Chapter 494 Stories Are Always Legends, and the Legends Are About You and Me

When this understatement fell, it was like thunder from the sky. Everyone in the entire fasting palace trembled and lowered their heads, not daring to look at it again. The huge green dragon slowly covered its body with its eyes full of gray robes. The young man looked calm.

"Self... self-judgment..."

The emperor murmured to himself, staggered to his feet, stepped back, and suddenly realized.

"You dare not kill me."

"You dare not kill me!"

The emperor, dressed in a luxurious Taoist robe and wearing jade hairpins, has practiced Taoism for nearly thirty years. At least he knows that one of the iron laws of Taoism is that outside practitioners cannot touch the luck of the dynasty in the world, otherwise even a generation of true practitioners will be involved in the robbery. Furious, even Zhang Jiao of the Taiping Ministry and Zhuge Liang of the Shu Han would die badly. His eyes lit up, as if he had found some reason, and said loudly:

"If you kill me, you will die too!"

Qinglong circled around, as if planning to take the Taoist's place.

The gray-robed youth stared deeply at the emperor.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Qinglong's forehead slightly.

Qinglong's momentum of probing its claws was interrupted.

The gray-robed youth walked down the dragon head step by step.

Since knowing the future, starting two hundred years ago, it has only changed the fate of some people. The Taoist who has never taken the initiative to intervene seems to have figured out something. , the Taoist had already appeared in front of the emperor.

He raised his right hand and clasped the throat of the most noble person in the world.

All the way forward, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Heaven was held by the throat and smashed through rockery, jade, and famous trees, and finally smashed through a white jade screen with a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with his back. The Taoist threw it away, and the emperor was smashed on the table On the top, the seven orifices bleed, and the meridians are cut off.

The air was even more dead silent, the Taoist did not turn his head, but said:

"...how will you record this matter?"

As Emperor Jiajing participated in the big feast of the fasting palace, the historian who recorded the grand event kowtowed and kowtowed, trembling:

"Emperor, the emperor worships courtiers, worships demons, and cholera reigns in the world."

"The Immortal descends to the earth to kill the evil king..."

The Taoist didn't say anything, and reached out to hold a rune sword.

I don’t know which dynasty or generation this sword left behind. It was hidden in famous mountains and rivers, and it was collected out. Blood was used as a symbol on the sword body, and it seemed to have turned into a whole system of symbols in the end. In the Taoist temple, it was nurtured by the monks of the past dynasties, and it was brought here as the treasure of the temple.

It's just that such a treasure, even if it was collected, Emperor Jiajing couldn't pull it out.

Tap the blade with your fingers.

There was a sound of Qingyue Jianming.

Rune sword direct sword and sheath separation

Put the sword back into his sleeve robe, leaving only the scabbard in the fasting palace, the scabbard was filled with chill, the Taoist turned around and walked out, saying: "Tell the descendants of the Zhu family."

"Next time, if there are still emperors who are obsessed with cultivating Taoism and causing chaos in the world, at that time, I will strike again."

A young court lady raised her head tremblingly, and saw the Taoist priest in her twenties. After walking a few steps, the long hair on her sideburns had turned into pure white, and passed by the kneeling officials, her voice was calm: "As for the emperor, I have an old relationship with the Zhu family, so I care about my dignity."

"This time, let's say that he saw through the world of mortals and turned into a Taoist."

"Follow me to cultivate immortality."

"Pray for benevolence and get benevolence, and leave your name in history. If you think about it, your wish is already fulfilled, and you should ask for nothing else."

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In the classics of later generations, such a story is often recorded. The emperor asked the immortals and asked, and finally the sincerity moved the heavens and sent the immortals down. Therefore, the emperor at that time was able to follow the immortals to seek immortals and visit Taoism. I know how many people have seen the appearance of the immortal flying the dragon and flying to the sky.

But later generations often don't believe it, and take this matter as an excuse for some kind of political change.

The subsequent emperors also made great efforts to govern, never asked immortals to visit Taoism, and political affairs were also cleared up, so they didn't pay much attention to this matter, but some unofficial history books linked the three fires in the palace this year with this matter, It is written in this Ji that "Going to the palace, suddenly the fire broke out, the soldiers and armor rang together, and the Taoist gave him Taoist clothes and fled. '

And the emperors of the past dynasties gave more imperial titles to the legendary immortal. As for the original king, when the officials debated his posthumous title, they wanted to impress the immortal. After some disputes, because of the last sentence he said, the posthumous title was set as Ling.

It is good to offer sacrifices to ghosts and ghosts, and to blaspheme ghosts and gods without going far.

In a hidden corner of history, the real cause of the emperor's death was left behind.

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As time went on, Wu Ruzhong heard the news from the capital. In fact, no one around him stopped talking about the absurd thing about the immortal riding a dragon into the capital and His Majesty's ascension. Everyone couldn't believe it. A smooth iteration of the throne took place.

At first, I was worried that the new emperor would also want to learn from his father and go to sacrifice and fast in order to ascend to the ascension, but obviously, such worries are unnecessary. Those blue and purple nobles in the palace were expelled from the palace together, and there were even rumors that Jin Yiwei chased and killed them.

Longhu Mountain, the Taoist gate, was closed for a hundred years to show self-punishment.

The whole of Shenzhou seems to be on the development track of the previous two hundred years. Regarding the matter of the emperor's ascension, everyone slowly accepted it after being shocked. No matter what, life is always going to happen. For the common people, it is far better to lift unnecessary taxes.

And it is better to build a fasting palace instead of labor labor at 20 or 30 places every year.

The rice vat at home can always have some spare time. There is no need to make the house clean, but it is just a bit of a hardship. The family that prospered while the emperor liked to practice Taoism and catered to him, is now gradually declining, and he sighs every day, saying that Life is not as good as it was ten years ago, when Emperor Jiajing was.

Of course, when the common people occasionally talked about the former emperor, they would chat with dissatisfaction in hidden places, whispering to each other: "The first emperor wasted money and money. I don't know how many people's homes are empty. People like this can be guided by immortals to ascend to heaven." , Oh, do you think this immortal is also greedy for power?"

"That's right, such an emperor can also ascend, what kind of fairy is this?"

"There are eyes but no pearls."

"Hey, I looked at the immortals, and I'm afraid there may be such dirty things like collusion between officials and businessmen."

The white-haired Wu Ruzhong frowned, but didn't say anything. He picked up a jug of wine and staggered back to his home. More than ten years had passed since what happened back then, and he had never seen that person again. The gray-robed youth sometimes wonders if all this is just his own illusion.

However, an old man who has been well-informed throughout his life, recalled the quick and decisive time when the throne was exchanged back then, and could still faintly smell the taste of iron and blood. He also asked his best friend Shen Kun, who was taboo and just said It is said that almost all the guards in the palace were injured that day.

There is a white jade screen that has been dismantled, and it is stained with blood, which cannot be washed off with water.

For Wu Ruzhong, this is enough.

When he got home, he saw the yard door opened. Wu Ruzhong, who was not young, frowned and muttered. When he opened the door, he saw a gray robe with his back facing him. It has become half white, and it looks a little more vicissitudes.

"Ah...you, it's you..."

Wu Ruzhong's voice trembled a little: "Is that you?"

The man in the gray robe turned around, sighed, and said with a smile, "Long time no see."

"Brother Wu."

"Is it really you?"

Wu Ruzhong stammered and looked at the young man in front of him who looked a little older than before, and still couldn't believe his eyes, and then invited the young man into the house, and went to buy some food to go with the wine. Then the two drank together and asked about the events of the year.

Wu Ruzhong's heart trembled when he heard it, he seemed to be afraid, but he yearned for it.

The gray-robed youth drank a glass of turbid wine and asked, "Brother Wu, are you still writing your story?"

Wu Ruzhong replied with a free and easy smile: "Writing, of course it is writing."

The young man raised his glass and asked, "Are you still writing about ghosts and ghosts?"

The old man laughed loudly: "What kind of gods and monsters, mountain ghosts and ghosts, are just written in a humane way."

"Come on, come on, help me see, what else is wrong with my writing here?"

He took the manuscript with the strength of alcohol, and then handed it to the man in gray robe in front of him, with a sigh of emotion, when the latter was flipping through it, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Yuan, when we first met decades ago, Just ask Mr. Wu if I've seen you, and I said I hadn't, but during this period of time, every time I dreamed, I felt something."

"Sir, please clarify, have we...have we really met before?"

"Have you seen..."

"Do you really want to know?"

The gray-robed man looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, saw the latter nodding, sighed, and pointed at the old man's eyebrows. Breaking the memory of the past life and present life is not a simple matter, and there will be various troubles, but now the old man has At the end of my life, I have already vaguely remembered it.

So he followed the trend.

The old man's pupils widened, and the illusory experiences in the dreams emerged one by one, the old man's face fluctuated violently, and then he fell into a deep drunk——

He had a dream.

long...

It's just too long.

In this dream, he has experienced a long time, absurd youth, a young man fighting fiercely with a sword, and a lonely and lonely old age, but in such a long time, he likes the part in the middle the most journey.

There are endless yellow sands, thousands of miles of wasteland, endless snow-capped mountains, and countless dangers.

But as long as he raised his head, he could see the firm back.

The Buddha said to save the common people.

But his transformation is to accompany you on this road in person.

When the white-haired old man woke up.

Under the candlelight, Yuan Fan looked at the book.

This is a book that I wanted to write when I was young, but I finally finished it when I was old. The last few revisions added countless details and stories. The white-haired old man wrote the past, Because there used to be Yinglong, so there was Dragon Slaying in Dreams, there was a vast desert, and there was a river of eight hundred quicksands.

Before the memory was fully recovered, he must have hated the monk.

he thought.

Therefore, it is necessary to write the tall, firm and always calm monk as weak and timid in the book, which makes him constantly fall into various dangers, but why, whenever the monk is about to die, he always Can't help but let a monkey-like character with yellow hair come to his rescue.

When the monk hesitated, it was the yellow-haired monkey who pointed him out.

When he is in danger, it is the monkey who will risk everything.

Once, and again, even in the story, he couldn't put the monk in danger, and at the end, when the story was finished, the monk became a Buddha, and the monkey with golden hair was also a Buddha.

It was as if I could stay by Master's side forever.

Master will not die, nor will he leave.

The previous life was saved and protected, even in the story, I want to protect you.

Let me protect you.

I'm here to guide you.

Originally, I wanted to leave you, but now even if you drive me away, I still want to come back.

But what about Master...

The old man was staggering, tears streaming down his face unknowingly, he looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were red and he was speechless.

Buddhist monks do not practice afterlife.

But the gray-robed young man looked at the weeping old man, and stretched out his hand to press the top of his head.

He lowered his head, like the monk back then, grinning and said:

"Stone Pantuo."

The past monk smiled: "Have a good time..."

The old man couldn't bear it any longer, staggered and knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Master, Master..."

"Where are you, I miss you so much, miss you so much..."

The gray-robed youth closed his eyes and raised his head slightly.

Where are you, Xuanzang...

yes.

I miss you so much.

But there is a thousand years of separation between us.

Tang Xuanzang.

dead.

This day was the last time Wu Ruzhong saw this gray-robed youth.

Wu Ruzhong, who has been obsessed with officials for sixty years, has had ups and downs.

In the last ten years, the book Journey to the West.

To drunk with poetry.

End of life poor.

PS: The first update today... 3,800 words~~

Let's take the next three shifts as rest... The emoji of the smoking hand trembling slightly, if there are no more than one o'clock in the future, there will only be two shifts. It's more important to live. Today I got up and didn't want to write anything at all. Sigh, I was really exhausted.

Originally, I only planned to write the origin story of Journey to the West, but I found that I can also fill in the pits by the way, but I found that I am not very good at filling pits, lying dead...