secret. It has long been spread among literati. I heard that there were many Confucian scholars who were obsessed with the temple girls of Zhenjun Temple."

Chen Han took a serious look at the Miao Zhu in the temple. While Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yu were still shocked by what the old Miao Zhu said, she had already walked to Shao Zhen's body.

"I wonder if the little lady can be allowed to take him away?"

Chen Han's voice came again, and Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi woke up again.

"Well, it would be nice if the old man could return his fallen leaves to his roots, girl. Please do so."

Is this woman’s origin unknown? It seems so.

But Yan Shouyun just has a feeling, a feeling of trusting the other person. Maybe this is also the so-called spiritual sense.

Chen Han nodded and squatted down gently. When Xiao Yuzhi hesitated to help, she had already lifted Shao Zhen's body with both hands.

The Painting Saint is extremely old and very light.

Chen Han glanced at Miao Zhu over there again.

"Mr. Shao is sincere. Chen Han actually understands. It's just that what you and I want are different. The little girl is devoted to the Tao. If you have ever misunderstood you, it is Chen Han's fault. When we meet again one day, I hope you will forgive me!"

This murmuring voice seemed to be addressed to others, and also seemed to be addressed to the old man who seemed to be asleep.

"Taoist Priest, Daxia Xiao, Mr. Chen Han, take your leave!"

After finishing the sentence, Chen Han hugged Shao Zhen's body and took a step back slightly. His whole body slowly lifted off the ground, retreating towards the sky with a wisp of smoke.

In the somewhat dazed eyes of Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi, the beautiful figure had already hugged Shao Zhen and left, leaving only a wisp of clouds on the horizon.

"Captain Xiao, it's time for you to go back!"

After a long time, Yan Shouyun withdrew his gaze and looked at Xiao Yuzhi. The latter thought for a moment and finally nodded. Yan Shouyun did not want to disturb the old temple blessing anymore, let alone bring any trouble to him.

So the two chose to say goodbye at this moment, also at the back door of Zhenjun Temple.

After the winter rain, the cold wind blows.

Laomiao Zhu watched the two of them leave, one heading into the city, and the other without looking back.

After a long time, Laomiao Zhucai nodded slightly. The faint light gave off a feeling like smoke, and his body shape gradually changed, and then he became a stone creature.

"Junior brother has accepted a good disciple!"

There is indeed an old man from the Zhenjun Temple, but that old man had actually reached his end a few months ago. He seemed to understand this, so he embarked on a journey back to his hometown early.

The old temple Zhu who returned to Zhenjun Temple years ago was transformed from Shisheng.

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There were two mortals who had manifested themselves through the "Picture of the Divine Way of Conquering Demons", but compared to Xiao Yuzhi's gradually recovering state at this moment, Tan Yuanchang on the other side never woke up after closing his eyes.

In an ordinary house deep in a residential area in the capital, Tan Yuanshang's three guard brothers knelt sadly in front of Tan Yuanshang's bed.

Three people with extremely high martial arts skills, the oldest one has gray hair, the youngest one also has gray hair and beard, but at this moment they are crying like children.

"Master" "Master!" "How come you..."

In the alley outside the house, Qi Zhongbin was standing there, with Hui Mian on his shoulders.

"Hey, Mr. Qi, instead of going to see my apprentice, he comes here with me to see the monsters. Isn't that good?"

Qi Zhongbin smiled.

"Mr. Tan felt bored and didn't want to stay in this world anymore. He also wanted to reminisce about the past with Ziwei Lingjun. However, he left in a hurry, which made these three loyal servants suffer."

Hui Mian was happy to hear it.

"There is no need for us to worry about this. Tan Yuanshang is a meticulous person in his life, and he has already expected what will happen after his death. They are just sad, not at a loss. Their master has already arranged it, and they don't know anything about wills or anything like that. few."

"Senior Hui is right!"

Hui Mian looked towards the direction of the palace again.

"Oh, I have seen prodigal people, but I have never seen such a prodigal one. It is indeed scary when the emperor is so stupid. But do you think Xiang Yi is awake?"

Qi Zhongbin had escaped from the disaster now, and many things became clearer, so he just shook his head.

"If he were just an ordinary rich man who lost everything and looked at the past clearly, he might be able to come to a complete enlightenment. But unfortunately he is an emperor and he still has to get wind and rain."

The words of one person and one mink seemed to see through everything about Xiang Yi.

In the palace at this moment, many doctors from the imperial hospital were already exhausted, and all of them had seen the emperor's condition.

But the imperial doctors are really at their wits' end. Now they can only use some aromatherapy and massage to relieve the emperor's condition, hoping that he will wake up soon.

Perhaps the only good news is that the emperor's pulse is still strong and does not look like he is about to die suddenly.

The sky suddenly changed at noon, and what happened has slowly spread throughout Chengtian Mansion. Many people are willing to believe that the Dharma Appraisal Conference held by the emperor attracted many evil spirits, and finally angered the ancestors and God, and sent the gods down to the world to eliminate the evil spirits.

The people among the people have spread the word in detail. Of course, people in the court will not know it, and many people know it better.

Si Tianjian is even more like a mourner everywhere, and every one of them is despairing. With His Majesty's temper, every one of Si Tianjian may be doomed.

Similarly, not all the mages summoned by the Dharma Appraisal Conference were killed by the gods. After all, many mages were still human.

It's just that whether these people are warlocks with some skills or liars who are lucky enough to have not been involved in the gang today, all of them are now panic-stricken, and some of them have even begun to secretly escape from the capital.

Everyone is not a fool, and they have roughly understood the emperor's temper for a long time. When the emperor reacts, there will be no good consequences.

Among them, the most uneasy person was Gao Hongqing. He wanted to escape, but on the way back to his residence, he was struggling in his heart. He was reluctant to part with the glory and wealth at his fingertips, and he was reluctant to part with the alchemy furnace left by his master.

At this time, the imperial army seemed to have no regard for the mages scattered throughout the capital. They escorted the emperor back to the palace all the way, and no one would care if the mages left midway.

In this situation, Gao Hongqing and his disciples ran back to Qingling Beefu. Along the way, they could already hear the people talking about the thunderous and rainy gods descending on demons and slaying demons.

After returning to Qingling Villa, Gao Hongqing and his disciples quickly closed the door, and then started breathing heavily.

"Master, what should we do?"

Gao Hongqing raised his head and looked at the hot alchemy furnace in the courtyard. It was not only the Taoism passed down by his master, but also his own path to success!

"Alas! Pack up Xinrou and leave the capital quickly!"

"Master, what should I do with the alchemy furnace?"

"Survive first!"

Gao Hongqing gritted his teeth, but his life was still more important, and then rushed to his bedroom. A group of disciples also reacted and rushed to his residence.