The Greatest Uncle of All Heavens

Chapter 43
In Shaolin Temple, in the Sutra Pavilion, in front of an old table by the window, Mo Hanshan, dressed in a gray monk’s robe and with flat-inch hair, was sitting cross-legged on the table. This scripture.

Pa... Mo Hanshan, who dropped a chess piece, looked away from the chessboard, and looked up at the middle-aged man in green robe sitting opposite him: "Yuyang, have you really decided to resign from office?"

"Your Majesty, you know that I am a Taoist disciple. In fact, after the world was pacified, I already wanted to go into seclusion. At that time, the world was initially settled, and Your Majesty needed me. But now, the world is peaceful and the people are rich. Without Your Majesty, why can't I, Chen Yuyang, be without me? Compared to you, Your Majesty, I have been too self-effacing all these years," Chen Yuyang shook his head and sighed softly.

Mo Hanshan laughed when he heard this: "Hehe...it seems that you have also figured it out, and realized the truth of being light when nothing happens. That's fine, you can go back to Wudang and be your Taoist priest! I'm here too Be my monk with peace of mind, listen to the morning bell and evening drum, read my sutras and read my scriptures. When I get tired of staying, I, a monk, will go to Wudang to find you as a companion."

"Then I'll go back to Wudang and wait for His Majesty's arrival. At that time, we can also discuss scriptures together, drink tea and play chess, and follow the example of the sages to live the life of idle clouds and wild cranes," Chen Yuyang couldn't help laughing.

After Chen Yuyang resigned, he just stopped by to see Mohan Mountain, and didn't stay long, then set off for Wudang Mountain in Hubei again.

And Mo Hanshan also stayed in Shaolin for ten years, and then he left Shaolin in the name of going out to travel and practice hard work, and went south to Wudang to find Chen Yuyang
Wudang, Feisheng Cliff is located on the west side of Nanyan Palace, with one peak protruding and three cliffs. There is only one path on the ridge leading directly to the peak.On the top of the mountain, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and mountains is close at hand, which is really wonderful.

At this moment, the setting sun was shining, and it was getting late. Two figures, a monk and a monk, were playing chess. It was Mo Hanshan and Chen Yuyang.

Ten years have passed, and because of their advanced cultivation, neither of them has aged much, but they are full of energy and spirit, like a fairy among gods.

"Hey, my chess piece fell, and you lost," Chen Yuyang, who picked up a black stone and dropped it, couldn't help laughing.

Holding a white piece in his hand, Mo Hanshan looked carefully at the chessboard, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling: "Oh, I've been playing chess for half my life, but I'm still not as good as you! It's so boring. I've agreed with you. Why do you have to care so much about winning or losing every time?"

"If you, a monk, can really clean your six senses and don't care about winning or losing, why would you care about it because you lost a game of chess?" Chen Yuyang asked rhetorically.

Mo Hanshan was speechless when he heard the words, but at this moment, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a young Taoist priest with delicate features rushed up from the ridge path under the cliff, panting and shouting loudly : "Master, it's not good, Master"

"Huh?" Chen Yuyang, who was collecting the chess pieces, could not help but frowned and scolded the little Taoist priest when he saw the flustered look, "What's the fuss about? My teacher usually taught you."

"Master, a nobleman from the capital came here. He was seriously injured and poisoned. Seeing...seemingly, he may die," before Chen Yuyang finished speaking, the little Taoist couldn't help but hurriedly said again as soon as he had recovered his breath.

Hearing this, Chen Yuyang's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Mo Hanshan, only to see that Mo Hanshan also frowned slightly, and then hurriedly got up and said, "Go, lead the way!"

Wudang Zhenwu Hall, Mo Hanshan, who came here with Chen Yuyang, saw at a glance the heroic man with a short beard who was about 30 years old and had a short beard who fell on the futon, covered in blood, and passed out from a weak breath. A young Taoist priest supported him.Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Mo Hanshan recognized him at a glance.

"Feng'er!" Seeing the heroic man's appearance, Mo Hanshan's face changed, and his figure couldn't help but come to him like a gust of wind, grabbing his wrist.

Mo Hanshan, who had inspected the heroic man's injury, couldn't help but his expression slowly turned dark and ugly, and then stretched out his fingertips to cut the palms of himself and Mo Rufeng respectively, and then faced each other with their palms facing each other, the black air visible to the naked eye came from Mo Rufeng. Feng's palm passed to Mo Hanshan's palm.

"Your Majesty..." Chen Yuyang on the side couldn't help changing his face when he saw this. With his eyesight, he could see that Mo Rufeng was poisoned. Although he knew that Mo Hanshan was not afraid of poisons, he couldn't help feeling worried.

Not long after, Mo Rufeng's bluish-black face slowly returned to normal, but he still looked a little pale.

"Father Emperor" Mo Rufeng slowly opened his eyes with his eyebrows trembling. Seeing Mo Hanshan, he couldn't help opening his mouth weakly with a little excitement.

Seeing this, Mo Hanshan couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "Who is it, Feng'er, tell Father, who is it that has laid such a cruel hand on you?"

Looking at Mo Hanshan, Mo Rufeng opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, but tears filled his eyes with a look of pain.

Huh... A gust of wind came from outside, accompanied by staggering footsteps, and another bloody figure came in from outside, but it was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 or [-] years old with a little gray hair, It is Yuan Chengzhi impressively.

"Master" Yuan Chengzhi, who staggered forward and knelt down in front of Mo Hanshan, couldn't help but said with a sad expression: "Yes, it is His Majesty...he killed his brothers of flesh and blood, put poison in the imperial wine, and tricked King Qin into drinking it." Down"

"Duke Yan, shut up, don't talk!" Hearing Yuan Chengzhi's words, Mo Rufeng became anxious: "Brother Huang, Brother Huang...he just..."

"Bastard!" Mo Hanshan's face was already sinking when he heard Mo Rufeng's words, and he couldn't help shouting angrily. He flipped his palm in the air and clapped it downward. Suddenly, the whole ground shook suddenly, and the ground with a radius of one foot was shaken. It turned into powder.

In the imperial study of the Qianqing Palace in the capital, Mo Rujun, who is dressed in a black dragon robe and looks majestic, is reading the memorial at his desk
The night was already very deep, and suddenly there was a sound of "Peng", the palace door shattered, turned into debris and floated into the imperial study room with a gust of wind.Mo Rujun, who paused with the imperial brush in his hand, narrowed his eyes and raised his head, only to see Mo Rujun in a slightly tattered monk robe flashing in from the outside, full of evil spirit, with an imposing aura, just like Shura who came back from the battlefield.

"Father... you really came, I thought you would never come back again," Mo Rujun smiled inexplicably as he looked at Mo Hanshan who walked in with a face as heavy as water.

Mo Hanshan looked at Mo Rujun coldly and sharply: "Bastard, I have passed on the throne to you, so you can't tolerate your brother like that?"

"The throne? Father, do you think I really care about this throne so much? This throne belongs to me!" Mo Rujun said: "Father came here just to ask me why I killed my second brother? Father Why don't you ask him why he is so unrestrained and shows his sharpness. It's not that I want to kill him, but that he wants to die. If he had followed his uncle Chen Chengxiang and retreated early, he would not be where he is today."

"Father, my mother is seriously ill. Before she died, she wanted to see you, but you didn't come back. She died of illness, and you didn't come back to see him. Now, because of your second brother, you came back to question me," said Mo Rujun, who shook his head and smiled, Looking at Mo Hanshan with red eyes, he said, "Father is here to kill me?"

(End of this chapter)