The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 304 The young master's kindness and the senior's righteousness

Murong Longcheng was tall and imposing, with an extraordinary air about him, standing in the iron coffin.

His injuries had been healed by the Great Zhou Tian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and he looked intently at the people by the prison gate.

Everyone tried to appear calm. Zheng Fu stepped forward and said, "It is truly commendable that you have managed to escape from this predicament on your own."

Murong Longcheng remained expressionless, then a look of suspicion crossed his face: "Where is this? Wasn't it supposed to be in a secret chamber?"

Zheng Fu nodded: "Senior, this is the secret room."

Murong Longcheng sneered, "Why does this place look like a prison? Have you been deceiving me all along, fabricating lies to fool me?"

Zheng Fu smiled wryly and said, "It seems that you really don't remember anything at all, senior."

Murong Longcheng narrowed his eyes: "Even if I don't remember my family or the past, I still recognize this as a prison, and the people standing behind me are prison guards!"

Zheng Fu said, "Senior, this is indeed a prison, but it can also be considered a secret room, because only you are living here. Apart from the guards, there are no other people around."

Murong Longcheng frowned upon hearing this, but remained silent.

Zheng Fu hurriedly continued, "Senior has forgotten the young master's identity. As a prince of the Song Dynasty, the young master is in charge of the Imperial Guards and Infantry Division. This place is the military supervisory office of the Infantry Division, not an ordinary local prison. It has never imprisoned anyone, so it is used as a secret room."

Murong Longcheng asked in surprise, "Is the young master a prince of the imperial court? Is this a military prison?"

Zheng Fu nodded: "That's exactly right."

Murong Longcheng couldn't help but ponder, but he couldn't think of anything. After a moment, he said, "Since they are military supervisors who never imprison people, it makes sense."

Zheng Fu smiled and said, "Senior, you are wise."

Murong Longcheng looked down at himself, his expression changed instantly, and he roared angrily, "Who dressed me in burial clothes?"

Zheng Fu's lips twitched, and he hurriedly said, "It's not a funeral garment, it's not a funeral garment, it's a celestial robe. It's the one you requested back then, senior, saying that it could complement your cultivation technique. You asked someone to buy it from a shop under the Zhou Bridge. It's a purple robe with the Eight Trigrams design."

Murong Longcheng examined it carefully, his expression softening: "So it's a Taoist robe."

Zheng Fu smiled and said, "It is indeed a Taoist robe. Now that you are free, senior, why don't you go to the mansion?"

"In the manor..." Murong Longcheng looked at Zheng Fu without saying a word, feeling that the current situation was strange. Although he didn't remember many things, what the other party was saying was really too bizarre.

"I have forgotten many things, I don't even remember my own name. Tell me, who am I?"

Zheng Fu said, "Senior, your surname is Li, and your given name is Longcheng."

“Li…Longcheng?” Murong Longcheng muttered to himself, feeling a sense of familiarity rather than complete unfamiliarity, and a sense of peace settled in his heart.

"The senior is a descendant of Li Bai, the great poet and swordsman of the Tang Dynasty. His martial arts skills have reached a state of perfection, and he is rarely matched in the world. He went into seclusion in the mountains decades ago, and by chance, he became a disciple of the young master a few years ago."

"A descendant of Li Bai?" Murong Longcheng stroked his beard and nodded. "So I have such a background?"

"This..." Zheng Fu said, "It was the senior who claimed it, and the young master and we believed it, but there is no supporting evidence."

Murong Longcheng's face darkened, sensing that something was still amiss, and he said, "Young Master, he..."

Zheng Fu said, "By the way, senior, when you were in the coffin suppressing demons and recuperating, the young master wrote a letter and left it on you. You can take a look."

"Young Master left me a letter?" Murong Longcheng was taken aback, reached out towards the Eight Trigrams Immortal Robe, and then took out a letter written on parchment from his bosom.

He opened it and found a full thousand words, the handwriting both elegant and powerful, with the words "Senior" written at the top.

Murong Longcheng stared intently, his expression gradually relaxing, and he nodded repeatedly.

In his letter, the young man not only stated his identity and why he had gone mad, but also explained why he chose to feign death and recuperate in an iron coffin.

It was rumored that the iron coffin could shed its skin and remain in the world. If the demonic obstacle wasn't removed and he couldn't wake up, he would be reincarnated in this world again. And everything was his own doing, because he feared he wouldn't wake up and hoped that even if he died, he would be reborn in this world in his next life.

As for the layers of iron locks binding the coffin, that was something he requested himself, because he was worried that he wouldn't be able to suppress his demonic influence, would escape and cause trouble, or become a zombie and wreak havoc on the world.

Upon seeing the words "Senior's righteousness" at the end of the letter, Murong Longcheng couldn't help but sigh: "Young master is very kind, but I have caused you a lot of trouble."

Zheng Fu smiled and said, "Senior, this is not the place to talk. Let's go to the mansion instead."

Murong Longcheng carefully folded the letter and put it back in his bosom, saying, "Young master... where are you now? I'll go there to seek refuge."

Zheng Fu said, "There's no rush. The young master gave some instructions before he left. Senior, you should return to the Prince's Mansion first."

Murong Longcheng nodded: "Then let's go to the manor first."

Zheng Fu hurriedly led the way, and after leaving the military prison, they returned to the Prince of Yan's residence some time later.

Then, he sent people to cook and prepare food to entertain Murong Longcheng, and explained in detail during the meal the matter of Zhao Ti's trip to the Western Xia. Murong Longcheng said, "In that case, I will set off for Xingzhou tomorrow."

Zheng Fu said, "Senior, you should rest for two or three days before going. Young Master said that if you recover from your qi deviation and go out on your own, it would be better to stabilize for a few days."

Murong Longcheng pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master's consideration is very thorough. Then I will set off in three days."

After finishing his meal, as the afternoon drew to a close, Yu Er headed straight for the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Before long, several people left the building and took advantage of the gap when the west gate was about to close to leave Tokyo.

These men mounted their horses outside the city and then sped off towards Xingzhou...

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye. At Shenxiao Temple on Junyi Bridge Street in the southwest of the inner city.

Inside the main hall of the temple, the statues of the Three Pure Ones stand tall, exuding a primal solemnity and majesty; Lingbao possesses a refined and ethereal air; and Taishang has a kind and gentle countenance.

Emperor Huizong was offering incense to the statue of the deity with utmost respect, muttering incantations.

Lin Lingsu stood to the side, holding a water bottle in her left hand and a small drum in her right, her expression solemn and serious.

After Zhao Ji finished offering incense, he turned to Lin Lingsu and said, "Daoist Lingsu, it's time to continue teaching this king the orthodox methods of the Xuanmen."

Lin Lingsu nodded: "Your Highness, this way please."

They then went to a quiet room, and the two went inside. Zhao Ji did not come out until nightfall.

As the moon rose above the willow branches, candlelight was lit in the room, illuminating Zhao Ji's figure, who appeared to be sitting cross-legged with his palms facing upwards.

After another hour or two, Zhao Ji stood up and slowly walked around the room in circles, his movements resembling the Bagua steps, quite methodical.

A moment later, his shadow suddenly stopped, then he raised his arm, made a few strange movements, and waved his palm forward. A very faint sound, like thunder, was heard, and then Zhao Ji laughed loudly.

After waiting for a while, he left the room, and Lin Lingsu saw him off. When they arrived at the gate of the temple, Li Yan and his entourage were waiting. The group then left Shenxiao Temple.

Although it was midnight, there was no curfew in Tokyo, and lights were everywhere. Zhao Ji did not get into the carriage, but walked with his hands behind his back, looking smug.

Seeing his joy, Li Yan carefully flattered him, saying, "Your Highness, Your Highness is in such high spirits, you must have gained some profound knowledge."

Zhao Ji said with great excitement, "I've gained something, I've gained something! Now that I've entered the Xuanmen, as long as I cultivate diligently, I will become an immortal sooner or later."

Li Yan hurriedly said, "Then this humble servant congratulates Your Highness."

Zhao Ji nodded, seemingly thinking of something. He puffed out his chest and began to recite: "Heaven and earth, mysterious laws govern the universe; mountains and rivers, magnificent peaks and valleys, illuminate my gate; skillful maneuvering conceals the real and the unreal; the way of transforming all things endures forever..."

It was late at night, and the sound carried very far, causing chickens to jump and dogs to bark in many houses.

(End of this chapter)