Chapter 492 Palace Discussion (Monthly Ticket Replacement)
Changluo.
As the capital of the Second Empire of Yanhan, it is guarded by eight cities and gathers countless prosperity.
Even at night, there is a spectacular scene of fireworks and trees.
At the center of all this grandeur is, of course, the Royal Palace.
A simple car, carrying an ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist priest, drove in the imperial city in such a grand manner, attracting a lot of attention.
It should be noted that in this forbidden area of the Emperor, it has always been strictly forbidden for people to ride horses and ride sedan chairs.
The only ones who can do this are His Majesty the Emperor and a few people who hold the supreme power of this empire.
But when the middle-aged Taoist got out of the car, everything he looked at seemed natural.
Because the other party is the leader of the Taishang Dragon and Tiger Sect, Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun!
With such a status, it is natural that he should be given the qualification to ride horses and ride sedans in the imperial city.
Qingwei Dao Miaozhenjun got out of the car and entered the Chengtian Hall directly without anyone blocking him.
This hall was originally called Daoji Hall. In the first year of Chengtian, it was renamed by the old emperor, which was also a big turmoil.
At that time, several officials who wrote objections were executed with a cane.
But the old emperor still pushed all this forward with an extremely tough attitude.
Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun waited for a while, and then a young eunuch came out to deliver the order:
"Xuan... Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun is here to see you!"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly and entered the main hall.
The Chengtian Hall is magnificent, with nine dragon supporting pillars.
Not only that, the nine golden dragons did not seem to be carved from dead objects, but were like the embodiment of the dragon's energy, with eighteen bright eyes staring at the outsiders.
As the core of the Yanhan Empire, the main palace of the imperial city, and the seat of the emperor, this place is of course the center of the world and the center of dragon energy.
Even ordinary Yuandan masters will be greatly suppressed.
However, Qingwei Daomiao Zhenjun's face did not change at all, and he bowed: "Taoist, I have seen your Majesty!"
Behind the imperial desk sat an old man with white hair.
He has an ordinary appearance, only wearing a bright yellow embroidered dragon robe, with a simple bun on his head, and no cumbersome formal attire or accessories.
Those twelve-chapter crown robes are only worn during sacrifices, and are usually a burden.
The emperors of the Second Yanhan Empire no longer needed to use deliberate etiquette to prove their status and nobility.
In this world where Taoism manifests itself, the protection of dragon energy and the power flowing in the blood are the best proof!
Only a true mortal emperor would think of using various etiquette, regulations, and careful division of enjoyment in life to artificially distinguish classes.
But a true emperor doesn’t need all of this!
"Lao Zhenjun came here at starry night, but he has something to discuss!"
The old emperor's voice was calm, and he handed a copy of the document to Qingwei Daomiao Zhenjun.
Although the result can be obtained with a spiritual thought, or using the innate Bagua, or divination, in order to show respect, the middle-aged Taoist still took the fold and glanced briefly: "Daze City, the fourth prince was assassinated?"
A trace of blush appeared on the old emperor's face, with anger in his eyes, and he suddenly coughed a few times: "Ahem... The national situation is difficult... They actually want to fight among themselves like this, and collude with outsiders crazily!"
How terrible is it when the emperor is angry?
The nine golden dragons seemed to have opened their bloody mouths, trying to choose people to devour.
As for the serving eunuchs and maids, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and wished they didn't have ears.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Fortunately, the fourth prince has God's blessing and is safe."
Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun saluted again.
The old emperor was panting and pushed away the eunuch who was about to come forward to give him a massage. He looked at the middle-aged Taoist with great envy in his heart.
Emperors of all dynasties naturally wanted to practice, but it seemed that it was difficult to achieve positive results due to the interference of dragon energy.
'If I had stayed young, how could those rebellious sons have so many thoughts and act on them? ’
The old emperor had a fire in his heart, but he knew very well that his body was getting worse and worse.
I'm afraid...the deadline is not far away!
But he doesn't want to die!
With great power in hand, the world is at his mercy. Enjoying it for decades is not enough, he wants to enjoy it for another five hundred years!
Anyone who stands in the way of this goal is an enemy!
Even his sons, such as the unlucky rebellious eldest prince...
"Thanks to the protection of a casual cultivator, Si'er is fine..."
The old emperor said: "It happens tonight...according to the information, the soul of the casual cultivator just killed the Faceless Buddha with a flying sword."
"The Faceless Buddha has practiced both Buddhism and Demonology. He has survived two tribulations. Even among the souls, he is quite good..."
As a Dharmakaya cultivator, Qingwei Dao Miaozhenjun commented lightly.
"This person's name is Zhong Shenxiu, and he has a nickname, Mr. Shenxiu... He has been active in Fufeng Protector's Mansion before. At first, he could not show his magical power. Three years ago, he suddenly turned into Yuan Dan, and now... he is actually Yuan Dan. A godly monk."
The old emperor said slowly.
From the incident to the message being delivered to his hands, it only took a few hours.
Knowing all this in such a short time is enough to prove the terror of the royal family.
"That's good...but three years to become a soul?" The middle-aged Taoist laughed dumbly: "This is absolutely impossible!"
The new law not only needs time to settle, but also because various measures to deal with pollution need time to settle. A sudden change is never a good thing.
There is often only one outcome for doing this, and that is to completely lose control and turn into a monster!
"I also think he is a gamer. His previous magical powers and Yuan Dan were just disguises... This person also had some beef with your Dragon and Tiger Sect and killed a disciple."
The old emperor continued, his face expressionless, making it difficult to see his emotions and anger.
"Everything is at your Majesty's command!" the middle-aged Taoist replied calmly.
He really didn't take him seriously as a mere disciple. If the old emperor wanted to make peace with him in the middle, he had no objection.
"Nowadays, the country is really in trouble. It would be good to have an extra soul that I can use... Besides, this person has merit."
The old emperor said: "I have two decrees here. One is to make him the true king, and you will personally issue the decree! The other..."
"If this person really has secrets or evil intentions, he will be killed by the Taoist priests..." Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun said without any change in his expression.
If the opponent is just an ordinary soul with good combat power, then you might as well take it for your own use.
The title of True Monarch has always been given only to Dharmakaya, and there are very few Yuanshen monks. With this honor, 99% of the monks in the world have to work hard.
In fact, it's just a nice-sounding ban, so you don't need to take it too seriously.
"I also mean a thousand pieces of gold and horse bones. If the investigation is normal, you tell this new true king... I can meet one of his conditions, whether he wants people, land, or skills!"
The old emperor said calmly.
In fact, no truly powerful Yuanshen monk will be confused by a name.
If you want to win over, you still have to spend money.