Chapter 263: The storm begins again

Fairyland, Lingxiao City.

This sky imperial city, known as Brahma, is still like a fairyland three hundred years later.

The vigorous battle to destroy the gods three hundred years ago almost turned this ancient and mysterious holy land in the fairy world into ashes. Lingxiao Palace, this ten thousand-year-old temple, which symbolizes the peak of power of the rulers of the fairy world for all generations, carries the glory and glory of more than 100,000 years of glory and glory in the fairy world, was also razed to the ground in that battle.

Today, Lingxiao City has long been renovated, with rich walls, buildings connected, high platforms and pavilions crisscrossing, gardens and rockery surrounded by mountains, birds singing and flowers scenting everywhere, full of vitality. Lingxiao Palace was also rebuilt two years after the end of the War of Destruction of Gods, and the glazed eaves and golden walls are also seen, which are more magnificent than before. However, compared with three hundred years ago, Lingxiao City has long changed things and people.

In that battle three hundred years ago, the elites in the fairy world were all lost. At that time, the immortal emperor Xuanyuan Mu first witnessed the bullying of the fairy world, and then saw the collapse of Lingxiao Palace, which caused guilt and anger to commit suicide; among the important officials in the fairy world, the eight true kings and the twenty-eight star kings lost more than half; and the senior generals such as Jin and Yin in the military system had already gone half of the horse farm, and after the end of the God-Destroying War, there were very few left.

However, what is most unforgettable to the subjects of the fairy world is the death of Tiandao Qi Zhan. After the war of destruction of the gods, when the news of Qi Zhan's death spread, all the subjects of the fairy world cried with grief. The almost ruined Xianjing City was empty. People who survived the disaster spontaneously took to the streets and raised incense to worship Lingxiao City. Since then, in order to commemorate Qi Zhan, the people of the fairy world have built many ancestral halls in various places. They cast the golden body of Qi Zhan through imagination and respected them as the "Shengwu Emperor". This type of ancestral hall is also collectively called the Shengwu Temple, used to worship the most outstanding figure in the history of the fairy world. More than a hundred years later, the Shengwu Temple has appeared one after another in the Demon World, Buddha World, underworld, and mortal world. For three hundred years, the incense has been constantly in the Shengwu Temple, and people come to worship the sacrifices.

There is also such a ancestral hall three miles west of Lingxiao Palace. A wooden sign hanging on the door of the ancestral hall carved four golden characters "Sacred Ancestor Hall".

Under the cover of dense green shade, the ancestral hall looks very dark. The ancestral hall is not big, but it is built very simple and elegant. A vermilion door with a bit of age is open and it is dim and quiet inside. There are no statues of Dharma bodies in the ancestral hall, only an incense table, and a blank tablet and some sacrificial supplies are placed on it. The glimmer of eternal lamps and incense candles swaying gently in the breeze.

Li Longwu knelt on a cushion in front of the incense table, alone, staring at the tablet for a long time. His face was gone, and he had a bit of perseverance and vicissitudes.

He is no longer the passionate Li Longwu three hundred years ago. He is now wearing a Nine Dragon Yellow Robe, a platinum imperial crown on his head, and a mysterious gold ribbon symbolizing imperial power on his waist. He has become the new Supreme Immortal Emperor in the Immortal World.

Three hundred years ago, after the death of the immortal emperor Xuanyuan Mu, the Xuanyuan Dynasty, which had ruled the immortal world for more than 100,000 years, officially ended. Li Longwu, the most outstanding young master in the immortal world at that time and the title of Qi Zhan, took office under the recommendation of a group of old immortals, and became the new immortal emperor in the immortal world, known in history as the Immortal Martial Emperor.

In the first year of Xianwu, on the day when Li Longwu ascended the throne, an edict was issued, posthumously named Qi Zhan as the "Saint Ancestor", and from then on, a new era in which the Li dynasty ruled the fairy world was started.

Li Longwu was undoubtedly a very courageous monarch. When he was in office, he made drastic reforms to the corrupt policies that the fairy world had been following. In order to strengthen centralization, he boldly abolished the three imperial imperial systems, and under huge pressure, he allowed the two emperors Ziqing to return home to retire and retire. He boldly learned from the experience of the demon world, removed the official titles of the True Lord and Xingjun, and established a cabinet headed by the prime minister. In addition, he vigorously promoted young and promising talents to serve as senior officials in the cabinet, investigated and dealt with a group of sour and corrupt old nobles, and repeatedly issued orders to the entire fairy world to seek talents, asking a group of strange people living in seclusion in the mountains and forests to serve important government positions. After a series of active reforms, after three hundred years of rest and recuperation, the fairy world is now in a prosperous mood.

"Senior, although you have never asked me to call you Master, your kindness to your disciples is as tall as a mountain. In the past three hundred years, I have never forgotten you for a moment. Many people say that you have passed away, but I always feel that you are still alive. Since my disciple became the Immortal Emperor, I feel a great responsibility, conscientious and walking on thin ice. It has been three hundred years since I was a complete. Recently, news came from the Demon Realm that Han Mo is about to leave the confinement, and it is bound to set off a bloody storm again. Our vast fairy realm will repeat the mistakes that were three hundred years ago. Master, if you still remember that your disciples are in love with the country and the people, please come back." Li Longwu said with deep affection, and then blew three loud noises.

Outside the gate of the Holy Ancestor Hall, a bluestone path winds and connects the Lingxiao Palace and the Holy Ancestor Hall. At this time, from the direction of the Lingxiao Palace, an old man with wrinkles and white hair was hurried towards the ancestral hall. When he arrived outside the gate of the ancestral hall, the old man looked inward, glanced at the blank spiritual position first, sighed softly, and then stopped at Li Longwu. After a long time, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the old minister has something important to report."

Li Longwu took a deep breath, slowly stood up from the cushion, turned around and looked at the old man, smiled, and said, "Prime Minister!"

Few people expect that the old man called Prime Minister by Li Longwu is still alive after disappearing for several years. No one would have thought that the Holy Dragon True Lord, who was once powerful and prominent more than 300 years ago, was the leader of the eight true kings, and was also the culprit of the palace coup, has now become Li Longwu's prime minister.

In the 23rd year of Xianwu, Li Longwu issued the third order to seek talent. In the autumn of that year, the holy dragon, who had been dismantled for most of his life, appeared in Lingxiao City. After the down-and-out holy dragon quietly broke away from Yang Tianxing's control, he had been hiding in a temple in the mortal world to devote himself to practicing. After hearing that Yang Tianxing and the God of Light died together in the battle of destroying the gods, he was unwilling to spend his whole life with the green lamp and yellow silk, and he decided to leave the temple and wandered around and searched for opportunities to show up in public. By chance, he learned that the new immortal emperor Li Longwu was young and promising and eager to seek talent, so he developed a sense of assistance. As soon as the order to seek talent was issued, he came to the battle.

After learning about Shenglong's true identity, many ministers in the court strongly opposed him entering the officialdom, and some even advocated the justice of the Holy Long on the spot to compensate for the crime of the coup of the court in the previous dynasty. Amid the opposition, Li Longwu knew very well that although Shenglong was guilty, he was a very talented person. When Shenglong was the chief true monarch, many of the active policies and regulations in the court were from him, so he opposed the public and made him the prime minister.

After becoming prime minister, Shenglong did not disappoint Li Longwu's high hopes and managed the affairs in the court in an orderly manner. What made Li Longwu feel most relieved was that Shenglong is no longer the ambitious Shenglong of the past. This person was conscientious, diligent in government affairs, low-key, and never had any actions beyond his power. Many years later, Li Longwu trusted him very much, and the two were both monarchs and ministers and good friends.

Shenglong looked at Li Longwu's young and energetic face, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your Majesty, the old minister hasn't disturbed you, right?"

Li Longwu walked out of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said, "What's the important thing about the Prime Minister?"

The Holy Dragon curled his smile, looked worried, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, according to the reliable news from the Demon Realm, Han Yixiao had already left the customs half a month ago."

"What? So fast?" Li Longwu was shocked, paced back and forth a few steps outside the ancestral hall, looked at Shenglong and asked, "Then have he done anything?"

The Holy Dragon nodded and sighed, "The old minister is here to report this to Your Majesty. The envoy of the Demon Realm has arrived at Xianjing City half an hour ago and submitted a letter of nationality to the Shangshu Academy."

"Where is the Chinese Book? What is it in it?" Li Longwu's face darkened and he said anxiously.

The Holy Dragon quickly took out the Chinese letter in his sleeve and handed it to him. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "The Demon Realm requires His Majesty to assign all the land east of Yinshan to the jurisdiction of the Demon Realm..."

"Shameless!" Before the Holy Dragon finished speaking, Li Longwu angrily threw the letter of the country to the ground and shouted: "Han Yixiao is really too bullying. I have paid so many years to the Demon Palace every year, and I have endured humiliation and burdens. Now I have to give the two continents of the Immortal and Hebei east of the Yin Mountain to the Demon Realm, which is simply a delusion."

The Holy Dragon smiled bitterly and said, "Please calm down your anger."

"Stop the anger? Stop the anger? How can I swallow this?" Li Longwu was still angry and his steps were even more anxious.

The Holy Dragon lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "Your Majesty, if what I expected is that, the Buddha Realm, the underworld, and the demon Realm have also received the same letter of nationality. At present, our top priority is to find out the situation in the Demon Palace as soon as possible."

Li Longwu was slightly stunned and said strangely: "Isn't this clear? Han Yixiao left the pass, and the Queen Xuanfei of the Demon Realm must have been undermined. Han Yixiao is the decision in the Demon Realm now."

Shenglong smiled and shook his head, saying, "It may not be like this. Han Yixiao is extremely arrogant and conceited. After the death of the Holy Ancestor, he has no opponents in the world, not to mention that he has two black and white servants, Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui, beside him. If he wants to unify Brahma, it will be easy to turn against him, and he doesn't have to wait until now. According to the old minister, there may be other reasons for his departure from seclusion this time."

"What's the reason?" Li Longwu frowned, pondered for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said in a daze: "Is it..." He did not continue, but looked at the Holy Dragon in surprise.

The Holy Dragon nodded and smiled slightly, "Your Majesty has always believed that the Holy Ancestor is still alive. Now it seems that this matter is very likely. Masters are unwilling to be lonely, especially those who have reached an extremely high level, such as Han Yixiao. For him, the world is within reach, but instead they lose the meaning of conquest. He conquered many people in his life, but he did not cross the hurdle of the Holy Ancestor."

Li Longwu seemed to understand a little and said in surprise: "Does he want to use this trick to force the Holy Ancestor to fight him?"

The Holy Dragon nodded slightly and said, "The Holy Ancestor is indifferent to fame and fortune throughout his life, and is extraordinary, but he cares about the people of the world. If he knew Han Yixiao's true purpose, he would definitely come out again."

Li Longwu was happy and murmured, "If this is the case, that would be great. I would have wanted to meet Master." After a while of joy, I seemed to think of something. I leaned over and picked up the letter of the country, tore it in half, and said coldly, "Prime Minister, if you go and hand it over to the devil envoy, I will never cede half of the land. In addition, if you spread this news to the people, the bigger the trouble, the better."

The Holy Dragon respectfully took the letter of the country and said seriously: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Buddha Realm, Mount Sumeru, Leiyin Temple.

More than 300 years ago, Yang Tianxing burned the Lingshan Mountain in the West, not only burned the Buddha's holy land, the Lingshan Mountain in the West, but also destroyed the eternal foundation of the Buddha's world for more than 100,000 years. A large number of eminent monks in the Buddha's world headed by Manjushri Bodhisattva were slaughtered in that battle, and their bodies remained unstoppable. In the following decades, the Buddha's world was in name only.

Fifty years later, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva returned from the Buddhist world of the mortal world. He visited almost all Buddhist holy places in the Tianlong Continent, including the famous Buddhist schools such as Chang'an Tantric Buddhism, Faxiang School, and Tiantai School. He exchanged experiences in practicing Buddhism with Buddhist monks in the mortal world, and brought back a large number of Buddhist scriptures in the mortal world.

This time, the monks from all the major Buddhist schools in the mortal world returned to the Buddha world. They came to the Buddha world to visit the Buddhist world at the invitation of Samantabhadra. Due to the destruction of Leiyin Temple and the loss of a large number of Buddhist scriptures, Samantabhadra originally planned to rebuild a Leiyin Temple in Xitianling Mountain, but when he saw Xitianling Mountain again, he found that the huge Xitianling Mountain was still barren and was covered with scorched earth decades later. In desperation, he had to build Leiyin Temple on another holy mountain, "Summer Mountain".

In July of the same year, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva took over the position of Buddha, but did not set up a ruling institution in the Buddha world. He only built temples in the entire Buddha world, centered on the temple, including villages and towns within ten miles around, forming a temple area. The monks in the temple provided residents with disasters and difficulties and provided security protection, while the residents of the temple area voluntarily worshipped the temple incense. Mount Sumeru replaced the Xitian Lingshan Mountain and became a new holy place. Leiyin Temple regularly sent high monks to travel around the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and promoting Buddhism. From then on, the Buddha world had no army and rulers, and presented a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. Two hundred and fifty years later, the Buddhist world had superb Buddhist teachings and profound cultivation emerged one after another.

In Leiyin Temple, the green lamp swayed and the sandalwood was swaying. Samantabhadra wore a purple-gold cassock and sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Buddha Lanting. His long eyebrows were drooping, his treasure was solemn. He was carrying Buddhist beads in one hand and rhythmically hitting the wooden fish in front of him. On both sides of the temple, two rows of monks in blue sat cross-legged and chanted scriptures in a low voice.

After half an hour, it was not until the bells and tripods outside the temple that Samantabhadra took the lead in standing up. The monks in Qingyi immediately stood solemnly and then came out one after another.

Samantabhadra left the temple gate and saw a little novice monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe running hurriedly.

"Master, Master..." Seeing Samantabhadra, the little shaman shouted from a distance.

Samantabhadra Shou frowned and scolded, "Why are you so panicked?"

The little shaman came to Samantabhadra panting, with a red face, folded his ten-faced bow, and said anxiously: "Master, the envoy of the Demon Realm is here to worship the mountain, and ask the disciples to give this to you." As he said that, he handed over a piece of folded yellow silk cloth to Samantabhadra.

After taking the silk cloth and watching it, Samantabhadra's eyes flashed with a strange kind of compassion and light. The rosary in his hand also turned gently and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

The little novice monk didn't know what was written on the silk cloth and asked curiously: "Master, why did you have any sins?"

Samantabhadra sighed softly, shook his head, lifted his clothes and walked forward, and slowly said in his mouth: "There is no wind, no waves; no thoughts, how can there be sin? I, Buddha, are merciful, I hope this disaster can be resolved safely."

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Demon World, the imperial capital Snow and Moon City.

A war of destruction of Gods three hundred years ago made the Demon World an undisputed overlord of Brahma. After Qi Zhan passed away, Han Yixiao became the number one person in the world and was intimidating. However, unexpectedly, after the war of destruction of Gods ended, Han Yixiao passed the position of Demon Emperor to Princess Xuanfei Bingyue. For the next three hundred years, he had been in seclusion in the Demon Gods Temple. Bingyue became the second emperor of the Demon World, the Queen Xuanfei. During his three hundred years of seclusion, Brahma entered a rare period of peace. After learning that Han Yixiao was in seclusion, Chi Yuekong, Lie Zhen, Wei Qing and other older generation masters retired one after another.

Among the countless palaces in the Demon Palace, only the Demon Temple is the only forbidden place, because this is Han Yixiao's retreat. The Demon Temple follows the unique construction technology of the Demon Palace and is all built with stone. Over the past three hundred years, this palace has experienced countless winds and rains, and countless changes in the sun and moon, and the heavy stone door has never been opened.

It has been three hundred years since the palace was surrounded by weeds and vines, and they have withered and withered. These weeds and vines are silently accompanying this mysterious forbidden area in the continuous lushness and withering. On both sides of the stone gate, there were two people sitting on the mud, in the piles of weeds, like fossils. For three hundred years, they have been guarding the palace and never left. It is hard to imagine that they were the world-famous envoys of light, Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui, who were famous all over the world. Three hundred years ago, after the God of Light was destroyed by Yang Tianxing, they were taken as servants by Han Yixiao, and they were the two black and white servants. After Han Yixiao was in seclusion, they were always loyal to protecting the Dharma here, and three hundred years passed in a flash.

A day half a month ago.

"Boom..."

It seemed as if the thunder sounded, breaking the silence that had been around for hundreds of years.

Sitting outside the stone gate, Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui, who were like dead, suddenly opened their eyes, and the soil immediately rustled down from their long eyebrows.

The stone gate opened, and a tall man in black and white hair walked out from inside. This man was as black as ink, as white as snow, with a dragon pattern on his face, deep magic eyes, and stepped out with his hands. Time had not left any trace on him, he was still so handsome, still so cold and arrogant, just like the Han Yixiao three hundred years ago. As this man walked out, a violent and violent demonic energy surged from the stone gate, and rushed out of the door like a sea of ​​rushing out. For a moment, all the grass flew away and dust flew.

"Master!" Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui immediately stood up and saluted respectfully. The strong wind blew over and the robes on their bodies suddenly turned into dust and disappeared.

Han Yixiao looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "It's been three hundred years, Qi Zhan, Han has been waiting for you for three hundred years. You won't let Han wait any longer, right?" There was a sigh and loneliness in his words.

After saying that, he looked at Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui and said leisurely: "You guys do something for Han."

After explaining the matter, Dugu Yan and Zhao Hanshui quickly disappeared from their original position.

Han Yixiao stayed there for a moment and walked towards the Imperial Garden.

On the way to the Imperial Garden, many palace maids and guards saw this strange man in black clothes and white hair. Three hundred years have passed, and the palace maids and guards in the Demon Palace have changed batch after batch. This is the first time these people have witnessed Han Yixiao's true face. Although they have never seen it, these people who have lived in the Demon Palace for a long time have long talked about the image and deeds of the Demon Emperor, so many people have vaguely thought of something, but they cannot believe their eyes, as if they were dreaming, and stood there on the spot. Han Yixiao had already floated away.

Among the flowers and among the secluded paths, after waking up from the dream, a series of whispers were left behind.

"I'm not dreaming, I'm dressed in black and white hair, with a cloth dragon pattern on the face. Could it be that what I just saw was the legendary Demon King?"

"Demon Emperor? Is he the Demon Emperor? Woo, woo... I have never seen such a charming man before. I decided that I want to marry him."

"You are a silly girl, you are the Demon King. How could you fall in love with you, a little girl who is still dry? Hehe, don't daydream."

"you……"

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In the Imperial Garden, a beautiful woman walks alone in the deep garden. The path is winding and deep, leading to an unknown place. On the side of the road, grasses and shrubs and flowers bloom everywhere.

On the side of the road, a small flower trembled slightly in the morning breeze, with crystal dewdrops attached to the pink and white petals, exquisite and transparent. The woman stopped and was stunned.

The faint fragrance came faintly. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face.

Suddenly, a big white hand seemed to come from the eternal darkness, stumbled on the flower and gently folded it.

"Ah!" The woman exclaimed, with a little inexplicable hatred, she suddenly turned her head and looked over.

At this moment, she was stunned, with a look of surprise and joy on her face.

"Uncle Han, you are out of seclusion." After a while, she came to her senses and called happily.

Han Yixiao pinched the flower with his hand, leaned into his nostrils, sniffed it gently, shook his head, and smiled and said, "Yue'er, do you know that you are standing here and this flower has also lost its color."

Bingyue's pretty face turned red, but she lowered her head and said nothing. Time also left no trace on her face. She was still as beautiful as the clouds in the sky, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Han Yixiao's words were not exaggerated at all. Her existence made even the most beautiful peonies in this garden pale.

Han Yixiao glanced at Bingyue and suddenly laughed softly and said, "Yue'er, are you thinking of your father again?"

Bingyue raised her head, gave him a angrily glance, and said quietly: "Uncle Han can still laugh, Yue'er doesn't know how many times she has cried. It's been three hundred years, and she doesn't know whether her father dies or lives."

Han Yixiao laughed and said, "You are worrying about nothing. Your father is not dead, maybe he is alive now."

Bingyue was slightly stunned, then she said happily: "Really? Where is my father now?"
Chapter completed!