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Rebellion can still be suppressed by the national movement. "

"If the Ninth Prince is alive, he will definitely share the fate of the country and live and die with Dali."

"As long as the prince dies, the destiny of the country will not be destroyed, but similarly, if one of the princes dies, the destiny of the country will be partially dissolved and transferred."

Lin Xingtao learned from the children that the great decline and destruction, the chaos in various places, and the fighting situation were not something that the imperial master could avoid, but they were not large enough and could be easily suppressed by the imperial master.

However, the purple dragon shape in Lin Xingtao's mind lingered.

So similar.

Exactly the same.

It's the one on top of his head.

The two are simply enlarged and reduced versions.

He suddenly thought: Did I make a mistake? I am not wearing a body, but actually wearing a soul. After all, this body is young and has long hair...

Could I really be that Ninth Prince?

But I did wear pajamas at the beginning.

He asked Guozi guiltily: "Is the prince's luck shaped like a dragon, like that big dragon?"

"It's natural. Each prince has a small dragon on his head. If the country is peaceful and peaceful, the real dragon will most likely take shape among the princes."

Lin Xingtao felt even more guilty: "Then no one else will have dragon-shaped luck?"

"Yes!" The divination fruit said loudly, and Lin Xingtao felt slightly reassured.

"In today's troubled times, the real dragon has no master, and rebellions are everywhere. Those rebel leaders have snakes, pythons, dragons, etc. on their heads. One day, they will turn into dragons when they meet the wind!"

Lin Xingtao's heart tightened and he blurted out: "Am I destined to rebel?" Why was there a dragon above his head before he rebelled?

Bu Guozi was stunned for a moment, and then he was moved and said: "I didn't expect that junior brother would still have the heart to repay the kindness of my sect! Senior brother is overjoyed, but this rebellion must be considered in the long run. If you and I are noble in life, others will definitely come." No, but we need to find a good place to take refuge..."

Buguo groaned: "There is a righteous army in the west, the military posture is very large, hey is not good, the leader is a courageous generation ... another south of the south ..."

Lin Xingtao was quite shocked. Why did the topic suddenly turn to the rebellion? He just casually talked about rebellion or something, it was too much.

Qingqing in his arms said softly: "The current Dalin Dynasty is indeed not a good dynasty. The king is stupid, the teachers are monopolistic, and the people are suffering."

"But Dalin's national destiny is still strong. If we attack from the outside, we will be swallowed up." Bu Guozi continued, "So we have to disintegrate from the inside -"

"Junior Brother Divination!"

Lin Xingtao responded blankly: "Are you there?"

"The rebels from the west have already reached the prince's territory next door. You and I will set off immediately."

"To join the rebels?"

"No! Let's go to Prince Luoshui!"

A creepy feeling crept up Lin Xingtao's back. Looking at Bu Guozi's shining eyes, he could not help but feel a trembling and excited feeling of eagerness to try.

He seemed to have a premonition of what Bu Guozi was going to do, and his eyes gradually brightened.

The divination fruit transmitted the message into the secret passage:

"Junior brother! I wish you could pretend to be the Ninth Prince of Dalin!"

Pretending to be the Ninth Prince!

The author has something to say: The evil dragon roars and roars - it's Qingqing he's talking about, not Xiaolong.

Chapter 12 Luck and Fate (9)

A little beggar pretending to be that noble and noble prince!

The most ridiculous thing in the world!

But if it is Lin Xingtao, maybe it can be done.

There is no trace of suffering on his body, he has not been tempered by the suffering life of his enterprising spirit, and he does not have any humble thoughts that he is inferior to others.

On the contrary, he once lived a convenient and colorful life in modern society. Under the modern systematic education, it is no lie to say that he has read books for more than ten years. His appearance and temperament are more beautiful than those of the children of ancient aristocratic families. Not to mention giving in too much.

Just like Miss Xiao Er's maid, she can tell that she is extraordinary at a glance.

This is what a prince should be like! Even a prince living among the people should be like this!

Even if the decision to pretend to be the Ninth Prince was too hasty, in these troubled times, the simpler the plan, the more likely it is to succeed!

Just like some truths, the more absurd they are, the more people will believe them.

Men just want to be reckless and never act recklessly when encountering problems.

Bu Guozi stared at Lin Xingtao closely and said in an excited tone: "Junior brother, do you know that my Zhengqing Sect has a secret method that can mold the shape of luck!"

He didn't know that Lin Xingtao's luck was originally in the shape of a dragon, so he had to find a way to solve the problem that Lin Xingtao's luck had the same color as the prince, but a different shape.

"The most difficult step in pretending to be the Ninth Prince is how to hide it from the Taoist next to Prince Luoshui - Wangxuzi, the qi-watcher. He is the number one qi-watcher among the earthly immortals in the world today. He was attracted by Prince Luo. As a guest."

"As long as this person says that you have dragon-shaped luck, others will have to believe it!"

"Although Wang Xuzi is powerful, my Zhengqing Sect's secret method is not inferior to his. It's just that, senior brother, I'm relatively shallow and don't feel at ease. I still need help from the Lord God!"

After saying this, he turned around, swept the whisk, and bowed deeply in front of the statue. Lin Xingtao was also swept by his whisk and bowed together.

Three sticks of incense were instantly lit in the incense burner in front of the statue.

The fire flickered, and they waited quietly for a moment.

The statue had a spirit. Lin Xingtao saw the soil shake off, and a force spread out from the statue and enveloped them.

Bu Guozi shouted at the right time: "The latter is Bu Guozi, the eighth generation head disciple of the Zhengqing Sect, please God listen!"

"The late divination operator, the eighth generation head disciple of the former Zhengqing Sect, please help us!" Lin Xingtao imitated the shout.

A distant voice sounded in their hearts: "I already know what you discussed in the temple."

His tone was light, but it turned into full sharpness in the next second: "Let me ask you! Why do you do this rebellious thing! What do you want!"

Followed by this, there was an endless sense of oppression, as if people would be crushed to death by their own shame if they told lies under this sense of oppression.

Is a dying god so powerful? Lin Xingtao thought.

No, maybe he is too weak.

Bu Guozi's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "I am willing to support the wise king and cleanse this turbid world! I am willing to kill the national teacher and restore the righteous path! I am willing-"

"Do my best to restore justice to the God!"

The first two sentences are just seemingly righteous excuses, and the last sentence is the real idea in Bu Guozi's words: to help the God to restore his reputation and attract the God.

This God, who is only worshipped by a group of beggars in the small broken temple, has obviously been abandoned by the court and the people.

The God has a grudge against Dalin. Lin Xingtao's mind raced.

After a moment of silence, the God did not reveal his attitude, but continued to ask: "What should you do?"

He was asking Lin Xingtao.

Qingqing's words echoed in Lin Xingtao's ears: [He must be a great and kind god.]

Even if He resented Dalin, perhaps, He was unwilling to harm the people, just like He always protected the children in this Taoist temple.

He, who was about to decline and would perish if he helped them, might just want a promise, a promise that would take care of the people.

Lin Xingtao could not say any righteous classical Chinese, but he suddenly remembered the words that were often quoted in countless historical novels and often made his blood boil.

He took a deep breath and answered:

"I wish to -

establish my mind for heaven and earth!

Establish my destiny for the people!

Inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints!

Open peace for all generations!"

He was just answering the question, but for some reason, when he said this, he was a little dazed.

This passage mainly expresses a person's responsibility and mission to the country and society - this is what he wants.

Lin Xingtao actually didn't want to do such a great thing, but at this moment, he really felt that he should do it, or at least try to do it.

What exactly did he do in this world?

It's not to teach a few beggars.

It's to do something.

The golden eyes that appeared many times flashed in front of him again.

A slowly drifting sigh in his ear:

"Good."

The statue completely split from the original crack, but what followed was the golden light visible to the naked eye.

This is the last power of a god who has persisted in the broken Taoist temple for countless years without dying.

The golden light flew to the top of Lin Xingtao's head, forming a vortex that almost drilled into his head. ┆┆This┆┆work┆┆is┆┆provided┆┆online┆┆read┆┆

Bu Guozi stood up with his eyes wide open, and shouted: "Observe the way of heaven, follow the way of heaven! There are five thieves in heaven, and those who see them will prosper!"

The voice echoed loudly, as if it was a celestial being reciting.

"——The power of the Heavenly Master, apply it to me!"

In Lin Xingtao's eyes, Bu Guozi turned into an old man with a fairy-like appearance, and a pair of big hands pinched the gold on his head.

Qi Luck shapes.

A dragon-shaped body was formed in an instant, and he saw his little dragon took the opportunity to flick its tail and drill into the body.

As if it was perfect, he escaped the eyes of Bu Guozi who used the secret method for a short time.

Finally, as the golden body was stained by his own purple qi and turned into the same appearance as the dragon of national destiny outside, Bu Guozi took a step back and spit out blood.

Everything was quiet, Qingqing and Dale looked around, but they could not see anything.

Then Bu Guozi looked at Lin Xingtao's head and laughed, ignoring the blood on his mouth.

"This appearance! This demeanor! This dragon-shaped destiny is set on the table! Who dares to say that you are not the ninth prince of Dalin!"

Lin Xingtao opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly felt a heat rising from his lower abdomen.

In his mind, the words "Observe the way of heaven, follow the way of heaven" that Bu Guozi had just recited echoed.

He suddenly saw his internal organs - it seems to be called internal vision, it is a wonderful feeling, he is almost immersed in this feeling of floating in the air and leaving his body.

Bu Guozi saw his abnormality, pressed his shoulder and frowned, then smiled and said: "I almost forgot that you have opened your sea of ​​consciousness, and you have naturally entered the Tao after hearing the Taoist mantra."

"Congratulations, junior brother, on embarking on the path of cultivation!"

"Let me guide you!"

The trace of heat that Bu Guozi guided Lin Xingtao to travel in the body, transfer to the internal organs, and then generate heat again, just repeat this process.

This is the Taoist body training, also known as internal training.

Taoists are not the kind of magicians who only know magic and have weak bodies. They strengthen their bodies during this stage of body training, and their physical fitness is almost comparable to that of military generals.

Lin Xingtao has never felt so comfortable, his whole body is connected as if the Ren and Du meridians are opened. The true energy in his body is endless, and he feels as light as a swallow, and can walk on the wall.

When he came back to his senses from the mysterious practice, it was actually the time when the morning sun was about to rise outside.

The children in the Taoist temple couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

Bu Guozi led him out of the Taoist temple and stood in the open space.

"Go and refine this first ray of morning sun."

So when suddenly a cloud of mist rose and mist rubbed his eyes, Lin Xingtao faced the morning sun and used the internal cultivation method that he had practiced all night, breathing in and out a trace of extremely hot air into his body.

He was warm all over. Although he hadn't slept all night, he was so energetic that he even wanted to do a set of radio gymnastics called "Rising Sun" facing the morning sun.

He rarely got up so early.

During college, he had never seen a library at four in the morning.

It turns out that getting up early is so good.

Now he only felt that there was a breath of happiness in the air. He looked at the white stars in the sky, they were jumping and about to disappear in the white sky.

The blue-green Taoist robe on his body was blown by the wind, and it made a sound like a big bird spreading its wings to fly.

The Taoist temple on his head was tilted, but he didn't help it, enjoying the leisurely and free moment to the fullest.

"She is beautiful but does not fight for spring, she only announces the arrival of spring."

"When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."

He suddenly remembered the poem that he could not finish before.

He did not care whether the poem was appropriate or not, he just recited it happily and laughed.

He was clear-minded and quick-witted.