Chapter 552: Too Mysterious "Uncle Emperor..." Li Xiangyue looked at the disheveled man in the prison van and was extremely shocked. She could not forget that man's face. He was indeed a prince of the royal family, a king with fiefdoms and territories - Marquis of Pingnan. Pingnan Hou is the younger brother of the current emperor. It is said that he was once one step away from becoming the emperor. Later, for unknown reasons, he gave up the throne, and the current emperor took over. The southern part of Pingnan Marquis' fiefdom is a land of abundance. Among all the kings of the royal family, Pingnan Marquis is the most powerful. When Li Xiangyue was very young, she learned from her father that Pingnan Hou had always disliked the current Holy Emperor and often opposed him. However, the Emperor cherished the brotherhood, so he never made things difficult for Pingnan Hou. Even when Pingnan Hou was the most lawless, the Holy Emperor only issued an edict to condemn him and did not punish him in any way. She had thought that Pingnan Hou was different from the royal relatives like them, and that the emperor would never embarrass him. But she didn't expect to see Pingnan Hou in a prisoner car, and see him in a dishevelled state with his hair dishevelled. "Even the emperor's uncle has been captured in the imperial capital. Could it be that Brother Jiang's speculation is true... The emperor wants to drink the blood of his relatives..." A terrible thought emerged in Li Xiangyue's mind, and her face was pale with fear. After all, such speculation was too terrifying, and she dared not believe it anyway. But now even the Marquis of Pingnan has been captured, it is hard to say whether the emperor will take their blood ties into consideration.

"No, I have to go and take a look." Li Xiangyue looked at the prison van going away, and she inexplicably thought of her mother and sisters. An idea popped into my mind, which was to leave the money and pay the bill before leaving. She followed the prisoner's car all the way, blending herself perfectly into the crowd. When the prisoner's car drove into a sparsely populated street, Li Xiangyue took out a cloak to cover her figure. The moment she put on the cloak, her trace disappeared. This is the life-saving magic weapon Jiang Wen gave her, named Baizhedou. It is said that this thing is made of the long beard of a real dragon, and wearing it can cover up the breath and hide the body. Only a real person in the realm of Dao Palace has a chance to see through the disguise. Ordinary mortals and life fire monks cannot sense the existence of the wearer. Jiang Wen made this magic weapon by accident, so he gave it to Li Xiangyue as a life-saving tool. Wearing a white robe, Li Xiangyue followed the prison van to a mysterious place. The family here is solemn, with stone statues of Taotie standing on both sides. There are no places for ordinary people to live around here, only tightly guarded courtyards. The hundred black-armored cavalrymen stopped and surrounded the prisoner car. Then two tall and strong guards came forward, opened the prisoner car, and escorted out the imprisoned Pingnan Marquis. The leader walked to a big gate and patted the stone lion. As the stone lions danced, the huge iron gate slowly opened. Li Xiangyue hid beside the stone lion and saw many black-armored cavalrymen walking in. Without thinking much, she followed the black-armored cavalrymen into the building. She felt a chill as she stepped through the gate. Inside the courtyard surrounded by high walls were densely packed black houses. Countless black-armored soldiers were stationed everywhere, guarding this huge courtyard tightly. Following the black-armored cavalry, Li Xiangyue soon arrived in front of a single-family house. She tried to walk in, and the scene she saw at first sight surprised her. "Mother..." she called softly. …… Not to mention that Li Xiangyue had sneaked into a mysterious place where members of the Li royal family were imprisoned, Jiang Wen had started the trial again. When Jiang Wen opened his eyes, he was sitting in a cold duty room, his shoulders aching from the prison guard's leather armor. The oil lamp reflected the list of names on the desk, the words "death row" were circled in cinnabar, making them glaring. There were cries outside the window, and there were more than 300 refugees suffering from plague in the prison.

He knew that this was another trial, but he didn't know what this trial was about. "Boss Chen, the prefect has sent a message." The servant handed over the document with his neck hunched. "Tonight before midnight," he gestured as if wiping his neck. Jiang Wen was patrolling the prison with a lantern in hand, and the stench of decay was overwhelming. In the deepest cell was a scholar, with a Taiping Dao talisman faintly visible on the festering part of his wrist. "Your Excellency, please understand!" The scholar rushed to the fence and said, "I am only drawing the talisman for the infected villagers." At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Wen stood in front of the dungeon gate. He held the kerosene barrel in his left hand and the prescription he had copied from the doctor's house in his right hand. The deadline given by the prefect was coming to an end. If he opened the gate to save people, the whole city might be infected; if he set fire to the prison, the three hundred wronged souls would never be reborn. When the clock had stopped ticking, he smashed the medicine storehouse without hesitation and threw herbs such as rhubarb and atractylodes into the well. When the festering skin of the infected touched his arm, golden lines quietly climbed up his neck - this was the backlash of miasma that the mortal body could not bear. Seven days later, Jiang Wen collapsed in front of the Prison God Temple. The medicine boy in his arms was delivering medicine from house to house, and the "Prevention Strategy" carved by the scholar with his last strength covered the long street. In the coarse pottery bowl offered by the people, a broken jade gifted by a prisoner on his deathbed was gleaming. …… Golden light flickered and whispers were heard in the ears. When Jiang Wen opened his eyes again, he came to another world. In the workshop filled with smoke, Jiang Wen's thumb calluses rubbed against the Lu Ban ruler. He was the chief inksmith who built the imperial mausoleum, and at this moment he was staring at the geomancy map - according to the map given by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, the water diversion channel would pass through the fishing village 18 miles away. "Boss Jiang, this is the hard-earned money from the Ministry of Industry." The master pushed the sandalwood box over, and under the gold ingot was the line modification drawing. "It's just three miles away, and those poor people's broken houses..." On a rainy night, Jiang Wen ran barefoot on the muddy ridge. In his arms were the deeds of the entire village, and behind him were the torches of the pursuing soldiers of the Ministry of Works. The old fisherman stuffed his grandson into his arms and said, "Take the child away! Our ancestral graves are here, and we will do this even if we die..." When the lightning split the darkness, Jiang Wen swung his axe to cut off the dragon vein pile of the imperial mausoleum. The flood destroyed the newly built altar, but also protected the ancestral hall of the fishing village. After that day, Jiang Wen did not escape. He allowed himself to be arrested by the officers and put into the Hell Prison. On the day of execution, the young and old in the fishing village knelt in a long street. Jiang Wen looked at the executioner's ghost-head knife and thought of the unfinished water diversion canal blueprint. When the blood splattered on the white silk, the ink core in his arms popped out half an inch, pointing to the sky. …… Six trials, six lives. By the time Jiang Wen stood in front of the huge bluestone wall again, it seemed like a long time had passed. The sea of ​​clouds remained the same and he smiled. Just open your palm, and a golden key slowly enters your hand. He had managed to pass the nine levels of Taimi's mysterious trial. "This mysterious nine-fold trial is really amazing." Jiang Wen exclaimed. Although it was only a moment in reality, he had experienced nine lifetimes. Correct your mind and understand the truth. Now I have a little more understanding. His originally solid state of mind had begun to loosen slightly, and he might not be far from reaching the realm of a saint. "Let me see what kind of treasure is hidden in this mysterious treasure." Jiang Wen raised the key and inserted it towards the bluestone wall, and saw the stone wall shining with green light. The hundred-foot-high wall slowly turned into nothingness.

There is a towering rainbow bridge in front of me, and a sea of ​​clouds rolling under the bridge. Jiang Wen walked onto the Rainbow Bridge, and billions of rays of light poured out. In front of him, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and 72 white jade floating islands were suspended in the sky. The islands were connected by colorful glazed fairy bridges, and the bridges were flowing with gilded gold from the stars. In the distance, the Tongtian Star Tower stood in the center of the main island, and the top of the tower penetrated the nine layers of the sky, shining with the sun and the moon. The palaces on the floating islands are all built of jade that has been there for thousands of years. The corners of the eaves are covered with necklaces made of the Milky Way, and the breeze blows through them to play the sound of heaven and earth. Lifelike five-clawed golden dragons are perched on the columns, and the dragon's eyes are inlaid with pearls from the East China Sea, reflecting the stars in the sky. When the dragon's whiskers sway in the wind, they actually scatter fine star sand. In front of the main hall stand two jade statues of Qilin, holding purple flame lamps in their mouths that have been burning for three thousand years. In the flames, one can vaguely see the afterimages of the great masters of Taishen Palace who have attained enlightenment throughout the ages. Seven Milky Ways fell from the top of the Star Tower, and water droplets splashed on the edge of the floating island and turned into spiritual mist. A hundred-foot-tall blue phoenix shuttled through the mist, bringing up a dazzling rain of light when its wings flapped; under the fairy bridge, a koi fish jumped out of the water and turned into a dragon flying into the sky. The dragon's roar shook the flowing clouds apart, revealing the thirty-three alchemy pavilions hidden behind the clouds. The rays of light from the alchemy furnace dyed half of the sky red gold. On the floating island on the east side, a hundred thousand spiritual swords were inserted into the meteorite hill, and the bells tied to the sword tassels rang without wind, and fairy music came out. On the floating island on the west side, nine hundred bronze tripods were displayed. The star platform in the center was crystal clear, with a whole piece of the Big Dipper's marrow inlaid on the ground. The marrow contained the flowing chaotic energy, which sometimes turned into mountains and rivers, and sometimes condensed into various scenes in the market. When Jiang Wen stepped onto the Star Platform, a vast landscape of mountains and rivers suddenly unfolded beneath his feet. The dragon veins of the imperial capital transformed into golden-scaled dragons under his feet, and each dragon scale was engraved with the secret national spell of the Taishen Palace. The clouds suddenly parted to the sides, revealing a golden figure floating in the sky. The thousand-foot shadow held the sun and the moon in his hands, with the Milky Way entwined in his hair. When he spoke, his voice was as loud as a bell: "Those who see this secret treasure will bear the heart of heaven and earth." Before he finished speaking, runes lit up on all the floating islands at the same time, the Nine Skies Cloud Realm completely awakened, and spiritual energy condensed into substantial golden lotuses that bloomed one after another at his feet. (End of this chapter)