Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Although Yuan Tiangang had no fate to become an immortal, he was indeed a cultivator with some Taoist skills. Even at the end of his life, he should be an old Taoist with white hair and youthful face. It is understandable that he looked haggard because he had been working too hard recently, but why did he look like he was dying?

Everything the other person said and did after they met flashed through her mind like lightning, and she quickly looked at the map pinned by the three-color chess pieces.

Wen Jiao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Yuan Tiangang, tell me honestly, in order to calculate the other important Feng Shui sites, you..." She took another breath and tried her best to suppress the trembling in her voice, "What price did you pay?"

Yuan Tiangang acted so nonchalant just now that she almost forgot that more than ten years ago, in order to find the best feng shui site in the world for Li Shimin, he calculated day and night and exhausted himself because of it.

If this is the case for a lucky grave where an emperor is buried after his death, what about the thirteen feng shui strategic points that determine the fortune of the boundless mountains and rivers?

Facing her sharp gaze, Yuan Tiangang lowered his eyes: "It's only twenty years of life."

There is a price to pay for peeping into the secrets of heaven. If you use it to change something, the price is even higher. Li Jing, the military immortal of this dynasty, was already a general immortal. He fought in many battles and deduced the secrets of heaven many times. Now he is an old man who can hardly go out in the Jingyang Palace.

The price is so high, and sorcerers are obsessed with seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster. It is difficult for them to really pay anything for deduction. But Yuan Tiangang has always been a person who is serious and almost paranoid in his pursuit of the truth. Only in this way can the secrets of heaven be presented to him without reservation.

Twenty years of life!

Wen Jiao took a breath of cold air, her face slightly pale: "Tell me honestly, how much life do you have left!"

Yuan Tiangang did not raise his eyes: "Those who look at others should not look at themselves..."

Wen Jiao interrupted him: "Those are the rules of those mediocre people. How can they restrict you? Tell the truth!"

Yuan Tiangang slowly raised his eyes: "There is still one century left."

Only twelve years.

Wen Jiao was stunned, and her fingers in her sleeves could not help but curl up tightly. Yuan Tiangang stared at her anxiously, and after seeing her look stunned for a while, he lowered his head and put the chess pieces on the map back into the chess box one by one.

"There are many elixirs for longevity in the Tushita Palace of Taishang Laojun. I will try to get one for you." She said in a deep voice.

A look of tenderness appeared in Yuan Tiangang's eyes, but his expression was inexplicably sad. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Wen Jiao concentrated on picking up the chess pieces, not even looking at him, and said, "The future is long and the years are dim, I still want to be with you for a long time until the end of time. You have to take good care of yourself and don't die early."

Yuan Tiangang seemed to be laughing when he heard the voice. A clear and crisp voice came closer to him, and he also leaned over to pick up the chess pieces: "Wen Jiao, do you think there is an eternity in this world?"

Wen Jiao knew what he was hinting at. She wanted to sneer back, but her throat was a little choked, and she couldn't really say anything to refute. She took a deep breath, closed the lid of the chess box, and said firmly: "The great way is to last forever."

Yuan Tiangang gazed at her deeply, and more than ten years passed by. When he first met her, she was a noble lady in the boudoir. When he met her again, she was a brave woman who came to him with all her might. She enlightened his heart and left in the bright sunlight. When they met again, she was like a green willow...

The fingers hidden in his sleeves stroked the turtle shell. He closed his eyes, then opened them again: "Wen Jiao, after meeting me, are you going back to Chang'an?"

Wen Jiao suppressed the sadness in her heart and nodded, "Not only Chang'an, but also Xuanzang and Jizun's place. In addition, there are palaces and temples in Hole Country and Baoxiang Country. I have to settle there."

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said, "Remember to come here to see me in three days. I have a small gift that I have been preparing for a long time."

Chang'an, Xuantian Temple.

Wu Meiniang wore a dark Taoist robe, as dark as ink, without any pattern, just like her bare face. The only bright color on her body was the red jade crown on her head, the beautiful red echoed with her flaming red lips, making her graceful and charming nature shine even more.

She looked at the Taoist sitting opposite her with a headache, frowned and said, "We have checked the procedures of the Earth Sacrifice Ceremony again and again. What else does the Grand Historian want to say?"

The Taoist was Li Chunfeng. Although he was already in his forties, he was still a handsome man with elegant appearance and graceful manners. But in Wu Meiniang's eyes, he was really hateful. When she followed Wen Jiao before, she had a vague feeling that Li Chunfeng didn't like her very much. After he replaced Wen Jiao in charge of the Taoist Scripture Department, the other party's unsuspecting intentions became more and more obvious.

No matter how well she did, Li Chunfeng, the second in command of the Imperial History Bureau, always found fault with her. As time went by, Wu Meiniang became a little angry. Seeing that Li Chunfeng seemed to be looking for trouble again after finishing his official business, her tone was very impolite.

As expected, Li Chunfeng's eyes swept across the jade crown on her head, frowned and said, "Red jade is not easy to come by, and red jade like this crown is even more valuable. I wonder which prince gave it to her?"

A sorcerer like him knew everything, so asking was useless. Wu Meiniang knew she couldn't hide it, and she didn't want to hide it, so she simply answered, "This crown was given to me by the Prince of Jin. He had been taking care of the Queen for a few days and had trouble sleeping due to worry, so he asked me for a calming talisman. He was very satisfied after trying it, so I gave him this reward."

Li Chunfeng's face darkened slightly. "The seal holder of the Daoist Scriptures Department is involved in the fight for the position of tens of thousands of Yunmen Xiazi. Please be clear-minded and upright, and do not be biased in the fight for the position of successor."

Since ancient times, famous Taoist monks have always received donations from high-ranking officials and nobles. The nobles regarded this behavior as fashionable, and if someone gave less, they would feel that they had lost face. If someone gave too much, no matter how valuable the gift was, it would be the same. It was entirely up to their preference and mood to decide which one to take.

When the seal holder of the Daolu Division was still the master, the hairpin he often wore was as green as a lake, which was given by the eldest grandson and uncle; the bracelet he loved the most was extremely exquisite, which was also given by the emperor. According to this extended method, doesn't the master want to help the emperor to restore his position and help the relatives of the emperor to control the government?

Is this ever going to end? Compared to her master, she has clearly tried her best to keep balance!

Anger flashed in Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes. "I have given the same calming talisman to the Crown Prince, the King of Wei, the King of Wu, and several princesses. I treat them all equally, so how can I be biased? Besides, the Crown Prince has been in the East Palace since he was young, who in the world doesn't know that? What's the dispute over the throne? The Grand Historian is confused and speaks wildly, but I dare not listen."

"Besides, the white jade whisk in my hand was given by the crown prince, the jade ring around my waist was given by the king of Wu, and the newly printed scriptures received by all the palaces and temples in the capital were printed with the help of the king of Wei. The chief astronomer did not mention these, but only talked about this jade crown." She finished speaking in one breath, paused, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"The Grand Historian seems to be particularly concerned about the King of Jin."