Temple of Heaven.

Under the corridor of the palace, Hu Yanshou stood sluggishly, feeling dizzy as if he was on the edge of a cliff.

Dao Bu Gu died.

dead...

"The Sword Demon in the Imperial Abyss, where is my Sword Demon?"

The sharp questioning was like thunder in the dead silence of the hall.

"Qi... Qi reports to your Majesty, the old minister is confused." Hu Yanshou said tremblingly.

The golden mask came into view. The Barbarian Emperor looked down at him and said word by word:

"Pretend to be Hu Tu!"

Suddenly, he shouted angrily:

"You dare to lie again, there is such a stone!"

The Man Emperor strode back, his sacrificial dragon robe fluttering, and he punched a stone pillar in the hall.

With a loud sound of "Winter", the stone pillars turned into powder.

Hu Yanshou shuddered.

"As far as I know, Sword Demon came to you before leaving the Holy City. What exactly did you instruct him to do?"

The barbarian emperor was furious and his tone was sinister.

The great empire has lost a peak enlightened person, and the sword ghost cannot die in confusion!

"I know you want to rebel." The Man Emperor suddenly bent down and stared at Hu Yanshou quietly with a pair of heavy eyes without whites.

Hu Yanshou was so frightened that his soul came out of his body. For a moment, he really wanted to tell everything.

He was too exhausted, and the lonely city was crumbling, but the Han slave held him up forcefully, creating one miracle after another.

How could Dao Bugu die? It seems that no matter what kind of existence he is, as long as he steps into the imperial cemetery, he will be crushed to death by Han slaves.

Seeing that he was about to speak but stopped, the Man Emperor waited quietly.

This judge has been in a state of mental confusion recently, and there must be some secret he is hiding from the gods.

At this moment, the guards came and respectfully presented the secret letter.

The Man Emperor took it and flipped through it, his breath became increasingly gloomy, and he said in a deep voice:

"Gao Chaoen of the Tang Dynasty entered Yumen Pass and died suddenly after becoming a saint."

Hu Yanshou recovered from the frightening nightmare, knelt down and kowtowed, feeling extremely sad:

"The old minister is guilty and is willing to wait for death."

It turned out to be Gao Runfeng, the gelding!

"Say!" The Barbarian Emperor's anger gradually subsided.

Although it is a shame to exchange one for one, the empire has the care of heaven, and it is only a matter of time before enlightened people emerge from the abyss, and one less person will die in the East.

"The old minister learned that Gao Chaoen secretly visited Yumen Pass and was worried that the castrated dog had an agenda, so he begged the sword ghost to go and kill him. He never thought..."

"It's the old minister who overstepped his bounds, but the old minister is only interested in the glory of the empire."

Hu Yanshou reiterated his statement at the end, with tears flowing down his old face.

He was not pretending to cry, but the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time completely exploded.

A eunuch who was famous for his cowardly running away was willing to die for Gu Changan.

Gein, that Han slave, carries the most tenacious spirit of the Eastern Tu people. Once exposed, it will be like setting off billions of waves in the deep sea.

How excited and excited the Eastern Land will be at that time, how angry and frightened the Great Barbarian Empire will be.

His fate will be tragic beyond imagination.

Looking at Hu Yanshou's sorrowful appearance, he couldn't bear it and said softly:

"My dear, please rise. I will not blame you."

You will cut me into pieces... Hu Yanshou will burst into tears. If he could go back to a year ago, he would definitely lift the lid, but now he is stuck in the quagmire and can't get out.

"Go back." The Man Emperor waved his sleeves and drove towards the abyss.

Hu Yanshou walked out of the Jiuzong Palace without leaving his soul, and a carriage stopped next to him.

"Dad, it's good that you're fine." Hu Yanjing said with a hopeful heart.

Hu Yanshou stepped into the carriage silently.

"Gucheng, Gu Changan, is a natural disaster for me, I can't survive it..."

He suddenly burst out laughing wildly, hoarse like a howl, echoing deeply.

Hu Yanjing looked miserable, and in his heart, the Han slaves in the isolated city had become grotesque and like a demon.

"Looking for the Witch Buddha." Hu Yanshou's eyes widened, and he grasped the last straw when he was about to drown.

"Those four greedy Buddhas?" Hu Yanjing's expression suddenly changed, as if he was describing some great horror.

Witchcraft is not tolerated by Buddhism. What is a witch Buddha? It is a symbol of external saints and internal demons, the most cruel and vicious symbol in the world.

"Dad, do you know the reward for the witch Buddha's action!" He suddenly screamed, realizing that the voice was too loud and silenced, but his expression was particularly distorted.

Hu Yanshou was exhausted mentally and physically, and slowly moved his lips:

"It's nothing more than the money and land accumulated by the family. Give them all."

"After being exposed, the nine clans will be executed and the property will be confiscated."

How could it not be painful for Hu Yanjing to drink blood from his heart, and to give away the wealth he had worked so hard for generations to a shaman and Buddha so easily?

As my father said, when the lid is lifted, not to mention money, even the ancestral graves will be dug up.

"One last time."

Hu Yanshou rarely calmed down. If he failed again this time, he would have no ability to struggle.

"Dad, I have an ominous premonition." Hu Yanjing was panicking. He was almost desperate.

How can one person explode with such shocking power?

Dongtu used the phrase "The Foolish Old Man moved mountains, the Jingwei filled the sea" to describe perseverance. As long as you pay the price, you can always accomplish something.

But that Han slave is like the sea that will never dry up, and the mountains that will never see the edge.

"Leave it to fate."

After Hu Yanshou finished speaking, he closed his eyes to rest, perhaps because he didn't want to expose the weak tears in his eyes in front of his own son.

With Li Ping's divination and Gao Chaoen's death, the Central Plains is getting closer and closer to the truth, sooner or later.

Regardless of whether he kills Gu Changan or not, the outcome is already determined.

…

Jinling Academy.

The Qinhuai River is bustling with people, and colorful lanterns and boats are floating on the river.

The Master withdrew his gaze, looked at the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, and said calmly:

"I know your purpose."

The envoy composed himself and bowed deeply:

"I beg you, Master, to come out."

The library fell into a long silence.

The envoy spoke concisely and comprehensively:

"Yumen Pass will only lead to three places, the Barbarian Holy City, Mobei and the Western Regions."

"Since Dao Bugu has left the Holy City, it can be ruled out."

"Li Ping took a look at the west Fuyao wind. According to the stars, there is no west wind blowing in Mobei, and there is no Fuyao wind."

"Only the Western Regions are left, where Eunuch Gao died and the person in the portrait is there."

The master listened quietly but made no comment.

This should be the empress's analysis, and he agreed with it.

"Please ask the saint to go to the Western Regions and bring back the portrait man." The envoy stepped forward and begged.

"Sorry." Master shook his head, "If I move, the barbarians will have butchers hunting down the academicians."

The envoy was excited, his voice was no longer respectful, and he said in a deep voice:

"Peace flourishes with singing and dancing in Jinling. Maybe the person in the portrait is suffering in the Western Regions. Since he is a martial arts saint in the Central Plains, why not lend a helping hand?"

"What did Master say while standing in the academy thirty years ago?"
To be continued...