Things about demonic Taoism are obviously more hotly discussed around the surroundings than in the main city. Different rumors can be heard in the crowd of people.

Chu Zhiyin turned a blind eye and carefully picked up food until a familiar name appeared in his ears.

"You said, why did the An family marry the fourth princess? Although the status is noble, it is hard to describe in terms of appearance."

"The fourth princess looks ugly and it's all rumor. Have you ever seen the princess?"

The speaker was dissatisfied, "Even if I haven't seen it, someone has seen it. If it weren't for the fact that it was really not good-looking, why would the fourth princess in the Qianqiu royal family dare not show up?"

Most people have never seen a princess, especially when the royal family travels once a year, the fourth princess still does not show her appearance, and over time she will be given the title of Princess Wusal.

The royal family was born with glory and wealth, and the concubines of the emperor were all in the upper class of appearance, so the princes and princesses born had extraordinary appearance except for their temperament.

Only the fourth princess was frequently reported to be incredible, and it was not until she chose the princess after she was in the hairpin, which seemed to confirm the people's name for Princess Wuyan.

"I think the fourth princess fell in love with the son of the An family because she was so that the child she gave birth to in the future would be more beautiful."

"Do you think the royal family is as vulgar as you? It's obvious that the An family's business is too big, and the royal family intends to gather it."

"It is the glory of the downfall class by merchants marrying a princess."

After eating the last bite of rice, Chu Zhiyin put down his chopsticks and took out the silver liang and placed it on the table. As the dark curtain of winter approached, he looked at the thick night outside the window.

When she left, she passed the table of diners talking. She glanced casually. The three diners in ordinary clothes had not served a few of them, but the wine bottles were quite empty.

The people walking on the street wrapped their clothes tightly, and the coolness at night became more obvious. Chu Zhiyin found a secluded place, soared into the air, turned into a light golden light and disappeared into the night.

The people who noticed it looked up and pointed at the children beside them and said, "If there are shooting stars, make a wish."

...

Back to Jingyuan, the green bamboo swayed in the wind, and there was still a rustling sound of friction.

The candlelight in the room is bright, and the figures on the window paper are also particularly obvious.

An Yunqi?

No, the figure is not similar, this person's skeleton is wider.

The door opened automatically, and the person with his hands turned around, and his profound and unruly facial features hit his sight.

He Yao.

"Aren't you in the palace?" His appearance seemed to confirm her guess.

He Yao sat down calmly, his expression lightly, "Old Emperor is looking for me."

Chu Zhiyin also sat down, "What happened to the demonic soul-catching thing?"

He didn't seem surprised that she knew and said softly.

Chu Zhiyin was still confused before, "Why did the emperor know that you came to the imperial city?"

"Because of the face," He Yao supported his face with his hands and closed his eyes: "My heroic posture has long been spread to various military yards. The moment he stepped into the imperial city, the news was reported immediately."

Chu Zhiyin realized his fatigue, but the unruly person who had never been troubled by anything was abnormal.

She said, "You never mind other people's business, do you have to participate in this?"

Under the dim candlelight, He Yao's expression was unclear, "Have you heard of the national teacher Zhang Zhenren?"

Chu Zhiyin said: "The founder of the Zhang Sect and the ancestor of the warlock."

He Yao said: "That's right, seventy years ago, he died under a large army of ten thousand people. Now, the matter of demonic soul capture may have something to do with him."

Regarding the previous events, Chu Zhiyin only knew some knowledge of Zhang Muye. The grudges and hatred alone may not be comprehensive.

"Maybe it's related, it means that Zhenren Zhang is not dead?" It's hard to say that a cultivator with high cultivation level will die.

For example, she may have failed to survive the tribulation in Tianze and was exhausted. Who knew she was still living a prosperous life in the mortal world?

He Yao didn't seem to be clear, "He was indeed dead back then, and his body was buried in the star-gazing hall in the palace."

"In the past two days, souls from all over the world have been gathered in the air and poured down from the hollowed-out top of the Star Gazing Hall. The place where they disappeared happened to be at the coffin of Zhenren Zhang."

The scene seen by the Heavenly Eye today flew across my mind, and it turned out that the place where the soul drifted to was the palace.

Chu Zhiyin asked: "Didn't it mean that there are restrictions on the palace and spiritual power will cause alarms if there is spiritual power, and spiritual power will fail?"

He Yao obviously knew that "the prohibition does not limit Zhang Zhenren's spiritual power."

That's why he guessed that this was done by Zhenren Zhang.

Chu Zhiyin said: "What do you mean is that Zhang Zhenren wants to resurrect himself by ingesting the souls of others?"

If you imagine that Zhang Zhenren had no real death seventy years ago, he would have left one soul and two spirits, buried in the star-gazing hall that once communicated with the world, there would be traces of spiritual power in it.

For a long time, Zhenren Zhang may have developed consciousness, and to be truly resurrected, either someone will help you, such as finding the soul-burning grass to repair your soul, or absorbing other people's souls and entering the evil path.

He Yao did not understand evil magic, but Chu Zhiyin did not deny it, "Do you think it's possible?"

Chu Zhiyin nodded, "It can be done."

"This is an evil way. There is no way out after choosing. Just like your former disciple, although he has survived for decades, he will never escape a vain end."

"Zhang Zhenren is a cultivator who has attained enlightenment. Will he choose to go astray and fall into the evil path?"

The master in Zhang Muye's mouth is a powerful person who upholds justice and supports the righteous path. Judging from his descendants, the master who is in the style of a decent cultivator should not take this path.

Although He Yao enjoys the title of imperial master that seems to be as famous as the national master, his cultivation and Taoism cannot reach the height of Zhenren Zhang.

When he was young, he took advantage of the emperor's appreciation and love. At that time, he knew better how to recognize the times and be a master. When he was appreciated, he would enjoy the glory brought by fame and fortune.

It is no different for him to be an emperor. He is unacceptable to the old man who abides by the rules and often provokes disputes between emperors.

And enjoy the pleasure of their rift due to him, how much cultivation is higher than him, how prestige is better than him, or whether they are defeated in the battle.

But the development of the situation was not something that he, a young warlock, could decide, mutiny, national change, and move beyond his control.

In order to ensure the orthodoxy of the royal family, Zhang Zhenren was loyal to the royal family and found the royal bloodline left by the people. Unexpectedly, he realized that it was another tragedy.

He led lightning to repel the army of ten thousand people and died. The orthodox blood of the royal family was preserved, but the seeds were planted for the royal family's internal fighting and hatred.
Chapter completed!