Chapter 51 When You Are Gray-Haired

Contrary to Qin Yi's expectations, there was no thaumaturgy ahead.

The scope of the underground palace is quite large, but apart from the abnormality of the demon refining formation in front, the others are just places where Donghuazi's confidant Taoists and demons practice secretly. In other words, it is the place where you live every day, and it is not full of traps.

On the contrary, there are many formations such as gathering spirits and cultivating, which are used to assist cultivation.

Along the way, I could see many Taoist priests running in a panic, and then they were chased by Li Qinglin's team, and they were all killed.

Many of the houses were empty, and there were still some monsters lying in the house recuperating, but they were all killed by the soldiers one by one.

The reason why the little demons killed by Minghe's Seven Star Imperial Array did not soar into the sky like Ye Ling's was because they were all underground. In fact, ten rooms and nine empties have already been created, and all the antecedents are in line here.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Li Qinglin personally grabbed a senior Taoist priest, and said with a smile, "Brother Qingfeng, please stay safe."

The Taoist priest's face was earthy, shaking like chaff. As Dong Huazi's confidant, it is indispensable to fight against Li Qinglin every day. This time, I really don't know how he will deal with himself.

"Don't be so nervous." Li Qinglin said with a smile: "This place is too big, we have trouble finding it. Brother Dao please lead the way so that we can meet the national teacher earlier."

This Taoist obviously didn't take death seriously, he led the way tremblingly, and after a while, he arrived outside another hall. The gates of the temple are all made of metal, thick and tightly closed, with huge hideous grimaces engraved on them, and there are villains dancing around the grimaces, as if some kind of ancient ritual.

The Taoist tremblingly said: "The national teacher is inside, I, I don't know how to open the door."

Qin Yi stepped forward to inspect it, and Liusu said: "This is not about witchcraft or Taoism, it's just a trap. Those who understand the mechanism can be opened at once, and those who don't understand can just smash it in. It seems that this Donghua Zizi's knowledge is really superficial, and we overestimated him."

There was only a "swish" sound in the hall, as if an arrow had been shot, and it stuck somewhere with a "poof", and following the sound, Li Qinglin covered his head again outside.

At this moment, everyone felt that there was something wrong. Could it be that some kind of witchcraft was being performed inside to assassinate Li Qinglin in this way?

Qin Yi couldn't hold back anymore, and slammed his stick on the door.

Everyone worked together to break the door, and the heavy metal door couldn't withstand the collision of so many warriors. After a while, Kuo was smashed and the door opened.

The first thing I saw was a puppet that looked exactly like Li Qinglin, with a lifelike face, body and clothing exactly the same as Li Qinglin. Arrows have been shot into the puppet's forehead, throat, heart, and dantian.

Dong Huazi sat cross-legged in front of him, muttering something.

Everyone was furious, Li Qinglin rushed forward immediately, pierced Dong Huazi with a single shot, and viciously nailed him to the wall: "How dare the monster use witchcraft to harm me!"

Dong Huazi spat out a mouthful of blood, and actually looked at Li Qinglin and burst out laughing.

Qin Yi felt ominous in his heart.

This witchcraft is obviously not completed, otherwise Li Qinglin would not be able to be so lively. Theoretically, neither witchcraft nor Taoism can bear this kind of fatal interruption. As long as the caster is killed and the puppet is burned, witchcraft is useless.

What else is he laughing at?

Li Qinglin was obviously also puzzled by this. The shot didn't directly hit Dong Huazi's vitals, but just nailed him to the wall, wanting to question him.

Donghuazi's blood kept flowing, and he obviously didn't live long, but on the contrary, he looked energetic, with a smile like a spring breeze, and with his mouth full of blood, he looked weird.

He took a few breaths, and slowly said: "Actually, this method of seizing the soul needs to nail three hundred and sixty-five major acupuncture points, which is far from being completed. It was originally planned to take another five days to complete, but the prince is really powerful. The troops were quick and unexpected, and it was too late for this set of methods to be completed."

This was Dong Huazi's original plan. The king had about five or seven days to live. If Li Qinglin died suddenly at that time...then Nanli's fate would be unpredictable.

Li Qinglin said coldly: "Since this is the case, are you still hiding here and performing spells tirelessly, is it a dying struggle?"

Donghuazi didn't answer, and suddenly said something else: "Prince, you know, although the poor Taoist was indeed sent by Xihuang to make trouble, but for so many years, the king has been trustworthy and the people love him... the poor Taoist heart is also fleshy, Never betrayed the interests of Nanli, on the contrary, these years, the Poor Daoist Committee has sincerely turned to Nanli."

Li Qinglin laughed: "Could it be that you want to say that you are a great Zhongliang, but you were forced to rebel against me?"

"Faithful or not, the poor dare not say anything. The poor came from a wild background, have never learned anything, and don't know too many great principles." Donghuazi said slowly: "Perhaps in the eyes of the crown prince, the poor disturbed Nanli and died. It’s not a pity, but in the hearts of the king and Pindao, everything they do is for longevity. Under longevity, everything else is vain, and the king himself thinks so, so why blame the poor?”

Qin Yi pursed his lips, he knew that this idea was actually very close to Tassel, maybe Ming He thought so too.

They don't care about things in the world, especially the affairs of a country. Does it matter who is loyal and who is traitorous, and who benefits this small country?

Li Qinglin said with a smile: "You want to say, you are really helping the father to live longer? Just relying on your elixir that can kill people?"

"It is indeed recorded in the Daoist scriptures that the movement of lead, solid and mercury is for yin and yang. Pindao also asked many Taoist friends, and everyone practiced it like this. Pindao believes that if this method does not lead to longevity, it must be because of the lack of important medicines. So the collection of demon pills is for this purpose. The crown prince really thinks that the king does not know how to refine demons to obtain pills? He knows, but he is also eating."

Li Qinglin said angrily: "He's almost dying from eating your pills, and he's still lying here to confuse people!"

Dong Huazi said slowly: "The crown prince and the Dao king are about to die...and how do you know if it's not the release of the Yang God and the great freedom?"

Everyone looked at him speechlessly, such ridiculous words, but from Dong Huazi's expression, he seemed to really think so.

Li Qinglin didn't bother to listen to his nonsense any longer, so he said, "Then you can go to Dazizai."

As he spoke, a flick of his wrist was about to shatter Dong Huazi's heart.

But Dong Huazi said: "Prince, do you know why the poor Taoist is still using this witchcraft even though he knows it's too late?"

Li Qinglin's hands paused.

Donghuazi grinned: "Because the prince must be furious when he sees this scene, he will kill me with his own hands immediately. The real witchcraft of Pindao is used on himself. Whoever kills me will suffer from my life." Curse. The puppet is empty, and the poor Tao himself is the killer."

Li Qinglin's expression slowly changed.

"The prince is good at everything. He is brave and resourceful. He is a great talent in the world. But everyone has flaws. For example, the prince's martial spirit of taking the lead in everything and doing it himself may be a heroic style, but sometimes it may be fatal. Like now."

Li Qinglin listened quietly, and said lightly: "Thank you for your teaching."

Qin Yi listened silently, not to mention that they didn't understand witchcraft, and even if they did, they couldn't prevent it in advance. When Li Qinglin shot through Dong Huazi, they had already been tricked.

He asked Liusu in a low voice: "Is there a way?"

Liusu sighed: "It doesn't feel like death, but..."

Dong Huazi was coughing up blood, and his smile became more and more happy: "The prince doesn't believe in longevity...or even if there is longevity, he doesn't care about it. He only wants to make contributions and make contributions to his family and country. That's because the time is not yet ready... Pindao really wants to know if the prince will still be the same Li Qinglin who doesn't believe in longevity when the crown prince grows old and gray-haired. Hahahahaha..."

With the laughter, he closed his eyes with a smile, and there was no more sound.

Li Qinglin still maintained the posture of holding the gun, but everyone could see that his body was shaking slightly. Standing behind Li Qinglin, Qin Yi watched helplessly as his black hair gradually turned gray and gradually turned gray.

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PS: This is a supplementary explanation when rewriting the chapter after finishing the book: Dong Huazi was already dead when the gun was stabbed in, and the curse had already been established, so it was meaningless to find a soldier to make up the knife. Cleverness is meaningless, I hope latecomers will be patient.