The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 378 Endless Accidents

Originally, the Fuyao clan was chosen to be the leader, assisted by the Shenyou, Jinyu and other upper clans, as well as the Sanyang Palace of Santian, the Beast Taming Sect and other longevity Taoist courts to suppress the newly opened world.

But less than a hundred years after the establishment of Jiuhua World, Jiang Zu received an urgent message, ordering Wu Yong to return to Jiuzhou first, and at the same time summoned Dugu Xian to enter Jiuhua World to replace Wu Yong.

This mysterious and urgent news made Wu Yong start to think a lot.

"Could it be that Ji Zu failed to break through? Is he dead?"

Urgent news, needing the immortal to return, but without much publicity. Isn't it obvious that something big has happened?

In this case, Wu Yong did not take the usual path. He immediately moved his mind and entered the mysterious fairyland beyond the high sky, overlooking the world. Then he began to search for the signs of Fengdu Youyou and Fuyao Mansion in the fairyland.

He took one step out of the fairyland, and the next moment he was in the spiritual world of Jiuzhou - Fuyao Mountain.

After Fuyao left, only the old butler Wu Feng who stayed behind in the mountain felt something. A sharp light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and the next moment he turned into a auspicious cloud and soared into the sky, chasing towards the side of the mountain gate.

"Sir, is that you?"

Wu Feng joined the Fuyao Wu Clan when he was over seventy years old. He just managed to build the Purple Mansion Dao foundation, and before his deadline, he was gifted by Wu Yong to refine the Gangsha and form the golden elixir. Now his elixir has been formed and his Nascent Soul has opened, ranking as a third-turn peak great wizard. However, he finally reached his own deadline and could not make any further progress.

This life has been a busy one for nine hundred years, and more than eight hundred years have been dedicated to the spiritual lands of Fuyao, the East China Sea and Qingyun Realm.

I just smelled that familiar yet unfamiliar breath and I didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Fortunately, the god-like Taoist priest was standing in the clouds with a smile on his face, as if he was waiting for him patiently.

"It's me, Manager Feng. You old man, you're even older now!"

Wu Yong waved his right palm lightly, calling the old man to his front.

He has never forgotten that since his first trip to Qingyun Realm, this unprepossessing old steward had begun his rise to prominence despite his age.

The old monk carries a bow to calm the rivers and mountains, and does not let the young bandits ruin his future.

He made an indelible contribution to the fact that the spiritual land of Qingyun Realm could serve as a huge territory for the rise of the Wu family.

"Yes! Thanks to the master for his kindness in the past, my path has finally come to an end. Every year is getting worse and worse."

"Only the master looks as good as he did in those days, even more heroic than before!"

Butler Wu Feng was old and thin, with the Phoenix Feather Bow still slung around his waist. Even as he mocked himself, he revealed an extraordinary aura.

The two of them, as king and subject, got along well and had a good joke with each other. The current Fuyao clan leader, the third generation of the Wu family - Wu Yi, also hurried over at this moment, and was the first to pay his respects to the ancestor and pay his respects.

"It's alright, you guys just do your job, I'll go to Yujing..."

Wu Yong talked to the two of them for a few words, and seeing that everything was in order in Fuyao Mountain, he gave them the Golden Elixir of Inspiration and told them of his intention to return.

Then he did not linger any longer, his body turned into a golden light that rushed up to the sea of ​​clouds and went straight to the Yujing ancestral temple. The divine light broke through the air so fast that only those with a fourth-level soul could barely sense the fleeting breath above the sky.

When Wu Yong had been away for a long time and the sun was at its highest point in the sky, he happened to enter the Kunlun Fairyland and quickly walked into the Imperial Palace.

Jiang Zu sat at the top, and the immortals who were free in the immortal court had already taken their seats here, including the Immortal Lord Zhenlong, the Immortal Lord Qingwei, the Immortal Yuhua, the Prince Qiongming, the Immortal Lord Jinwu...

"Greetings to the Heavenly Lord, and to all the Immortal Lords!"

"Zhixuan, I bow my head here."

Wu Yong strode into the imperial palace, and when he quickly walked to the palace vestibule, he stopped and bowed to the immortals. The true immortals also felt honored, and they all stood up from their seats and bowed to Wu Yong in return.

"Zhixuan Immortal Lord!"

"I have met the Immortal Lord..."

Among the four immortal kings in the history of the Immortal Court, the two ancestor immortals had too high seniority. Most of the immortals were juniors and naturally had no qualifications to ask the ancestor immortals to kowtow to them. The True Dragon Immortal King was born in the True Spirit Land, so this ceremony was not practiced.

Only Wu Yong, who came from a noble family, had the courtesy of bowing to fellow Taoists ingrained in his bones. As such, he naturally won the favor of the immortals.

"Wu Yong, you're back just in time."

Jiang Zu flipped out a jade book, threw it to Wu Yong with a flick of his finger. This jade book contained a lot of top-secret information. Even Wu Yong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after reading it, and stole his eyes to the Prince Qiongming on the side.

How could a person get into such a big disaster?
"May I ask, Heavenly Lord, where did you get this...one-sided statement from? How credible is it?"

After hesitating for a long time, Wu Yong spoke again, holding up the jade book and asked.

"What do you mean by one-sided statement? For such an important position, even a one in a hundred possibility cannot be tolerated!" The True Dragon Immortal Lord was filled with righteous indignation. He dissatisfiedly interrupted Wu Yong's question and glared at the prince fiercely.

"The rumor about the Yintu of Yanfu was brought up by Xuanjun. You should know its importance, right?"

"This is the prototype of the underworld in ancient history and legends. It is an important hub that concerns my fellow immortals and may also affect you and me in the future."

"The prince went against all odds and chose a reincarnation of an immortal god whose identity is unclear? Haha..."

After these sneering words were uttered, the audience fell into silence for a long time.

The prince is confused!

He simply thought that he had bet on the emergence of an Immortal Lord Zhixuan, and under pressure from many sides, he wanted to repeat what he had done before.

But who knew that the King of Yanfu, Meng Jun, would...

"It was Guyun Sou. He seemed to recognize Yanbu and revealed his identity when he accidentally met one of his incarnations."

Jiang Zu lowered his eyes and glanced at Wu Yong, then spread his hands.

What you mean is that the Yin Tu was created by you anyway, and as an outsider with no direct interest in the matter, you have the most say.

But the Immortal Scroll of the Great Emperor of Yanfu has already been used by that Meng Jun to enter the Dao, so what else can be done? Break into the Great World of Yanfu and sacrifice him, then nurture the Immortal Scroll of the Great Emperor of Yanfu for several generations and then choose another person to confer the Scroll?
Since the matter concerns the position of an immortal, other true immortals dare not speak on their own initiative.

"Just defeat him and replace him with a new Emperor Yanfu Yin. I think there are many scattered immortals who seek an immortal position but cannot get it!"

The real dragon snorted coldly, not feeling the need for any discussion. The old objects in the dust of history should be swept into the garbage dump.

But if it was really that simple, Jiang Zu would not have called Wu Yong in such a hurry. This was the first Immortal Lord to have a problem in the three hundred years since the establishment of the Immortal Court. If he were to kill him and give the Immortal Scroll to the next one, it would be like casting a deep shadow over the heads of the True Immortals. "Why don't you let me take a look first?"

Wu Yong raised the Jade Book and waved it, then shook his head and smiled at everyone.

The temperament of a true dragon is difficult to describe, and other immortal masters may not be able to handle it. The person who created the underworld, today's Immortal Lord Zhixuan, is the best candidate.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you!" Jiang Zu nodded slightly and threw the golden order from the imperial throne into Wu Yong's hand.

This order is just an ordinary letter on the case, but with this order, he is given enough power over life and death. No matter how he handles it, with the golden order in hand, he has the only right of interpretation.

Wu Yong took the golden order and bowed to the immortals. His eyes paused for a moment when they briefly intersected with the princes. He turned around and disappeared into the imperial palace, disappearing suddenly without a trace.

The next moment, Jiang Zu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and with a flick of his fingertips, he drew a mirror image in the imperial palace.

The scene was a dark and gloomy land. On the side of the steep peak, there stood a towering green stele with the name of "Youtian Mansion". Wu Yong appeared in front of Youtian Mansion the next moment, startling the Lord of Youtian Mansion, Wu Zhao, who immediately came out to see him...

"Ok?"

The immortals looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost.

Such a grown-up man, who was just talking with Jiang Zu, suddenly found himself in the world of Yamabu under the weeds in Qingzhou?

Only Jiang Zu understood that Zhi Xuan had mastered a magical power similar to the heaven outside the universe, which could pass through that distant sky and instantly descend to the place where the mark was left, and even cross the chaos and the worlds on the way.

"The way of the spiritual official is that all beings in heaven will appear in response to the sound?"

He's a good candidate for putting out fires everywhere!

Wu Yong stepped into the Yin Land of Yanfu, but he did not say much to Wu Zhao. He went straight into the center of the Yanfu Emperor's Palace. However, Wu Zhao, who came out to greet him with great joy, was disappointed. However, Wu Zhao did not say much either. He stood alone in front of Youtian Mansion, waiting for Wu Yong...

According to the normal etiquette of the nobles, if a guest wants to visit, he must ask someone to inform in advance. But today, the most legendary immortal in the world, Zhixuan Xianjun, came in person, which still made Mr. Meng and his Taoist partner, the legitimate daughter of Tanghua Wang, feel honored.

The Taoist boy in front of the Yamafu Palace hurried inside to report, and Mr. Meng and his wife went out of the palace to greet them. Mr. Meng's rise came from marrying into the third-rank family, the Tanghua Wang family, which earned him the attention of Qiong Ming and eventually led to him receiving this immortal certificate.

To be honest, Meng Jun himself was flattered. He had never expected that he would be pushed to this position by the Qiongming clan. At the same time, he was extremely humble and cautious in his dealings with the immortals.

"My dear, I asked the boy to fetch the spiritual dew earlier, but I'm afraid he's too lazy to do it. I'll go and urge him again!"

Seeing that the immortal was seated, he looked around and talked about other things, and was slow to get to the point. The Wang family's eldest daughter was sensible, so she found an excuse and left.

The entire imperial palace was left to the two of them.

Wu Yong smiled as he looked at the graceful figure that was slowly leaving, and deliberately praised her, "Mr. Meng is so lucky!"

If you count it, Tanghua Wang family is a branch of Qiongming, and is a sister clan of Yunshui Wang family. They also have a close relationship with Fuyao, so he didn't need to embarrass them. When Meng Jun personally stood up to pour tea, he gently placed the jade book on the table, and then moved it in front of him along the table.

"I dare not, I dare not... Immortal Lord, what is this?"

The gentle Yin Emperor Meng Jun gently opened the jade book with doubt, but the next moment he saw the contents, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he froze on the spot.

Looking at the smile on the handsome face of Lord Zhixuan, Meng Jun smiled bitterly, as if all the strength in his body had been removed.

"My Lord...I..."

"I came back from the void. At first, I didn't know who I was. I left Nanzhou, passed through Xihuang, stayed in Dongjiao, looked for Qingyou, and visited Penglai. After two hundred years of changes, when I returned to Nanzhou, I was just Mr. Meng."

What was his previous life like? The person who survived the reincarnation of this era might not necessarily follow the path of his previous life. At the very least, Meng Jun believed that he was born in the era with a clean family and was from the sixth rank Meng family in Nanzhou. Although his family was in decline, he was still the inheritor of the Meng family's bloodline. He entered the Tao since he was a teenager and solved the mystery in the womb.

"I am not the kind of person who tries to survive with all his heart and tricks. I was just born and raised in Kyushu..."

Meng Jun only felt a dryness in his throat, but he didn't want to be beaten to death because of this, so he hoped to argue his case again.

"You can also try to fight back. If you are good enough, maybe I will let you go for the sake of the prince."

Wu Yong picked up the cup of hot tea, gently stirred the already soaked green leaves, and encouraged.

This remark made the hearts of the immortals watching in the Immortal Palace beat wildly, and the True Dragon Immortal Lord couldn't help but glare at the prince coldly, but no one dared to accuse the Xuan Lord in front of Jiang Zu.

The two people in the field were still talking silently. Meng Jun slowly shook his head, even though he might really have a little bit of remaining skills to give it a try.

"I have a loving and beautiful wife, happy children, and the Nanzhou Meng family also has several elders who raised me."

"It would be best if the Immortal Lord could listen to what I say. Otherwise, you can take the imperial throne. As for me, it is destined that I will be inferior to my wife and children..."

He really didn't dare and didn't want to resist this immortal monarch who was more mysterious than him. Meng Jun even suspected that this Xuan Jun was the reincarnation of the emperor? What's more, Jiang Ji's second ancestor was a figure comparable to the emperor. It would be better to accept the judgment of the gentlemen. At least he could save his wife and children, which was enough consolation!

"Oh? You're quite open-minded."

"Can you tell me which era and which side you are from?"

Wu Yong took a sip of tea, and his immortal eyes were full of intertwined causes and effects, but he was slowly evaluating Meng Jun's score, whether he could stay, whether he should stay, and whether it was necessary to stay...

"I'm just a wanderer in the mountains, there's nothing much to say." Meng Jun sat beside the desk without any resistance, allowing Wu Yong to do whatever he wanted.

For a moment, there was a silence in the Yama Palace and even in the Immortal Palace.

"I understand!" Wu Yong nodded slightly, stood up immediately, glanced down at Meng Jun, and took out a golden order from his sleeve.

"Whether you are black or white, you cannot control this land of Yama."

"You must know that in the past, Zhenwu achieved enlightenment by going through many tribulations and exterminating demons, and his military exploits were rewarded with blood. You now have no qualifications to inherit the throne of Yama."

"But I do think that if it is just the reincarnation of an immortal god from ancient history, then it may not necessarily be unacceptable to you. Since you have already offered the Yanfu Yin Emperor's Talisman, you should have corresponding Taoist skills to match it, right?"

Such a huge fairy court may not be unable to accommodate a Yin Emperor. If he is really killed, and if Qiong Ming later reveals that it is related to Yuxu, and the immortals are related to the various sects, how can we use this as an excuse?
But it's just a small immortal scroll, so it's worth spending a fortune to buy horse bones and give it a try...

Wu Yong threw the decree in front of Meng Jun and ordered:
"You should take away the authority of the underworld and enter the Immortal Court to exorcise evil spirits and conquer all kinds of things. Then you can talk about the affairs of the underworld. In the meantime, let the two palace masters take charge."

"Mr. Meng, it doesn't matter what you said. You are all watching what you did."

"This is your only chance to truly be called Nanzhou Meng Jun!"

(End of this chapter)