Zhang Xiaozu learned the identity of the old Taoist from Taoist Qinglian. Leng Buding was startled and quickly saluted respectfully: "Brother...disciple Zhang Xiaozu, please refer to the head master."
He lowered his head, his expression indescribably embarrassed.
Counting the time, it has been more than two years since he became a disciple of Sanqingguan, but he has never been back to the sect, so much so that he doesn't even know his own leader. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone.
What made him even more guilty and blushing was that when he returned home this morning, he actually noticed the fortune-telling stall not far from the door, and even glanced at Yu Chengyang.
Although he sensed that Yu Chengyang's aura was extraordinary and might not be an ordinary Taoist, he never imagined that this old Taoist was actually the head of his family, the Great Heavenly Master Chengyang of Sanqing Temple.
"Thank you, Uncle Master, for taking care of me!" Zhang Xiaozu quickly thanked him again.
Only then did he realize that the person who was secretly helping him was not Su Hanlin, but Yu Chengyang.
Yu Chengyang waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "I wanted to help you keep Shen Wenze here, but instead of staying, he injured himself instead. It's really useless."
"Uncle, you are serious. If Shen Wenze hadn't had many saintly powers to save his life, he would have been slapped to death by you. There are many people here and it is noisy. Disciple, please find a quiet room for you to rest."
"No need." Yu Chengyang waved his hand and said, "Go to the mourning hall. I will burn some paper money for the old butcher and give him a ride."
Zhang Xiaozu obeyed the order, but first he helped Yu Chengyang to a side room of the main hall, gave him two drops of Wutong Tears, and let him heal his wounds.
Yu Chengyang accepted it with surprise, but he was not willing to use Wutong Tears to heal his wounds. Instead, he took a few other pills.
After Shen Wenze led others to make such a fuss, the tense atmosphere surrounding Guowei Mansion calmed down.
The Kyushu cultivators who were originally hiding in the folded space above Guowei Mansion could not wait to attack Zhang Xiaozu, but after seeing the terrifying combat power of Zhang Xiaozu and others, they all began to tremble.
The head of the Shen family, Shen Wenze, led four powerful masters of the destruction realm and plunged into the Guowei Mansion without even raising a wave.
If Shen Wenze hadn't had the power of a saint to save his life and escape by chance, all five members of the Shen family would have been buried in the Guowei Mansion today.
This majestic palace is simply a ghost gate that can only be entered and cannot be exited. If you want to kill Zhang Xiaopou and his family to go to the Shen family to receive the award, you have to weigh your own strength.
So the originally tense situation suddenly returned to peace and quiet.
In the middle of the night, Yu Chengyang woke up after adjusting his breathing, walked out of the side room and came to the mourning hall.
Zhang Xiaozu wanted to get him some food, but he refused and stopped him. Then he walked to the coffin, sat cross-legged, and added some paper money into the clay pot for burning paper money.
"Uncle, do you know where my master has gone?" Zhang Xiaozu sat down next to him and asked in a low voice.
Since hearing Yaxuan say goodbye, he has not seen Master Tianwu again. The sadness of Zhang Butcher's departure made him miss his master even more.
"Your master..." Yu Chengyang's mouth suddenly twitched, and he raised his forehead and said, "I was caught stealing something."
"..." Zhang Xiaopou was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it." Yu Chengyang looked shy and waved his hands, unwilling to mention it more.
"Master, has he been... put in prison?!" Zhang Xiaozu asked in surprise.
"Um"
"Is that going to be dangerous? Is there a way to rescue the old man?" Zhang Xiaozu said with a worried look.
"It's okay, I will be released after another two years."
"Well……"
Seeing that Zhang Xiaopou was worried about his master, Yu Chengyang sighed and said: "You should solve your own trouble first. In the current situation, it is not a bad thing that your master is locked up in a prison."
"That's right." Zhang Xiaozu nodded and smiled bitterly, thinking that it would be good for Master to stay in prison and avoid being implicated by him, but he was afraid that life would be a bit harder.
Thinking that he had brought trouble to his master, he quickly apologized to Yu Chengyang and said, "Master, I'm sorry, this disciple has brought trouble to our master."
"Master, you don't need to worry about it. I have already dismissed all my disciples. Now Sanqing Temple is nothing more than an empty temple." Yu Chengyang said.
"Ah?! This..." Zhang Xiaozhu felt that he had sinned too much.
"Hmph!" Yu Chengyang suddenly snorted angrily and said with an angry expression: "You haven't seen how excited and impatient those little bastards were when they heard that I asked them to go down the mountain.
It didn't even take half an hour, I was the only one left in the whole temple, and even Zhao Laizi, who was lighting the fire in the kitchen, disappeared."
"..." Zhang Xiaozhu was dumbfounded. What Yu Chengyang described was completely different from the picture he imagined.
Yu Chengyang twirled his beard with one hand and added paper money to the pottery basin with the other. He stared at the coffin for a long time and suddenly asked: "Boy, do you think... is the old butcher really dead?"
Butcher Zhang's extinguished soul lamp told him that Butcher Zhang was indeed dead, but when he looked closely at the faces of Zhang Guangyao and Zhang Xiaozu, he found that there seemed to be a glimmer of hope hidden in them. Although it was very vague and difficult to detect, he still caught it.
"Uncle, isn't my grandpa dead?!" Zhang Xiaozhu perked up after hearing this and lowered his voice and asked excitedly.
Yu Chengyang looked at Zhang Xiaozu in surprise and said, "Didn't the old butcher go into the ruins with you? Shouldn't you know best whether he is dead or not?"
Zhang Xiaozu glanced into the mourning hall behind him.
He was not afraid of being overheard by outsiders, but afraid of being overheard by his father and others.
They had accepted the fact that Butcher Zhang was dead, and were recovering from their grief under Huang Daonv's persuasion. Zhang Xiaozu did not dare to give them a slim hope, otherwise they would have to endure another injury after the hope was shattered.
Yu Chengyang made a secret in his hand, and the space around him suddenly fluctuated slightly, and he said, "Speak, others can't hear our conversation."
"Grandpa was indeed dead, but I used the tears of the sycamore tree to revive him. However, the trunk of the sacred sycamore tree suddenly exploded, and a strange wind blew and sucked him away.
I thought that the old man came out of the ruins early, but after I came out of the ruins, what I got was the sad news that the old man's soul lamp was extinguished." Zhang Xiaozu briefly told what happened.
"That means you didn't witness the old butcher's death?" Yu Chengyang asked in surprise.
"No. Master, is there any situation that would cause the soul lamp to go out, but the person is still alive? Is it possible that the old man was sucked to the underworld by that strange wind?"
"Wouldn't it mean death if you were sucked into the underworld?"
"Well……"
"There are some special circumstances that will indeed cause the soul lamp to go out, but the person is still alive. Let me think about it." Yu Chengyang twirled his beard, frowning and lost in thought.
However, I thought about this all night, and in the end I fell asleep sitting there. I don't know whether it was because the injury was not healed properly or because I was too tired from thinking.
…
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
At seven o'clock in the morning, in the Jinluan Hall of Huangji Hall, all the ministers knelt on the ground and shouted long live the mountain.
But the person sitting on the dragon throne was not Su Hanlin, but the prince Su Hui.
To be precise, it is the new emperor Su Hui.
Su Hanlin abdicated and became the Supreme Emperor.
However, today is just a verbal abdication, and the formal abdication and enthronement ceremony will be held on the first day of the first lunar month.
"Huh...these shoulders are finally relaxed." Su Hanlin stretched his shoulders and walked down the hall.
The ministers could not help but lower their heads and smile bitterly. They did not understand why Su Hanlin was so anxious to give up his throne, as if he was playing house in a hurry.
But from their point of view, it is not a bad thing, as it will save the princes who have sealed the title and left the capital from worrying about this position every day and causing some trouble in the end.
"I'm going to attend the funeral for your Uncle Zhang, will you go?" Su Hanlin looked back at Su Hui who was sitting on the dragon chair and asked.
"My son, you should go." Su Hui responded.
Su Hanlin shook his head and said, "You should say me."
Su Hui straightened his body and said to the ministers in the hall: "My dear friends, please come with me to see the old general on his last journey."
"Yes!" The ministers accepted the order.
Su Hanlin and Su Hui sat together in a dragon chariot.
In front of Su Hanlin, Su Hui was still very reserved.
"How do you feel sitting in that position?" Su Hanlin asked, breaking the reserved atmosphere.
"I'm not afraid of my father's jokes. I just felt a mountain of ten thousand feet suddenly pressed down on my shoulders, making it difficult for me to breathe." Su Hui replied truthfully.
Su Hanlin said: "Dasu is a mountain. You can carry the mountain on your shoulders, or you can stand on the top of the mountain and be carried by the mountain.
You carry the mountain on your shoulders, and the people are happy.
The mountains bear you, and the people suffer.
Whether the people are lucky or miserable depends on your thoughts."
"Father, thank you for your hard work. From today on, I will carry this mountain on my back, continue to work hard in the direction of your efforts, continue to move in the direction of your progress, and educate the children and grandchildren of the Su family just like you educate your children.
Descendants." Su Hui said in a sonorous voice.
He has ambitions in his heart and wants to do better than Su Hanlin.
…
Guowei Mansion.
At ten o'clock in the morning, relatives pay their last respects to the remains and then cover the coffin.
The coffin was empty, with only clothes on it.
There is no body, and even a final look at the remains is a luxury, which makes Zhang Guangyao and other relatives even more sad and sad.
Thumb thump thump——
Zhang Xiaozu tried hard not to cry, but the sound of hammering coffin nails instantly made tears fall from his eyes.
The people who had come from afar, all with tears in their eyes, came out of the Guowei Mansion and walked to both sides of the street to prepare for the funeral.
"Uncle, the time has come and the coffin is ready." The deacon stepped forward to ask Zhang Guangyao for instructions.
Zhang Guangyao nodded.
"Wait a minute." Su Hanlin walked out of the side room of the main hall, Su Hui followed behind him.
He and Su Hui had been here for a while. After paying homage to the remains, they did not go back immediately. Instead, they waited in the side room without leaving.
"What are your instructions?" Zhang Guangyao stepped forward and asked.
Su Hanlin walked straight to the coffin and said as he walked: "General Zhang has been carrying a heavy burden for Da Su for most of his life. Let me carry Big Brother through this last journey."
He actually wanted to carry the coffin for Butcher Zhang.
"I am absolutely reluctant to part with you!" Zhang Guangyao was startled when he heard this, and quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying: "Your Majesty is a man of millions of gold, and you must not let the coffin desecrate your nobility."
"I will also accompany my father to carry the old general for a while." Su Hui stepped forward and said.
