"Destiny...Destiny..."

"sky……"

The incomprehensible words, such an illusory thing as destiny, made Shunzong silent.

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

An unspeakable anger gradually appeared on his face.

There are some things that Chen Yi doesn't know yet.

However, Shunzong believed that this ten-year-old man was a monk who descended from the land of Paradise Buddha and appeared in the mortal world, so he should know everything.

In fact, when it comes to the understanding of "Heaven", there is probably no emperor in the world who has a better understanding of "Heaven".

The more talented and powerful the emperor is, the more sage, wise and heroic the emperor is, the clearer he knows and the more deeply he can feel the powerlessness and anger in it.

Although Chen Yi didn't know the hidden meaning, looking at his expression, he knew that the causal entanglement between "heaven" and "man" was probably deeper and more serious than he imagined.

"Holy monk, I don't know how many people in the world want to sit on this chair,"

Shunzong suddenly opened his eyes, patted the dragon couch under his seat, sighed deeply, and said mockingly: "But how did they know that this chair... is really not easy to sit on..."

Why is it difficult to sit down, but he did not continue, but sighed again: "If it were not for the inheritance of our ancestors and the survival of all people, why would I struggle with my broken body?"

He shook his head: "That's all, since that's the case, I will follow what the holy monk said..."

"Amitabha,"

Chen Yizheng said: "Young monk, you will definitely live up to the trust of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty."

Because of one word from him, he was able to surrender everything and was even willing to give up the throne.

Although the props and scenes he uses to fool people are all very real, it is impossible to make a scheming emperor easily surrender and treat him with respect.

This kind of courage is indeed not something ordinary people can have, and it is also a great trust.

Of course, there must be some entanglements that he was not aware of, which made Shun Zong not hesitate to fight in such an almost desperate way.

Chen Yi raised his head and said: "Emperor, now that you have decided, the turmoil in the Xuanzheng Palace should end."

"Just follow the words of the holy monk."

Shunzong nodded and didn't ask Chen Yi how he wanted to end it. It seemed that he really planned to carry out the trust thoroughly.

…

No one can imagine the people fighting in the Xuanzheng Palace.

This night banquet incident ended with the emperor suddenly returning to the Xuanzheng Hall.

What is surprising is that the emperor came back with the Shence Army from the towns northwest of Beijing.

We must know that among the imperial troops in Gyeonggi Province, the Shence Army in the towns northwest of Beijing was the most powerful, and almost all county towns were in the hands of eunuchs.

This night banquet started because the emperor was newly established and was eager to reform his government. He appointed Wang Shuwen and others. He was eager for success and wanted to appoint the veteran general Fan Xichao as the military commander of the Shence Army. The main purpose was to control the people in the northwestern part of Beijing.

He suppressed the gods and mobilized the army, taking away the power of the eunuchs and soldiers.

If the emperor could mobilize all the gods and soldiers, how could there be such a turmoil?

But the fact is that the Shence Army in the towns northwest of Beijing "turned against" the emperor overnight, and suddenly the soldiers descended from the sky and entered the imperial city to "protect him".

In any case, as a strategic army guarding the capital of Chang'an, the strength of the army cannot be resisted by just 500 Yin soldiers.

Not any master can resist it.

Furthermore, the several great Confucian scholars in the palace who combined literature and Taoism and were able to reveal their literary spirit were like the divine needle that fixed the sea.

Coupled with the pressure of the army, even if Ju Wenzhen and others struggled, it would be of no use.

On the other hand, that "General Du", although he was arrogant and arrogant, was really capable.

Despite the threat of the military front and the joint efforts of several great scholars, they were still able to kill everyone, making it difficult to capture him.

A pitch-black bone knife caused a lot of casualties to the Shence Army.

Moreover, it seems that he is not dead, and those five hundred Yin soldiers can get up again no matter how they kill him, even if they are crushed to pieces and thrown into ashes, and they continue to kill him.

Just as he was about to escape, a huge golden Buddha palm fell from the sky and slapped "General Du" into ashes.

Five hundred Yin soldiers were turned into ashes on the spot, but could never be reunited.

While everyone was shocked and confused, no one knew where the Buddha's palm came from.

Everyone thought that no matter why the Shence Army suddenly "changed sides", what Ju Wenzhen and other eunuchs and his gang members did at the night banquet was tantamount to treason.

Now that the emperor has regained control of the military, the time of reckoning has come, and there is absolutely no reason to be lenient.

What is surprising is that the emperor blamed everything on ghosts.

Ju Wenzhen and others, however, seemed to have lost their minds and gone mad. They just scolded him a few times and then let him go.

Even if Liu Zongyuan, Han Yu and others were furious and argued hard, they could not change the emperor's determination.

The storm seemed to have settled.

And it ended in such an incredible twist and way.

But few people know that this seemingly small disturbance at a night banquet is actually a disturbance involving the three worlds of heaven, earth and man.

…

On Longhu Mountain, there is a medium-sized Taoist temple.

It is rumored that this Taoist temple was originally a temple built by the descendants of the Zhang family to worship their ancestors.

He is just the ancestor of the Zhang family, but he is a well-known Ancestral Master in the Taoist sect.

This ancestral temple has also become the ancestral master's dojo passed down to the world.

Although it is not known to the world, it is a holy place in Taoism.

Taoist temples are simple and not luxurious.

There is a small quiet room inside, which is very inconspicuous.

In the quiet room, there was an old Taoist with an ancient appearance and not very eye-catching.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, there is only a column of fragrance curling in front of me.

The old Taoist suddenly opened his wrinkled old eyelids in Dingzhong.

His eyes were like a pool of clear water. Apart from being cleaner, there was nothing special about it.

At this moment, the clear water in this pool of water was slightly rippled, revealing a hint of confusion.

The old Taoist thought for a moment, picked up a jade hammer, and tapped the jade chime beside the couch, making a crisp sound.

After a while, there was a knock on the quiet room door.

Then a middle-aged man wearing Bagua Taoist robes came in, bowed to the old Taoist, and called him "Master."

The old Taoist said slowly: "Go to a talisman and recall General Shiyuan."

The middle-aged man was stunned: "Master, didn't you order the master to go to Chang'an City to help the emperor?"

The old Taoist shook his head and sighed: "It is destiny, who can go against heaven? The old Taoist is just doing his best."

He raised his head again, his eyes seemed to have passed through the roof, and he saw the stars in the sky. A trace of doubt flashed through his clear eyes: "It's not necessary now..."

"Go ahead..."

The old Taoist waved his hand gently, then closed his eyes again and said no more.

The middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but when he saw his appearance, he bowed and went out.

There was still confusion on his face.

But I still follow what the old man said.

Make a secret with your right hand, raise two fingers in parallel, and draw on the empty space in front of you.

The two fingers are like pens, and when they fall into the void, the writing becomes streaks of silver light.

In the blink of an eye, a silver talisman appeared.

The middle-aged Taoist made a seal with his left hand and pointed a finger, and he saw the silver talisman turned into a silver crane, fluttering its wings and soaring into the sky.

The Taoist raised his head and watched the silver crane disappear into the night, then shook his head and turned around to do his own thing.

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Chapter completed!