At this time, in Chang'an City, every lane was isolated by high walls.

Ordinary people go home after the sun goes down, do whatever they need to do, and sleep when they need to.

Even if you think about it, it's impossible.

Therefore, Chang'an City was very quiet at this time. Except for the Jinwu Guards who patrolled by from time to time, there was no one else.

Chen Yi walked struttingly down the street, but no one could spot him.

Although he agreed to Cheng Shilian and brought him to Chang'an, he did not intend to use ordinary methods.

If he wants to take advantage of humanity, he must first gain the emperor's trust.

Although it is a bit sinister to say this, the arrival of the Yin soldiers is the emperor's crisis, but it is also his opportunity.

I'm afraid nothing can make an emperor feel more grateful and gain his trust more easily than the act of "rescuing him" when he is in danger.

However, it may not be so easy for Chen Yi to enter the palace.

This Chang'an city, under the observation of his spiritual platform, is far more than just majestic and magnificent on the surface.

Just the few forces he felt, if the so-called Yin soldiers could really march straight into the palace under the protection of these forces.

He could conclude that there must be a group of young men in the imperial court, commonly known as traitors.

Obviously, the pillar of light that soared into the sky just now, and the majestic and upright aura, although it appeared and disappeared quickly, was still very powerful.

At this moment, there was no aftermath at all, which obviously confirmed his idea.

Although there are some forces that make Chen Yi a little afraid, that's all.

Two of these powers are exactly the same as the fleeting aura of greatness before, and one of them comes from the Mr. Liu Zongyuan from Hedong just now.

The rest was a power he had never seen before.

After traveling for several months, he learned a lot about this world.

There are many fairies, ghosts, demons and monsters, as well as many strange and strange arts.

But it's still far from the giant demon and troll with monstrous magic power as imagined.

There are many demons and monsters with advanced cultivation levels, but compared to the giant monsters such as the python spirit of Qijue Mountain and the scorpion spirit of Pipa Cave that he has seen, even some of the advanced weird and awakened species in the world are just the same.

Among human beings, there are many people who are proficient in martial arts, but they are only comparable to the people in the world of martial arts, and even at the top level they are difficult to match.

On the contrary, among them, the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, which had only been glimpsed, were indeed some masters.

In particular, some of the great scholars in the world had such a majestic righteousness in their hearts that he was astonished.

He was also very curious about the military battle formation whose name he heard but disappeared.

If he could be afraid of the only people in the world this time, they would be the top experts from these three families, plus a military strategist.

Of course, this "world" is just the human world.

Datang does indeed have some background.

But if you think about it the other way around, in the once majestic and prosperous Tang Dynasty, the capital of Chang'an was under the emperor's feet, but there were only two great scholars with great righteousness and a few soldiers to defend it.

It’s also really deplorable.

Although I was feeling emotional, my steps were not slow either.

Every step he took was dozens of feet away.

The figure flickers, wearing a white cassock. Under the moonlight, the blue water light appears, like an immortal under the moon.

Entering the nine-layered palace, there are strict restrictions at every level, but they are in vain.

…

Thousands of households are opened at dawn in the golden palace, and thousands of officials are supported by immortals on the jade steps. The flowers welcome the swords and the stars have just fallen, and the willow flags are still dew-dry. There are only guests in the Phoenix Pond, and it is difficult to harmonize with the song of spring.

It is about the Daming Palace, the most glorious and magnificent palace in the world since the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, the actual owner of this magnificent palace, the king of the world, the Nine-Five Supreme, was lying on his side in a large hall in the inner courtyard, with a thick blanket covering his legs.

Seeing His Highness singing and dancing in the hall, and listening to elegant music, I sighed long and short.

"The deep palaces and high buildings enter the Purple Qing Dynasty, and the gold embroidered couplets are made of dragons and dragons..."

"The spring breeze blows down the king's ears, this song is a journey to heaven..."

"Three thousand pairs of moths sang and laughed, the bells and drums of Laos fell over the palace, and thousands of surnames gathered to dance and sing for peace..."

"If I do nothing, people will be at peace...

"well……"

Li Song, Shunzong of the Tang Dynasty, was dressed in regular clothes. Although his eyes were directed towards the beauties in the hall, his eyes were unfocused and blurry.

There is a peerless wine in the cup, but in the mouth it feels bland and tasteless.

On the contrary, the verses he murmured in a low voice were more interesting.

"The banished immortal is worthy of being banished to the immortal. In just a few sentences, the true meaning of the story is conveyed."

"It's just... I can do nothing on my own, but the people of the world can really find peace?"

"well……"

Shunzong sighed again, shook his head, and slowly waved his hand: "That's it, let's all disperse."

All the singers and singers bowed down and bowed down, followed each other step by step, and slowly exited the hall facing Shunzong.

Even the palace maids who were waiting around him were all sent away by him.

In the huge hall, Shunzong's faint sighs could be heard.

"The spring breeze blows down the king's ears, this song is a journey to heaven..."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded from the palace: "Although the banished immortal has unparalleled poetry, he is not worthy of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Immortals live forever and are free."

"Don't you hear that 'The Emperor of Qin was too jealous of harm, but Yuan Shuo was less lenient. In the end, there was no good conscience, and he was not a good neighbor unless he was a good person'?"

Shunzong suddenly stood up from the couch.

It's just that his legs are weak and it's difficult to move at all, so he can only support his upper body with his hands.

On the contrary, it was Jiu Wu who was frightened but calm. His expression was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "How dare Xiaoxiao dare to break into the palace without permission? Do you know that his crime is a big treason?"

Even though he was paralyzed in bed, Shunzong's imperial majesty was not weak at all.

He also had no intention of calling for the guards.

"Amitabha, your majesty, the emperor, forgive me. The young monk Tripitaka is here to save your majesty from this disaster."

The clear light of the white shadow shone slightly, and Shunzong saw a monk in white walking slowly towards His Highness, with a peaceful smile on his face.

What a handsome and handsome monk!

This was Shunzong's first thought.

In response to Shicai's words of "saving your majesty from disaster", Shun Zong did not show any abnormal expression. He just narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was not angry but powerful.

"Monk, you are so brave. You broke into the palace without permission, and you dare to mock me with your violence against the Qin Dynasty and the powerful Han Dynasty?"

"I don't dare, His Majesty the Emperor. It's just that this young monk thinks that the Emperor is the supreme human being, and this immortal is nothing more than this, insignificant, and..."

With a smile on his face, Chen Yi walked slowly and said: "At this time, the word 'ascension' is really ominous."

Shunzong still had a noncommittal expression on his face. Instead, he lay back on the couch, put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes slightly, and recited: "Thirty-six emperors want to greet each other, and the immortal floats down from the clouds. The emperor will not go."

, stay in Haojing. An Neng can go to Xuanyuan and go alone into the underworld."

Then he said softly: "Monk, I thought of you because I was admonishing you. I will not hold you responsible for the crime you committed. It's just that you only half-listened to the thoughts of banishing the immortal. After all, you are wrong."

"It's the young monk Meng Lang. The emperor is indeed as lenient and benevolent as popular rumors say."

Chen Yi didn't take it seriously. Instead, his smile became even stronger and he was even slightly polite.

"You monk, you flatter me every time, but you don't see me at all. You are really hypocritical."
Chapter completed!