Chapter 778: The Escape Routes of All Parties

After Xiao Yuzhi said a few happy words, he seemed to have recovered some strength and sat up. When he stood up, he saw a door panel on the floor of the house with an old man lying on it.

With the sensitivity of an innate warrior, he did not detect the breath of the third person at all. At such a close distance, he could almost hear the breathing and heartbeat. It was obvious that the person on the ground had passed away.

"This is..."

Although he had never seen the old man on the ground, Xiao Yuzhi had a special feeling when he saw it, as if he had a certain connection with himself.

The old temple keeper looked down at the old man lying on the door panel and replied with a sigh.

"This is Mr. Shao Zhen, the strange and extraordinary master!"

The strange and extraordinary master is also the painter of this dynasty, who is respected by the literati and scholars of Dayong!

Although Xiao Yuzhi is a warrior, he has been an official in the capital for decades. How could he not know the name of Shao Zhen? He stared at the ground in a daze, and was a little surprised for a while.

"Mr. Shao Zhen? He... How could he..."

Although there were rumors that the painter was no longer alive, it seems that he just passed away.

The old temple keeper shook his head.

"The old gentleman died without regrets. He made a breakthrough before his death and worked with Taoist Master Yan on the "Demon Subduing God Road Picture". Chief Constable Xiao should know that picture, right?"

Hearing this, all kinds of pictures flashed through Xiao Yuzhi's mind, and it seemed as if he saw himself on the God Road Picture, and he also had a vague understanding in his heart.

So that's it

"Alas."

A breeze blew into the Zhenjun Temple, and Yan Shouyun's figure also appeared outside the house. He staggered a little and held the door frame to stabilize his body.

"Master!" "Master?"

The temple keeper and Xiao Yuzhi both called out with surprise, and Yan Shouyun also looked into the house and smiled.

"Chief Constable Xiao is awake? That's great."

But when he saw Shao Zhen's body, the smile on Yan Shouyun's face faded, but he didn't have too much sadness. People pursue ideals in life and seek the beauty of painting. He can also make breakthroughs before his death. Mr. Shao died with a smile!

Moreover, Yan Shouyun believed that he had lived up to the old man's expectations. He not only completed the shape of "Subduing Demons and Gods", but also summoned the gods afterwards, truly completing the gods of the Gods and Gods!

There were no pilgrims in the Zhenjun Temple at this time. The sudden change in the sky just now had scared the pilgrims back home.

The three people inside and outside the house were silent, which made the entire Zhenjun Temple very quiet.

After a long time, Xiao Yuzhi asked a question.

"Master, there should be a lot of noise inside the capital, right?"

Yan Shouyun smiled and sighed.

"It's more than a lot of noise, but what does it have to do with me? Let's bury Mr. Shao Zhen!"

"Listen to you, Master!"

Xiao Yuzhi and the old temple keeper didn't say much. Now that the evil spirits have been eliminated, there is no urgency in their hearts.

Yan Shouyun originally planned to bury Shao Zhen behind the Zhenjun Temple, but at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up to the side. Xiao Yuzhi was half a beat slower but also immediately looked in the direction Yan Shouyun was looking at.

At some point, a beautiful and refined woman stood in the backyard of Zhenjun Temple. She just stood there and looked. No one knew how she appeared, nor how long she had been here.

But Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi seemed to understand that the visitor was probably not an ordinary person, and there was a faint sense of etherealness.

The two carefully put down the door panel and Shao Zhen on it.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Yan Shouyun asked carefully, but he didn't expect that the woman actually made a cross-handed bow to them, with a decent manner and a calm face.

"My humble daughter Chen Han is polite!"

Yan Shouyun, Xiao Yuzhi and others subconsciously bowed in return, and saw that the woman slowly raised her head and her eyes fell on Shao Zhen's body.

"Fallen leaves return to their roots, and return to their hometown. I dare to ask the Taoist priest and the hero Xiao to hand over Mr. Shao Zhen's body to me, and I will take him back to Lingdong for burial!"

The old temple keeper on the side suddenly spoke.

"I heard that the Strange Hand is from Lingdong. I heard that when the No. 1 Zhenjun Temple was established, there was a woman who served as the temple keeper, also named Chen. The painting saint never married in his life, it seems that it was because of that temple keeper."

The words of the old temple keeper surprised Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi.

"The painting saint has this story?"

Xiao Yuzhi asked, and the old temple keeper smiled.

"This matter is not a secret. It has been circulated among literati and scholars. I heard that there were many Confucian scholars who were infatuated with the temple keeper of Zhenjun Temple."

Chen Han took a serious look at the temple keeper in this temple. When Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi were still surprised by what the old temple keeper said, she had already walked to the side of Shao Zhen's body.

"I don't know, can I let this little girl take him away?"

Chen Han's voice came again, and Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi woke up again.

"Well, if you can let the old gentleman return to his roots, it would be good, girl. Please go ahead."

Is this woman from an unknown place? It seems so.

But Yan Shouyun just had a feeling, a feeling of trusting the other person, perhaps this is also the so-called spiritual perception.

Chen Han nodded, squatted down gently, and when Xiao Yuzhi hesitated whether to help, she had already lifted up Shao Zhen's body with both hands.

The painting saint was already very old and light.

Chen Han glanced at the temple keeper over there again.

"Mr. Shao is sincere, Chen Han actually understands, but what you and I want is different. I am a devout woman. If I have ever made you misunderstand, it is Chen Han's fault. When we meet again in the future, I hope you will let it go!"

This murmur-like voice seemed to be spoken to others, and also seemed to be spoken to the old man who seemed to be asleep.

"Master, Xiao, old man, Chen Han bids farewell!"

After finishing the sentence, Chen Han hugged Shao Zhen's body and took a step back gently. The whole person had slowly left the ground and retreated to the sky with a wisp of smoke.

In the somewhat dazed eyes of Yan Shouyun and Xiao Yuzhi, the beautiful figure had already left with Shao Zhen, and only a wisp of mist remained in the sky.

"Chief Constable Xiao, it's time for you to go back!"

After a long time, Yan Shouyun retracted his gaze and looked at Xiao Yuzhi, who finally nodded after thinking for a moment, and Yan Shouyun didn't want to disturb the old temple keeper anymore, let alone bring any trouble to him.

So the two chose to say goodbye and leave at this moment, and also parted at the back door of Zhenjun Temple.

After the winter rain, the cold wind was bleak.

The old temple keeper watched the two leave, one went into the city, and the other went out of the city without looking back.

After a long time, the old temple keeper nodded slightly, and the faint light brought a feeling like smoke and fog, and his body shape gradually changed, and then became Shisheng.

"Junior brother has accepted a good disciple!"

The old temple keeper of Zhenjun Temple did exist, but the old man had actually reached the end of his life several months ago. He seemed to understand this himself, so he embarked on the journey back to his hometown early.

The old temple keeper who returned to Zhenjun Temple years ago was Shisheng.

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There are two mortals who have appeared through the "Demon Subduing God Road Map", but compared to Xiao Yuzhi's gradually recovering state at this moment, Tan Yuanchang on the other side has never woken up after closing his eyes.

In an ordinary house deep in a residential area in the capital, Tan Yuanchang's three guards knelt sadly in front of Tan Yuanchang's bed.

Three people with extraordinary martial arts skills, the oldest has white hair, and the youngest has white hair, but at this moment they are crying like children.

"Master" "Master!" "Why are you..."

Qi Zhongbin was standing in the alley outside the house, and of course, Hui Mian was on his shoulder.

"Alas, Qi boy, your own apprentice didn't go to see it, but accompanied me here to see Tan Monster, isn't that bad?"

Qi Zhongbin smiled.

"Mr. Tan felt boring and didn't want to stay in the world, and he wanted to reminisce with Ziwei Lingjun, but he left in a hurry, which made these three loyal servants suffer."

Huimian was happy to hear that.

"We don't need to worry about this. Tan Yuanchang was a meticulous person throughout his life. He had expected everything after his death. They are just sad, not at a loss. Their master had already arranged everything, and there would be no shortage of wills and other things."

"Senior Hui is right!"

Huimian looked towards the direction of the palace again.

"Alas, I've seen prodigals, but I've never seen such a prodigal. It's true that when the emperor is incompetent, it's still very scary. But do you think Xiang Yi is awake?"

Qi Zhongbin has escaped from the catastrophe now, and many things are clearer. He just shook his head.

"If he was just an ordinary rich man, he would lose everything and see the past clearly, maybe he could have a great enlightenment. Unfortunately, he is the emperor and still wants to get whatever he wants."

The words of the man and the mink seemed to see through everything about Xiang Yi.

At this moment in the palace, many doctors in the Imperial Hospital were already exhausted, and each of them had seen the emperor's condition.

But the doctors were really helpless. Now they could only use some aromatherapy and rescue massage to relieve the emperor's condition, hoping that he would wake up soon.

Perhaps the only good news is that the emperor's pulse is still strong, and it doesn't look like he is going to die suddenly.

The sky suddenly changed at noon, and what happened had actually spread slowly throughout Chengtian Prefecture. Many people were willing to believe that the emperor's law appraisal conference attracted many evil spirits, and finally angered the ancestors and God, and sent the gods to the world to eliminate the evil spirits.

People in the folks have spread the news in detail, and people in the court certainly know it, and many people know it better.

The Si Tian Jian is even more miserable, and everyone is desperate. With your majesty's temper, I'm afraid that every one of the Si Tian Jian will be doomed.

Similarly, not all the mages invited to the Law Appreciation Conference were killed by the gods, after all, there are still many mages.

However, whether these people are sorcerers with some skills or liars who are lucky enough to have not been exposed until today, they are now panic-stricken, and some have even begun to secretly flee the capital.

Everyone is not a fool, and the emperor's temper has been roughly understood for so long. When the emperor reacts, he will never have a good result.

The most uneasy one among them is Gao Hongqing. He wants to escape, but on the way back to his residence, he struggles in his heart. He is reluctant to give up the wealth and glory that is within his reach, and he is also reluctant to give up the alchemy furnace left by his master.

At this time, the imperial guards seemed to be unable to care about the scattered mages in the capital. They escorted the emperor back to the palace all the way, and no one would care if the mages left in the middle of the journey.

Gao Hongqing and his disciples ran back to Qingling Villa under such circumstances. Along the way, they could hear the people talking about the thunder and rainstorms and the gods exorcising demons.

After returning to Qingling Villa, Gao Hongqing and his disciples quickly closed the door of the mansion, and then they gasped for breath.

"Master, what should we do?"

Gao Hongqing looked up at the still hot furnace in the mansion. It was not only the Taoist tradition passed down by the master, but also his own road to success!

"Hey! Pack up your belongings and leave the capital quickly!"

"Master, what about the furnace?"

"Let's save our lives first!"

Gao Hongqing gritted his teeth, thinking that his life was more important, and rushed to his bedroom. All the disciples also reacted and rushed to their residences.