Chapter 44 The Divine Right of Kings

One year later, Yuelu Mountain.

To the west, Yuelu is visible, and to the east, the ancient city is visible.

The location of this mountain is unique. Occasionally, you can see Taoist priests fetching water and chopping wood, or sitting on the top of a stone and breathing.

This is the headquarters of the White Emperor Sect. Except for Li Jianxing, who travels all over the world, the top leaders of the White Emperor Sect are all here.

On the mountainside, Taohua Temple is where the Taoist priest Xie Miao lives.

Squeak!

The door of the temple opened slightly, and a woman walked out with sleepy eyes.

Half a year ago, Xie Miao disbanded the White Lotus Sect and settled here with her followers.

The White Lotus Sect, which lasted for thousands of years, disappeared in the long river of history without bloodshed.

In fact, it was a move to know the times. Xu Yong controlled the south, and the White Lotus Sect must be the target of extermination.

Xie Miao took a large and small bag of sundries and prepared to go to the middle of the mountain to "operate" on Xu Tianshi's zombie.

At this time, a figure ran quickly, and it was obvious that he was wearing a horse armor.

The hurried behavior caught Xie Miao's attention.

Xie Miao followed him, and the disciple stopped in front of Zhang Duxiao, the Heavenly Master.

"The mountain has a letter, in the middle of next month, Yongli will abdicate."

At the same time, a slightly ugly middle-aged man went up the mountain, and greeted Zhang Duxiao. This is Wu Xiong.

"Oh?" Zhang Duxiao raised his eyebrows, is he finally here? He caught a glimpse of Xie Miao from the corner of his eye, "Master Xie, let's report this news to the Heavenly Master together."

"Okay."

Zhang Duxiao said to the disciple who was chopping wood not far away: "Li Changsheng, take the messenger down to rest."

The young man put down his axe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled: "Okay."

This man with a strong bookish air is Li Changsheng of Taiyi Dao.

He wanted to go over and see, but thought about it and gave up, he didn't have the qualifications.

After going through untold hardships to come to this mountain and become an entry-level disciple, he found that he was still far from contacting Xu Xuan.

There are 73 true disciples on the mountain, all of whom are people who take Qi and blood pills, and there are 12 masters at the peak of Qi and blood.

They live around Wangxiang Tower according to their strength and relationship. There is a guard every five steps and a sentry every ten steps. Ordinary disciples and servants can't get through at all.

This makes Li Changsheng more certain that this Xu Tianshi is likely to have no magic, otherwise he wouldn't be so scared.

Zhang Duxiao and his party went to Wangxiang Tower.

On the top of the building, Xu Xuan held a spirit stone and a spirit pill in his mouth, practicing the method of breathing.

With one breath and one breath, the breath is long, and one round trip adds up to a quarter of an hour, which is more and more unlike ordinary people.

The breath is getting clearer and clearer, reflecting that the internal organs are cleaner.

Xu Xuan has not eaten for six days, including a mouthful of water.

There is no feeling of hunger, and there is no grain in the stomach.

This is the method of immortals to practice fasting.

Doing so will speed up the practice of the skills and make it easier to practice the Qingjing Jue.

It can probably last about eight days, and then you can take some water and fruits; in short, don't eat the worldly grains.

The price of doing this is that the speed of spiritual stone consumption will increase.

However, two months ago, Hong Yi handed in another fifty spiritual stones to exchange for talismans and pill recipes, and the current inventory of spiritual stones is still more than 100.

"Meet the Heavenly Master!"

Zhang Duxiao, Wu Xiong, Xie Miao, the three former White Lotus protectors, and five core disciples were paying homage downstairs.

Ding!

Xu Xuan woke up and gently knocked on the yellow bell beside him.

The people downstairs came up.

After many years, the foundation of the White Emperor Sect cannot be underestimated, and it has formed a force that influences one side.

"Meet the Heavenly Master!"

Everyone saluted and came to this place, and they couldn't help feeling solemn and solemn.

"Yongli (Chongzhen's son) is about to abdicate, and the King of Chu wants us to send someone to preside over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky." Zhang Duxiao said.

Wu Xiong stood aside respectfully without saying much.

Although he was the earliest elder, he was not as close as Zhang Duxiao and others in terms of closeness.

The original plan was half a year, but Xu Yong found that there were still many problems, so he delayed it for another half a year. Now everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

Xu Xuan thought about it and said, "I will personally preside over it, and we will set off tomorrow."

Wuchang is not too far from here. As the center of the world, connecting the north and the south, it is also good to use it as the capital.

Xu Xuan went down the mountain for the first time.

This time, Zhang Duxiao led some disciples to stay behind, and the others followed Xu Xuan.

A total of twenty true disciples, led by Xie Miao, all of whom are highly skilled in martial arts and have talismans on their bodies.

In addition, there are 60 ordinary disciples and servants, and Li Changsheng is among them.

The group went to Xu Mansion first.

Xu Mansion.

The huge Xu family became much emptier.

Xu Guangting was lying in the sun. Perhaps because of his good living conditions, he was extremely fat.

The eldest son went to the mountains to practice Taoism, the third son went to build a kingdom, the fourth daughter followed her husband's family, and the children and grandchildren also followed their parents.

Xu Guangting felt a little lonely. He originally stayed here for nostalgia, but after thinking about it, where there are family members is home, so he might as well go to Wuchang.

"Report! The master is here!"

The servants ran over excitedly.

"What?" Xu Guangting sat up suddenly and hurried to the gate, only to see Xu Xuan getting off the carriage.

"Father is fine!" Xu Xuan bowed.

"Haha, I'm glad you're back, I'm glad you're back. Where are you going? Stay for dinner before you go."

"Maybe you want to go with me."

Xu Xuan briefly talked about Xu Yong's affairs.

"Proclaim yourself emperor?"

Xu Guangting's face was complicated, but more joyful. Sure enough, he had come to this point. Wouldn't he become the emperor?

I didn't expect that the old Xu family would also have an emperor. This was something that had never happened before. Who would have thought that a private salt family would actually have an emperor, and more importantly, a god.

It's not enough to describe it as smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb. Even if the ancestor burned it himself, there would be no such opportunity.

Soon, the family packed up and set off.

Changsha is about 500 miles away from Wuchang, which is not too long. This is the core area of ​​the royal power. There are no bandits along the way, which makes the disciples of Baidi Sect a little bored.

Soon, they arrived at Wuchang City.

The family reunited.

"Brother, you are finally here." Xu Yong came forward to greet him, holding a baby in his arms.

"Is this the old forty?"

"No, this is the old forty-seven."

"Okay." Xu Xuan was a little embarrassed.

No outsiders attended the banquet. There were a total of 17 or 18 tables, with a large group of wet nurses, children, and concubines.

Xu Xuan seemed a little weak.

In the past few days, people kept coming to visit, but Xu Xuan didn't see them all. He only saw Chongzhen and his son, who seemed generous.

Ten days later, in the suburbs, the Temple of Heaven.

All the civil and military officials, the Zhu Ming royal family, and the people who were watching, a total of more than 100,000 people.

Xu Yong put on the dragon robe, and the young man beside him was his eldest son Xu Dezhao.

The altar was grand, with incense curling. Xu Xuan put on a golden and purple Taoist robe, a lotus crown on his head, and recited prayers to the heaven.

All of this was prepared by the ritual officer, so Xu Xuan didn't have to think about it.

The ceremony was complicated and tedious.

Some people in the audience were happy, some were melancholy, some were full of hatred, and some were sneaky and wanted to make trouble.

Of course, it was impossible to make trouble on this occasion. In addition to the soldiers who maintained order, there were countless Jinyiwei of the court in the crowd. If they made a slight move, they would be directly pressed down.

Emperor Yongli worshipped the heaven, announced that the Ming Dynasty ended today, and returned the throne to the heaven, etc.…

People of Taiyi and Esoteric Buddhism watched everything coldly.

In the last days of the law, rituals and music collapsed.

There is no destiny, but only a tyrant with strong soldiers and horses.

If they can successfully find the way to immortality, they must create a paradise on earth where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment.

Zhu Ming was defeated, Xu Yong wore the twelve crowns symbolizing the emperor, and the country was named Chang.

At this time, something strange happened.

A strong wind blew, the altar shone with golden light, and flames rose out of thin air, and the flames gathered into a red dragon with five claws and two feet long.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon circled in the sky for several times, baring its fangs and claws, looking down on all living things, and finally disappeared. More than 100,000 people saw this magical scene.

Wow!

The whole audience was in an uproar.