Demoness, Where Are You Fleeing To?

At the bottom of the Dali Temple Prison, the place is full of gloom and filthy.

On the easternmost side of the prison on this floor, the prisoner Li Hongjing, who was imprisoned here, could only feel his scalp at the moment. He saw that the wall behind his room suddenly collapsed in pieces. Cinnabar red stones were sprinkled all over the ground.

Then a trace of white breath came out from the stone layer. After a 'boom', what finally appeared in front of him was an insubstantial-looking monster.

It is very tall, four feet high - but it is an existence that seems to be pieced together from countless corpses. Its hands are pieced together from countless human hands; its two eyes are made up of hundreds of people's eyeballs; its hair It looks like human fingers, but it's not the same; there are obvious traces of splicing on the skin.

Li Hongjing's consciousness had stagnated, his hands and feet were sore and weak, and he knelt on the ground with his body trembling. I could only watch the monster continue to approach, but couldn't move.

Until a hand reached out from behind and pulled him to the corner of the cell.

"Kid, don't move. Don't stand in front of them. This floor is full of prisoners who are wanted to be executed by the imperial court. As long as you don't provoke them intentionally, they won't harm you."

Only then did Li Hongjing realize that this situation was not limited to their cell. The surrounding cells and walls are also crumbling one after another. Hundreds of various kinds of resentful spirits are constantly breaking out of the wall.

However, these extremely sinister and powerful existences turned a blind eye to them. After they escaped from the cell, they turned into wisps of evil wind that could freeze people, blowing towards the door.

The person who rescued him was an old man with greasy gray hair and a disheveled face. What is striking is that he not only has heavy chains on his body, but also has numerous Zhenyuan nails driven into it.

"Cao Xianzhang." Li Hongjing calmed down for a moment, and then asked in surprise: "Excuse me, what is going on? Why do so many Yin spirits suddenly come out?"

"The Sanfa Si of the Jin Dynasty was built on the former site of the San Fa Si in the B.C. Yuan Dynasty. The B.C. Yuan Dynasty was renovated on the basis of the imperial capitals of the Liao and Jin Dynasties. At that time, the place was very magical. Especially the Tibetan Esoteric Sect likes to use human sacrifices. If there is no way to place the sacrifices they choose, they will be thrown into the prison of Sanfasi for temporary storage until they are used."

The old man surnamed Cao answered casually: "After the Great Jin Dynasty, although this prison was renovated and expanded several floors, more resentful spirits have accumulated over the past three hundred years. Dali Temple is in charge of all major events in the world. In the trial of criminal cases, it is inevitable that there will be unjust killings and wrongful convictions.

Even if the facts of the case are clear, the criminal may not be convinced. Accumulated over the years, there are ten to twenty thousand of them. The evil spirit at Caishikou is too strong, and the imperial power suppresses them. They cannot stay and do no harm. These evil spirits can only return to the cells where they lived during their lifetimes. . "

Having said this, the old man surnamed Cao raised his head and looked upward again: "They should be trying to harm someone. You see, those prison guards have been transferred in advance. I don't know what kind of person they are. They want to use them." With such a big move, they did not hesitate to instigate the evil spirits of the entire Sanfa Division——"

At this time, on the top floor of Dali Temple, Li Xuan was looking at the cell door with an indifferent expression. At this moment, he could see a thick layer of black and white death fog surrounding his cell door.

Li Xuan's mind could feel the death fog and countless eyes staring at him, which made people feel numb.

On the three walls, countless densely packed human faces were highlighted, and they were all looking at him with gray-white eyes.

These evil spirits seemed to be afraid of something and did not rush in. Only a trace of tentacle-like gray death mist extended in, and then it collapsed and disappeared under the sweep of Li Xuan's powerful aura.

Li Xuan, however, showed no fear. He had the Heavenly Realm and Dao Fruit at his side, as well as unexpected help from the enemy. The two immortal weapons on his body were also designed to defeat ghosts and resentful spirits, but he was just worried about future troubles and did not use them.

With these trump cards in hand, what should he fear?

At this time, Li Xuan simply chuckled, took the large wolf brush he took out of the Xiao Xumi Ring, walked to the stone wall, and started writing with the brush.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky -"

As the words of this righteous song leapt out on the wall, those faces let out tragic wails, turning into countless black energy and dissipating.

At this time, the "Song of Righteousness" scroll that Li Xuan had stored in the scripture box also flew out. The writing on the scroll emitted a purple-gold light, which matched with Li Xuan's majestic aura and illuminated the entire cell.

The ghosts outside the cell also let out piercing screams. They crowded and pushed, and gradually retreated to a place ten feet outside Li Xuan's cell.

Li Xuan ignored the many resentful spirits outside. He concentrated on writing vermilion handwriting on the wall.

Even the huge bells ringing from the direction of the Confucian Temple in the distance were ignored.

I just visualized Li Zhetian's 'empty sword intention' wholeheartedly, but it was fundamentally different. The core of this sword intention was also replaced by his pure and vast intention, which only relied on the power of the void sword to gather momentum. My own generosity, will and belief! A stream of pure purple majesty condensed on the tip of his pen.

Under the guidance of this tyrannical force, Li Xuan's handwriting turned out to be just like the "bamboo stone" written before, with iron and silver hooks, as powerful as a startling dragon.

Then Li Xuan wrote, "The prisoner of Chu wears his crown and is sent to the poor north in a chariot." The tripod wok is as sweet as glutinous rice, but you can't get it if you ask for it. There was a ghost fire in the underworld, and when the spring courtyard was closed and it was dark, the wall in front of Li Xuan suddenly began to collapse and shrink, gradually becoming as hard as steel, with countless sharp and majestic auras leaking out of it, and the wall in front of Li Xuan... The spirits are slaughtered and killed!

"What's going on?" At this time, Huichang Bo Sun Jizong was just across the three walls of Li Xuan's cell, watching everything happening outside the three walls with his magic skills. But he looked in the direction of the Confucian Temple in astonishment: "The 'Warning Bell' chimes by itself. Is it an authentic calligraphy work?"

The bell in the direction of the Confucian Temple vibrated, and it has been ringing for the fourth time now. This shows that the "Song of Righteousness" that Li Xuan is writing is of great value to Confucianism.

This can also be seen from the scene in Li Xuan's cell. Those powerful Yin spirits that are enough to cause large-scale spiritual disasters in the county capital are completely unable to get closer than a foot away from the prison cell!

"I have forgotten that the Dali Temple Prison was the place where Duke Wen Zhong Lie was imprisoned by the former Yuan Dynasty. He also wrote the song of righteousness here. The authentic calligraphy written by this son must be the legacy of Duke Wen Zhong Lie Caused by Ze.”

Yanshenggong Kong Xiude then stared hard and whispered: "Huichang Bo can rest assured, but to this extent, it cannot stop the evil accumulated here for more than a thousand years. He is just a third door, one by one, No matter how pure the majestic spirit is, its quantity is very limited, and if it were Yu Jie or Wen Zhonglie Gong who was reincarnated, it would still be about the same."

Li Xuan had already written the last line of the Zhengqi Song. At this time, he heard the last bell ringing in the direction of the Confucian Temple.

At this moment, the black mist outside poured into the cell again. They don't know what prompted them, but even if they were illuminated by the rich purple-red brilliance in the cell until their souls were wiped out, they still kept coming, one after another, surging forward.

Li Xuan's face was expressionless. He dipped the wolf brush in his hand into cinnabar ink, and then walked to the wall on the other side.

At this time, the first sentence he wrote was filled with murderous intent, and every stroke and every stroke seemed to be like a sword, gun, sword, and halberd.

"In the Yanhuang land, there are so many heroes. They are not afraid to fight with one against a hundred people. If a person is not timid, he will take revenge. Look at the blood of my Chinese man. The blood of a man comes from heroism, and his heroic spirit penetrates his chest and his heart is as iron. He holds a golden knife, wears a white jade, and eats it when he is hungry. Covered with a vulture, thirsty to drink Hu Jie’s blood——”

This song "General's Order - A Man's Journey" comes from modern times and is said to have been written by an outstanding man named Qiu Sheng.

Li Xuan saw it when he was on Zhihu in his previous life. He was deeply impressed by it when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. Later he graduated and entered the workplace, but he felt that this poem was too murderous and violent.

But at this moment, what Li Xuan wants to use is the unparalleled heroism and murderous spirit of this poem to suppress the evil spirits!

He slightly modified the word, removing those modern words, and wrote it on the stone wall. The effect was immediate. In just a few sentences, the gray death mist transformed by the resentful spirits outside the prison was completely stagnant. Then pieces of ice disintegrated.

Li Xuan's pure majestic energy is now turning into swords, spears and halberds, slashing into it and sweeping everything, no one can match it!

"Set up the class's super ambition, observe the Suwu festival, sing martial arts and Mu poems, and say goodbye to the water. The fallen leaves are rustling, the blood of the strong men is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad songs are singing——"

Under the guidance of the words, Li Xuan's aura has condensed into a pure purple shape. It contains immeasurable killing intent, breaking through the prison and straight into the sky.

Li Xuan, who was concentrating on writing at this time, did not notice it. At this moment, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the ground outside the Dali Temple Prison, spreading outward like spider webs.

All the building surfaces in Dali Temple also cracked, causing many Dali Temple officials working here to walk out of the stone room with stunned expressions.

"——You didn't see it, but the wise men rose up and the strong men died, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from then on. Once the barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the coward and the people wept!"

The cell where Bosun Jizong of Huichang was hiding was constantly shattering and collapsing.

He looked around in astonishment, his eyes deeply puzzled: "What's going on?"

This is the prison of Dali Temple. The Tianzihao room here is made of top-quality stone to prevent prisoners from escaping. But at this time, these walls suddenly collapsed.

Yanshenggong Kong Xiude, however, had a pale face and was unable to answer for a moment.

The sword-wielding boy frowned, and there was a solemn look in his eyes: "That's because the earth's energy was sucked away."

Sun Jizong understood in an instant that the surrounding earth energy was condensing towards Li Xuan, and was used to carry the famous poems written by Li Xuan.

——That stone wall was originally not enough to carry Li Xuan's poem.

But when Li Xuan started writing, he felt the will of heaven and earth, and attracted the spirits of heaven and earth to converge in his writing, causing the surrounding earth energy to gather on the stone wall. While strengthening the structure of the stone wall, it also made the All the surrounding brick walls, mud and stone have begun to turn into sand.

At this moment, Sun Jizong heard a huge roar coming from the direction of the Confucian Temple.

This bell ringing was different from the previous ones. Sun Jizong had faintly heard the sharp sound of gold and the sound of killing.

"Another authentic piece of calligraphy?" Sun Jizong couldn't help showing surprise and confusion again: "Can such writing be recognized by Confucian and Taoist sages?"

"Why can't we recognize it? The poetic meaning of this poem is in the same vein as the Gongyang School's theory of 'great revenge', and it is also in line with the saint's 'repaying evil with straightness and repaying kindness with kindness'."

Yanshenggong Kong Xiude had a cold face, and he suppressed his heart palpitations: "This poem is majestic and full of killing intent. It is a killing weapon rarely seen in Confucianism and Taoism in thousands of years. In the future, it may be comparable to "Song of Righteousness" .”

Kong Xiude thought to himself that everyone said, "There is only one talent in the world, but Li Qianzhi has eight fights." I'm afraid this sentence is not an exaggeration.

He already vaguely regretted that he had become an enemy of Li Xuan for the sake of the key to the throne.

Just the two original pieces of calligraphy left by Li Xuan this time will be famous throughout the ages!

If Li Xuan died unjustly today, then as his opponent, Kong Xiude is naturally a sinister villain. He will definitely be accused and criticized in the future, and even his reputation will be ruined!

At this time, behind them, Sun Chuyun, who was forcibly locked up by Sun Jizong, had already bright eyes shining brightly.

At this moment, Li Xuan was dipped in ink again and continued to write the murderous words.

"——I want to learn from the ancient customs and revive my heroic spirit. My reputation is the same as dirt, and I will be ridiculed by those who disdain the benevolent. I wear a sharp iron sword and kill people when I get angry. I will cut off my legs and drink with each other, chatting and laughing, and the ghosts and gods will be frightened!"

Clang!

The sound of the bell once again shocked the whole city. Many ghosts in the Dali Temple Prison have appeared one after another in the gray death fog. They were wailing and crying, and were swept away into pieces one by one.

At the same time, in Chenghuang's underworld.

A lion-like spiritual beast with two wings on its back, a single horn on its head, and three pairs of ears was looking up with excited eyes.

"Master, have you seen this? He has only been out of Beijing for more than ten days, and his majestic energy seems to be purer. Sooner or later, he will be able to help you resolve the Seven Poisons!"

"It's really a wonderful literary work! Cutting off one's legs and drinking wine, chatting and laughing, this sentence really makes people's blood boil."

The majestic figure, whose body was pierced by countless chains and whose body was burning with seven types of poisonous fire, smiled and stroked the spirit beast's head: "I am also looking forward to this day."

"But I prefer the sentence: Once the invaders invaded the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the cowards and the cowardly people cried. After you died for the country, look what has become of this land of China?"

The spirit beast's eyes now showed confusion, "Master, you won't help this time? There are too many ghosts in Dali Temple Prison, and he may not be able to survive until the end."

But the stalwart figure shook his head slightly, with deep meaning in his eyes: "No need, there is a friend there who I met when I was imprisoned, and I have been waiting for him for more than a thousand years. Now that the situation is changing, he can transform into a dragon!"

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In the Forbidden City, the East Palace contains Yuan Pavilion.

"The so-called theory of great revenge originates from "The Analects of Confucius": It may be said: 'How about repaying evil with kindness?' Confucius said: 'How to repay kindness? Repay evil with straightness, repay kindness with kindness.'"

Shang Hong, a bachelor of Zuo Chunfang and an assistant minister of the cabinet, was looking in the direction of Dali Temple with his hands on his back, looking at the awe-inspiring purple energy that rushed up from the prison of Dali Temple, containing endless murderous intent.

At this time, there are only a few people in the capital who have reached the state of "purple energy coming from the east". Shang Hong used his heels to guess and knew that it must be Jing'an Bo Li Xuan.

"Sages believe that revenge is necessary for grudges, and kindness and virtue must be repaid with the same kindness and virtue. Based on this, "The Legend of Gongyang" compiled many examples of revenge in the Spring and Autumn Period.

If Confucian scholars in the Han and Tang dynasties believed that laws and systems could not achieve justice, they would just draw their swords and rise up, like Xu Shu, Zhao Eqin, or Wu Shengren. But later Gongyang School was not conducive to the imperial rule, so it was banned by the imperial court——"

At this time, Shang Hong's eyes flashed with a strong sense of curiosity: "So, although the words written by Jing'an Bo are full of murderous intent and full of violence, they are still in line with the true meaning of the saint. This authentic calligraphy treasure has great significance for For us Confucian sects, it is also of great significance. It can be used as a power to protect the Tao, slay demons and eliminate evil, and it can also be used to refine majesty and enhance the killing power.

I just don’t know what the content of Jing Anbo’s ready-made article and poetry is, and what kind of situation led to it being written? "

Next to Shang Hong, Prince Yu Jianshen had a complicated expression.

What kind of situation Li Xuan was in at this time, perhaps no one in the palace knew it better than him except the Queen Mother.

There was a strong look of regret in his eyes: "Jing'an Bo's talent is unparalleled in the past and the present, and Gu regards him as an unparalleled national scholar. Not long ago, I tried to recruit him, but was rejected."

In Yu Jianshen's heart, at this moment, he felt a feeling of "How can a beautiful woman become a thief".

"Why regret? Uncle Chengyi's family has always only obeyed the emperor and never participated in court disputes. Uncle Jing'an's position must be in line with his ancestors. As long as the prince ascends the throne in the future, Uncle Chengyi and Uncle Jing'an will naturally They are all your minions and arms."

In fact, Shang Hong had vaguely guessed what happened at Dali Temple. He thought that the Queen Mother and her uncle Sun Jizong were so stupid that they pushed Prince Jing'an to their opposite side and destroyed a man who could support the country in the future. The pillar of Jin's fortune for decades.

But what has happened is irreversible.

Although Shang Hong felt sorry, he could only look forward. This Neo-Confucian protector died unexpectedly in the prison of Dali Temple, which was of great benefit to the prince.

Li Xuan now has great appeal among Neo-Confucian scholars. He puts great pressure on the prince, the queen mother, the orthodox emperor, and even Shang Hong.

Once this person dies, the already tilted balance in the court will surely be restored to balance.

Shang Hong is only worried that the emperor will intervene. The emperor will definitely be alert to the extraordinary sight of Dali Temple.

However, the Queen Mother spent so much money to set up the situation. She must have considered all aspects, so there should be no need to worry too much.

"But if this arm is broken, it's not a pity. There are countless heroes in this world. How can we find anyone who can be used? But after the incident in Dali Temple, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net There will definitely be rough waves in the court. Prince, you still have to be careful when dealing with——"

At this time, Shang Hong suddenly felt something in his heart and looked to the east. He only heard a "boom" sound, and the city wall made of black bluestone shattered into pieces, setting off a large mushroom cloud.

A ray of red light then rushed in and slammed into the wall of the East Palace.

"What is it?"

"Where did this monster come from? How dare you break into the palace?"

"This is the East Palace! Can't we tolerate evildoers?"

The guards all over the East Palace were furious, and the sound of swords being unsheathed was heard from all directions.

But at this time, the faces of Shang Hong and Prince Yu Jianji became stiff.

——Jade Qilin.

They could see clearly that it was the jade unicorn, a sacred beast that represented Confucian saints and had been extinct for thousands of years!