Therefore, Li Chang'an only began to take the words "immortality" seriously.
In his eyes, what Yang Zhi had said earlier was nothing more than a prelude to the game's start.
But immortality is a different story; the allure of it is too great for him.
He stared at Yang Zhi's expression and asked, "Then why have you come to see me now?"
"I'm scared. The prince must have sensed something when he came to Jiangnan. In a few days, the dragon vein will be successfully refined. At that time, there will definitely be strange phenomena in the world."
"Your Highness only needs to go and take a look to know what happened."
Yang Zhi looked somewhat nervous, and then said, "When the time comes, Your Highness, can you tolerate those bald monks occupying Jiangnan and turning it into a Buddhist kingdom?"
“I think you shouldn’t be able to, so now you’re trying to abandon the darkness and embrace the light before those bald monks succeed.”
“Those bald monks don’t understand your power, Your Highness. They think that refining the dragon vein is equivalent to gaining the approval of the heavens, and that Your Highness can’t do anything about them.”
“But I understand that whatever Your Highness wants to do, even Heaven is powerless in your presence, so I want to serve Your Highness.”
"I hope Your Highness will consider that I have abandoned darkness and turned to the light, and spare my life."
Li Chang'an looked at him without speaking for a long time. After a while, he laughed and said, "Today he asked me to let him off the hook, and tomorrow others will ask me to let him off the hook. I am not a horse herder."
"You know perfectly well what you've done while you're in the position of Governor of Jiangnan. If you want me to let you off the hook, you'd better show some sincerity."
"I am quite interested in the matter of immortality."
"Here's what we'll do: you go back first and try to find out the inside information. If you can really get what I want, I might let you go."
Yang Zhi lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness. I have done my best to investigate these past few days and will definitely find out the Buddhist sect's plan."
"That's good, go back now."
"Thank you, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."
After Yang Zhi left, Zhang Sanfeng led Zhang Zhiwei outside and sat down in a chair.
"I always felt that this guy didn't tell the truth. The first person he looked at was Xiong Ba, the leader of the Tianxia Society. The two of them should know each other."
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an immediately burst into laughter.
"Haha, speaking eight parts truth and two parts falsehood is a basic skill of Ming Dynasty officials."
"What he said about eight parts being unimportant is probably true, while what he said about the two parts being the most important is probably false."
Zhang Sanfeng sipped his wine and savored his vegetables slowly. He was very careful when eating, making sure to swirl the vegetables around on the plate twice with each bite to absorb the oil and water from the bottom.
"Then why don't you arrest him? Even if he can withstand severe torture, he can't withstand your lamp."
“If I put his soul into the lamp, I’m not sure he won’t be honest.”
Li Chang'an shook his head: "It's okay, take your time, no rush."
"I'd like to see what these people in the martial arts world are up to, and I'd also like to see if this Lord Yang really wants to abandon the darkness and embrace the light."
"Anyway, there are still a few days left, and we'll see the results soon enough. No rush, no rush."
Li Chang'an held a belt in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a hint of bloodlust.
It has been almost two months since the last murder.
He felt that if he didn't release the pent-up murderous intent in his heart, he would probably get sick.
Li Chang'an hoped that this time, the martial arts practitioners in Jiangnan would give him a good time.
Jingshan, the dragon vein.
The old monk sat on a lotus platform, with Yang Zhi's page standing behind him.
“Yang Zhi went to Fenghe Tower. Master Zhang from Wudang Mountain and his disciple also stayed at Fenghe Tower. It seems that your disciple has something on his mind.”
The old monk closed his eyes and sighed, "That prince should also be at Fenghe Tower."
"For now, let's put the matter of the Three Precepts aside and think about how to deal with that prince."
Among the twelve monks carrying chains, the leader looked at the page and said, "Star Child, the Buddhist masters are all here at the Dragon Vein. Now it's your Yin-Yang School's turn to lend a hand."
The pageboy grinned at the monk, revealing a black tattoo on his face: "When did it become your place to point fingers at us Yin-Yang Masters?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows behind him transformed into jet-black snakes that rushed towards the monk.
The monk's eyes widened in anger. He never expected that Xing Tong would turn against him over a single sentence.
Right now, he simply doesn't have the time or energy to deal with those black snakes.
"Enough!"
With a loud shout, the snakes on the ground scattered in front of the monk and then regrouped behind the boy.
Xing Tong stared intently at the old monk, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, with traces of blood appearing in his eyes, nose, and ears.
"Now that we have a formidable enemy at hand, this is not the time for internal strife. Xing Tong, go back and tell Tai Yi that the Dragon Vein will be completed in a few days, and we can gather all those martial arts practitioners together."
"Whether we can achieve immortality through this dragon vein depends on whether the spiritual energy of the martial arts practitioners in Jiangnan is sufficient for it to transform into a dragon."
"As for Yang Zhi, let's leave him alone for now. Just make sure he doesn't die in the next few days."
“If he dies, the spiritual energy on this dragon will immediately dissipate, and then all our plans over the years will be in vain.”
Xing Tong nodded and turned to leave the cave.
After he left, the monk holding the chains spoke up with dissatisfaction: "Abbot, these Yin-Yang people are going too far. They have no idea of cooperation and mutual benefit at all."
“We’re all here in this furnace-like cave refining the dragon vein every day, while they’re out there doing nothing. That’s not fair.”
The abbot raised his head and gave him a cold look: "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Don't you understand this principle?"
"How many people are there in the Yin-Yang School? Apart from Donghuang Taiyi, there are only the Grand Priest, the Lesser Priest, and the three Holy Envoys of the Sun, Stars, and Moon."
"After the dragon vein is refined, there are only so many people who can ascend to immortality. The Yin-Yang School only has six of them, and the rest are all from our Buddhist sect. Can't you even figure this out?"
Upon hearing this, the monk's resentment subsided somewhat, and he bowed to the abbot.
"This disciple knows his mistake."
The next morning, when Li Chang'an woke up, he saw countless martial arts practitioners gathered together on the street.
"Have you heard? The tomb of Chen Youliang, who fought against Emperor Taizu for the throne, has been discovered and is hidden under Jingshan Mountain."
"Moreover, all the treasures he amassed over the years were buried with him in Jingshan."
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