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Chapter 52: Life is not long, the theory of dragon luck

Qianyuan Hall.

In the inner hall, it is resplendent and majestic. There is a spiritual lamp burning in the hall, with a blue stone burning in it. The curls of green smoke rise up and coil around the hall.

This is the incense stone of Nianci. When it burns, it will release a strange fragrance. It has the effect of calming the mind and resisting evil thoughts. It is a must-have for practice. It is collected from the Lotus Cave, a place where Bodhisattvas sit and transform. Wanjin It's hard to find, and being able to use it like fuel is enough to illustrate the status of the owner of this place.

"Cough cough!"

Emperor Yong'an sat on the Dragon Collapse and coughed violently, as if his throat was bitten by insects and it was unbearably itchy.

At this time, Emperor Dayan had changed into a different look. He had gray hair, and there were crystal white silk under the jade crown. His face was wrinkled like dry bark, his skin was dull, and his face was covered with age spots. His whole face was covered with wrinkles. People look lifeless.

He saw this scene through the bronze mirror, picked up the white porcelain bottle on the table, poured a pill out of it, and drank it.

The next second, something magical happened very quickly.

The wrinkled skin immediately regained its elasticity, and the white hair was dyed black again, turning it into black hair. He once again transformed into a majestic middle-aged man.

"The beauty pill only lasts for a month. It's a pity."

Emperor Yong'an glanced at the porcelain bottle and couldn't help but close his eyes.

"I didn't expect that the situation would reach this point."

At this time, a young voice with a deep voice came from outside the hall.

Emperor Yong'an opened his eyes a little and looked at the young Celestial Master in white outside the hall, kowtowing slightly.

"Celestial Master Xu Changqing, from the Celestial Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain, asks to see the Holy One."

"How dare you come to see me at Tianshi Mansion?"

Emperor Yong'an's cold voice sounded, not angry but proud.

Xu Changqing had a respectful look on his face, but said very seriously: "The Tianshi Mansion also feels very sorry for what happened to the fifth prince, but it would be too arbitrary to conclude that it was the work of the Taoist Alliance just based on the Dao Qi used by the person who did it. A little more. Besides, the person who assassinated Wang Jia had been expelled from Longhu Mountain a long time ago, and the Tianshi Mansion didn’t know about it."

Emperor Yong'an looked sarcastic and sneered: "Are you afraid that I will stop your incense temple and ruin your moral conduct, so you came up with a way to deal with me?"

Xu Changqing shook his head and lowered his offer, "The three religions and the Middle-earth dynasty jointly govern the world. This is a rule that has not changed through the ages. It is best not to hurt the harmony. The Great Flame is the orthodoxy of destiny and shares the prosperity and decline of the Taoist sect. Why bother."

"Besides, I came here this time to bring something to the Holy One to make amends and calm the Holy One's anger."

"Oh? What is it?"

Xu Changqing took out a silver porcelain bottle from his sleeve, which was engraved with Taoist runes. It seemed to be something very important, so he had to use a small formation to suppress it.

"This is."

"Wanhe longevity pill. This thing is extremely magical. It is made from the jade liquid condensed by the crane for hundreds of years, as well as more than ten kinds of longevity-prolonging things such as the Tianling Dibao ginseng fruit of the Five Elements Temple. It is a little bit of the Taoist League's heart. .”

When Emperor Yong'an heard this, a quick flash of light appeared in his eyes, and he asked, "How many years can your life be extended?"

"ten years."

Xu Changqing replied with a smile.

"Only ten years?"

Emperor Yong'an frowned.

Ten years is too little for him.

Xu Changqing explained patiently: "If ordinary people and lower seventh-level monks take this substance, they can extend their lifespan by a hundred years, and middle-level and fifth-level practitioners can also extend their lifespan by one year, but your Majesty is different.

The first is your cultivation. A martial artist in the sea-viewing realm should have a lifespan of two hundred years. However, you failed in three attempts at the dragon gate, and your energy was exhausted, resulting in a further shortened lifespan.

The second is your identity. Your Majesty is the Emperor of Great Yan. Since his early years, he has conquered the south and the north, pacified the four directions, and opened up a prosperous age. The dragon's luck is vast and his energy is long. However, in the past ten years, the confrontation with the evil dragon of the demon country has been endless. The outcome of the war is mixed, and you have also consumed a lot of dragon luck, so what you lack is dragon luck and energy, not real longevity.

Even if the above two are superimposed, it is still not a problem for the Holy Emperor to live for more than a hundred years.

But the bad thing is the third point. Not long ago, during the Eastern Expedition to the small country of Dongyi, the dragon body was collided by the small country's god, the Eight-Qi Demon Snake, and the dragon's luck was used to protect the body, which caused further instability in the country's destiny. The dragon's luck was consumed a lot, causing The dragon's energy dropped further, and then the army of the demonic kingdom raided and used dragon luck to protect the body many times, so that the worst case scenario had already happened. "

"Pindao guesses that His Majesty's longevity may be short."

When Emperor Yong'an heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Basically no one knows this secret, but your Dao Alliance knows it clearly."

Xu Changqing smiled lightly and did not answer the question, but continued: "Although this Wanhe Longevity Pill can only help you extend your life for ten years, it also contains the incense of the Tao Alliance, which can properly nourish the dragon's luck. The key is to give His Majesty the fourth opportunity to attack the Dragon Gate.

"really?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yong'an's eyes finally lit up.

"It's natural."

Xu Changqing said with a very confident smile: "Half a month ago, Your Majesty tried to seal the Nine Kings to suppress the national destiny and prevent unrest. Now it seems that although the effect is effective, it is also very limited. The safety of the country of Dayan depends on Your Majesty himself. .”

"This time the Taoist sect is full of sincerity." Emperor Yong'an's expression returned to his original state, and he said calmly: "Tell me, what are the conditions? Which hilltop are you interested in?"

"There are no conditions, as long as the Lord is healthy."

Xu Changqing bowed slightly, without a playful smile or a joke. His tone was full of concern, as if it was true.

When Emperor Yong'an heard this, he narrowed his eyes. He didn't know what Meng was planning. To be honest, he had so many sons. If one of them died, it would not have much impact. After all, no matter how important his son was, how could he be as important as his own life.

Ten years is not too much, not too much. He needs these ten years now.

Daomen's move is to retreat in order to advance, which is actually a very clever move.

It stands to reason that the other party can add insult to injury and ask for a few more treasure mountains. The opportunity of heaven and earth is absolutely indispensable. Asking for the seal of a few mountains and rivers righteous gods is a good opportunity to expand the Taoist sect's territory.

Those beautiful hills may have limited value in the eyes of warriors, but in the eyes of the monks of the three religions, they are the key to the continuous inheritance and the eternal spread of incense.

When did the Taoist League become so honest?
  Xu Changqing threw the porcelain bottle, as if he had exerted a levitation technique, and the porcelain bottle automatically flew to Emperor Yong'an's desk. Then he cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this is all I have to say, and I'll take my leave."

Emperor Yong'an held the porcelain vase, but the ambition in his eyes was unsatisfied.

Ten years is still not enough.

What he wants is eternal life.

the other side.

When Xu Changqing walked out of the door, a sloppy man in a bamboo hat holding a bamboo stick and his right hand wrapped in white cloth appeared outside the hall. He smelled pungently of alcohol.

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

Zhao Xuanwu was the first to say hello, grinning and saying: "Xu Changqing, Xu Changqing, your kid has also come back from the border."

Xu Changqing responded with a chuckle.

"You are not yet, Senior Zhao."

The man in front of you should not be underestimated. He is one of the four major worshipers of Dayan. He is known as the number one swordsman in Dayan. He has a transcendent status. Even the Emperor of Dayan has to give him some respect.

The so-called offering means offering sacrifices, mostly referring to making offerings to the gods and Buddhas in temples. It is a sign of a person with great ability, bending down, putting his name in a place, and taking action when it is time to take action.

Zhao Xuanwu waved his hand: "Don't call me senior, you are so old. Just call me Brother Zhao. It's better to stay outside and just kill and kill. I've just come back and have a lot of troubles. I have to recruit disciples and go around." Collecting protection fees, I’m too tired from doing the worship service.”

"Accept apprentices?"

Xu Changqing noticed two key words and couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Zhao also accepted a disciple? I don't know who he is."

"It's not like accepting a disciple. At most, it's just a registered disciple. He seems to be the Holy One's son, so his name is Lu Mingyuan, that's all. The Holy One has something to do with me. Let's talk later."

"it is good."

Xu Changqing walked out of the hall and chanted this name repeatedly.

"Lu Mingyuan"

Using the secret technique, his fingers began to count.

Qingzhu Palace.

When Lu Mingyuan returned to Leng Palace, he found that Wang Zhaoyan was already sitting in the courtyard waiting for him, accompanied by several palace maids with their own merits.

"Mom, why are you here?"

he asked in confusion.

Wang Zhaoyan said with a smile: "Didn't I agree that I will give you a few maids? In addition, I will arrange some wedding arrangements for you to see if you like it."

"Do you have a girl you like? If so, you can tell my mother that as long as she is a daughter of the imperial capital and comes from a scholarly family, she can be abducted for you."

Lu Mingyuan was suddenly stunned and smiled bitterly: "Mom, that's not the case. Isn't it too early to get married now?"

"Good morning, is it still early? You are already twenty-five and you haven't gotten married yet. What are you waiting for?"

Wang Zhaoyan pretended to be blaming and preached seriously: "After all, you are also the king of Huai'an now, and you need heirs to pass on the incense. Do you really want to stay alone in the cold palace for thirty years? Why can't you let your mother have a grandson early?" ?”

For some reason, Lu Mingyuan heard his mother's urge to get married and her reckless words.

The first person that comes to mind.

It was actually Qi Muxue.

And her gentle and peaceful smile.

(End of this chapter)