Master of the Worlds

Chapter 160 Mu Feng's Careful Intentions

Mufeng has no doubts about whether the old Dragon King can ask Tang King for help.

After all, he is a god, and if he seeks help from a mortal, whether it is through coercion or inducement, there is no problem in getting a promise.

However, Mu Feng didn't have the slightest doubt about whether the old Dragon King would die on the Dragon Slaying Platform.

Because, with the plot being secretly manipulated by him, the old Dragon King is not dead, so he feels uneasy!
Without the ghost of the Dragon King entangled with King Tang, how could there be the first intimate contact between King Tang and the Buddhist scriptures?
The subsequent Water and Land Ceremony, to learn Buddhist scriptures from the west, without the participation of Tang Wang, would appear to be inappropriate.

Therefore, in order to complete the Journey to the West as soon as possible and release the confinement as soon as possible, Mufeng personally designed such a play.

After the old Dragon King left, Mufeng put away his fortune-telling stall, ignored many mortals who were holding a lot of money to ask him for a fortune-telling, and Shi Shiran left Chang'an Street.

The so-called Ghost Valley Immortal Master was just to elicit the plot of Wei Zheng slaying the dragon. Now that everything was settled, there was no need for him to pretend to be a Ghost Valley Immortal Master.

Um, it's not really a disguise, after all, the supernatural ghost valley magic fortune told 500 years ago is himself who honed his Taoism in the mortal world.

Now using this identity again, it can be said that he is acting in his true colors.

Watching Mufeng's departure, the passer-by sighed helplessly, feeling that his fate was bad today, and he couldn't let Immortal Master Guigu make a fortune for him.

While sighing, they didn't know that their Ghost Valley Immortal Master would not appear in Chang'an City after today.

Mufeng doesn't care what happens to others.

After leaving the crowd, Mufeng found an empty place to hide himself, and with a thought, he was already outside the gate of a monastery.

Standing in front of the temple gate, Mufeng looked up, seeing the familiar plaque and handwriting, he couldn't help but sigh.

Time flies, and 500 years have passed in a flash, and I have not changed because of time, but the things left in those years have been engraved with the traces of time.

Just when Mu Feng felt touched and was about to recite a song "When is the spring, flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past", there was only a "squeak", and the closed gate of the temple was opened from the inside.

The gate of the temple opened, and a monk in tattered cassock walked out.

This monk has white beard and white hair, and even his eyebrows are as white as frost and snow. If his tattered cassock did not affect his image, at first glance, people would definitely think of the white-browed patriarch of the Shushan Sword School .

Huh?and many more!

A monk with white beard and white hair?
I always feel that there is something strange mixed in, but looking again, this monk in tattered cassock does have long snow-white hair, which looks very nondescript.

It's just that even though his head is full of white hair, no one would suspect that this is indeed a monk at a glance.

It seemed that this white-haired and bearded monk had a strange magical power that allowed people to identify him at a glance.

Just when Mufeng heard the sound of the door opening and turned his eyes to look at the white-haired monk who came out, the white-haired monk who walked out of the monastery was looking at Mufeng standing in front of the monastery with excitement.

"Old master, did Lao Yuan misunderstand, did the master really come back from you?"

The white-haired monk looked at Mu Feng standing in front of the monastery, rubbed his eyes a little bit, and asked with tears in his eyes and trembling voice after realizing that it was indeed not his hallucination.

Hearing what the white-haired monk said, Mu Feng smiled and nodded.

"500 years have passed in a flash, and even you are so old. These years, you have worked hard."

Looking at the excited white-haired monk in front of him, Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and said comfortingly.

"No, my disciple doesn't have to work hard. I can guard this temple for you, my master. I don't have to work hard at all!" Seeing Mu Feng nodding and hearing Mu Feng's praise, the excitement in the heart of the monk who called himself Lao Yuan was beyond words.

He was originally a white ape on the nearby mountain, his spiritual intelligence was not yet developed, he was unable to practice, he only knew how to play in the mountains every day.

500 years ago, the master of his family passed by here and saw him running in the mountains, so he enlightened him, gave him the name Bai Yuan, and passed down the method of cultivation.

This is a great kindness to him, even if he is asked to die in return, he will not blink his eyes and frown.

What's more, obeying the orders of his master and guarding this monastery that is said to be very useful in the future?

Seeing Lao Yuan's hard work, Mu Feng nodded in relief, and stretched out his hand to Lao Yuan. Visible to the naked eye, Lao Yuan's stagnation faded away, and he regained his vitality little by little.

The most intuitive expression is that all the wrinkles on his face have receded, and although his hair is still white, his face has become rosy and lustrous.

White hair and childlike face is the best description.

And Lao Yuan's own realm also broke through the realm of the earth fairy under this finger, reaching the level of a heavenly fairy.

For Lao Yuan, he knew that his aptitude was too poor, and he was very lucky to be able to break through to the realm of earth immortals by practicing the method passed down by the master, and he never thought that one day he would be able to break through to the realm of heavenly immortals.

Now, this thing that he dared not even dream of, was actually accomplished under the finger of Mu Feng.

Lao Yuan, who had always worked hard, had no complaints about guarding the monastery for 500 years for Mufeng.

As Lao Yuan reached the realm of Tianxian, the situation in the nine heavens was changing, and a thunder disaster was about to take shape.

It's just that Tiandao was temporarily deprived of his rights at this time, and Hongjun still didn't come out of the small black room. In this world, the only person who has the status of a Tiandao-level venerable is Mufeng.

Before the catastrophe took shape, Mu Feng still waved his sleeves towards the sky, and spit out the word "san".

Words follow the law, after one word, the gathered heavenly tribulation has dissipated and invisible, and Lao Yuan's realm has been completely stabilized in the heavenly fairyland.

For Lao Yuan, these are the grace of rebuilding and a great opportunity, but for Mufeng, they are just things that can be done with a wave of hands, and he doesn't take them to heart.

Seeing that Lao Yuan regained his vitality, Mu Feng nodded, looked at the plaque in the temple, and asked Lao Yuan, "In the past 500 years, the name of this lunatic asylum has been stamped out, right?"

Hearing Mu Feng's words, Lao Yuan nodded quickly and said, "Sir, you have ordered us to make our lunatic asylum's name known as much as possible in these 500 years. We must make sure that when encountering monsters, ghosts, and supernatural things, the first thing that comes to mind is our lunatic asylum." .

For this reason, the elder Yuan has never stopped going down the mountain to kill demons and exorcise demons, catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. After these 500 years of accumulation, almost the entire Tang Dynasty knows the capabilities of our lunatic asylum.

Up to now, whenever a supernatural event occurs, the first thing everyone thinks of is to find our lunatic asylum to solve it.

I remember you said, sir, this is called brand effect! "

Hearing Lao Yuan's explanation, Mu Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you have done a good job. Next, I will stay here for a while. You should always pay attention to the news about Tang Wang. Once the other party comes to invite you, you will notify me immediately, and I will handle it personally."

This lunatic asylum is exactly the monastery that Mufeng left behind 500 years ago, in order to start the story of Journey to the West more reasonably.

Really let him come to Datang 20 years in advance, and later turn into a baby to worship in the monastery, chanting scriptures and meditating to wait for the opening of the plot, that would bore him to death.

Therefore, in order not to be so troublesome, he purposely left the inheritance of the madhouse, and asked the old Yuan who had been enlightened back then to try his best to build the reputation of the madhouse.

As long as the king of Tang meets the ghost of the dragon king of Jinghe, he will think of asking the eminent monk in the madhouse to deal with it.

In this way, there is a reasonable way for him to appear.

For Mufeng's request, Lao Yuan would never refuse, nodded in agreement, and welcomed Mufeng into the monastery.

After finding a room to live in, Mu Feng waved away the old Yuan who was waiting on the side, closed his eyes slightly, opened his spiritual sense, and found Wei Zheng in his mansion.

With a thought, Wei Zheng, who was reading in the study in his mansion, immediately fell asleep lying on his desk.

After waking up, Wei Zheng recalled slightly, remembering that he had a dream before. In the dream, a celestial being pointed out to him. Soon after, he would be ordered by the heavenly court to be responsible for executing the mission of beheading the Jinghe Dragon King who violated the rules of heaven. thing.

However, in order to escape the catastrophe, the old dragon king went to the king of Tang for help, trying to delay himself for a while so that he could not carry out the execution.

If that was the case, then the old dragon king could escape the death penalty, but he himself would inevitably be punished by the heavenly court.

In the dream, Shangxian instructed him that if he could not get rid of Tang Wang's persuasion, he could pretend to be exhausted and fall asleep on the table when the time was about to come.

Afterwards, the Yuanshen came out of his body and went to Zhanlongtai to execute the order to kill the Dragon King of Jinghe.

Wei Zheng neither believed nor disbelieved what he had been told by the immortal in his dream, but he just kept it in his heart.

Sure enough, not long after, he received an order from the Heavenly Court, ordering him to go to the Demon Slaying Platform at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow to execute the matter of beheading the Jinghe Dragon King who violated the way of heaven.

So far, Wei Zheng has no doubts about the guidance of the fairy in the dream.

Early the next day, Wei Zheng was indeed invited by someone sent by the King of Tang to play chess.

If there is no immortal guidance, Wei Zheng would definitely refuse the invitation of Tang Wang at this time.

But now that he had a solution, Wei Zheng had already made up his mind, and he did not refuse, and followed the visitor into the palace.

The subsequent development was exactly as the fairy in the dream said, and Wei Zheng also relied on the methods taught by the fairy, and the Yuanshen came out of the dream and beheaded the Dragon King of Jinghe.

It is worth mentioning that when Wei Zhengyuan came out of his body and arrived at Zhanlongtai, because it was already [-]:[-] noon but he had not arrived, the Jinghe Dragon King had already been released and was about to be taken back to avoid the death penalty.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng didn't hesitate at all, he held the monster-slaying sword and slashed at the old dragon king, but the old dragon king saw that Wei Zheng had come out of his body to kill him, so naturally he would not accept death willingly.

Facing the sharp sword strike, the old dragon king ran away, and Wei Zheng followed closely with the demon-slaying sword in his hand.

It's just that the speed of the two is similar, and they haven't been able to catch up after a long time. Wei Zheng, who is in the state of Yuanshen, is sweating profusely, and Wei Zheng's body in the palace is naturally sweating.

But Li Shimin, king of the Tang Dynasty, saw Wei Zheng's sweaty head, thinking that his beloved courtier was hot from sleep, knowing that this disciple worked hard for state affairs every day, and wanted him to have a good rest here.

In order for Wei Zheng to have a good sleep, the king of Tang even picked up a cattail fan and fanned Wei Zheng himself to remove the heat.

This time, a gust of wind helped Wei Zhengyuanshen's leg strength, and immediately followed by the wind to catch up with the Dragon King of Jinghe.

Wei Zheng raised his sword and dropped it, the Dragon King of Jinghe immediately dropped his head and died unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)