Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice

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Stayed in the inn for four days.

After leaving, Yu Liang bought a blacksmith shop in Chang'an City.

Dang~dang~dang~

In the blacksmith shop, the sound of banging continued for more than half a month.

Finally, Yu Liang made a palm-sized bronze mirror.

The front is as smooth as a mirror, and the back is engraved with strange patterns.

Even though it looks inconspicuous, it has a lot of hidden treasures inside.

It adopts the principle of 'transparent copper mirror'. When light shines on the mirror surface, it will reflect the pattern on its back.

The pattern not only contains huge data, but also absorbs the energy of light waves.

As long as another piece of 'decoding' information is received, the corresponding function will be released.

Absorb energy, activate the magic formula, and exert its effect.

In Yu Liang's opinion, his bronze mirror is no different from the legendary fairy magic weapon!

"Sure enough, cultivating immortality is also about science!"

Satisfied, he put on the treasured mirror. The research at this stage was over for now. It was time for him to find a secluded place to practice.

To strike, one must be strong, and no matter how magical the method is, one must have a strong foundation to support it.

Walking on the streets leaving Chang'an City, as soon as I arrived at the city gate, I met a foreign caravan that was about to enter the city.

Yu Liang stood aside and waited for the other party to enter the city.

Behind the long caravan, there is also a performance motorcade.

The floats were lined with beautiful women dancing gracefully in silk skirts, their enchanting figures constantly attracting the attention of many people.

But in the middle of it, sitting high up, was a young monk in gilded robes.

When the motorcade reached the city, it suddenly stopped.

The monk in robes clasped his hands together and recited the sutra softly. Although his voice was very small, the people around him could clearly hear it.

As they listened to more and more scriptures, everyone's faces showed an expression of intoxication. In their eyes, the women on the floats all turned into fairies. They had sparse hair in high buns, exposed upper bodies, long skirts with ribbons, and held waist drums. Various musical instruments such as pipa, pipa, and transverse flute are astonishingly beautiful in appearance, rising and dancing in the air.

Spirituality!

Just when Yu Liang was about to break his illusion, he heard a large group of cavalry approaching quickly from a distance. He didn't take action for the time being. After a while, the cavalry rushed to the carriage.

The leading general took a step forward on horseback and yelled at the monk in robes: "Bold demon monk, in the Chang'an City under the Emperor's feet, you actually dare to show off your magic here, why don't you get down!"

Hearing this, the monk in robes smiled and sat motionless on the float.

Seeing this situation, the leading general pulled out the knife from his waist and loudly ordered: "Take them back. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy."

"yes!"

Just when the cavalry came forward, colorful powder suddenly fell from the beautiful women dancing on the float, and it fell everywhere in a moment.

In the eyes of everyone, a golden-winged bird descended and flapped its huge wings, creating a strong wind and blowing on everyone, making people lower their heads to avoid and bend down to resist.

"Chirp~"

A high-pitched cry.

The Garuda transformed into a half-human figure with a beak, wings, and claws, which is very similar to Garuda, the god of heaven in Buddhism.

"The gods have descended to earth!"

Faced with this situation, the people who did not know the truth knelt down and worshiped.

Even the cavalry stood still and did not dare to step forward.

"Sir, what should I do now?"

A cavalryman asked the leading general.

"what to do?"

The leading general angrily rebuked: "I warned you before I came here that this is all an illusion. It's all fake. What are you afraid of? Why don't you give it to me!"

After hearing the order, the cavalry rushed forward, but unexpectedly, Garuda in front of them just flapped his wings, and they were all blown away.

"It's all an illusion, it's not true!"

The leading general shouted to cheer himself up, then rushed forward with his sword and slashed Garuda's body, but it did not hit the real thing, but passed directly through him.

"Chirp~"

Garuda opened his bloody mouth and shouted loudly at the leading general, who was directly knocked away by the sound wave. He fell heavily to the ground, looked around and saw that all his men were defeated, and the leading general immediately ordered a retreat.

The people who witnessed all this kowtowed with even more reverence.

Garuda looked up to the sky and screamed, his wings shook, and he turned into a golden-winged bird again and flew into the sky and disappeared.

Also disappearing was Yu Liang, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines.

Outside Chang'an City

A group of people wearing black robes with bat wings gathered together and spoke some strange languages ​​to communicate with each other.

These people are actually the Garuda just now.

They used sound, smell, color and many other factors to create a large-scale illusion. What they saw was fake, but the attacks they received were real. It was true and false, so everyone was confused.

When Yu Liang appeared, they immediately held weapons and looked at him warily.

"Who is you?"

Listening to the other party speaking Chinese, Yu Liang smiled slightly and said: "It will be much more convenient if you can speak human language!"

Lifting a finger and pointing down, everyone on the other side seemed to have a heavy weight on their bodies, and they were all kneeling on the ground struggling to support it.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Hearing Yu Liang's questioning voice, everyone's minds fell instantly and they answered his questions honestly.

"We are the Zhanbojia tribe!"

What Zhanbojia clan? Yu Liang had never heard of this name, so he continued to ask, and the other party also answered accurately.

The Zhanbojia tribe is an ethnic group in Western Tianzhu.

Because he couldn't survive in Tianzhu, he came to the Central Plains. Later, he used the "Soul Transferring Technique" to help Li Yuan win the world, and was given the name "Demon Sealing Clan".

In the seventh year of Wude, the leader of the Feng Mo Tribe was imprisoned for treason, and his tribe sentenced him to tattooing and exile.

These demon-sealing tribesmen turned to King Qin Li Shimin and helped him complete the Xuanwu Gate changes.

However, after Li Shimin ascended the throne, not only did the Feng Mo Clan not receive any awards, but their titles and surnames were wiped out. The leader's limbs and tendons were severed, and his appearance was disfigured and imprisoned in Ganye Temple.

The birds are gone, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooked!

After listening to their stories, Yu Liang couldn't help but sigh.

After the earthquake, they were responsible for most of the strange and ghostly things in Chang'an City.

And Yu Liang got a particularly interesting news from them.

It's just that they didn't learn the lessons of the previous two times and took refuge in the prince Li Chengqian again. Everything they did was ordered by the prince.

Faced with the prince's solicitation, they actually believed that after the prince ascended the throne, he would restore the reputation of their demon clan and release the imprisoned clan leader.

As expected, they were a group of foreigners who were completely incapable of conspiracies and tricks, and were fooled by three generations of the Li family!

Taking refuge in the prince, regardless of whether the prince will successfully succeed to the throne, even if he succeeds, I am afraid that the butcher's knife will be the first to reach out to these people.

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