Peerless Pirates

Walking out of the main hall of Shangqing Palace, Lang Bochuan breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed look on his face. Lang Bochuan really had no interest in the activity of offering sacrifices to mountains. Unlike his father, Lang Bochuan was a typical "child" "If you don't talk about strange power and chaos," it's just a matter of worshiping ancestors and heaven. Going to Qingcheng Mountain to worship the mountain in the cold weather is just a fool's errand.

Anyway, I have finished my life and can finally have some fun in Qingcheng Mountain. Qingcheng Mountain is divided into front mountain and back mountain. Taoist temple ruins are mainly concentrated in the front mountain, while the back mountain is surrounded by vast mountains and inaccessible. Although you can’t go deep into the back mountain to play at the moment, There is still a lot to do in Qianshan. Chaoyang Cave, Patriarch Hall, and Chang Taoist Temple are must-see places.

Immediately, Lang Bochuan took a total of twenty escorts and went down the mountain with Song Zheng. The journey down the mountain was naturally faster, and they arrived at Chaoyang Cave in more than an hour.

The entrance of Chaoyang Cave faces east and faces the direction of sunrise. It is said to be the habitat of Ning Fengzhang. It is several feet deep and wide, and there is a cave inside. The entourage lit torches, and Lang Bochuan and Song Zheng went in and walked around, sighing a few words about the miraculous craftsmanship of nature. They collaborated on a poem and reprinted it.

"Let's go, let's go to the Patriarch's Hall first, and we will rest at Changdao Temple when we come back." Lang Bochuan was in high spirits. There were countless eyes watching him in the city, and he had standards when speaking and doing things. Lang Bochuan was not allowed to let his behavior go wild. But now, Qingcheng Mountain has been blocked due to the sacrifice of the mountain. Since it was closed, ordinary people could not go up the mountain except for the Taoist priests who were registered in various temples, so it was very quiet. Except for the accompanying guards, there was no one in the mountains and plains, and Lang Bochuan couldn't help but want to indulge for a while.

Song Zheng smiled and nodded, and the team immediately turned towards the direction of the Patriarch's Hall.

Qingcheng Mountain is a group of mountains. The top of Pengzu Peak, where the sacrifice mountain is located, is the highest in Gaotai Mountain. The other Zhangren Peaks and Tiancang Mountain are shorter. The Patriarch's Hall is on Tiancang Mountain, although it is not as difficult to climb as Peng Gaotai Mountain. Climb up, but it was obviously a challenge for the slightly frail Lang Bochuan. He also refused to sit in a sedan chair, so when he arrived at the Patriarch Hall, he was already very tired and temporarily lost the pride of guiding the country.

Song Zheng kept his pace, laughing and chatting about the romance, not blushing or out of breath, which surprised all Lang Bochuan's guards and they all muttered to themselves.

After having a meal at the Patriarch's Hall at noon, Lang Bochuan regained his energy and became interested again. He led Song Zheng around the Taoist temple twice, leaving behind seven or eight poems suitable for the occasion. Then he came down the mountain. The sun sets in the west.

"Ahead is Changdao Temple, also known as Tianshi Cave." Going down the mountain was relatively brisk, and Lang Bochuan didn't feel out of breath.

Song Zheng had passed by Changdao Temple before when he went up the mountain, but he didn't get through the door. This time he took a good look at it.

Speaking of which, Tianshi Cave is the highlight of Qingcheng Mountain, and its scale is incomparable to other Taoist temples. From a distance, you can see the Sanqing Hall of Tianshi Cave, with its glazed eaves shining brightly in the setting sun, and the surrounding dusk flowing, looming, and unique. Detailed and peaceful scenery.

"How can such a beautiful scenery be without poetry?" Lang Bochuan was moved by the beautiful scenery and immediately began to think about it.

Song Zheng smiled and said, "The mountain road seems to be close but is actually far away. It's getting late. Prince, it's better to hurry up."

Lang Bochuan smiled helplessly and said, "How can Mr. Song be so boring and poetic?" Song Zheng shook his head and said nothing, and walked faster down the road. Lang Bochuan had no choice but to speed up his steps.

Hurrying slowly, we finally arrived at the gate of Chang Taoist Temple before dark, and the prince escort came to call the door. After a while, the door opened, and two Taoist boys, one tall and one short, came out.

Song Zheng frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. You must know that as the place where the emperor of Shu paid attention, Chang Taoist Temple was subjective, so the Taoist boy who greeted him was naturally very particular. But the two Taoist boys in front of him were very different. The short one looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty face, which is acceptable, but his face is pale, as if he is sick. The taller one is about twenty years old, with a strong body and broad hands and feet. Although he looks good, Song Zheng I always feel like he has a vicious aura about him.

After passing the gate and looking into the courtyard, Youda's front hall was lit with only two lanterns. The lights were dim and looked very dark. The hall at the far end was brightly lit, and seven or eight Taoist priests could be seen. One of them had his back to the gate. It seems like you are paying homage to the golden body of the Heavenly Master.

The guard who knocked on the door shouted loudly, "His Royal Highness is here, please quickly call Abbot Guiguan to come and greet you."

Both Taoist boys bent down and recited "Good Fortune and Longevity". The little Taoist boy said, "Your Highness entered the temple first, and the little Taoist boy went to call the abbot." After saying this, he made a "please" gesture.

Just as Lang Bochuan was about to take action, Song Zheng said, "Prince, it's better to wait a moment. The courtesy between a monarch and his ministers cannot be abolished."

Lang Bochuan replied casually, "People from outside the country don't need to care about common etiquette."

"You can do it elsewhere, but the Taoist temple is always subjective in Qingcheng, how can you take it lightly." Then Song Zheng said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I heard that the Holy Master often comes here to practice. But this time in Qingcheng, he came to offer sacrifices to the mountain and pray. God, it’s better to respect royal etiquette and law.”

Lang Bochuan stopped and glanced at Song Zheng curiously. In Chaoyang Cave and the Patriarch's Hall, Song Zheng was not so particular, but what happened when he arrived at Changdao Temple?

"The abbot is doing evening classes and asked the prince to move into the courtyard. We will go and report immediately." The taller Taoist boy turned around and glared at the hesitant little Taoist boy, "Hurry up and go."

The little Taoist boy trembled and ran toward the door in a panic. However, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Song Zheng's doubts were even deeper. It is said that this Taotong was a person who had met the emperor. He should not be in such a state. Why was he at a loss?

At this time, Gao Daotong hurriedly said, "Your Highness, when Junior Brother Ling saw you for the first time, you were frightened and panicked for a moment. Please forgive me and read the whole book after you have been cleared and blessed."

"It doesn't matter." Lang Bochuan has a good temper and doesn't care.

Song Zheng asked casually and loudly, "How is Taoist Master Tianling always doing?" Although he had never been to Chang Tao Temple, he still knew the name of the abbot in the temple.

"Thank you for your blessings, Master, everything is well."

"Is Taoist Tianji okay? Last time I met him, his profound knowledge was admirable." This Taoist priest Tianji is also here, and he is now presiding over the Zunjing Pavilion of Changdao Temple.

"Taoist Priest Tianji is also well."

"Tianxing, the two Taoist priests Tianyun heard that Yunyou went away, are they back now?"

"This..." Gao Daotong hesitated for a moment and immediately replied, "They are all waiting inside the temple."

Song Zheng's brows suddenly shrank, and his eyes shot out sharply, staring at the Taoist boy. The Taoist boy raised his head slightly, caught a glimpse of Song Zheng, and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

Seeing this scene, Song Zheng couldn't help but be vigilant. He quietly took a step sideways, blocking the front of Lang Bochuan, swinging his left hand behind him, and then said loudly, "Tian Lingdao is very rude today. If I had known that the prince would His Highness is here, but he didn't come out early to greet you." Then he pointed at the guard who knocked on the door and said, "Go and take a look inside the temple."

The guard also seemed to see something was wrong. He put his hand on the handle of the knife and strode forward.

Song Zhengfu turned around and said, "I heard that there are natural paintings in that room. Your Highness may wish to take a look first. I have to go back to the city tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to see them."

"It's okay to delay for one more day. At this time..." Suddenly, Lang Bochuan saw Song Zheng's glances, which looked very anxious, and heard Song Zheng whisper in a low voice, "Changdao Temple has no natural nature, Tianyun Er Taoist."

Lang Bochuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and quickly changed his words, "You might as well go and have a look. The natural pictures are not far from here. Come with me and come back as soon as possible."

The Taoist priest was anxious and said loudly, "It's getting late at this time. Why should the prince be in such a hurry? It's better to rest in the temple for a night and see again tomorrow morning. The scenery will be more distinct."

"You can arrange the prince's behavior as you please!" Song Zheng angrily rebuked.

At this moment, the guard who had just walked into the courtyard suddenly turned around and said loudly, "Your Highness, hurry up, there is..." Before he could finish his words, there was a sound in the air, and a sharp arrow was shot from the back of his neck. Enter and come out through the throat.

Immediately afterwards, countless black shadows poured out from the courtyard and headed straight for the gate.

"Protect Your Highness!" Song Zheng shouted, and the Coiling Dragon Sword Stick came out of his sleeves and hit the tall Taoist boy. The Taoist boy was also a smart person. When he heard the shouts of the guards in the courtyard, he Realizing that something was wrong, he retreated hastily as he had no weapons in his hands, just in time to avoid Song Zheng's blow.

Little did he know that there was a sword in Song Zheng's stick. After he took another step back, he suddenly found that a sharp iron drill had flown to his throat. Before he could open his mouth to scream, the tip of the sword had already been withdrawn. The owner of the weapon had already passed him by. It was only then that he felt a heartbreaking pain coming from the lower part of his neck. When he tried to call out again, the sound he made was a hoarse sound of leaking air.

"Zhang Chong, follow me to block the gate." Song Zheng shouted and rushed forward. Zhang Chong followed Song Zheng and rushed to the gate in two or two steps.

"Close the door!" Song Zheng shouted, and Zhang Chong each held a door. Since he was very close to the gate, Song Zheng wanted to close the door from the outside before the enemies in the courtyard arrived, intending to block the enemy for a while.

Zhang Chong had just pulled out his sword at this time. Hearing this, he immediately stepped into the threshold and pulled the door knocker of the left door. There was another arrow sound, and a black light suddenly arrived, hitting Zhang Chong's throat. Song Zheng flicked his wrist. , the Panlong sword stick flew out and shot down the flying arrow.

Song Zheng quickly glanced at the direction of the arrow and saw a white-robed general standing on the steps of Sanqing Hall, slowly setting up another arrow. "Luan Huan?" Song Zheng was surprised.

Song Zheng didn't have time to think carefully about why Luan Huan was here. In this moment of delay, the people in the courtyard had already reached the door, and four steel knives were slashed at Song Zheng and Zhang Chong in twos. Thanks to the narrow door, If they were in a wide area and all enemies arrived, they would definitely surround Song Zheng and Zhang Chong.

The enemies in the temple were all wearing the uniforms of the Shu Kingdom's forbidden army, and their kung fu was far superior to that of ordinary soldiers. Fortunately, Song Zheng and Zhang Chong took advantage of the geographical location to defend the door. It was not that Song Zheng was willing to sacrifice his life for Lang Bochuan, but Luan Huan appeared here. If something happens to Lang Bochuan, Song Zheng will also accompany him with his life. Even if he is an envoy of Da Qi, he will not escape death.

Zhang Chonghan was not afraid of death, and he opened and closed the steel sword widely, guarding most of the gates. Song Zheng's Panlong Sword and Stick was extremely tricky, erratic like the wind. Although it could not be fully used due to the terrain restrictions, it was very appropriate for him. Zhang Chong blocked various sneak attacks.

Zhang Chong had no worries, and immediately used the wind knife to make the tigers and tigers wind, making the entire door full of sword shadows. In addition, Song Zheng's sword and stick were hard to guard against, and the two assassins fell in front of the door, and the others could not come forward.

Song Zheng took the time to look back and saw Lang Bochuan walking down the mountain under the guards. He couldn't help but cursed "Idiot". This assassination was obviously different from the last time at the Princes Temple. Looking at these people, they must keep Lang Bochuan. Who wouldn't be fully prepared on the mountain? Although I don't know how these assassins got up the mountain through the blockade at the foot of the mountain, they are certainly not just the people in the Taoist temple.

As expected by Song Zheng, as soon as they arrived at the entrance to the mountain trail not far from Chang Taoist Temple, dozens of people came out from both sides to fight, and they immediately joined the crown prince's guards in a fight. Fortunately, the crown prince's guards were also extraordinary and could be easily defeated. live.

Just when Song Zheng was paying attention to the fighting on the prince's side, Zhang Chong groaned. It turned out that a sharp arrow emerged from the crowd and passed through Zhang Chong's ribs, leaving a bloody mark.

Song Zheng quickly concentrated his energy to fight against the enemies inside the temple. He knew that he must not let these enemies out, otherwise they would be difficult to resist.

At this moment, Luan Yan, who was standing on the steps in the distance, shouted, "Pass over the wall! Pass over the wall!"

Song Zheng's face immediately became serious.