The closed city gate suddenly opened, and it was as dark as an abyss.

A group of armored soldiers, also covered in pitch black and with traces of black aura, slowly appeared.

The hook and sickle are like a dark crescent moon, and the linen is fluttering.

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and the flames were pale green.

Under the iron shackles, the white bones rattled, and the head with disheveled black hair rolled.

Wherever he went, blood was everywhere and there were endless cries.

Just like the scene in Xin'an County.

But there were many more bones and heads under the iron chains in the prison van.

The chariots, horsemen and armored soldiers marched slowly and silently.

Chang'an was the imperial capital, and not far to the west from here was the Imperial City Palace.

The guards are naturally extremely tight.

Not to mention people, even birds can't get in.

Under the attack of soldiers, even ghosts and gods have to retreat.

But at this time, the layers of imperial guards could not stop this line of armored soldiers at all.

They even seemed to be unaware and allowed the group of armored soldiers to march slowly into the city.

Gusts of cold wind blew by, and Wang Zhen, dressed in green robes, appeared by the roadside. In front of the armored soldiers, the general on horseback bowed to greet him.

"General! The road to Chang'an has been cleared, but the road to the imperial palace has not yet been borrowed. However, the mission has been arranged. I just need to wait for a while, General..."

"It doesn't matter."

The armored general waved his hand to interrupt him.

"I have arrived, how can I stop? Now that I have entered this city, who can stop me?"

As he spoke, the iron helmet turned and faced behind Wang Zhen.

There was another person following behind him, it was Xin Pingping.

At this moment, he was looking at the scene in front of him calmly.

Although this so-called military chariot only has 500 soldiers, chariots and horses, it is fluttering with hemp flags as high as the sky, and there are layers of armor in front and behind, blocking the road.

There were bursts of black energy, faint green fire, white bones on the ground, and wailing heads.

Such a battle was beyond the ability of a mere literati like him.

He was still able to stand upright at this moment, all supported by the unyielding faith in his heart.

"Is this the person you want to bring with you to share your merits?"

The two dots of green fire dancing under the helmet of the mounted iron-clad general seemed to have glanced at Xin Gonggong, making a harsh sound like the friction of a hard object.

Wang Zhen bowed and said: "Come back to General Du, this is the man. I hope the general will help you."

The iron helmet of the armored general moved slowly, as if he was nodding in approval: "You are more respectful and have never blasphemed or offended the ghosts and gods. In this case, it can be considered that you are very lucky, and you can get a share of this blessing."

"Ah, thank you so much, General Du!"

Wang Zhen's face was filled with joy, he bowed and bowed, and then pulled Xin Gongping in hand and kept beckoning him to thank him.

Xin Ping was frightened, and although he did not want to worship the ghost, he had no choice but to bow down after his urging.

Iron Helmet turned to Wang Zhen again, green fire and gloomy: "You go ahead and lead the way, don't waste the time."

"Follow the general's orders!"

Wang Zhen hesitated slightly, but looking at the faint green fire under the armored general's helmet, he had no choice but to agree.

Then he pulled Xin Pingping forward.

The Yin soldiers marched again.

Less than a mile northwest of here, there is a temple-like ancestral hall.

In front of the temple stands a stone tablet about one foot high, with iron hooks and several lines of large characters engraved on it.

At the same time that group of strange armored soldiers appeared in the city, the stone tablet glowed with a layer of crystal white light.

The strange armored soldiers moved at a very strange speed, several feet in an instant, but not long after, they had already marched into the alleyway where the temple was located.

A beam of light soars into the sky from the temple!

The stone tablet in front of the door also shines brightly, complementing the light pillar in the temple.

Faintly, the sound of reading seemed to come from the void.

"The practice of moral ethics is the first of the four subjects. Yiwen, who has a master's degree in literature, is the sect of the Bai family..."

"Innate talent, outstanding public loyalty, travels to four dynasties, steadfast and determined..."

From low to high, in an instant, the sound of the book is loud and sonorous like gold and iron.

A mighty aura as deep as the ocean, with the unyielding, steadfast and righteous meaning of a mountain.

"ah!"

As soon as this jade-like white light appeared, Wang Zhen's expression was as horrified as a mortal would see a snake or scorpion.

That gloomy and pale face was even darker, and he took a few steps back hastily.

"Um?!"

The mighty aura made the armored general also let out a sound of surprise.

Five hundred Yin soldiers and Yin horses, illuminated by this white light and washed by their aura, the bursts of black energy disappeared quickly like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Faces appeared in the dark hollows wrapped in pitch-black iron armor.

These faces are all pale and withered skeletons.

"Loyalty and integrity (dang) are exhausted in ministers' festivals, and chastity rules exist in Shangfan..."

"...Death without giving up, observing the festival, is actually still alive..."

The white light is getting brighter and brighter, and the sound of reading is getting louder and louder.

In the sky above the temple, jade-like white light slowly gathered, and the outline of a human figure faintly appeared.

The dark iron armor of Yin Bing Yin Ma seemed to have really turned into snow, melting bit by bit. Although it was very slow, it never stopped for a moment.

Xin Pingping heard the loud sound of reading in his ears, and saw the slowly condensing silhouette of the temple in his eyes, filled with ecstasy.

I didn't dare to shout, but I had already shouted in my heart: Duke Yan Lu! It is Duke Yan Lu who is showing his sage!

As a scholar, how could he not know that this temple is none other than Yan Lugong Temple!

What was being read in the loud voice of the book were the imperial edicts given by the emperors of several dynasties to Duke Yan Lu.

"Haoran is upright!"

The armored general's harsh voice blurted out.

As a ghost general in the underworld, how could he not know.

The great Confucian in the world has no power to tie a chicken with his hands, but only has a majestic energy in his chest. His vastness can correspond to the stars, and his righteous energy can illuminate the sun and the moon.

Even if he dies, he can continue to protect humanity and ward off all evil.

Demons, ghosts and ghosts are the most feared.

And it is precisely in this category.

If he were an ordinary Confucian scholar, he would naturally not be afraid.

But it has heard this name even in the underworld.

He must not be an ordinary person, but a great scholar who is rare in the world!

He is also a great Confucian who is famous for his righteousness and righteousness. The awe-inspiring aura cultivated by these people is like a steel sword or the scorching sun to evil ghosts!

"ah!"

Under the overwhelming righteousness, the armored general also felt a bit of bone-piercing pain.

If he hadn't had the ironclad command, he would have turned around and left long ago.

Under the severe pain, he couldn't help but became furious and yelled: "Wang Zhen! How could this happen?! Let me clear the way for you, how dare you neglect this! I will make you irrecoverable!"

It had no idea that just now Wang Zhen had warned him, but it refused to listen and insisted on moving forward.

"General, General, calm down!"

Wang Zhen's face looked panicked and frightened.

He was like a wax figure at the moment. Under the blazing fire, part of his face had turned into ooze, but it was extremely filthy and smelly.

"I've already made arrangements for my business trip. I want to come... I want to come..."

Wang Zhen endured the pain, but could not say a complete sentence. He was anxious, but suddenly he saw the strong light in the temple dimming, and the silhouette of the figure in the sky suddenly disappeared.
To be continued...