Chapter 42 Undercurrent surges!(1/2)
In a palace in Loulan Imperial City.
Jin Ming, who was dressed in a golden robe, was sitting cross-legged on a three-story high platform with his eyes closed, making magic spells with his hands and humming in his mouth.
Suddenly, the magic technique in his hand stopped and he stood up quickly.
A burst of white light emerged out of thin air in the room. Wherever it passed, dozens of yellow lights on the high platform lit up clusters of flames, and wisps of white smoke curled up, forming a white mist in mid-air.
Under the blurring of the light mist, a young figure wearing a purple lotus crown and a slender body emerged. He had fair skin and a thin body, and was wearing a gold-embroidered white cloud Taoist robe.
"Welcome the emperor to come out of seclusion." Upon seeing this, Jin Ming fell to the ground with his body trembling with fat, and said respectfully.
"Get up. Today, the Emperor of Japan has arrived, and there are a few things you need to do." The young man said with a wave of his sleeves.
"Please give me the emperor's orders." Jin Ming then stood up and stood with his hands tied.
"The quality of the girls you worshiped last time was good, and we need to collect another batch within a week." The young man ordered.
"yes."?
"The "Secret Technique of Tianyan" created by this emperor's son when he was in seclusion. Now he has a different state of mind and has made some improvements to the technique. You can take it and place it in the Sutra Pavilion..."
The young man's lips kept opening and closing, and he ordered several important things in succession, and Jin Ming responded to them one by one without hesitation.
Finally, the young man said:
"In addition, there is one more important thing that you need to do carefully."
When Jin Ming heard this, he looked at the young man solemnly, waiting for his next instructions.
The latter waved his sleeves, and the light curtain suddenly trembled. A scroll about the size of a page passed through the light curtain and fell in front of him.
"If there is any news about this person, report it immediately." The young man said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Jin Ming took the scroll with both hands and looked at it intently, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
There was an image of a young man painted on the scroll. He looked like none other than Jiang Yinxi.
"What, what's wrong?" the young man asked calmly.
"Ancestor Qi, this person... this person is from a famous family in the Tang Dynasty." Jin Ming replied quickly.
"Are you sure it's this person?" The young man's expression remained unchanged, and his speaking speed was slightly faster.
"Although the figure in the painting is much thinner, his expression and appearance are exactly the same. There is no mistaking that it is him." Jin Ming pondered for a while and then said firmly.
After being distracted and reincarnated, the general appearance will be slightly different. If you look closely, you can still find out who it is. The young man is afraid of making mistakes.
"Are you sure it's him? It's a bit difficult to think that this person is actually in the Tang Dynasty? What is his identity in the Tang Dynasty?" The young man nodded slightly and asked again.
"Your Majesty, forgive me. This man is actually the legitimate son of a prominent family in the Tang Dynasty. He..." Jin Ming first confessed, and then told in detail what he knew about Jiang Yinxi.
After listening to this, the young man looked thoughtful and did not speak for a long time.
Jin Ming was sweating slightly on his forehead, but he didn't dare to say anything and could only wait quietly.
This person is my emperor's destined opponent, the one who blocks my son's pursuit of the great road, but now this person's identity is a little difficult to deal with, so don't act rashly and wait for my son to think about it." The young man said seriously.
"Yes." Jin Ming responded immediately.
…
East China Sea, an unknown island somewhere.
The sea water here shows a strange pitch-black color, like ink. The black sea surface is endless, with rough waves, extending to the end of the field of vision.
Nearly a hundred black peaks are suspended above the Black Sea, with giant octagonal black towers standing on them.
Although these giant towers are tall and short, with some as high as ten thousand feet and some as short as only a hundred feet, they are all exactly the same in appearance, with dark bodies and octagonal eaves.
In the main hall at the top of a small black tower, a young man wearing a purple crown sat cross-legged in front of a square altar. It was Chen Chen, the son of Emperor Yan.
There is a white formation suspended on the altar, emitting bright white light.
Chen Chen waved his hand and cast a spell. The white formation was immobilized by the invisible force, and its speed began to increase.
Then he looked forward, motionless, but his eyes kept flickering, as if he was hesitating for something.
After a long time, Chen Chen gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision. He turned over his hand and took out a white jade seal the size of his thumb. It was crystal clear and floated in front of him.
As a magic formula sank in, many purple-gold runes the size of mosquitoes and flies suddenly appeared on the surface of the seal, condensing into a magic circle about a foot in size, and gently rotating.
Every time a breath passes, the magic circle fluctuates.
Time passed little by little, a full quarter of an hour passed, and there was no change in the formation.
There was no trace of impatience on Chen Chen's face, and he waited patiently.
After another half-quarter of an hour, the magic circle suddenly lit up, and a dark figure appeared inside. It was a man in black robes, with a broad forehead and a broad face, but his shape was like a gaunt wood, his face was sallow, and he looked terminally ill.
appearance.
"Son of the Silly Emperor, I haven't seen you for a long time. My fellow Taoist looks like he is still as charming as ever." Chen Chen cupped his fists and cupped his hands with a warm smile on his face.
"My name is Luo Rong. If you have any questions, please keep it short." Luo Rong didn't have a good expression when facing Chen Chen, looking a little impatient.
"I wonder if my friend is in the Tang Dynasty now? This emperor's son has a great opportunity here." Chen Chen's smile faded and he said somewhat mysteriously.
"Is it related to the identity of the Son of Heaven and Earth? You are actually willing to tell us." Luo Rong's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.
"If you want to become a son of heaven and earth, you must first kill the existing sons of heaven and earth. You know this, fellow Taoist, right?" Chen Chen said slowly.
"What does this mean? Do you have any information about who the Son of Heaven and Earth is?" Luo Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That's right, that person is in Datang right now!" Chen Chen's eyes flashed and his words were astonishing.
"Is this true?" Luo Rong looked a little moved and confirmed cautiously.
"Whether it is true or not, fellow Taoist friends only need to contact their friends in Datang and they will know soon." Chen Chen touched his chin and shook his head.
"Listen to what you mean, could it be that you want to..." Luo Rong's eyes lit up slightly.
"Yes, that person is a martial saint. Even if we are reincarnated at the same starting point, our limited cultivation does not allow us to use our methods, but the martial arts experience of the martial saint is still there. If we fight alone, we are no match.
If we join forces, even if he has a special status in the Tang Dynasty, he will never be our opponent... How about that?" Chen Chen said with a smile.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Since that person can defeat you easily, his strength must not be weak. Even if he is affected by the reincarnation in the lower world, it is not something that a few of us can do."
It can be dealt with, and we have no power in the Tang Dynasty." Luo Rong pondered for a while and then said calmly.
"Fellow Taoist, don't worry about this. According to the information I know, handsome guy Jiang belongs to a famous family with a poor reputation. There are many enemies in the Tang Dynasty, and the Jiang family in the Tang Dynasty is, at best, only a city.
Just one of the local snakes here." Chen Chen said with a slight wave of his hand.
"It's still too risky to start taking action before finding out the true situation. It's better to wait for this person to leave his sphere of influence and act alone, and let the few of us do it ourselves." Luo Rong was silent for a moment.
Later, he said this.
"I believe that this matter will change sooner or later. Don't forget that there are not only a few of us in this world, but also the direct sons and disciples of the quasi-emperors. They are not bad either. The destiny of the son of heaven and earth
, and nine thousand years of flat peaches are enough for us to fight for." Chen Chen said slowly, his words full of endless temptation.
Luo Rong was speechless, his eyes flickering, as if he was moved by Chen Chen's words.
After a moment, he slowly said: "Okay, I have written down this matter. If everything is as you said, you and I will join hands to participate in the grand event. As for the specific matters, we will wait until I discuss it with several other Taoist friends.
Certainly."
"Brother Luo is wise." Chen Chen smiled.
…
A few hours later, within the Tang Dynasty, there was a large hall deep in Qingfeng Temple.
There was nothing in the hall, except for a white jade platform in the center, on which a teleportation array of more than ten feet in size was humming and dazzling with white light.
Zhou Yun was standing in front of the magic circle at this moment, looking at the magic circle in front of him expressionlessly, as if waiting for something.
After a moment, the white light emitted by the teleportation circle expanded and contracted, and circles of runes emerged from the inside and outside, circling up and down, blooming with dazzling light.
In the light, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged, and after the light faded, their true faces were revealed.
The short man was a bald monk in black robes, with his hands behind his back, and his height was less than the other man's shoulders. His face was as dark as cast iron, and he exuded an indescribable cold aura.
The other person is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a black robe and with an elegant face. He is the disciple of True Lord Jinglang, Po Lang.
"Buddha, and fellow Taoist Polang, these two great masters have come to visit me. Qingfeng Temple is in full bloom today. Seeing each other again in this world, the two of you are still as charming as ever, especially the Buddha seems to have greatly improved his cultivation.
This is really a gratifying thing!" Zhou Yun said with a smile as he cupped his hands towards the two of them.
The bald monk is a disciple of Mahayana Buddhism in the upper realm. Jin Guyuan is not only a disciple of Mahayana Buddhism, he is also the younger generation in the entire upper realm and can be regarded as the number one person in Buddhism.
However, this person has a withdrawn personality and does not stay in Buddhism all year round. No one knows where he retreats on weekdays.
Fozi just nodded slightly to Zhou Yun, which was regarded as saying hello.
"Fellow Taoist Zhou Yun, it's been a long time." Po Langchong returned Zhou Yun's courtesy and said with a faint smile.
"Two fellow Taoists, this is not the place to talk. Please move to the side hall." Zhou Yun chuckled, made a gesture of invitation, and then led the way.
After a while, the three of them came to a side hall and sat down separately for the guests of honor.
"Fellow Taoist Zhou Yun, where is that handsome guy Jiang now?" Po Lang went straight to the topic as soon as he sat down.
Before coming to Wanling Secret Realm, he knew that there was a relationship between handsome guy Jiang and Li Taibai, and that Li Taibai was really the one who killed his senior brother, so if he wanted to take revenge, he would start with handsome guy Jiang.
To be continued...