Chapter Thirteen: Forgotten River Gifts, Thirty Years Longevity
Another two days passed and the little girl was still missing. Bai Ye was very anxious, but he did not dare to go out and look for her. He was afraid that if he left, the little girl would not be found when she came back.
On the fourth day, Bai Ye's heart sank to the bottom. He walked out of the ruined temple and prepared to go into the city to search. He saw a notice at the city gate: The Chu army was completely destroyed, King Xiang was killed, and the King of Han will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor in three days, and grant amnesty to the world.
March!
There was a bloody black-armored corpse hanging on the city gate. If Bai Ye didn't know that he had rescued King Xiang, he would definitely have thought that it was King Xiang, as he looked exactly the same.
After traveling around several nearby cities for three months, there was still no sign of the little girl, so she returned to the ruined temple alone at night.
He told King Xiang about the corpse on the city gate. King Xiang squinted his eyes and said: "Awesome, everyone thinks that is King Xiang, so it doesn't matter whether I, King Xiang, are true or false. The world is determined by anyone else."
To raise an army is to rebel!"
King Xiang rested his head on a torn futon and closed his eyes to rest. He was fascinated by a sense of peace that he had never experienced before.
Bai Ye didn't want to worry about that with him, secretly thinking that the little girl must have something to do, and with the power of Dragon City, there would be no problem in protecting her safety.
After some thought, he carved a line of words on the belly of the Buddha statue: Girl, if there is a brother-sister relationship, we will meet here today in five years. Then he signed the date.
He decided to enter the demonic path and witness a broader world.
Bai Ye turned around and asked King Xiang: "What are your plans for the future? Do you want to practice Taoism?"
Even the saints of the Demon Sect advised him to practice demon cultivation. His qualifications must be extremely good. Now that he is alone and carefree, he can concentrate on cultivating Taoism.
To his surprise, King Xiang shook his head and said lightly: "I don't want to live forever. For me, if I live my life in an ordinary way, I will have no regrets."
"By the way, what's the name of that little girl? I might as well take care of you when I meet her in the future." King Xiang put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs. When he spoke, he changed his laziness and asked in a very serious tone.
"Murong Mingzhu!"
In the evening, Bai Ye paid for it, and the two had a farewell drink at the largest inn on the outskirts of the city. They cherished each other and left alone early the next morning.
"Brother, you will definitely be able to live forever..." King Xiang muttered to himself as he looked in the direction he was leaving.
The Demonic Path has very few disciples in the Black Dragon Sea in the far north. It is the most low-key among the seven great sects.
Beihai, Nanling, Western Desert, Eastern Wasteland, and Central China.
"This is the world in the eyes of a sage...divided according to Taoist power." Bai Ye clearly remembered every word King Xiang said.
He was very curious at the time: "Then why are there only five places?"
King Xiang replied: "People...are everywhere, but ghosts live in the underworld, so there is no territorial division."
Along the way, we traveled through mountains and rivers in the white night, traveling thousands of miles to the North Sea to find the magic door...
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Xianyang Palace, the former Qin Emperor's Palace, is the most supreme place in the world. There are groups of palaces, splendid and resplendent. With the arrival of the King of Han Dynasty, the imperial spirit was reunited, even more than in the past.
At this time, in the Qiankun Hall of the Imperial Palace, there were people laughing and laughing, as if they were close friends having a drink and chatting, without being formal at all.
"My lord, I have already calculated that a quarter of noon tomorrow will be an auspicious time. The Ziwei star will be at its peak in the year. At that time, my lord will obey the destiny and receive the protection of the Emperor star. The Han Kingdom will surpass the previous dynasty and sweep across the eight wastelands and Liuhe!"
Zhang Qing said.
During the Battle of Liwujiang, Zhang Qing, as a sage counselor, was recognized by almost everyone in the counselor circle. His reputation as the best counselor in the world was the highest honor in his life.
After Zhang Qing said this, King Xin of Qi, King Xiaohe, and King of Han all laughed openly.
"Dry!"
The four of them raised their glasses, raised their heads, and drank the whole drink.
When the wine was half drunk, the King of Han stood up, stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to take it easy, turned around and walked quickly towards the Yangxin Hall.
At the wine table, Qi Wangxin asked in a low voice: "Can't the destiny of the King of Han resist that Ghost Thirteen?"
Three days ago, a mysterious man came to Xianyang, hiding in a black cloak. He said he came to congratulate the King of Han, and reported a terrifying place!
Forget the city of Chuanchuan!
This place that only exists in legends is closely related to the underworld in ancient mythology.
It is said that Wangchuan City exists in the underworld, the capital of the underworld. No one knows whether it is true or not, but there must be saints in this world who have mastered the power of heaven and earth.
Zhang Qing shook his head and said nothing. He raised his wine glass and the three of them had a drink and did not mention this topic again.
You don't talk about the strange power that confuses the gods. Mortals are most afraid of the things of ghosts and gods.
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In the Yangxin Hall, the King of Han and the Heipeng people were talking. Unlike in front of other people, the King of Han's attitude was quite reserved.
He had met Liu Sheng's master before, an old man with an immortal demeanor, who came from the Taize Temple of the Shinto, and was also easy-going.
But this Ghost Thirteen is different, because the place he represents gives a terrible impression to mortals. It is a place of reincarnation, a place where people go after death.
And those who come out there must not be alive. Liu Sheng's master once mentioned this inadvertently.
"Why is the Thirteenth Young Master looking for the body of the Crown Prince of Chu?" King Han was stunned when he heard the reason why Thirteenth Ghost came to the imperial palace.
What's the use of a dead man?
According to secret history records, the last time a ghost cultivator from Wangchuan appeared in the human world was 370 years ago.
Being born again today must be something extremely important to Wangchuan. If the news spreads, it will definitely cause panic, and may even lead to chaos in the world.
He thought that his appearance in this world was because something terrible had happened in the underworld that would affect their safety. What caught him off guard was that he was just looking for a dead body.
He is also quite familiar with the child Xiang Yinman. He has watched him grow up. Although he has some extraordinary powers, they are nothing compared to the saints and there is no comparison.
As for luck, we can't even talk about it. Unlike Sheng'er, who had the guidance of a saint and died young at a young age.
There was something the King of Han did not say to his face: It was as if he was jealous of Heaven.
Since Gui Shisan didn't talk about it, he didn't ask. Even if destiny came to him, he would instinctively resist this kind of existence in his heart.
He is thirty-two years old, and he does not want to be contaminated by these existences early, so he has an almost respectful and obedient attitude.
He said: "If nothing happens, Xiang Yinman's body is still in Wujiang. Young Master Thirteen wants me to send someone to bring it back?"
Anyway, he was already more than ten thousand people, so what he was going to do was not a matter of words. But in order to show his goodwill to Wangchuan, Liu Ji decided to take action personally.
"No need, I'll go in person. The King of Han is preparing for the enthronement ceremony. Wangchuan's gift is not in my hands." The black-peng man waved his hand and said, "The Lord has given thirty years of life to the King of Han as a gift!"
Thirty years of longevity!
Terrorist methods are beginning to take shape, which are by no means what ordinary monks can possess. According to legend, there is a book of life and death in Youdu. It is an innate creation that can separate yin and yang. The lives of humans and animals in the world are recorded in it, and it is consistent with the judge.
The combination of pens can determine life or death!
There are some records of these in ancient books. I thought they were fabricated by the ancients, but now it seems that they are almost the same.
With his mind spinning, the King of Han solemnly stood up, bowed his head as the emperor, to show his respect for Wangchuan City, and said excitedly: "I will build a statue of Lord Yan in Guangzhou, and it will be worshiped by all people. If it is of any use to Liu
Liu Jiding will try his best to handle Ji’s place!"
For mortals, life and death are the greatest destiny!