I have a book of salvation

The old man Wen Sheng was stunned.

Let's talk about this before, although I knew that Wu Yong was forced by the imperial edict to cut off his head with a sword, and it was not Zhao Weixian who did such an evil thing of killing his fellow disciples.

But as to why his divine sprouts were in the hands of Zhao Weixian, the old man Wen Sheng only guessed that it was because Zhao Weixian obtained his divine sprouts through some unknown means after his death.

But listening to what he said now... Zhao Weixian got it before he died?

Or did you hand it over by yourself...?

The old man Literary Saint looked at Yu Chen. He knew that Yu Chen could see the revolving door of ghosts.

The latter nodded slightly.

The old man's brows furrowed tightly.

Just listen to Zhao Weixian continue to speak and talk about what happened that night.

That night, just moments before Wu Yong raised his sword and chopped off Wen Sheng's head.

Zhao Weixian was called home by the old man Wen Sheng.

Then the Daxia Literary Sage took out an iron box and handed it to him.

He didn't say what was inside, he just said that he would be in trouble soon and would hand over the contents of this iron box to Zhao Weixian for safekeeping.

Zhao Weixian asked what was going on, but the old man Wen Sheng didn't say anything and just asked him to accept it.

Zhao Weixian had no choice but to go back with the iron box.

As a result, as soon as he walked away that night, the old man, the literary sage, was beheaded by his disciple Wu Yong.

Zhao Wei's ancestors were all dumbfounded.

He really didn't expect that the "tribulation" his senior brother was talking about was...the emperor wanted to kill him!

After knowing this, Zhao Weixian didn't believe it!

What secret treasure?

What defection?

He would rather believe that the emperor had defected than that his senior brother Li Huan, the Literary Sage of Great Xia and a man of great talents, would defect with the so-called secret treasure!

What's more, if Li Huan really wanted to do something, could he let Wu Yong chop off his head?

——When he was a student, Wu Yong would even wash the feet of the literary sage old man!

Such respect!

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Weixian finally opened the iron box.

I wanted to see if there was anything in it that could prove my senior brother's innocence.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it. When he looks at it, he will be fooled by others!

Inside this iron box is a bloody brain!

No wonder the old man Wen Sheng was uncharacteristically wearing a hat when he handed the things to him!

It turned out to be because at that time he had already opened his skull and taken out his brain!

But knowing this is useless!

Zhao Weixian lived like this for several months with the old man's brain in mind.

Until last night, the underworld judge broke in and snatched it away.

"That Judge of the Yin Division, I thought he was rampant, but he was just a chivalrous person. I didn't expect..." Zhao Weixian sighed.

Yu Chen: "..."

He sighed, and Senluo's grimace grew out from under his flesh, shocking Zhao Weixian!

"you?!"

"Mr. Zhao, I am the underworld judge." Yu Chen shook his head and said, "But last night, I was offshore."

Zhao Weixian was stunned.

The old man Wen Sheng also nodded, "I was with him at the time."

"So...someone is framing you?" Zhao Weixian did not doubt the truth of this statement.

After all, if the tomb guard really killed him, then there is no need to bring his ghost back now, just wait for him to be wiped out by heaven and earth.

"Yes." Yu Chen nodded.

"Who do you have a grudge against?" Zhao Weixian asked again.

"That's a lot."

Yu Chen spread his hands and narrowed his eyes: "But there is only one person who can behead you."

In other words, only one person can do this in Jinling at the moment.

——Daxia, King Shenwu!

Coupled with the fact that the three deceased demon kings "resurrected", if you insist on saying that there is nothing wrong with King Shenwu, then Chun Chun is just treating people like fools.

One person and two ghosts, they all have speculations in their minds, so I won't say more.

"That's it for now." Yu Chen waved his hand and looked at Zhao Weixian: "Mr. Zhao, just stay with the old man. Leave your last wish to me - that's what I do. of."

"Thank you." Zhao Weixian sighed and nodded.

However, the old man Literary Saint was a little curious: "Junior brother, what is your last wish? Senior brother, please tell me?"

Zhao Wei first glared at him, turned around and left.

Yu Chen also left the Book of Saviors and returned to Wanjia Mausoleum.

As for Zhao Weixian's last wish, of course he knew it.

[Fifth Spiritual Wishes]

[Redress of injustice]

[Time limit: None]

[There will be a reward at the end of the matter]

The fifth-grade spiritual wish is the highest-grade last wish that Yu Chen has come across so far.

The content of Zhao Weixian's last wish is exactly as its name suggests.

——To clear away the grievances of his senior brother, Li Huan, the Literary Saint of Great Xia!

Let's talk about Zhao Weixian's revolving door. Apart from this, Yu Chen really didn't see any other last wishes from him.

It's the kind of thing that you can die in peace at any time.

However, the imperial decree slandered his senior brother Li Huan to seize the secret treasure and prepare to defect!

Can this be tolerated?

Are you just slandering me?

Slander my senior brother?

Dreaming!

Although it sounds outrageous, the revolving door will not lie. Zhao Weixian looks very aloof, but in fact he admires his senior brother Li Huan more than anyone else.

His last wish was not even to avenge him, but to let Yu Chen find out the truth behind the beheading of the old man Wen Sheng!

Sighing, Yu Chen put away the Book of Saviors.

Then he took out a black book from the mustard bag, called the stone who was cutting firewood outside, and handed the book to him.

"Tou Shi, from now on, in addition to working, start practicing."

Shitou was stunned, took the black book, grinned and nodded: "My dear, Shitou listens to you!"

He didn't know what this book was, and he didn't know what Yu Chen asked him to do.

But my father said that my benefactor’s words are equivalent to his old man’s words. They have their own truth and you have to listen to them!

Even if he is allowed to die, there must be his benefactor’s consideration!

The black book fell into Shitou's hands. He dropped blood on the book as Yu Chen said, and the book turned into a ray of yellow light and poured into Shitou's body.

"My benefactor, this book...is missing!" Shitou exclaimed!

"You don't care, just follow your feelings." Yu Chen instructed!

"It's up to you!" Shitou nodded heavily.

"Also, don't call me my benefactor in the future." Yu Chen shook his head, "It sounds awkward."

Shitou frowned and thought for a while, then smiled honestly, "Then Shitou will call you Master! Dad said that respectable people should be called Master! Master! If you have anything to do in the future, just tell Shitou!"

Seeing his cheerful look, Yu Chen reluctantly said nothing and let him go.

Then, Shitou went out and practiced the black book by feeling.

And Yu Chen sat back on the bed, thinking in his mind.

——The black book, named [Tiangang Infinite Sutra], was the reward given by the Sutra of Savior after fulfilling the last wishes of the two chiefs of the Supervisory and Earth Department and figuring out the refining formation under the sea.

This Tiangang Sutra is a pure classic of physical training and combat. It advocates tempering the physical body countless times, using strength to defeat skill, using the body to enter the Tao, stepping on the earth, shaking the sky with fists, and shattering the void!

When you practice to a high level, one punch can break mountains, split seas, and destroy cities and mountains!

Just after knowing this introduction, Yu Chen secretly praised it, it was such a fierce and domineering terrifying classic.

But this thing is not only overbearing in power, but also overbearing to practitioners!

——After practicing this Tiangang Infinite Sutra, you can only practice your body but not your Qi, and you can no longer use your Qi to display your magical powers.

Yu Chen was naturally not suitable, so he was left to Shi Tou for training.

This stupid big guy has high enough loyalty and terrifying physical talent, so he just happens to be practicing this thing.

If he becomes famous in the future and has strong combat power, Yu Chen will also be a big help.

After arranging the good things, Yu Chen no longer thought about the stone.

Then he thought about Zhao Weixian's death.

There is no doubt that the other party's goal is the old man's divine sprouts, or something inside his divine sprouts.

And if the "secret treasure" mentioned in the imperial edict really exists, it is probably among the old man Shen Bo, the literary sage.

It's just...if this thing really exists, what exactly is it?

Is it worth taking it away from someone like the old literary saint, and is it worthy of an imperial edict from the capital to get it back even if it kills the great literary saint of Great Xia?

at the same time.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some are worried.

When the whole of Jinling was filled with gloom because of Zhao Weixian's death.

Prince Shenwu's Mansion, a certain dark room.

A smile appeared on King Shenwu's stern face.

This dark room has no doors or windows except for a dark corridor. In the huge space, there are all kinds of strange creations.

There is a platform that looks like an assembly line, there are huge round glass bottles, there are various steel pipelines, there are huge furnaces that are as tall as a person, there are blazing furnaces and steam machinery...

Figures wearing green robes were busy walking through the darkroom with various materials in their hands.

They are not as mighty and domineering as the Alchemists, but they are one of the indispensable professions in this world.

--Alchemist.

Those powerful magical weapons, various styles of elixirs, and all kinds of strange talismans were all made by them.

At the door, a white-haired old alchemist put his finger-thick lenses in front of his eyes and carefully examined a bloody brain on the tray.

Full of wonder and praise!

"This... divine sprout is simply... art!"

"No! It's fate! Only uncanny craftsmanship can create such... beautiful divine sprouts!"

"I can see it today...this life is enough!"

"..."

chatter.

King Shenwu frowned, "Master Chen, cough!"

"Your Highness! Say it! Say it!" The old man finally came to his senses and spoke.

"There is something hidden in this divine sprout. Help me take it out." King Shenwu said.

The old man frowned and looked at the bloody brain: "Well... it's a bit difficult... but..."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and his eyes revealed a look of hopeless obsession and madness, "——I like it, old man!"

King Shenwu glanced at him with disgust and waved his hand: "As soon as possible."