Know...Know...

Know.....

The sun shone with the hot light, and the summer cicadas lay on the hanging pine branches and hissed one after another. In the distant square, a group of children held high in their clothes and stood in the hot summer, listening attentively to the Taoist sayings. Under the branches swaying slightly in the wind, the old donkey lying on the ground, squinted his eyes, and shook his tail from time to time.

The woman was wearing a white dress, holding iced plum juice, and she floated across the building to hand it to the two old men. The skirt turned and floated back to the room. In the door she pushed open, the old man with white hair as white as a waterfall closed his eyes to rest as he chuckled, his feet were gentle, and the sour plum soup was gently put away. He took the palm fan beside him and sang a cool breeze.

"Master Toad, how long has it been?"

On the bed, the toad Taoist with his legs bent down his eyes, looked at Nie Honglian who was tilting his face towards him, and hummed, smelled the smell of sour plums, sat up, and hooked up the hook frog web.

"Take the sour plum soup to me. I have drunk too much soup recently and found that one way to drink soup is more convenient."

As he said that, he turned out two small bamboo tubes from under the pillow, spliced ​​them together with a bang, put them in his mouth, stretched out the soup bowl, and sat down to the head of the bed, leisurely shaking his flippers while sucking the sour plum soup into his mouth, and the cold and sour feeling passed through his taste buds. The moment he passed through his body, the toad Taoist narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Master Toad, just knowing how to eat and drink, or sleep, and help me." Nie Honglian pinched his fingers, embroidered shoes and walked back and forth between the desk on the floor, his tone of complaint.

On the other side, the Toad Taoist laughed, opened his eyes, and comfortably took the bamboo tube in the exit. He looked at the apprentice sitting upright in the meditation over there, and shook his head.

"I don't need help now. I'm also in a leisurely state. I'm very comfortable after eating and sleeping. Little girl, come here. Recently, Xiaoxian has made a few new clothes to choose which one to look good."

"No."

Hong Lian was still as old as sixteen years old, squeezed his nose at the Toad Taoist, made a face, turned around and floated away, sat to the round table, supported his chin, and hummed the song gently.

Qiyou is not here now. Since Lu Liangsheng left, he has run away. Sometimes Hong Lian remembers that it is good to have someone to quarrel.

In the room, incense burning lingered incense. A gust of wind suddenly blew in between the slightly opened window lattice. On the burning incense pillar, ashes broke silently into the furnace. The figure who entered the meditation on the opposite side slowly opened his eyes. Hong Lian, who was singing behind the song, also stopped his voice and got up and floated.

"Young Master, you finally woke up. I brought you sour plum soup. You can taste it...hey, where is the soup?"

Lu Liangsheng smiled and followed the desk that the woman held with her hands, which was empty. He looked at the other side of the bed, and the two empty bowls were placed. The toad Taoist was bulging his belly and was looking over.

"I thought Liangsheng was not awake, but I was afraid that it would get cold, so I just drank it first... hiccup."

"Master Toad, you!!"

Hong Lian was so angry that she stomped her feet hard, stirring up a gust of cold wind blew around the room. Listening to the noise there, Lu Liangsheng smiled and turned back his eyes. In front of the broken incense, the rice grains covered with the tabletop were clattering, and strokes were drawn, showing the handwriting.

——You can enter the indifference again.

This is the message from King Han Qinhu, Yama.

"Sure enough, there is someone in the underworld who can do things... Han Zhuguo has gained a foothold below so quickly." Lu Liangsheng brushed his sleeves and covered the table with rice grains, and the rice grains were flying, and the porcelain bowls that did not fall into the bed were piled up. He was about to call Hong Lian to go outside for a walk, and the voice of his disciple Yuwen Tuo suddenly rang in his ears.

‘There is something wrong with the master! The disciple will arrive at Wanshou Temple soon.’

The voice was transmitted with magic power. Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly, and a woman said "What's wrong?" next to him. He didn't hear it. He quickly went down the stairs and came outside.

The sky was bright and the stone steps in front of the mountain gate were Yuwen Tuo, carrying his robe, walked up quickly, came out of the eaves, bowed and bowed. Lu Liangsheng raised his hand and asked about the content of his Dharma pronunciation just now.

"What happened?"

"There are still reports outside for two days, and there are rebellion in various places. Your Majesty is so angry that he is very angry and has a lot of anger."

After saying that, after taking out the copied news from his sleeve, Lu Liangsheng unfolded the note, which summarized the contents that had been passed into Chang'an in recent times. First, the rebels such as Wagang Limi, Cheng Yaojin and others attacked Luoyang. Three days later, Luoyang Wang Shichong rebelled and joined the Wagang thief army, and rushed to Chang'an without stopping to Hangu Pass.

At the end of May, Liu Wuzhou, Mayi, rebelled and attacked Taiyuan. He crossed the Taihang Mountains and headed south. The Sui army, which was resisting nearby, collapsed at an astonishing speed. He has entered Jin and joined forces with the Liang army, which also rebelled in Xiazhou.

On the second day of June, Dou Jiande left Hebei and passed through Luokoucang. He was preparing to go around Tongguan along the north bank of the Yellow River. The troops crossed the Jinghe River and pointed to Chang'an.

The sudden rebellion news from various places, accompanied by the 800-mile rush to rush along the way, the people were even more in a panic and chaotic manner, and they took their families to escape from their homes that were about to become the battlefield. All officials got up overnight and dressed neatly to the palace. Emperor Yang Guang, who had originally known the truth, saw these battle reports coming one after another like snowflakes, still: "Ah--" the rage, kicked the dragon's case down with one kick, and became dazed.

.........

White clouds swim through the blue sky.

In the annoying cicada, Lu Liangsheng lowered the paper and took his back, raised his face and took a deep breath. The purpose of the gods entrusting themselves to the world was achieved, and the rebellious army was led to attack the cities. It was not about occupying them at all, leaving behind a mess and ruins. In the chaos in the city, the people were facing the loss of order, all kinds of tragedies would happen.

"... Lou Jindog Li Mi, Jiao Mujiao Dou Jiande, Maori Jiwang Shichong, Kui Mulang Meng Haigong, Winghuo Snake Liang Shidu, and Twenty-Eight Constellations, there are many people who are rebelling against the kings in various places, and there are other gods. It seems that they are going to make a big fuss in Chang'an on earth."

The sunlight flashed in the gaps of the trees. In the whispering sound, Lu Liangsheng brushed his sleeves and turned to the attic. His words sounded and called Sun Yingxian in the square over there.

"Old Sun!"

The latter looked at him with a slight face: "What's the matter?"

"Design the formation, lower the underworld!"

He walked into the building, returned to the room and grabbed the chakra, put it on his body and put it on his body. He took the three pillars of ghost incense that had been prepared, and went back to the hall. Several tables and chairs that were placed in the hearing were moved creakingly, giving up a piece of open space.

"Do you want to call the old pig back to escort you down?"

The Taoist shook a roll of yellow cloth and rolled onto the ground, showing the formation of five directions and five ghosts, stood up on the banner and said, and Lu Liangsheng lit a long incense and inserted it into the incense burner and held it in his hand, sitting cross-legged in the array eyes.

"No need, you can protect your side."

I don’t know how many days it will take to go to the underworld, so I will no longer delay it. After saying that, my eyes closed, and my soul profile floated around the incense and turned into a golden light to sink to the ground.

Compared to the previous discomfort, Lu Liangsheng could already adapt to it when he came to the underworld again. With a spread of his hand, an old paper umbrella was suspended in the air to cover his body, floating towards the direction of the Ghost Gate.

When the outline of the city wall that was as clear as the sky and the earth could be seen, a neighing sound of war horses suddenly came from the distance.

Xilulu-

In the darkness, the red horse raised its hooves and stood up, and the cold wind blew, and a roll of green robe shook above it.

A general with a robe with golden armor built in it, a long beard and a heavy date, standing there holding a dragon knife in his hand, squinting his eyes and nodding his head, looking at Lu Liangsheng under the umbrella.

After a moment, slowly raised his hand and held the knife and arched it heavily.
Chapter completed!