The First Cause of All Realms

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Little things...

Standing on the flat ground covered with white jade, Liu Jing smiled wryly and bowed his head: "If you suffer from the grace of God, Liu Jing's sin is also..."

He rarely comes to face the Holy Spirit, but he did not expect that it would be enough to affect a land of three states, and the change of vassal kings with hundreds of millions of people's livelihoods is also a trivial matter in His Majesty's eyes...

"It doesn't matter if you ruin the morning work of the widow, for the sake of your concern for state affairs, this time, there will be no punishment."

In the fragrance of the clear spirit, there is an ethereal voice:

"tell me the story."

"Wei Chen thanked His Majesty, and gave me extra-judicial grace."

Liu Jing respectfully kowtowed, did not dare to neglect, and brought the matter of Long Yuandao one by one.

From Zhang Lingfeng's violent attack, occupying the palace, and imprisoning his mother and nephew, there are no details.

"...Zhang Lingfeng has ulterior motives, and the day he chose to be crowned king is the 14th day of the seventh lunar month. This day is actually the Ghost Festival. The mist is steaming up at night, and it seems that a ghost gate has manifested..."

"etc!"

At this point, a voice came from the Taoist temple:

"You said, the gate of hell?"

"...Yes. What Ren Xiaoxiao said should not be false."

Liu Jing replied:

"According to legend, in ancient times, people and gods communicated, and through the portals of all realms, they could travel to and from the worlds of immortals and Buddhas. The gate of ghosts is just outside the junction of the yin and the yang, on the edge of death. It is said that through this gate, you can meet Yan Jun. …”

"Another legend has come into reality. Perhaps as Xue Dilong said, the ancient times are about to return. The gate of **** has appeared, isn't the legendary 'Tianmen' coming soon?"

In Taoist temples, the voices are rarely pleasant, and they seem to be in a good mood:

"This matter is really not trivial! Liu Jing, you have done a good job. After all, you are the servant of the widow's hidden residence..."

"Your Majesty..."

Liu Jing was silent for a moment, then thanked him and continued to speak after getting permission.

It seems that he was stimulated by the word "Ghost Gate". The Taoist monk became quite tolerant, allowing Liu Jing to finish his speech and let him express his thoughts.

"Zhang Lingfeng failed to seize power, and if he died, he would die. What Wei Chen was worried about was not this person, but Wang Muzhi, a man from Wanxiang Mountain, and Yang Prison, who became famous in Longyuan Dao this time."

Liu Jing's spirit was shocked, and it was rare for His Majesty to be interested, so he naturally reserved it without worry, and said his thoughts one by one.

"Then Wang Muzhi has the fruit of the "Yingwu" Dao, and is good at avatars and shadows. He uses a yin and yang transforming hand to divide hundreds of paths. As a master, he defeated the great master.

Now his deeds are deeper and more powerful, especially, he seems to be estranged from the imperial court, which is really one of the great harms of our dynasty. "

"Wang Muzhi?"

In the Taoist temple, the ethereal and noble voice murmured:

"But one of Xu Wenji's six disciples? Do you remember that when the late emperor was alive, he and Xu Wenji jointly signed a letter to govern the country and ten directions?"

"Yes, it's him."

Liu Jing painstakingly stated his interests:

"It is said that this person is entrenched in Longyuan. For more than 20 years, he has accepted many apprentices and grandchildren. Zhang Lingfeng's seizure of power may not be without his means."

"In the opinion of Wei Chen, this person, together with his disciples, should be moved to the capital of God, and the East Factory will be responsible for reviewing..."

"That's right."

A promise came from the Taoist temple:

"I'll leave it to you to handle this matter. If it's inconvenient to mobilize, I'll go to Xue Dilong and ask for a transfer order."

"Wei Chen obeys!"

Liu Jing bowed in response, and just now said:

"Compared to this person, Yang Prison may be a little inferior, but it should not be taken lightly. Wei Chen suspects that this person and Wang Muzhi and Xu Wenji have planned a long time ago..."

"This name seems to have some impressions on the few people. Some time ago, he killed Nie Wendong alive, causing an uproar in the court, and causing Princess Long Yuan to move out of the Great Ancestor's official account. Is it him?"

"It's this person! This person is daring and unruly, and he was a high-ranking official in the street. If it wasn't for Xu Wenji, Li Baihu, and Princess Long Yuan's protection, he should have been lingering for his entire family at that time!"

Liu Jing's eyes were slightly cold:

"This man came from a humble background and traveled all the way. He thought he was jealous of evil, but in fact he was bloodthirsty. From Heishan, to Mulin, to Qingzhou, and even Longyuan, all the Shangguan died at his hands!

Really, a **** who is born to be anti-bone! "

Phew!

The clear and spiritual aura drifted away, and the faint sound of chanting scriptures in the Taoist temple became Long Live the Mountain.

Liu Jing's heart tensed, and he knelt down to greet him.

As the aroma drifted away, he saw a pair of black-soled shoes and a broad robe.

"Liu Jing, you seem to be deeply resentful about this person? Is it because this person is favored by Xu Wenji?"

"Your Majesty has learned, although Wei Chen has some grievances with Xu Wenji, he will not criticize others indiscriminately because of this."

There was sweat on Liu Jing's forehead.

Ordinary people may think that the current His Majesty has not been in court for twelve years, and has long been overridden by the cabinet, but only people who are close to him like him understand.

This man's talent is unparalleled, especially a super intelligent man. During the twelve years in power, he seems to be oblivious to world affairs, but in fact, the power of the court is mostly in his hands.

"This person is the son of the jailer of Heishan City, and he has reached the famed Longyuan step by step, and it is only five or six years old.

Without the help of others, how could it be possible? "

Under enormous pressure, Liu Jing bowed his back and defended:

"From the beginning to the end of Zhang Lingfeng's seizure of power, no one has benefited from it. Only this person has not only benefited the great leaders of Longyuan Palace and Longyuanwei, but also helped Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian.

In addition, on the day of the sacrifice to the King of Heaven, the thousands of Longyuan Country gentlemen and martial arts masters who were rescued by him, this person, this person..."

"If you say so, the widow is somewhat interested in this..."

Hearing the voice, Liu Jing let out a sigh of relief. He was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted.

"At noon, yang is the crown of the day. If you have anything to say, please wait until the afternoon!"

Liu Jing couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the figure of the Dao Nian who stepped forward and hugged back: "Your Majesty! If that person has resentment, wouldn't it be..."

"Let Xue Dilong take care of this matter. How can a mere border guard be worth a single distraction?"

The people carrying the chariots were all experts, and the voices drifted hundreds of meters away, but the voice was still clear:

"In the future, in front of outsiders, you need to call the Dao of Widowhood!"

"Yes……"

Liu Jing bowed his head and smiled bitterly, but he could only suppress his thoughts, and just be your Majesty.

"My ministers respectfully send off, Jiutian Hong teaches Puji living beings, palms yin and yang, deceives Dao Si Ren, Zi Ji Xian Weng, Yi Yang Zhenren, Yuan Xu Xuan Ying enlightens and subdues demons and is loyal and filial to the emperor..."

……

……

As the night passed, it seemed that yesterday's panic had been forgotten. When the sky was getting brighter, the street vendors were already busy early.

The fragrance of various breakfasts wafts in the streets and alleys.

Yang Yu walked down the street without any hassle, and stopped when he encountered a stall. Under the surprised eyes of the stall owners, he ate a full street.

"With my digestive ability and appetite at this time, if I don't have medicinal pills to supplement, can I eat a hundred people's rations for a day?"

The answer is yes.

The human body is originally a consumable. As long as it is alive, it will be worn out all the time, not to mention martial arts.

For this reason, the higher the martial arts, the more in need of tonic. Like him, a person who was cast in a furnace would have an amazing appetite if he did not have medicinal pills to supplement.

His teeth are enough to crush the hardest beef bones, and his stomach is peristaltic, and he can digest the ingredients that ordinary people can't digest.

"No wonder the more modern, the more Martial Saints, this is not only the change of heaven and earth, but more, the large-scale circulation of medicinal pills..."

He turned his thoughts in his mind, without delaying Yang Yujiang to sweep away the breakfast in front of him, and with the boss's beaming eyes, he left.

"Those who are in chaos..."

Looking back at the city tower, the long street of hundreds of meters could not block his sight, and it was enough to hear any sound he wanted to hear:

劆愭帹孫孫哓噷涓員歭叩屽歭鍜槄陰勔徔︾湡镄勫ソ吢溴杩欓噷涓嬭徭辶屽歭叩鍙mutually mixed?/

"Firefly, the sun. Really, look down on me..."

Regarding Wang Muzhi, he was always on guard in his heart. Before, the several attempts he had made on the tower were easily resolved by the latter.

Even if he had the will to fight with him, it could not be implemented.

But this further illustrates the danger of this person.

When the long street turned around, a smile appeared on Yang Yu's face. Earlier in the booth, Qi Gang was chewing with a straight face.

"Qi Tou."

Goodbye to the old man, but Yang Yu had no joy in his heart.

At this time, Qi Gang, dressed in a cloak, hid in the shadows.

At the same time, he also smelled a familiar scent.

This is,

Drought...

"Can you still eat?"

Qi Gang asked, waved his hands at the same time, and asked the stall owner to order a breakfast.

"Chief Qi..."

Yang Prison sat down.

Before he could ask, Qi Gang said lightly:

"I'm lucky not to die, I live in Baizhou, I'm not a ghost or a ghost, it's better to die..."

"Dry."

Seeing that he was in a very bad mood, Yang Yu sighed and comforted:

"Danji is a rare fruit of the two types of demons and gods. If you use it as a demon, you will be a dryx. If you use it as a god, you will be a young girl."

"Don't console me."

Qi Gang laughed at himself, his voice hoarse and low:

"At least, I'm still alive, brothers, but..."

Yang Yu was not good at comforting others. Seeing Qi Gang was in a low mood, he had nothing to say. He just ordered a few large jars of wine from the pub next to him~www.readwn.com~ accompanied the old boss, from the bright sky until the sunset and the west mountain. , the sky turned red, the clouds turned red, the jar was empty, and the height of a person was placed.

All the stall owners, from their joy at the beginning, to worry, to numbness, and finally, they simply avoided it and left the place to the two of them.

A drunken warrior is more terrifying than a tiger.

He staggered to his feet, Qi Gang kept drunk, waved his hands and left: "I originally wanted to come here to exchange Wang Muzhi for you, but it seems that I don't need it anymore..."

In exchange for Wang Muzhi...

Yang Yu seemed to be frightened away when he was drunk. With Qi Gang's temperament, he naturally wouldn't joke about it. If he dared to say this, he was at least three percent sure.

Could it be that the supernatural powers on the fruit of the dry and scorpion are not the first level?

"You don't have to send me, just let me go..."

Deeply hiding his face under the cloak, Qi Gang left and soon disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Qi Tou."

Yang Yu felt a little sad in his heart when he said goodbye to his old boss from afar.

Remaining drunk, he staggered down the street and was suddenly attracted by a loud noise. Under the big banyan tree beside the road, two children were fighting over a wooden horse.

Yang Yu watched, until the two of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and the taller child left angrily, and then did he ask the child who was knocked down.

The child scratched his head and grinned:

"Why give something you like to someone you hate..."

Yang Yu was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life.

"You can't give up the world to those you hate..." (to be continued) chaptererror();