The first cause of all realms

Chapter 573 Mortals Worship Buddha, I Only Worship Heaven!
The blood dripped on the soil, the sharp blade was not stained with any dirt, Li Baihu was still wiping it carefully.

"My lord, Yang prison..."

Yun Xuanji stood aside, hesitant to speak.

Unlike Li Baihu, he really witnessed the scene where Taoist Yunni was persecuted and Nie Longtian left in anger.

Although he didn't know what kind of means Yang Jue used to force Taoist Yunni to retreat, but he was very clear about what it meant.

Famous all over the world?

No, it's famous all over the world!

He could almost foresee that when today's events are spread all over the world, it will also be the time when the one in the city turns a dragon into a dragon!

Perhaps it may not be possible to raise one's arms and gather people to respond, but no one will be able to say that it has no foundation.

In the final analysis, the most indispensable thing in this world is people...

"he……"

Li Baihu put his saber into its sheath and was about to leave when suddenly he frowned, bursts of white light emerged from his sleeve robe.

Snapped!
Yun Xuanji took the round light mirror with a face full of astonishment, and looked up, Li Baihu had already gone far away.

"grown ups……"

Yun Xuanji was startled, and was about to say something when he saw the white light dissipate, his body trembled, and he knelt down holding the circular light mirror:
"My humble servant Yun Xuanji, to see my emperor, live forever..."

Kneeling down and bowing his head, Yun Xuanji couldn't see what was in the circular light mirror, but he could hear that indifferent and majestic voice:

"Where's Li Baihu?"

"Back, back to Your Majesty. My lord, he..."

Yun Xuanji groaned inwardly, biting the bullet and deceiving the monarch:

"My lord, he is not here..."

……

boom!
The circular light mirror with black iron frame was crushed in one blow.

Wanlong Road, Shendu, south of the imperial city, in front of the antique Taoist temple, on the clean and jade-like square, a large number of people have knelt down.

Guards, maids, eunuchs...

Feeling the undisguised rage, all the people, regardless of their status or martial arts, trembled.

"Yang Prison..."

Emperor Qianheng stood with his hands behind his back, his graceful face was full of cruelty:

"Liu Jing!"

"His Majesty……"

Liu Jing knelt on one knee, waiting for orders.

Emperor Qianheng lowered his gaze:
"The widow wants you to die, will you die?"

Liu Jing grabbed the ground with his head and said in a deep voice:

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die!"

"Wang Xi, what about you?"

boom!
Kowtowing heavily, the floor tiles shattered, and Wang Xi responded in a deep voice:

"Slaves must not dare to hesitate..."

"The widow is the king of the world and the father of all peoples, how dare that mud-legged..."

Emperor Qianheng's voice was so cold that there was a dead silence inside and outside the square.

"Your Majesty, at your command, the slave will be killed even if he dies!"

Liu Jing blushed and responded sharply.

Wang Xi kowtowed, his face full of murderous intent.

"Taoist Yunni returned without success, what's the use of you?"

Emperor Qianheng waved his hand.

The two wanted to say something, but a cold voice greeted them:

"Call Jin Yiwei's deputy commander, Yan Jingming, to see the widow!"

"Yes!"

Emperor Qianheng didn't listen to the barking of the hawks and dogs under his command, and walked slowly into the Taoist temple.

The small Taoist temples are elegantly decorated, mostly paved with top-notch jade, carved inch by inch, with coiled dragons everywhere, and any place is a work of art that is hard to find in the world.

As the door of the Taoist temple was closed, the anger on Emperor Qianheng disappeared, and the breath of the whole person was like a deep pool and dry well, without the slightest ripple.

In the Taoist temple, there are only three main halls, the alchemy room on the left and the quiet room on the right. Emperor Qianheng took the red elixir and took it in peace.

Walk into the central hall.

In the main hall here, there is no statue of any god, only a word hanging high, called 'Heaven'!
call!
Burning a stick of incense and worshiping the sky, Emperor Qianheng's eyes fell on the word 'Heaven', which was as tall as a man without a word on the stele.

Reach out and carve two words:
Cloud mud!

hum!
A faint light appeared, and the ancient voice resounded through the hall along with the obscure Taoism:
"Yunni, [-]th in the Splendid List, rank 'God Talisman', Daoguo 'God Talisman Book'..."

Emperor Qianheng stood with his hands behind his back and closed his eyes to listen. As the divine voice echoed, the battle outside the northwest city seemed to emerge in his mind.

only……

"Are you really forced to retreat, or are you retreating without a fight?"

Ask, get answered:
"Forced to retreat..."

"Really forced to retreat?"

Emperor Qianheng frowned, raised his hand again, and wrote two large characters on the stone tablet:
"Yang Prison..."

In the gloomy light, the divine voice echoed:

"No. 12 in the Mountain and River Ranking...the rest, I don't know!"

"Unknowable, unknowable..."

The calm expression was occupied by fury, and Emperor Qianheng slapped the stone tablet with a heavy palm, and the eyes were full of frightened and angry light:

"Why, unknown?!"

Outraged, surprised...

Emperor Qianheng's chest rose and fell, and many files about Yang Yu appeared in his mind.

In the beginning, he didn't pay attention to this mud-legged man from a small border town at all, even if he did a lot of 'big things' in the eyes of ordinary people.

But he didn't feel that such a lowly species was worth thinking about.

Even if Xu Wenji and Li Baihu had written letters many times, he didn't care much. The reason why he deliberately recruited them was before the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List was compiled.

On that day, Li Baihu seemed to be annoyed, or maybe he wrote his name on the 'God Tablet' on a whim.

At that time, the answer of the stele was:

There is no such person!

hum~
With a heavy slap of the palm, the stele suddenly glowed with a gloomy light, and words appeared on it again.

"Um?!"

Emperor Qianheng's eyes flickered, and he read out the two obscure passages that appeared on it:

"Outside..."

……

……

Navy bunt, Zaoli scarf, black trousers, jailer uniform.

As night fell, Monday had already changed his clothes and went out, leaving behind the family members of the prisoners who were begging for care.

Monday is a jailer, and my ancestors have been jailers for generations. It is said that it has been passed down for more than 130 years, a full six generations.

The job of a jailer is not small, but the most important reason why six generations of his family can do this job is that it is not stained with oil and water.

No amount of sticking.

He lives in the west of the city, which is the dirtiest place in the northwest city, which is very different from the south of the city.

Most of the people who live here are family members of traffickers and officials who have committed crimes, and most of them live here.

The prison is also here.

"coming!"

"Ok!"

After a brief exchange, the jailer on duty was replaced. On Monday, he raised the lantern and began to inspect the cell. By the way, he delivered food.

Big prisons, even the ones in Northwest City, are not good places to live. They eat two meals a day, with clear soup and little water, and starve to death or survive, depending on how much fat they have when they come in.

Also see how much money the family members spend outside.

On this point, even if the city was replaced with a Yang character banner, there was not much improvement. At most, two spoonfuls of clear soup were added?

This has also attracted many jailers to complain, regardless of these two spoonfuls of soup, many people grit their teeth, but they will not die of hunger.

Cut off people's wealth, even if they are the boss, they will be scolded.

For example, at this time, on Monday, I heard my companion come back cursing, half of it was dissatisfaction with the new boss, and the other half was dissatisfaction with the person deep in the prison:
"Do you still think I'm an uncle?! I don't eat this one, and I don't drink that one! I can't eat a meal of meat for three days, and you think you are too thin?!"

"what happened again?"

A heartbeat on Monday.

"It's not that sick 'tiger'!"

The jailer was full of complaints:
"The same is true for Mr. Yang, who clearly has no friendship with this person, why did he insist on giving him food and drink?
This old guy's mouth is harder than a rock, so he should starve to death! "

"Sick tiger..."

Zhou Yi's heart shuddered, knowing who he was talking about.

Yan Dongjun has been in trouble for more than ten years, but it took nearly three years to actually occupy the three states, and the reason for this is related to this sick tiger.

Sick Tiger, named Qin Lihu, was originally the General of Yanzhou, in charge of the soldiers and horses of Yizhou. His martial arts and military skills are all excellent.

In the past more than ten years, the reason why the Northwest Road has not fallen is related to him.

how...

"Let me go."

Zhou Yi took over the hard work, picked up the lantern and the food box, and headed for the depths of the prison.

There are naturally a lot of prisoners in the Northwest Road Prison, and some of them are powerful and martial arts masters, but the one who is locked in the deepest part is naturally the former general.

In the dark depths of the prison, two red lights flashed suddenly, Zhou Zhou's heart trembled, and before he could back away, he felt that his hands were empty and the food box had been snatched away.

Then, there was the sour chewing sound.

"Refreshing, refreshing! If you eat meat, you still have to eat the fat ones, and the skinny ones, even dogs don't eat them!"

Like the sound of iron and stone rubbing against each other, deep in the prison, the sick tiger spoke:
"who are you?"

Hearing the question, Zhou Yi couldn't help feeling hot, and hurriedly answered:
"Come back, go back to the general, the low-ranking Monday is the head of the sixteen-room district in the southern part of the prison, what do you have..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by arrogance:

"I'm not asking you!"

The red eyes reappeared.

In the corner, the man is unkempt, but his body is really strong, even with iron chains on his lute bones, he is as aggressive as a tiger:

"Good body skills, good martial arts! The one who can quietly bully this old man is definitely not an unknown person, you are..."

"what?"

Zhou Yi was startled, a warm palm fell on his shoulder, and the visitor spoke calmly, his voice and gaze filled the entire cell.

"Who am I, don't you know?"

Emptiness? !
Qin Lihu's pupils contracted violently for a moment, and in the narrow alleyway, a young man in black clothes and a long knife at his waist came to him.

"Yang Prison!"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

At this moment, today, in this northwest city, there is absolutely no one whose name is more resounding than these two words.

Hearing the name of the person, not to mention the frightened Zhou Yi, even the prisoners who were disturbed by the light nearby all lost their voices.

Qin Lihu squinted his eyes, his spine creaked, like a frightened tiger, exuding a coldness that no one should get close to:

"It's really you..."

"Three years of precipitation, the Great General Qin is only a hair away from the entrance, right? Congratulations..."

In Yanzhou, the capital city of one state, there are Jiang Wu and Fang Ada, two of them who are popular for a while, and the Northwest City, the center of the three states, will certainly not be absent.

For example, the person in front of you.

　It's two more, good night everyone, Gouzi will try to code again, don't scold him if he doesn't come out...

　
(End of this chapter)