Yuanmiao Mountain, the peak is already in the clouds.

After leaving the Danfang, Li Yu stretched out his hand to expand his chest, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and looked into the distance.

Yuanmiao Mountain is towering into the clouds, as if separated from the prosperous Bianliang and the immortals below.

In fact, what he and Lin Lingsu are planning here is the most common thing. Is this a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism? After all, it is a struggle on earth.

After walking a few steps along the winding path, he heard the chirping sounds. Li Yu felt a little familiar. He walked over and saw that there was a small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

The yard was surrounded by strange rocks, and two girls inside held hands and sat together, as if they had endless things to say.

Next to them, there was a small clay man wearing a wreath made of willow branches on his head. He also sat next to the two people with his cheeks on his back.

"Fujin?"

Li Yu was also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, she was still in Shenxiao Palace and was reminiscing about the past with Lian'er. Li Yu thought she had returned to the palace.

"Oh, Brother Li Yu." Zhao Fujin stood up and showed a very cute smile.

"How are you practicing? Are you lazy?" Li Yu asked casually a word.

Sure enough, Zhao Fujin wrinkled his nose and said, "Of course I've practiced very well. As soon as I met, I'm so annoying."

Li Yu touched his nose and laughed dryly, "I am used to preaching, and I have an occupational disease."

"Little Niba, hit him!" Zhao Fujin said with a smile.

The little clay man on the ground flirted with a fight, waved his fists and was about to jump up and hit Li Yu's knees.

Li Yu smiled and stretched out his hand, scooped it up, and wrapped it with spiritual power, wanting to test the progress of Zhao Fujin's Taoist Dharma.

Suddenly, he felt a faint resistance and a little annoyed.

mood?

Do clay people have emotions?

Li Yu was startled and jumped backwards, staring at the clay man, "Monster?"

Lin Lingsu suddenly appeared behind him, patted his shoulder, and said, "You were scared, are you?"

"Prince Lord, is this?" Li Yu was not just scared, he was so scared.

If the clay man has wisdom, what kind of magical power is that?

This is the legendary Nuwa's method.

Lin Lingsu smiled and said, "You are quite good at choosing people. Emperor Maode's talent is probably no longer something that can be described as amazing."

Li Yu put down the little clay man, and the little thing ran back to Zhao Fujin, holding her ankle in grievance.

Zhao Fujin picked up the little clay man with heartache and touched its head, "Little clay babe, brother Li Yu is joking with you."

Li Yu's understanding of Taiping Qing Chengshu can probably be said to be the number one person in the world, but he never thought that a villain formed by the power of the five elements can enlighten his mind.

To put it bluntly, these clay people, wooden people, and water people are just a ball of energy. They can open up spiritual intelligence to a ball of energy. The key is that she has just entered the Tao for a few months. This is not something she has cultivated, but her natural ability is only stimulated by herself.

He looked at Zhao Fujin, and there was a trace of indescribable feeling in his eyes. What exactly does this cute and innocent little princess exist?

Lin Lingsu pulled him aside and smiled and said, "Taiping Dao is an extraordinary Taoist sect, so there must be such extraordinary descendants. So I report to Your Majesty to keep the Emperor's Princess in Yuanmiao Mountain to avoid being harmed by evil people."

"Master, you really don't mind the trouble when you watch the fun."

"No matter what, she is a member of my Taoist sect, what are you afraid of?"

Li Yu shook his head. This person was too paranoid, but he was not qualified to say that he was. Lin Lingsu and himself were ultimately the same type of people. He was for the prosperity of the Taoist Bodhi, and he was for the last sentence of the twelve-word mantra: Can live forever.

Eternal life

The temptation to Li Yu is too great. Even if there is only one in a million or one in a billion chance, it is worth fighting for.

The three thousand great roads cannot live forever, and in the end it will be a world of emptiness, like morning dew, summer flowers, or dreams.

He had already obtained three volumes of books when he was in Taiping Qing. The road still looked very bright.

Xiao Jinlian couldn't wait to come over and asked, "Brother Li Yu, when will we go back to Lu'er Lane?"

"I won't go back for the time being." After Li Yu said that, seeing that she was a little disappointed, he said, "We may have to move a new home."

"Leave me a big house!" Zhao Fujin said loudly.

Li Yu chuckled and said, "Okay."

No matter what, Fu Jin is a trustworthy person, the most true and kind. Perhaps this is the origin of her special ability.

Lin Lingsu whispered: "We will finalize the details tonight and will take you to the palace tomorrow."

Li Yu nodded, and he was about to appear next. In this mixed city of Bianliang, a giant like Daxiangguo Temple declared war.

In order to get the Ruijin Art, he could only bite the bullet.

On the road to immortality, every step is full of thorns. If you do things against the will of heaven, you will not be too relaxed.

Soon, the golden crow fell and the bright moon hung high.

Xiao Jinlian and Zhao Fujin, who met again, were inseparable from each other and lived together. At this time, they had already hugged each other, hugged each other and fell asleep.

In the small pavilion on the top of Yuanmiao Mountain, Li Yu and Lin Lingsu sat opposite each other. The eight disciples in the Shenxiao Palace were responsible for guarding outside and no one was allowed to come in.

The eight disciples, all the Song Dynasty's prime minister, looked at each other in a curious manner from time to time. They didn't know who this young man was, and he had such a big pomp.

Master has never valued a guest so much. Unfortunately, Master set up a soundproof barrier, and they can't hear a word inside.

They both talked about it all night in the curious eyes of the disciples of Shenxiao Palace.

The next morning, the barrier dispersed, and Lin Lingsu told them to stay in Yuanmiao Mountain and not go out soon.

After all the disciples received the order, Lin Lingsu took Li Yu and floated down the mountain to the palace to face the saint.

This time, I entered the palace as a temporary worker last time. The treatment was very different, and the guards along the way bowed to them.

Lin Lingsu has been in Bianliang for many years, and his reputation is high and his holy relatives are high. But he knows the nature of Emperor Zhao Ji. No matter what he says, the emperor has a casual smell, as if nothing can attract his attention for a long time and win his favor for a long time.

So Lin Lingsu was anxious to overthrow the Daxiangguo Temple at this time. The flowers are not red for a hundred days, and who knows that one day the emperor's holy relatives will be gone.

In the Daqing Hall, Lin Lingsu and Li Yuxu stood respectfully in front of the abdomen. There were palace maids and eunuchs in the hall, all standing still.

This is Li Yu's second time entering the palace, but this is the first time he is so close to the emperor.

He couldn't help but glance around. The pillar patterns of Panlong Hall were decorated with beautiful decorations. The palace maids and eunuchs couldn't help but glance at the national master, with reverence in their eyes.

Li Yu, who was not valued, moved quietly, closer to the court pillar, and looked carefully. The map on the pillar was exactly the six heroes who were known to everyone in the Six Dynasties and knew about the world.

This incident caused the once extremely powerful man to fall down and laid the foundation for the coherence of the Six Dynasties. Li Yu has heard of many versions, and each of them is similar.

Lin Lingsu beside him, holding the sun and the moon in his left hand and the universe in his right hand, making a Taoist casual breathing posture, with his eyes half open and half closed, and he was in a state of concentration. Lin Lingsu had a poor background and had been a Su Shi's book boy. His current status and Taoism are inseparable from his diligence and talent.

"The saint is here!"

After a shout, the umbrella was covered with clouds, and a large group of palace maids and eunuchs came out with Song Lord Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji is in his forties this year, and he is in his prime in the Spring and Autumn Period. He is elegant and calm. He is wearing a straight-legged black shiny head specially worn by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, wearing a red shirt, and floating sleeves. He looks straight as if he is a god.

"Mr. Yuan Miao, who is standing beside him?" After seeing Lin Lingsu, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy, and he couldn't hide it, so he asked loudly.

"Back to Your Majesty, this is the head of the serious Taoist sect and the serious Taoist Li Yu."

"Li Yu, I met Emperor Daojun."
Chapter completed!