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Chapter 319 The monk who blew himself up (please subscribe)

Go to the capital.

It was still dark in the morning, and the goose-feather-like snow had been falling all night, but it had no intention of stopping. On Yumen Street, close to the upper city of the palace, a grand procession in gorgeous clothes was heading down the mountain in the snow. The spreading stairs slowly lead towards Xicheng District.

This is the emperor's guard of honor. Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. The emperor needs to go out of the city to worship heaven and earth. Civil and military officials have already been prepared on both sides of Yumen Street. They bring their families and wait for the arrival of the emperor's honor guard.

On both sides of the main street in Xicheng District, there has long been a human wall composed of forbidden troops. Behind the human wall are countless people kneeling, praying devoutly for their New Year wishes. Incense fills the sky over the entire city, and golden streams of light fall from the clouds. Converging into dazzling whirlpools.

This kind of Shangjing City should be regarded as the ultimate development of civilization today.

On a steep cliff near the imperial palace on Yumen Street, there is a well-proportioned mansion. There is only a "nine" character on the plaque on the door of the mansion.

Deep in the mansion, in a garden with complete pavilions, surrounded by rockeries and dotted with water pavilions, Jiang Cun faced the warm winter sun and leaned lazily on the edge of the fish pond, holding a jade box containing fish food in his hand. , throwing a few fish food from time to time to tease the goldfish in the pond.

There was a large stage opposite the fish pond, and a violinist was playing a cheerful piece of music. Jiang Cun looked very happy when he heard it.

After the song ended, Jiang Cun moved his head out of boredom and looked at a colorful spiritual bird falling from the sky. This was the spiritual bird used by Xia Yao and him for communication. It could fly directly to the upper city.

When he picked up the letter carried by the spirit bird and read through it, a figure landed steadily on a rockery nearby. It was Xia Ji, who had been with him to surround and assassinate Wang Ping's assassin.

Jiang Cun waved to the luthier on the stage. After the luthier left, he lowered his head and read the letter in his hand.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Xia Ji, "Shenshi on the afternoon of the tenth day of the lunar month, Fenglou Xiyuan, Xicheng District."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ji flashed and landed next to Jiang Cun, saying, "With some skill, I can't even find that place on the tenth day of the lunar month."

"I'm not inviting you or me, I'm just inviting my second brother!"

"Second Prince? For the registration of Daozang Hall?"

"This is what he came to the capital for."

Jiang Cun stood up and threw all the fish food in his hands into the pond, then threw the jade box casually to the ground, glanced at Xia Ji, and walked to the pavilion in the middle of the courtyard, asking as he walked: "Who are our enemies? "

"No matter who there is, there are you and me, and then we invite a Third Realm monk, plus Taoist Priest Changqing himself. We won't be afraid of anyone in a short period of time. As long as we spend this 'short period', the show will be good." Officially staged…”

Xia Ji rubbed the corners of his mouth. He seemed to want to laugh just now, but he used physical means to stop his smile, and then continued: "Are you looking forward to this good show?"

"Do not expect!"

Jiang Cun took two quick steps, walked to the pavilion and sat down, looking at the palace completely shrouded in golden light, and said: "I live a carefree life on my own island every day. I occasionally practice Qi and study interesting things. If you don’t want to practice magic, you can drink, play chess, fish, listen to opera, or go to my brother’s island to change the air.”

"Don't look at me with that look. The dragon bloodline can keep me alive for thousands of years. I'm only over 1,200 years old now. I have plenty of time to practice slowly. Even if I can't advance to the fourth realm, I can still use it." If the elixir and spiritual power last another one or two thousand years, then I may not be able to live a meaningful life."

After hearing what Jiang Cun said, Xia Ji's eyes showed envy, but the envy only passed for a moment, and then he said: "What's the use of saying this now? You have to look forward to it even if you don't expect it!"

Jiang Cun glanced at Xia Ji angrily, "You said so, go arrange someone? Who are you going to arrange?"

"Demon Suppression Division, Niu Man!"

"That's okay. Then you ask him not to leave five feet away from fellow Taoist Changqing. Although it is unlikely, but if the other side invites two third-level gold cultivators to raid, if they succeed in the raid, Shangjing City will suffer because of a sudden attack. Destroyed by the wrath of the prince, although this city is destined to be destroyed!"

"No, Shangjing City will last forever!" "You are right. Now, go do something?"

Xia Ji was about to leave, but when he reached the entrance of the pavilion, he turned around and asked, "Do you think that if we expose his whereabouts now, will we help him make a decision in advance?"

Jiang Cun replied with a half-smile, "If you want to destroy Xicheng District now, you can do so."

"I was just kidding..."

Xia Ji had a smile on his face, and when he turned around to leave, there was a sudden roar in his ears.

It came from the direction of His Majesty the Emperor's guard of honor.

"Anyone else begging for death?"

"should be!"

There were no surprises for the two of them.

When His Majesty the Emperor goes out to perform sacrifices, he occasionally encounters some monks who are dissatisfied with him and attack the emperor by exploding a sea of ​​energy.

Only this time, the roar continued and did not stop until more than ten breaths later.

When Jiang Cun and Xia Ji heard the second roar, they jumped up to the observation tower at the highest point of the mansion and looked towards the main street of Xicheng District.

The emperor's guard of honor was still extremely majestic, but in front of the guard of honor, countless severed limbs and arms and blood filled the street. The self-destruction of those monks only caused disaster to the people on both sides of the street wall and a small number of forbidden troops.

But the people did not blame their Emperor for this. Instead, they cheered enthusiastically, and their fanatical faith turned into a raging golden stream of light that gathered in the sky above Xicheng District, absorbing the broken limbs and blood on the streets.

But in the blink of an eye, the streets became clean again.

As the people shouted long live, His Majesty the Emperor's honor guard continued to move forward. No matter the imperial army, the people, or the officials who followed, they were not moved at all by the previous attack.

"The attacks are becoming more and more frequent!" Xia Ji sighed.

"Because the conflicts are becoming more and more tense, even if those people don't come to die, they have no future."

After Xia Ji finished speaking, he stopped talking and disappeared from the observation deck in a flash.

Jiang Cun looked up at the sky. The countless golden lights in the sky were so dazzling and beautiful. "Divinity should not be used to rule. Use it to stabilize spirituality. I'm afraid that the spiritual rampage will be even more terrifying."

After he finished talking to himself, he smiled mockingly to himself. After smiling, he ducked and landed on the edge of the pond. He waved to the servant in the distance, signaling for the violinist to come over and continue playing.

After listening to the sound of the piano all morning, when the piano player retired to rest, Jiang Cun stood up slowly, looked at the goldfish in the pond, patted his head as if he remembered something, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, I almost forgot. Tell my second brother."

As he spoke, he turned into a stream of light and headed towards the study.

(End of this chapter)