Chapter 336: Your Majesty, Zhao Duan has killed the demon on the spot
The Imperial Preceptor was killed by his own master? Wasn't it the Dugong who did it?
At this moment, Qian Kerou and the others' faces were first dull, then a moment of confusion emerged, accompanied by strong doubts.
This was completely beyond their expectations.
In the corner of the carriage, Qingniao in prison uniform and Yunxi who had turned black were also stunned. The former looked stunned and quickly realized what had happened.
——This lackey of the pseudo-emperor actually managed to counterattack while being devoured by the imperial teacher in his dream?
"How did you do it?" Yun Xi came out of her emotionless state. As a disciple of the Grand Tutor, although she had never seen a demon Taoist, she knew how powerful he was.
As for the actor Wu Ling, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his qi sea was shaken and his magic power was dissipated by Ma Yan's punch. He also tilted his head, but did not show much surprise.
In his opinion, since the thief Zhao dared to come and arrest people, it was not surprising that he had some hidden cards.
After all, several branch leaders of the Kuangfu Society died at the hands of the other side.
"That woman in red..."
Ma Yan's eyes flickered, and he remembered that this kid once told him that after he entered the divine realm, the ancient warriors he visualized were extremely rare.
So, this is your trump card?
How far have you progressed on the path to becoming a "God of War"? What kind of gift has His Majesty bestowed upon you?
Yes, no wonder His Majesty left you alone in the palace after the morning court meeting... I'm afraid something had already been planned by then...
Ma Yan suddenly realized everything and thought that Zhao Duan's action of pointing to the sky was "the empress's arrangement."
Zhao Duan was also helpless. It was illogical and difficult to explain that he defeated the demon Taoist by relying on the overwhelming power of memory. He could only use this excuse.
"I understand." Ma Yan exhaled and smiled with satisfaction:
"It seems like you have another surprise for all of us. Huh? You don't look right."
At this time, everyone who had recovered from their shock noticed that under the moonlight, Zhao Duan's face was very red, with beads of sweat on his forehead and slightly raised blue veins.
Zhao Duan smiled bitterly and said:
"That thing exploded in my dream, so...will this be a problem?"
Ma Yan's expression became strange again, and he said quietly:
"It's hard to say whether you were reckless or lucky. When a cultivator's soul explodes, it transforms into pure soul power. If you can't hold on, you might be killed along with it. But since you managed to hold on, I'm afraid you'll gain a great benefit and save yourself many years of detours."
After saying this with a slightly bitter tone, the cold eunuch added:
"However, the demon's methods are strange and there may be something wrong. I will take you to the palace immediately and let His Majesty investigate."
This sentence has another hidden meaning:
He was not sure whether the demon was really dead, so there was still a possibility that Zhao Duan was bewitched.
Only by letting the Empress investigate it personally can he be allowed to leave alone.
Ma Yan acted decisively and immediately handed Wu Ling over to Hou Renmeng and others, asking them to stay there. Haitang and others would arrive later to handle the follow-up.
He picked up the demon with one hand and held Zhao Duan under his armpit with the other. He flew into the air like a big bird, bearing the night sky, and ran towards the palace.
Normally, riding is fast.
But if you want to go in a straight line, the fastest way for a warrior in the world is to run wildly.
No... give me some face, I can walk by myself... Zhao Duan opened his mouth, very dissatisfied with this shameful attitude.
But the cold night wind in the capital filled his mouth and blocked his words.
Zhao Duan was held by the eunuch's arms, helplessly feeling the gap between the divine realm and the worldly realm.
Suddenly, Ma Yan, who was running, seemed to realize something, stopped abruptly, landed on a roof ridge, and turned to look towards the sky in the south.
A hint of martial arts spirit overflowed from his pupils!
I saw a dark cloud floating in the dark sky outside the southern suburbs of the city. At this moment, dark red lightning flashed across it, as if there was some kind of existence hidden in it.
"Hmph!" Ma Yan seemed to have thought of something, his face changed slightly, but he turned around and continued to run towards the palace.
What is that... Zhao Duan, who was tucked under his armpit, frowned.
For some reason, after seeing the cloud, he felt restless and something was wrong.
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Tianshi Mansion, deep in the small courtyard.
Under the night sky, the branches and leaves of the huge and mysterious banyan tree swayed. Even in autumn, the big banyan tree still emitted a bright green light, which was extremely magical.
Under the tree, Zhang Yanyi sat in a rocking chair. He opened his eyes and saw the starlight outlined as a petite figure.
Jin Jian wore gold-rimmed glasses, had an ethereal temperament, and a ethereal voice:
"Master, Priest Zhao was injured and has been brought back."
The priest she mentioned was one of the targets of the National Master.
The alchemy priest was extremely proud. Tonight, as he had said at the court meeting, he deliberately left the Tianshi Mansion and went to live in a private house in the city.
He also had a fight with the puppet of the national teacher who came to seduce him.
"Hmph, if he wants to show off, let him do it. He will learn his lesson only after getting hurt. Why bother competing with an evil sorcerer instead of refining the elixir?" Zhang Yan said casually, looking nonchalant.
Jin Jian knew that his master had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If he really didn't care, he wouldn't let him go over and watch.
Fortunately, although the alchemy priest was not good at fighting, he was stronger after all and managed to hold on.
Jin Jian tilted her head, squatted on her small stool, and said with her chin in her hand:
"Master, where does that demonic sect come from? If it's evil, why don't you eliminate it?"
Zhang Yanyi sighed, rubbed the female disciple's head lovingly, and sighed:
"Jin Jian'er, things in this world are not black and white. How could the old emperor not know the details of this evil way?
However, it was ultimately desire that was at work. With the favor of the royal family, he was appointed as the national teacher. This became an amulet and shield for him to walk the world openly.
Neither we nor the Shenlong Temple want to cause trouble for the royal family over such a trivial matter.
Now that the evil sect has lost its title of "National Master," it has been dragged into the vortex of the Xu royal family's internal strife. I'm afraid our Majesty is also considering eliminating it personally."
"As for his origins, he is nothing more than a demon from the Wuchang Sect."
Jin Jian held his chin with his hand and asked curiously:
"The people of the Wuchang Sect shouldn't understand the art of life and death, right? How could they come back to life from the dead?"
Zhang Yanyi said calmly: "The evil gods are inseparable. I guess it was the demon from the Underworld Cult who helped."
There are three major sects of evil sorcerers in the Dayu Dynasty, namely the Wuchang Sect, the Ming Sect, and the Baiyi Sect.
Among them, the Hades Cult worships the 'Ten Kings of Hell', also known as the 'God of Death', who is good at the art of life and death, while the White Clothes Cult worships the 'God of Funeral', who is good at cursing.
According to legend, masters of the Underworld Cult can summon the "Yellow Spring Phantom" in the world of the living to call back the souls of the dead.
Of course, this is a lot of exaggeration, and it is extremely difficult to come back to life from the dead, but some of the methods are indeed mysterious.
Jin Jian continued:
"I remember that the 'Chang God' worshipped by the Wuchang Sect controls human desires. The sorcerers of this sect indulge in lust wantonly, and if they want to make progress, they need to constantly find ways to absorb human desires and offer them as sacrifices to the Chang God."
Although she had not had much experience outside, she had all the basic knowledge in the mansion.
At this time, Zhang Yanyi suddenly raised his head and looked towards the southern sky. Red spider-web-like lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and a human face slowly emerged on the big banyan tree above his head.
"Jin Jian'er, let me teach you another piece of common sense. The Wuchang Sect was originally called the 'Wuchan Sect'. The word 'weihuzuowen' means that these sorcerers are the accomplices of desire. And every time a powerful Wuchang follower 'dies', the Chang God will appear and try to devour and take back the desire of the dead follower. It seems that the demon is already 'dead'." Zhang Yan said calmly.
Jin Jian stood up and looked at the dark clouds in the sky of South City in surprise. Faces seemed to emerge from the clouds.
The old Taoist priest took a step forward.
The next moment, the tall old Taoist priest appeared in the air outside the city.
The old priest, with his hair and beard fluttering and his narrow brows and long eyebrows, had a black robe that fluttered in the wind. He raised a scroll of translucent jade book in his hand and threw it lightly.
The jade slip of the Heavenly Book stretched out in the wind, and the golden ancient seal characters on it lit up, like stars floating into the clouds.
A roar of thunder.
The dark clouds dissipated.
The gods' weapons are released.
Under the clear night sky, a bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Zhang Yanyi casually tied the jade slip around his waist, yawned, turned back to the city, and cast his gaze in the direction of the magnificent imperial palace, muttering:
"You're lucky."
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In the imperial palace, inside the bedroom.
After bathing, Xu Zhenguan walked out of the clean hall in a long gauze dress, stood under the eaves and looked towards the south.
A green jade wind chime hanging on the eaves above my head swayed gently, making a crisp tinkling sound that was very pleasant to hear.
She narrowed her eyes, watching the dark clouds gather and disperse, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a trace of confusion appeared on her face.
"His Majesty?"
Mochou's bedroom was right next to the empress's palace, so she could be summoned at any time. She was also alarmed and came over.
Big Ice Tuozi was confused, "This is..."
There was a hint of uncertainty on Xu Zhenguan's pale face. She said softly:
"Just now, the rampant god descended upon the world and was dispersed by Zhang Tianshi."
"Ah." Mo Chou was stunned. She had just fallen asleep.
At this moment, she was not wearing a female official robe, but only a silk trousers with a coat draped over her shoulders. She was barefoot and hadn't put on her shoes yet. When she heard the word "Changshen", the sleepiness on her face disappeared immediately.
"Is there someone in the capital trying to provoke the evil spirit?"
As a mortal, she only had a vague understanding of matters of cultivation and made instinctive guesses.
Xu Zhenguan hesitated and was about to speak when suddenly, in the darkness, a serving eunuch flew over from a distance like a giant bird and knelt on the ground:
"Your Majesty, Ma Yan requests an audience."
Ma Dugong is here? So late? Mo Chou was stunned.
It was already past midnight and the palace gates had been closed long ago, so it was no wonder that the night watchman came to report.
Xu Zhenguan's expression became increasingly strange, and he said:
"What's going on with him? Is it related to that demonic Taoist?"
The offering reported:
"Ma Yan said that the police officer Zhao Duan and the Lihua Hall closed in tonight and took down the Kuangfu Society's Beijing branch. Zhao Duan also... killed the demon on the spot. The body has been brought here. Ma Yan and Zhao Duan are waiting outside. Ma Yan also said... there's something wrong with Zhao Duan, and Your Majesty is begging to investigate!"
After saying this.
The autumn wind blows through the night.
The bells under the eaves slowly stopped ringing.
Xu Zhenguan and Mochou fell silent at the same time.
Thanks to Dongshan Jianling for the 300-point reward
(End of this chapter)
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