Chapter 587: Meeting the Master Again, a Human Head

"Okay."

After getting the answer he wanted, Zhang Jiuyang did not delay any longer.

He used the Eight Hidden Earth Techniques, and his body shone with bright rays of light. Then his body became transparent, and he walked through the wall before the soldiers opened the palace gate, and disappeared in an instant.

Intimidating the palace, there was also a sense of testing.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel that there was a very powerful opponent hidden in the palace, with a deep and unfathomable aura. Even now, he felt some pressure.

Now he had just broken through, his foundation was not stable, and he was not completely familiar with the two magical powers that the Holy Infant had realized, so Zhang Jiuyang wanted to force the other party to hand over the Sizhu.

Otherwise, he would have directly escaped into the palace, and Ji Zhen might not have been able to find him.

It seemed that his coercion seemed to work. Ji Zhen should have heard some news and relaxed all of a sudden, and seemed to no longer worry that he would go on a killing spree.

The last time he came to the palace, Zhang Jiuyang had already been familiar with all the palaces.

In a few blinks, he came to the imperial study.

The Eight Hiding Techniques is the only one of the 36 techniques of the Jade Tripod Palace that allows one to hide and conceal oneself. It is as misty as clouds and as silent as the breeze, hidden in the sun and the moon, with no leaks of energy, and the coexistence of heaven and man.

At this moment, he was like a breeze and a ray of moonlight, easily passing through the soldiers and sentries guarding outside the imperial study and entering the house.

The emperor stood at the window with his back to him, and there was another figure playing chess with him.

The emperor stood and he sat.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately looked at that person. There was no doubt that this person was the top master hiding in the palace that he sensed, and also the person who secretly peeped when he destroyed the major strongholds of the Jingye Division.

Wearing a simple Taoist robe and a Ziwu hairpin on his head, he leaned lazily on the chessboard, and his posture was very casual even in front of the emperor.

He was a Taoist who looked about 30 years old. His temples were gray, but the rest of his hair was black and shiny. His face was like white jade. He looked elegant and humble, and his temperament was gentle.

The first person in the Taoist sect of the time, the Taiping Temple Master!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, both surprised and not surprised.

The Taiping Temple Master was too mysterious. He suddenly appeared in the previous emperor's period. His means and schemes were unfathomable. He gave people the feeling of a hermit who played with the world.

Yue Ling had investigated him before, but he didn't get much out of the Imperial Observatory. The only thing he got was that the Taiping Temple Master was very lazy and afraid of trouble. He claimed to have three disciples. The eldest disciple was named Tianyuan, who was the most valued by him, but he seemed to have died long ago and no trace could be found.

The second disciple Fang Yuan, who was in charge of the current Taiping Temple, had a respected status and a high level of cultivation.

The third disciple Guizhen rarely appeared in the eyes of the world and was very mysterious.

The Taiping Master often mistakes his disciples, for example, he mistakes Fang Yuan for Tian Yuan, Gui Zhen for Tian Yuan, and often talks about Tian Yuan.

This is all the information about the Taiping Master in the Imperial Observatory.

"Tian Yuan, you are here."

Just as Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Taiping Master, the other party's hand playing chess paused slightly, and then looked at Zhang Jiuyang sideways.

The magical power of the Eight Hidden Earth Techniques seemed to have failed, and his deep eyes seemed to see through everything and immediately fell on Zhang Jiuyang.

It was the words that made Zhang Jiuyang stunned and laughed and cried.

Did he mistake himself for the disciple named Tian Yuan?

Since he had been discovered, he simply withdrew his magical power. A faint light and shadow first appeared in the imperial study, and then gradually solidified.

"Senior, we meet again, but I am not Tian Yuan, you must have made a mistake."

Zhang Jiuyang's attitude towards the Taiping Master was relatively mild. In fact, he had received a lot of help from the Taiping Master.

When he was in Yangzhou, the Ren Yuan Jin Dan helped him break through the realm. Later, when he was reading the scriptures, the Taiping Temple Master sent someone to send him the Taiping Sutra for him to choose.

Although Zhang Jiuyang did not choose to use the Taiping Sutra to read the scriptures, it is undeniable that the Taiping Sutra did benefit him a lot in the field of divine calculations.

The Taiping Temple Master wanted to accept him as a disciple twice, and his attitude was very sincere. Although Zhang Jiuyang refused both times, he was still grateful.

Later, he destroyed the Qixia Temple because of the establishment of the religion, and fell out with the Taiping Temple, and the other party did not retaliate.

But this time, for some reason, the Taiping Temple Master, who had always been indifferent to the world and detached from the world, stood beside the emperor.

"Like, really like."

The Taiping Temple Master looked at Zhang Jiuyang now, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After a pause, he seemed a little dazed, and said to the emperor standing by the window with his hands behind his back: "Tianyuan, do you think he looks like--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the Taiping Temple Master regained consciousness and murmured: "Fat and ugly, you are not Tianyuan."

Emperor: "..."

Shaking his head and smiling, the Taiping Temple Master said to Zhang Jiuyang: "Sorry, I'm sorry, when people get older, sometimes their brains are not very sharp, and I just had another attack."

After a pause, he waved his sleeves and said without embarrassment: "Don't be restrained, you guys chat."

No mistakes in one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang and the emperor with interest.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment. He didn't know what the Taiping Temple Master was up to, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted one person's life now.

"What you want is on the table."

Since Zhang Jiuyang appeared, the emperor spoke for the first time. His voice was majestic and heavy, and he didn't seem to be angry about being forced to abdicate.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes fixed on the large round plate on the table, which had a golden lid upside down.

He had thought it was the emperor's midnight snack and had not looked closely. Now that he was reminded, he immediately found something wrong.

There was a faint smell of blood in it. If it was a dish, why would the emperor eat it raw?

Zhang Jiuyang had a vague guess in his mind.

He walked over and slowly picked up the lid.

The next moment, the smell of blood came to his face. The blood dyed the silver-white tray red. Her messy hair hung down in a mess, soaked in blood.

It was a human head.

The head of the female head of the Daqian Jingye Division.

It seemed that it had just been chopped off not long ago, and the blood was still flowing. Her eyes were closed, but there were faint tears of blood.

What was even more weird was that there was a Taoist talisman on her forehead with the words "peace" written on it.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a powerful and mysterious aura on the talisman. There was no doubt that the talisman should have been made by the Taiping Temple Master.

"I have given you what you want, but..."

The emperor turned around, his eyes seemed to be hidden in the shadows and difficult to understand, and his voice was meaningful.

"She is not ordinary. Whether you can break her immortal body depends on your ability."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned when he heard this, and then stretched out his hand to take off the talisman drawn by the Taiping Temple Master himself.

The next moment, the eyes of the head suddenly opened, the pupils bulged, full of blood, and opened his mouth to let out a shrill roar, the voice full of resentment.

"God of Brahma, protect me from death!"

"Zhang Jiuyang, father, you can't kill me!!"

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