Chapter 550: Too Mysterious Hidden "This is the body of the former prince." Yu Shiqi said while staring at the corpse. Why was the former crown prince's body in the basement of the East Palace? Why did someone wrap it in a crystal coffin? Everyone was puzzled. At this time, the elder's voice came faintly from behind. "That's enough. Now that we have come to this, why don't you take a closer look at it." He bit his fingertips, and blood dripped into the coffin. The dragon-shaped black shadow suddenly opened its eyes, and its pupils were a turbid golden color. The lid of the crystal coffin slowly moved away, and the shadow uttered a hoarse voice: "You guys also want to have a piece of the pie?" Just when everyone was wondering what the black shadow was, the black shadow suddenly attacked everyone. It transformed into thousands of black lines and attacked everyone from all directions. The Rain Master's concubine threw out the Water Ruyi, and the mysterious water turned into a barrier to block the approaching black fog. Jiang Wen activated the Taixuan Mirror, and the light from the mirror revealed the horrifying truth - the black shadow was surrounded by countless crying baby souls, and the other end of the black line actually led to the direction of the Zihuan Palace.

"Twenty years ago, Mars was in the heart, and the Imperial Star was covered in dust." The voice of the Fourth Elder carried a strange echo, "Your Majesty had to use some extraordinary means to continue the destiny of the human race." Su Mu wanted to cast a spell, but he seemed to have seen something incredible, staring at the jade pendant on the black shadow's waist: "This is the token of the first disciple of the Discipline Hall of Taishen Palace!" Upon hearing this, the black shadow let out a crazy laugh, and tears of blood flowed from his golden pupils: "Master, didn't you say that sacrificing one's life for the common people is the supreme honor? Why, why have I become like this, neither human nor ghost!" Until this moment, Jiang Wen finally saw clearly that what was flowing in those black lines was not only the breath of a real dragon, but also the unique magic power of Taishen Palace. The so-called destiny transfer created by the God Worship Society is actually to fuse the wishes of all living beings and the cultivation of monks into a new "container". The underground palace suddenly shook violently, and a dragon-shaped black shadow began to expand. The fourth elder was horrified: "Oh no, the sacrifice is going to backfire." Before he could finish his words, the black shadow's sharp claws had already pierced his chest. As soon as the elder's life fire escaped from the sea of ​​​​qi, it was torn into pieces by countless infant souls in the black fog. "We can't stay here for long." Jiang Wen said solemnly. When everyone retreated to the ground, the entire East Palace had begun to collapse. When Jiang Wen and others left, a person appeared on the ruins of the East Palace. "There's not much time left." The man looked at the ruins, his voice emotionless. …… The next day, I wandered around the house. Jiang Wen dipped the gilded dagger into the spiritual spring, and the blade gradually emerged with a complete spell. Bai Jing suddenly pointed at a rune and said, "This is similar to the 'Dragon Slaying Platform' totem recorded in the ancient books of the Taiping Dao." The Rain Master's concubine used cinnabar to restore the incomplete text: "If there is a flaw in the destiny, it should be washed away with the blood of the emperor." She suddenly paused, "Do you still remember the 'Blood Moon Incident in the Imperial Capital' twenty years ago?" Su Mu was regulating his breathing, and suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this: "Back then, a blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky of the imperial capital, causing the immortal monks to suddenly go crazy and kill each other. Could it be..." A piece of burnt paper ash floated in from the window, on which the words "Mars" and "Eastern Palace" could be vaguely seen. Jiang Wen opened the window and found that the streets were full of people scattering paper money. "I heard that the East Palace caught fire." The waiter shouted downstairs, "The sky was angry and sent down thunder and fire that burned for a whole day and night. Now the East Palace has become a ruin." Yu Shiqi looked at the paper money, and suddenly looked at Jiang Wen and laughed softly: "Do you think the emperor is still a human being?"

The candlelight crackled, casting distorted shadows on the wall. Jiang Wen looked towards the direction of the imperial city, where strange purple smoke was rising, shaped like a struggling dragon. …… The morning bell from the back mountain of Taishen Palace broke through the mist, and Jiang Wen walked alone to the "Wuxiang Cliff". Since the incident in the East Palace, the atmosphere in the imperial capital has become increasingly strange. The behavior of the worship society has become more and more arrogant, and the Taishen Palace has turned a deaf ear to it. Jiang Wen discussed with Su Mu and Yu Shiqi and decided to go to the Taishen Palace to get the Imperial Palace map first. After all, the emperor has not made any move, which may be related to Li Yunshang. Li Yunshang disappeared in the Black Mountain, and she must find her place through the Imperial Palace map. This matter can only be done quickly, not slowly. As he reached the top of the mountain, Jiang Wen saw the clouds and fog dissipate. On the bluestone wall in the distance, cloud patterns rippled, three copper coins were embedded in the groove, and the cliff wall suddenly opened. Su Mu's voice came from behind: "There are nine levels of secrets, and the first three levels are for you to test your conscience." Before he could finish his words, Xing Xuan had already swallowed Jiang Wen. …… In the village shrouded in morning mist, Jiang Wen became a traveling doctor carrying a medicine box. In front of the thatched cottage, a little boy with pigtails was kneeling, holding his younger brother with a purple face in his arms. "Sir, please save Huzi!" The child took out three muddy copper coins from his ragged jacket. "This is what I earned from cutting pig grass for half a month." Jiang Wen's heart trembled slightly when he took the child's pulse. The child was poisoned and needed to be washed away by spiritual springs, but this body had no spiritual power. He took out the silver needle in silence, burned it on the oil lamp, and then stabbed it into his arm. "Sir!" the child exclaimed. "Don't be afraid." Jiang Wen put the bleeding needle tip on the child's forehead, "This is the method of using blood to draw out the poison." Three days later, twenty pottery jars were placed under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. Jiang Wen taught the villagers to identify the detoxifying herbs, and his fingertips were stained blue and black by the medicine juice. When the last patient staggered away, he leaned against the medicine cabinet and fell asleep, still holding the three clean copper coins in his arms. …… When Jiang Wen was awakened by the thunder of Jingzhe, he had become a lame teacher in a private school. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the roar of mountain torrents was coming closer and closer. "Master, please hurry up!" the servant pulled his sleeve. Jiang Wen ran in the opposite direction. His old injury made every step feel like walking on the edge of a knife. He knocked on every door and said, "The mountain behind is going to collapse! Take your valuables and run to Donggang!" When the mud reached his ankles, the last hunters were still collecting hides. Jiang Wen grabbed the bag and threw it out the door, then carried the old man and rushed out. The beams collapsed behind him, broken wood scratched his cheek, and blood mixed with rain blurred his vision. Seven days later, the new private school was completed on the spot. The children tied mountain flowers with red strings and placed them on the desk. Jiang Wen opened the "Mencius" and saw a piece of dried hemostatic grass between the pages. …… On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Wen curled up under the shrine in the dilapidated temple. The body was that of a 16-year-old beggar, with a ulcer on his left leg and a baby tightly wrapped in his arms. "Why are you crying?" The temple door was kicked open, and three thugs approached with sticks, "Hand over that kid, the human trafficker will reward you with two cents of silver!" Jiang Wen touched half a broken tile, but saw the baby in his arms grinning at him. He was distracted and the shadow of the stick was already in front of him. He suddenly turned over and protected the baby under his body, and the tile accurately pierced the ankle of the leader. The other two fled in panic as they screamed. When Jiang Wen used his teeth to tear open the hem of his clothes to bandage his wound, he caught a glimpse of the secret compartment behind the Bodhisattva statue, which actually contained a bag of silver and a land deed. The candlelight danced on the altar, and Jiang Wen's hand hovered above the deed. If he took the money to treat his injuries, it would be enough to buy a shop and live in peace; if he kept his promise and waited for the owner, he might not survive this winter.

At the fifth watch, a lame peddler came to the temple. Jiang Wen tied his bundle back to the beam and curled up in the haystack with the baby in his arms. The sunlight of dawn leaked in, and he was shocked to find that the sore between his legs had formed a golden scab. …… When the clouds and mist gathered again, three tokens lay in Jiang Wen's palm - a copper coin with a medicinal scent, a dried hemostatic herb, and half a gold scab. "Those who seek the truth, the truth is in the world." The shadow of Grandmaster Taishen brushed across the clouds. "What you see today is the real secret treasure of Taishen." There was still morning mist outside the cliff, as if only a moment had passed. (End of this chapter)