The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 59 From Fake to Real (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

Hei Feng was so angry he gritted his teeth.

He could clearly feel that his gourd had changed.

That gourd originally had some connection with him, but some damned bastard stuffed it with hundreds of years' worth of mortal fortune!
Hundreds of years!

That's good, the worldly atmosphere is full of human scents, which have diluted his trace of magic treasures. The reason why the worldly atmosphere is most likely to pollute magic treasures is because there are too many distracting thoughts, which reduce the proportion of one's own imprint.

This is my gourd!

After I killed that Taoist priest, I burned down his temple and wiped out his followers.

A gourd that has been nurtured for a hundred years!

mine!

Now, it has been taken away, not only taken away, but even the traces he left behind have been completely wiped out. If it weren't for the fact that his physical body is gone, he would be crying right now.

Now, holding the treasure bestowed upon him by the Master of Qingming, which had immobilized his soul and allowed him to sense his own treasure, Hei Feng felt a surge of murderous intent. He felt that the reason he had fallen to such a state was entirely Zhou Yan's fault.

If Zhou Yan hadn't killed Wang Chun and the tiger demon...

He wouldn't want to collect anything to report back.

If he hadn't wanted to collect some tiger remains to report back, he wouldn't have encountered that group of Tang soldiers, wouldn't have been surrounded and killed by these armored elites, and wouldn't have died a miserable death on the spot. Even his soul was summoned back by the Master of Qingming.

Now, consumed by hatred, he only wants to devour Zhou Yan's soul whole.

Then, by possessing his body, killing all his relatives and friends, he could finally vent his anger. Just as he was about to follow the path, he heard a shout from behind: "Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

Hei Feng turned around and saw a young man dressed as a scholar catching up quickly. It was Zhu Zicheng, the godson of the third aunt of the Weaver Girl. Zhu Zicheng had heard about the eighth lineage and the Kunlun treasure from the Qingming Workshop Master, and his mind was shaken.

I excused myself early and told my godmother the news.

Seeing Hei Feng rushing out of the Qingmingfangzhu's treasury, she had a slight thought and stopped him.

That Weaver Girl was also a powerful demon with unfathomable cultivation, and Black Wind dared not provoke her. So he quickly returned the greeting and said, "It is Young Master Zhu Zicheng."

He cursed inwardly.

In order to break through his cultivation, he recognized his godmother and ostensibly became her godson, but in reality, he was a bed bug crawling in her bed. He wasn't afraid that one day, after the Weaver Girl had finished with him, she would eat him on the spot.

After all, that guy's true form is...

Then he thought, the Weaver Girl is plump and very beautiful and charming.

If it brings me some relief, even death would be worth it.

This monster is vulgar. Even after becoming a spirit, its nature hasn't changed. However, it has been learning to be human for a long time, so it still behaves obediently on the surface.

Zhu Zicheng said with refined manner, "I see that the Nine Provinces Inspector is in a hurry. Is he going to find that thief who stole the position of the Mountain Lord of Wuyin Peak in Zhongnan Mountain?"

Black Wind cursed angrily, "Isn't that the very thief who deserves to be torn to pieces!"

Zhu Zicheng listened to Hei Feng's furious rant with a refined smile, but in his heart he felt that although Qingming Fangzhu was incomparably beautiful, the monsters under her command were rather mixed in quality. What a pity.

On the surface, he appeared quite agreeable, but then changed the subject, saying:
"However, that is, after all, Zhongnan Mountain. Among the ten ancestral mountains in the world, it is a sacred mountain of Taoism. One is the main peak of Kunlun, and the other is the Taibai Peak of Zhongnan. Back then, Sima Chengzhen lived in seclusion here."

"Even if Wuyin Peak is just a peak in a branch of Zhongnan Mountain, it still has profound significance."

"Moreover, the Duke of Mount Tai suppresses the netherworld, and the mountain god originally had the authority to suppress the netherworld."

"The patrolling envoy has no physical body, relying only on his soul. Isn't it a bit difficult for him to possess a mountain god?"

Black Wind said smugly, "If we rely on me alone, it will definitely be difficult, but I have the treasure bestowed upon me by the shop master, so it should be fine!"

Zhu Zicheng asked, "Oh? What treasure?"

"I wonder if the envoy would be so kind as to allow me to broaden my horizons?"

Black Wind thought for a moment, then gestured with his right hand, holding up a small seal. The seal slowly rotated, and Black Wind said smugly, "The path that person took was nothing more than the one used by human dynasties to bestow titles upon mountain lords and demons."

"It's the stuff that Wang Chun craves, but the taste is off and the methods are impure."

"As long as there is some kind of human-powered tool, it can completely suppress the methods of the officially appointed mountain god."

Zhu Zicheng's eyes darted around, and while he appeared to admire him, he added, "But what if this kid is the spirit of the mountain? Ordinary human artifacts can't suppress this mountain spirit."

Black Wind became even more smug: "That's for sure."

"But what if it were the emperor's seal in my possession?"

Zhu Zicheng exclaimed in astonishment, "What?"

Black Wind said smugly, "Look, this is the seal of the Commander of Yongming Town."

"It is the seal of Xiao Changmao. This man was the grandson of Xiao Daocheng, the founding emperor of the Southern Qi Dynasty. Although he was poisoned and died at the age of thirty-six, his son later became emperor and still honored him as emperor. His seal can be considered an imperial artifact."

Zhu Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief, offered a few words of flattery, but remained wary inwardly.

Although he was a short-lived person from the Northern and Southern Dynasties period in the Central Plains who died before even ascending the throne, he was still considered a human being. Where did the Master of Qingming get this treasure? Zhu Zicheng felt increasingly wary of the Master of Qingming while smiling:
"However, this is using the seal of the previous dynasty to suppress the gods of the present."

"Can it really work?"

Black Wind said, "No matter what, it's still the Emperor's Seal, sealing away a wisp of fortune. Although there are many such treasures in the Master's treasury, a little demon like me doesn't have that kind of luck. I lent this seal to stabilize my soul and destroy that little thief, and I still have to return it." Zhu Zicheng understood.

This item was something that Qingming Fangzhu possessed, but would never bestow upon casually; it was one of his personal collections.

Zhu Zicheng said, "It's not that I don't trust this treasure, nor that I don't trust you. However, it's hard to guarantee that the kid doesn't have any backup plans. If the patrol envoy trusts me, why not share a wisp of my aura with me, and I'll take another route?"

"Let's go kill this kid together."

Black Wind said, "This..."

Zhu Zicheng said, "Let's make this a good deed, and I'll lend this item to you." He took out an object that emitted a precious light and presented it, saying, "This is a human face woven by my mother from spider silk. As long as you wear it, you will have the ability to transform."

"With a single turn of his magic, he can transform into an old woman or a child."

"Not to mention the mortal eye, even the Xuan Guan (a high-ranking official) cannot see the problem."

"With this treasure, taking down that kid will be a piece of cake, won't it?"

"Besides, as you just said, that kid was chasing after Wang Chun to slay demons and monsters. Judging from that, he's probably not the kind of foolish knight-errant, you know? That kind of knight-errant is too easy to kill."

Black Wind was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"He also has a blind, one-armed person as a burden!"

"Thanks, my good brother!"

Hei Feng quickly put away the treasure, separated a wisp of his own gourd's aura from the seal and gave it to Zhu Zicheng, then rode a gust of wind and flew away. Zhu Zicheng put the item away, his eyes flashing.

"The Eighth Dharma Lineage..."

His mind raced.

“Recently, my godmother has been draining my marrow, and if this continues, I’m bound to have my lungs and entrails torn out by that great demon to eat with wine. This boy is good-looking and has delicate skin, so my godmother will definitely like him.”

"Besides, she's lived for so many years, what kind of beauty hasn't she seen?"

"How can having sex with a demon compare to the thrill of being with a mountain god?"

"My godmother was overjoyed."

"They will let me go, and that will give me a chance to escape. Besides, having this precious news is quite an opportunity."

His mind raced, and with a turn of his body, he vanished. From the other side, following the aura of the two magic gourds, he also went after them.

Earlier, in Chang'an City, at the residence of the Prince of Guangping.

Li Zhiwei prepared to keep her promise to Zhou Yan. On the surface, she showed no sign of having any problems. She sent someone to find the musician, saying that she wanted to continue listening to Zhou Yan's story. She herself said that she planned to paint a picture and go back to look for something.

Li Zhiwei cleverly found the imperial edict that had conferred upon her the title of princess years ago.

Go back inside and close the door.

She was very nervous; her heart was pounding.

The girl held the imperial edict to her heart, feeling fear, but also longing for the woman who had pushed her away, and an obsession with not believing she was dead.

Mother...

The girl exhaled, her eyes regaining their composure.

She spread the scroll of imperial edicts that she owned on her desk.

Slowly unfolding, one can see the cloud patterns, silk brocade, jade as the axis, and the clear imperial seal. In fact, this imperial seal is the seal of the sage who led the Tang Dynasty to its peak.

Li Zhiwei exhaled and picked up his pen to write on the imperial edict.

fake?

Then, the solution is to turn the false into the true.

This was a huge risk for her, but it had little impact on Zhou Yan.

After all, she was in Chang'an, while Zhou Yan was in the world.

But if she wants to find her mother, she needs the trust of someone like Zhou Yan who is active outside. And if she wants the other party's trust, she must first give up her own trust.

Li Zhiwei thought to herself.

Let's become accomplices.

Zhou Yan.

Even if it was a later addition, it was still drawn on a genuine imperial edict in the capacity of a member of the royal family. The girl exhaled and whispered:

"Yunxiu'er, Yunxiu'er, you can do it."

His trembling hands steadied as he wrote, and the handwriting on the brush was exactly the same as the words on the imperial edict.

And it is said—

"Imperial edict to the mountain god!"

(End of this chapter)