The Old Marten Temple glanced at the corner of the carriage from the corner of his eyes and lowered his eyelids. He was used to it. A middle-aged man was sleeping peacefully in the corner. He was handsome and had a vertical scarlet mark between his eyebrows, as if there was another eye in addition to his eyes. Eight years ago, the Old Marten Temple was in charge of the Directorate of Ceremonies and was in charge of the imperial edicts and talismans. In just two years, he was transferred to the Directorate of Treasures. After the "sudden death" of Man and Cat, the old eunuch who was ready to enjoy his old age was not promoted to the Directorate of Ceremonies, nor was he free. Instead, he was led by two Qi cultivators who were independent of the Imperial College to see an "object". Zhao Siku went from incredulous to calm and finally to numb. In less than half a year, no matter how rare an object was, it could not withstand staring at it from day to night. From that day onwards, Zhao Siku came in contact with secrets that ordinary people would not know in a few lifetimes. For example, hundreds and thousands of Qi cultivators from the Supporting Dragon Sect were distributed to various places to collect Heavenly Thunder in the Blessed Cave to create an unprecedented "Thunder Pool". Also, the Taoist masters of the Dragon Mountain would come to Great Peace City to inscribe a talisman for an object when they thought that they had achieved great success. This talisman usually took several months or even half a year, exhausting their spirit. So far, since the founding of Li Yang, there had been a total of eleven generations of Taoist masters who had drawn talismans and made talismans just to suppress the "person" in the carriage. "The One Who Forgot Worries" was the only person who walked the Jianghu in the true sense of a celestial being. The so-called First-class Four Realms in the contemporary Jianghu were born from the martial arts experience of this "person" 400 years ago. It was also this person who put the Vajra Realm into the category of masters and intentionally or unintentionally put foreign Buddhism, which was originally suppressed by Confucianism, on the table. However, during the catastrophe 400 years ago, Gao Shulu traveled all over the Yangtze River in ten years and killed people whenever he felt like it, causing a reign of terror in the Jianghu. No one dared to call themselves a master. There were two sword immortals who died in Gao Shulu's hands. The Taoist sects in the world gathered eighty-one Taoist masters and formed a Demon Suppression Formation together, but they were all killed by Gao Shulu on the peak of the Earth Lung Mountain. He left behind a sentence, "I am an immortal in the human world, why should I suppress demons?". In the end, Gao Shulu met an unknown young Taoist on a narrow path. That battle was so powerful that no one else could match it. Until now, there were still people who believed that only Qi Xuanzhen of the Demon Slaying Platform or Hong Xixiang of Wudang could match Wang Xianzhi in battle. Zhao Siku of the Old Marten Temple was facing such a person who should not be said to be a living or dead person. At that moment, "Gao Shulu" did not drink, eat, breathe, or inhale. Like a hibernating worm that had hibernated for four hundred years, his body did not shrink at all and was still as smooth as jade.
Before this, there were still eighteen talismans that were set up by the previous famous Taoist masters. Among them, the first nine were from the original Taoist ancestral court, Wudang Mountain. The first one was called the "Mountain Opening Talisman" by the Taoist masters of the later generations. It was the work of the unknown young Taoist who put Gao Shulu into a deep sleep. Just one talisman was enough to support more than ten famous Taoist mountains and Qi cultivator sects in the future.
Zhao Siku tugged at the expensive thick furry marten hat. The old man was not a master and had never practiced martial arts. Even if there were ten thousand Zhao Siku, he would not be a match for Han Shengxuan. He was old, so he could not stand the cold spring. Zhao Siku also thought about why Zhao Shi was willing to let him be the person in charge. Was it because he did not know martial arts? Was it because he had been walking on thin ice for twenty years and did not overstep the rules? Or was it because Han Shengxuan had some "last words" for the emperor before he left the palace? The corners of Zhao Siku's mouth twitched. He looked at the celestial who looked like a clay Bodhisattva. He wanted to speak but stopped. After so many years of caution, the old man finally stopped talking to himself. Zhao Siku, Siku? The Old Marten Temple snickered. What was he most afraid of all these years? He was most afraid of talking in his sleep. What was so difficult about talking to people and ghosts? The difficult part was speaking the truth.
Zhao Siku had thought that he would die of old age in this life and close his eyes with a belly full of secrets. He had not expected that in the end, the Beiliang that the young master was loyal to would silently send him a message. It was a message from an inconspicuous palace maid. Zhao Siku did not doubt it. The message was divided into two parts. The first part was what the young master had said before he left. Only Zhao Changling knew and Zhao Siku knew. The second part was probably the yang talent Zhao Changling had entrusted to the yin talent Li Yishan and the like. Zhao Siku sank into deep thought. He came from the Green Pavilion Zhao Clan. That had once been one of the ten great clans of the Spring and Autumn Period. But he did not know why Zhao Changling, as the eldest grandson of the first wife, did not inherit the family business and instead joined the Xu family. It could be said that without the support of Zhao Changling's family, the butcher Xu Xiao would not have been able to stand out so quickly among the generals in Li Yang. Zhao Siku did not have any loyalty to the Green Pavilion Zhao Clan. He only clearly remembered the young master's style, and the favor of protecting him. What Zhao Siku could do was to give Beiliang the detailed route to the south and the details of their military preparations. The secret in his heart that had been sealed for twenty years was like a jar of old wine being opened. He drank it all in one gulp and spat it out quickly.
Zhao Siku habitually extended two withered fingers and furrowed his brows. He really could not understand what Beiliang would use to fight for this celestial. There were two keys, and they were divided into two parts: opening and unsealing. The method to open it was in his hands. The method to seal Gao Shulu was in the hands of the Qi cultivators in the dark. Even if Beiliang succeeded, it was just a hot potato. No one knew what Gao Shulu would do when she woke up four hundred years later. Once the Mountain Opening Seal was torn, who could "seal the mountain" and barely speak to Gao Shulu? Otherwise, would a madman who killed all the experts in the world be willing to listen to half a word of nonsense? Zhao Siku looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground with a calm expression and said softly, "I, the old eunuch, was given the name Siku by my master. All these years, other than being tired of scheming against each other, I can't say that I've suffered much. You, Gao Shulu, are said to be a celestial being who forgets worries. I heard that the so-called forgetting worries is a Buddhist way of speaking. It's just that other than sealing your six senses, you've also sealed two other senses. Only then will you be free. This kind of freedom is unimaginable to me, a layman who has been rolling in a muddy vat. But I think that I have been sealed off by so many Taoist masters for four hundred years. How can I forget about the two words' worry free '? Sigh, forget it. Although you can't bear to see and hear, I don't want to add insult to injury … "
The Old Marten Temple was nagging.
A sharp screech suddenly sounded.
Zhao Siku was not frightened. Instead, he felt relieved. The old man was curious about what Beiliang would use to challenge them. Although they were already at the edge of the southern border of Jingji, if Beiliang had thousands of troops lying in ambush here, even if it was just a temporary instigation, it would be too scary. This was tantamount to an indirect rebellion.
The truth must have caught the old eunuch, Li Yang, and even Beiliang unprepared.
There were only three riders at the end of the posthouse road as far as the eye could see. The rider on the left was a skinny young man with the rough outline of a Beimang man. He stared at the two hundred riders opposite him with burning eyes and a smile. There was a saying in the Central Plains that said, "Wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat."
The rider on the right was carrying a broken spear.
The rider in the middle was a man in white with a feminine appearance. He was extraordinarily handsome.
The group escorting Gao Shulu to the south to target Cao Changqing did not stop. They continued to move forward. The old eunuch lifted a corner of the curtain and said softly, "Oh." It turned out to be the devil of Zhulu Mountain. Zhao Gou had records that the man in white who had blocked the useless monk was Luo Yang, Beimang and also the world's number one devil. It was just that for some reason, she had entered Zhulu Mountain. As for the two riders beside him, Zhao Gou had not heard anything about them.
The Great Qin had lost its deer for eight hundred years.
The old eunuch with his back to Gao Shulu naturally did not notice that the man behind him who had sealed off the mountain seemed to open his eyes slightly.
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