Yanxiake stood under the old tree, and her slightly ragged gray robe moved with the wind.

He looked quietly outside the City God Temple, there were men wearing soapcorn clothes, holding court decrees and emperor's imperial edicts, searching for them.

There are thousands of city gods in the world, but there is only one city god in the capital.

Although the true soul of the Yuanshen is powerful, it is not easy to kill him, because the city god has a strong power and the people are extremely awe-inspiring.

However, time can change everything.

The Daqing has been released for a hundred years for five generations. The people who have received the favor of the City God, thanked the kindness of the City God, and respected them deeply, and their grandsons are almost dead.

After a century of blockade, the City God Temple has really declined.

If that is the case, how can the real person of God suppress the city god in Kyoto?

"It's a pity that the emperor didn't know that the emperor's master, the real god of the Heavenly Spirit, refining medicine for him for a hundred years, was to suppress the city god..."

Yan Xiake sighed deeply in her heart, sighing at the stupidity of others.

Along the way, he had an open and secret investigation, and what he saw was shocking, which made him develop an extremely strong murderous intent towards the old emperor who once pointed him as the top scholar.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to fight against the Catholic Church.

Over the past few months, he came up with two solutions. One was to compete with the Tathagata Academy and invite the world to witness it and expose the evil nature of the Tathagata Sect.

But he is not a member of the God-Willing Sect, and the evidence in his hands is not enough to completely nail the God-Willing Sect to death.

And the second is to kill the old emperor!

Once this old emperor dies, there will be at least a brief chaos. The city god of the capital has no limit. Even if it is weakened for a hundred years, with his thousand-year prestige, he may not be able to drive the real person of God's will out of Qingdu City.

At least, it won't be worse than this time.

It was hard for him to imagine how terrifying the true soul of a soul who needed incense and fire power like a city god, but was not as bound as a city god, would be without any fear.

But this is his guess, and the difficulty lies in how he can assassinate the king!

call!

After a long breath of turbid air, Yan Xiake took out three incense sticks from her arms. With a slight trembling, the incense head was lit.

"Yan Xiake, Qingyan Prefecture, has lived for decades, and is a son of man. He is worthy of his parents and an official position. He is worthy of his people. He travels all over the world and is worthy of the people... Today, Yan wants to do a great thing!"

Yan Xiake faced the City God Temple and bowed slightly and said:

"Old City God, if you have a spirit, please help me!"

There was a calm surroundings and no response.

Yan Xiake took a step forward, knelt on both knees, and bowed again: "Please help me with the old city god!"

"Please help me with the old city god!"

After three bows.

Yan Xiake felt the three incense sticks in his hand tremble slightly, and the curling blue smoke rose slightly, sank into his mouth and nose.

He sensed slightly, and felt three incense sticks flashing by in front of him.

"Thank you, the old city god!"

Yan Xiake took a deep breath and stood up.

In the distance, the few soldiers had already come running, drawing their swords and scolding: "Your Majesty strictly prohibits defeating the lewd temple, and those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

These few people took several feet to make it, and they were all kinds of good players at first glance.

But where did you catch up with Yan Xiake?

He turned around and was already in the crowd.

Qingdu City is still bustling and bustling, and the lightning that had been flashing for several months in the air has long been used to it.

Yan Xiake walked among the crowd, and with a slightly closed eyes, he could see three incense sticks. They were the three incense sticks lent to him by Qin Wuyi, the city god of Qingdu.

‘Use these three incense sticks to enter the palace to face the old emperor...’

Looking at these three incense sticks, Yan Xiake's heart became enlightened.

But he did not ignite the incense directly, but walked slowly along the extremely wide road of Qingdu.

On the long street, hawkers hawking, shouting in the restaurant, noise among the crowd can be heard, and on the road, people holding swords, ragged clothes, yellow-faced muscles, and dressed in brocades, and people wearing brocades.

Bang!

A child ran and laughed and accidentally hit Yan Xiake.

"Uncle, I didn't mean it."

The child was shocked when he saw Yan Chixia's burly figure and the black man was ugly.

"Stolen from me?"

Yan Xiake glared, held up the child's arm with his backhand, and snatched his purse from his hand.

"Oh, I've hit someone and bullied the child!"

The child screamed in pain.

The pedestrians around were not stupid. When they saw Yan Xia’s guest was tall and big, they were holding their purse and didn’t know what was going on?

Even if it is not, it is obviously not easy to mess with when he is so burly and has a long sword on his back.

Although there were many onlookers, no one spoke out.

When the child saw that this trick was not effective, he immediately begged softly: "Master, please spare me this time, I dare to do it next time."

"I spare you, I dare to do it next time?"

Yan Xiake laughed, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

The child blushed and said, "I dare not, I won't dare next time."

Yan Xiake was too lazy to make things difficult for him. He saw many miserable things along the way, and he could no longer feel any fluctuations in his heart when he was thieves.

As soon as you let go, let your child slip away, and as soon as you turn your hands up, a few colorful purses will be pinched into his hands.

“There are more than one or two!”

Yan Xiake weighed it and smiled: "It's just enough for a certain family to have a meal!"

Taking out the money and throwing his purse, Yan Xiake walked straight into the nearest restaurant and said:

"The restaurant, come and make a ounce of silver wine, and then two pounds of wine and food!"

There are many restaurants, but they are very efficient.

Soon, a large table of wine and food was already set up in front of Yan Xiake.

"The food is barely enough, and the wine is good! It's not considered insulting you!"

Yan Xiake patted his stomach, and a stick of incense in front of him had turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

He was a little curious about how the City God would help him, but he still calmed down, his chopsticks fell and his wine glass was not idle.

When Yanxiake was full of wine and food, there was no left of rice on the table.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a look of nonchalant appearance and expressionless face came over and sat opposite Yan Xiake.

The man looked up and down at Yan Xiake a few times, and said with a blank expression:

"Come with me, my master wants to see you!"

Yan Xiake was a little drunk and slapped the table:

"lead the way!"

The man's face turned dark, but he did not make any noise. He stood up silently and walked out the door.

Yan Xiake followed behind him, followed the man through several streets and came to an ordinary courtyard.

In the courtyard, several exquisite masked men were carrying swords and carrying swords, and a mysterious man with only a pair of eyes stood with his hands down. Under the old trees in the courtyard and on the stone chair, there was a graceful and luxurious old man.

The old man was about sixty years old. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, he could not hide his nobleness.

The old man looked at Yan Xiake and nodded slightly:

"I am worthy of being the top scholar in both civil and military affairs, and I am indeed heroic!"

But it seems that I know something.

Yan Xiake's eyes shrank slightly in the depths, but he recognized who the old man was.

It was the crown prince of the dynasty.

The prince who was killed by great-grandfather, grandfather, and father, is now over 60 years old and is said to have been in his life for a short time.

It is said that when the prince opened his eyes, he was already the prince. Now he has been the prince for more than 60 years.

"Let's go ahead!"

The old man waved his hand.

The others were a little hesitant, but they did not dare to disobey, and they all bowed and retreated.
To be continued...