My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 196 The Art of Soldiers of Taoism, The Book of Zuo Lang
"The emperor's ascension to immortality is a major event in the world, brother Song and brother Xin, would you like to go and have a look?"

Wang Zhen said drunkenly.

Cheng Shilian on the side was unwilling.

"Why did you leave me alone?"

Wang Zhen put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Shangxian is an unlucky thing in the underworld. Brother Cheng lacks yang energy, so he can't watch it."

Song Lin and Xin Fair looked at each other.

Xin Pinggong is not a frail scholar. He used to be a knight who traveled all over the world with his sword, and he has never seen such a scene where the emperor ascends to immortality.

The two immediately agreed.

"Okay, when you arrive in Chang'an tomorrow, please wait for me under the ancient locust tree in the west of Baqiao. Tonight, you will temporarily stay at Wang's house at the west gate of Kaihuafang."

After all, Wang Zhen disappeared again.

This time, a jade pendant was left in place.

It seems that the meaning should be to let everyone take the jade pendant to live in Wang's house.

At night, everyone settled in the Wang family.

After eating and drinking, several people watched the moon and drank in the pavilion.

At this time, Cheng Shilian looked around and said in a low voice: "Everyone, have you noticed that the Wang family is very respectful to us?"

The Wang family is the Minister of Dali Temple, with a high position and authority. Song Lin and his group have the highest official position, that is, the county magistrate. It is reasonable to say that they are not even qualified to enter other people's houses. However, after they showed the jade pendant, their attitude changed drastically.

"Guess what I saw?"

"what?"

"I was passing by the Wang Family Ancestral Hall just now, and I accidentally found a tablet enshrining Wang Zhen."

If the guess is correct, Wang Zhen should be the ancestor of the Wang family.

The next night.

Cheng Shilian stayed at Wang's house temporarily, and the two went to wait under the ancient pagoda tree at Baqiao.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden storm, and a gust of wind came from the sky.

Turning into a team of troops and two army horses, it was immediately Wang Zhen and a one-foot-tall golden-armored general.

These people looked very different from living people, each of them looked blank, pale, and looked like ghosts and gods.

Seeing these people's hearts tense, Xin fairness calmed down.

Song Lin's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, which made the general appreciate it.

The two went forward to meet.

Hearing Wang Zhen's introduction, the general smiled and said, "The visitor is a guest. Since you have brought someone here, you must be responsible to the end. Don't neglect the guest."

"Yes!"

Wang Zhen conjured two paper horses, and Xin Gongping and Song Lin followed this strange army into Chang'an.

All the way without words, Song Lin thought deeply.

This general has a good cultivation base, judging from the yin energy emanating from his body, at least he has the strength to form a pill.

Xin Gongping seemed to have a foothold, otherwise he would not have been accepted by Wang Zhen and the general.

Not surprisingly, Xin Gongping should also serve as the general's subordinate after his death.

I can be regarded as being honored by Xin Fair.

"I didn't expect the situation to deteriorate to this point."

There should be a stronger backing behind these people.

The fate of the king of a country is so easily determined, and it is so easy for people to visit, which shows that the situation in the underworld has deteriorated to such an extent.

A group of people entered Chang'an.

An official who couldn't see clearly arranged for people to enter the temple.

"The time has not yet come. The emperor is blessed by gods. Forcing into the palace may delay the time. You wait here for the time."

Everyone stayed in the temple for several days.

The general waited impatiently.

Wang Zhen suggested: "There is a banquet in the palace, when the gods relax their vigilance, we will act immediately."

"Okay! Enter the palace to welcome you when you are in garrison!"

As night falls, the sky is surprisingly clear today, and the edge of the bright moon is a little red, which looks very eerie.

The procession entered from Danfeng Gate and passed through Hanyuan Hall, Guangfan Gate and Xuanzheng Hall.

All the way was unimpeded, and the generals guarding the gate seemed not to see everyone.

The general sent people to surround the place where the emperor held a banquet.

The general led a group of Yin soldiers into the palace.

Song Lin and Xin Gonggong followed closely behind.

In the main hall, music surrounds the beams, singing and dancing promotes peace.

The strange thing is that the candle flames on the Panlong Column showed a strange green color.

The banquet musicians were expressionless and numb, and the singers danced their bodies mechanically, as if they didn't see everyone.

The atmosphere was weird and the music was low, not like the joy of a banquet, but like the mourning of a funeral.

A middle-aged man in a golden dragon robe sat in the main seat of the main hall.

This is Li Chun, Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Chun seemed to know his fate, he watched the Yin soldiers silently, and kept staring at the singing and dancing in the hall.

Many Yin soldiers were waiting at the side, quietly watching the singer perform.

The atmosphere became very strange.

midnight.

The door of the palace opened quietly, and the shadow was long and narrow. A man with a strange beard, a green shirt and black trousers, a cape, and a strange human skin mask came in, with a figure like an ape.

Holding a golden dagger, the strange man said in a shrill voice, "The auspicious time has come!"

The general climbed up the steps holding the dagger, knelt down before the throne, and offered the dagger.

When the emperor saw the dagger, he became dizzy.

Then he was supported by the strange man and entered the West Pavilion.

After an unknown amount of time, the general seemed a little impatient.

"The opportunity to ascend to the clouds must not be delayed, hurry up and send the saint to Deng Yu!"

"Let His Majesty cleanse and undress first."

A thin, vicious voice came from inside the West Pavilion, followed by the sound of gurgling water, accompanied by the sound of wiping the body.

Xin fair shuddered.

The Holy Majesty didn't make any sound, and let the weirdo handle it like a corpse.

No, a corpse?
Could it be that the strange person killed the emperor, is this the Shangxian?
At this moment, Xin Ping's three views were impacted.

He grew up bathed in the grace of the emperor, even if the feudal town is separated and the emperor's power is not displayed, the emperor is the supreme existence in his eyes.

As a result, he was treated like a pig and dog, which made him a little unacceptable.

Song Lin's face was solemn at this moment.

There was an undetectable bloody smell coming from the West Pavilion.

If nothing else, the emperor should have been slaughtered.

And he also felt that there were several eyes watching here.

This ascension ceremony is not that simple.

I don't know how much attention there is.

Soon, the emperor came out with the help of the strange man.

He looked blank, with an expression of being indifferent to everything.

The general asked a few words in a mocking and laughing tone, asking if he was willing to be rich and honored in the world, and if he still had a peaceful heart.

The emperor replied that he had already seen it.

The general laughed!

"Welcome, go to Yuyu!"

The emperor boarded the sedan chair, and the team left along the Xuanzheng Hall.

There were court ladies and concubines kneeling on both sides, and Yuyu left the palace, shedding a strange line of blood.

While crying, they pulled Yuyu, reluctant to let the emperor leave.

The emperor turned his head to reassure everyone, saying that he had become a fairy, and then he and the Yin soldiers flew into the sky and disappeared like a thunderstorm.

In the corner of the palace, a young man in a fancy dress covered his mouth tightly, tears streaming down his face, if he covered his mouth or he would cry out by himself.

Song Lin and Song Lin were sent out of the city by Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen specially explained.

"You two don't need to panic, this is the magic of Taoism's military solution to immortality, and the golden sword just now is the object of military solution, the fate between you and me ends here! Go!!"

Wang Zhen turned into a dark wind and disappeared.

The next day, there was no news from the court, as if that night was just an illusion.

Xin and Cheng were promoted and released.

Song Lin was appointed Zuo Lang, responsible for the compilation of books in Hongwenguan.

This move was exactly what he wanted, and it was a good time to learn about the deeds of Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang and others.

There should be a lot of good things collected in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.

Song Lin moved into the official residence and waited for the handover of affairs before taking up his post.

It was a month later that the news of the emperor's death came out.

(End of this chapter)