Space Cultivation: Rebirth Against the Little Orphan Girl

Chapter 507
Meng Zhonglun looked at the top of the Tianqing Palace, the black mist that almost turned into substance, and almost no dragon aura, and frowned, he really guessed it right.

The aging emperor in the palace is celebrating his rejuvenation, and he is even more responsive to the new national teacher at the side.

"Your Majesty, because of performing the rejuvenation technique for you, I have lost a lot of my skills. This time I need to cultivate for a long time."

The pale face of the national teacher showed that he was weak after casting the spell, but if there is a Taoist here, he can find that the cultivation base of this son's Jindan late stage is in jeopardy, and there are signs of falling at any time, and there is a layer of death around his body.

"The national teacher has used his great supernatural powers for me, so naturally I have to rest well. If you have any requirements, you can just ask them."

After hearing this, the corner of the national teacher's mouth finally raised an arc, revealing his thick white teeth, then coughed lightly, and said:

"I cast a spell to borrow my life from the heavens, so that the emperor can return to his youth, so I have to pay back my vows to the heavens. You can prepare a hundred people for me to complete the ceremony of offering sacrifices and fulfilling the vows with me."

When the emperor heard it, it was not difficult. A hundred people was not a requirement for him at all. As long as he gave an order, more people would come to fulfill his wish.

"Your Majesty, these hundred people still have some requirements. Only those who have been blessed by the heavens can fulfill your vows on your behalf."

As he said that, he took out a crystal clear ball from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the guard at the side.

"Your Majesty, when selecting a candidate, you can let someone touch this bead with your hand. Only the person who changes the color of this bead can participate in the worship for you and fulfill your wish to heaven."

With a big wave of his hand, the emperor accepted what the national teacher said, immediately issued a notice, and began to call for worshippers.

Meng Zhonglun mixed in the crowd, saw the announcement issued by the emperor, and the discussions of some people nearby, and then some people went to the outer courtyard of the palace to line up, preparing to participate in the selection, and it was an honor to be able to pay homage to the emperor, the people in line Among them, there are many disciples of officials and eunuchs.

Of course, some people took a wait-and-see attitude and did not come forward to join in the fun. A man holding a fortune-telling banner did not step forward, and even counted from the sidelines, but the speed of his fingers became slower and slower, and finally there were bloodstains Spilled from the corner of the mouth.

Meng Zhonglun raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and pressed down the opponent's hand, and stroked the opponent's back with the other hand, absorbing a trace of spiritual energy, alleviating the internal injury of the opponent after being backlashed.

"Brother, your calculation for me last time was inaccurate. I'm looking for you everywhere!"

The fortune-teller couldn't break free from Meng Zhonglun's grip, and was taken to a side alley. The people around thought that the fortune-teller had missed his hand, and they didn't care that he had come to him.

Meng Zhonglun who entered the dark alley let go of his hand, and the fortune teller knelt down directly:
"Greetings to the Immortal Elder, I have followed that troublesome thing all the way to the imperial city in Xiamu Chushi. I beg you to take the other party away!"

"How do you know I can help you?" Meng Zhonglun asked.

"Your Excellency is a person of great cultivation, who can instantly alleviate my backlash. Only immortals have this kind of ability."

"Tell me what you found."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, Mu Chushi told Meng Zhonglun the whole story. It turned out that he was a wandering magician who made a living by telling fortunes and writing words for people. Life.

The host was enthusiastic, so Mu Chushi drank two more glasses, and returned to his temporary accommodation very late. He slept in the woodcutter's cabin by the mountain for a day and a night, and only got up at noon the next day. Send approval.

As a result, after entering the town, he found that the whole town was dead silent and empty. He went straight to the house and found that it was the same. He did not give up and searched everywhere. Finally, he found a black hole in the backyard of the town's ancestral hall.

The edge of the broken black hole was covered with blood, almost slipped him, and the approval letter in his arms also fell out. Looking at the birth date at this time, it was a tragic death.

"Why didn't you report to the official?"

"I reported it, but the officials couldn't find out, and even invited a mage to save me, but all the mages vomited blood on the spot, and no one dared to take up the ritual after that."

"How did you get here?"

"I make a living by fortune-telling. As long as there is a sudden change in fate, I can calculate it, but it will also damage my life span."

When Mu Chushi said this, he took off the hat on his head, only to see that his hair was already half white.

The reason why Meng Zhonglun made the move just now was because he found out that the other party's calculation method belonged to Taoist cultivators, and there was no evil spirit, but at the same time as the calculation, his lifespan was actually decreasing rapidly. Shihui vomited blood and died on the spot.

"You are very good!"

Meng Zhonglun said, and then said to Mu Chushi:

"Show me your track record."

Mu Chushi swiftly took out a thin booklet from his pocket, held it over his head with both hands, and handed it to Meng Zhonglun.

After Meng Zhonglun took it, he swept his consciousness and wrote down all the contents, then returned the original booklet to Mu Chushi, and asked casually:
"What are you going to do here?"

"The villain has no ability. I don't know what to do. I only have a talisman left by my ancestors. I don't know if I can reinjure that evil thing."

As he said that, Mu Chushi took out a talisman from his bosom. Meng Zhonglun glanced at it and found that it was a defensive talisman, which could block the blow of a Jindan cultivator.

The moment the spiritual power entered the body, Mu Chushi's half-white hair was restored to black, and then the spiritual power entered the body along the meridians to repair his damage, so that his lifespan would not end immediately.

"The clues you provided are very useful, but your talisman cannot be used for the task. You leave the imperial city first, and I will take care of the rest."

"Yes, Immortal Elder!"

When Mu Chushi knelt down and raised his head, there was no shadow of the fairy elder in front of him, and Chu Shi recalled it, and found that he couldn't remember the other person's appearance, but he was secretly happy, this fairy elder was Those with real skills will be able to destroy that troublesome thing.

Based on Mu Chushi's narration, Meng Zhonglun already had a rough guess in his mind. The route this thing took seemed to be extending from the realm of comprehension, and it was very likely to be a "blood bag".

He was going to explore the imperial city, and after confirming the specific location, he summoned the Law Enforcement Hall.

This place is located in the imperial city, with a large population, no more than in the realm of comprehension. If there is a little carelessness, the other party will drag the mortals from the entire imperial city to be buried with them, and their actions will fail.

Here Jianwu has entered the mortal world with the monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect. After taking off the flying boat, everyone changed their luggage, divided into ten directions, and rushed away.

Jianwu chose a direction that no one else was going, quickly escaped into the mountains, and headed for the nearest village.

Tianqing Palace

Like a cloud of green smoke, Meng Zhonglun floated into the inner courtyard of the palace, following the black gauze seen in his amber eyes, he walked all the way deep into the palace.

On the way, he saw the Jindan monk dressed as a national teacher. Meng Zhonglun did not disturb him, but fell far behind him. An evil spirit continued the other party's decaying life.

The national teacher, who was walking slowly, suddenly smiled, pushed open a palace door, and walked in.

For a long time, the lights in the hall were not turned on, Meng Zhonglun frowned, and cautiously entered through the hall door.

'not good! Meng Zhonglun was startled, and immediately left the spot, but unfortunately he was a step too late, and was dragged into the hall by a long brown rope.

(End of this chapter)