? After all, this is a world of practice.

The state, court, and local forces are only part of the world, not the whole of the world.

The vassal kings from all over the world entered the capital, watching a big movement.

The monks from all sides were also moved by the wind.

Some want to fish in troubled waters, while others want to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble and seek benefits.

Others simply want to grasp the trend and prepare in advance.

Each party has its own calculations.

The worship arranged by Jingyang Palace in the palace has already caught more than a dozen waves of 'bad guys' who have sneaked into the palace and tried to do something.

It was natural and reasonable. Those with a backstage were let go, and those without a backstage were directly beaten to death.

Jingyang Palace arranges the worship in the palace, and cannot interfere and interfere in any government affairs.

At the same time, the emperor has no command over them.

Their existence is only to maintain the orthodox blood of the royal family, and at the same time prevent some practitioners from manipulating the emperor through improper means.

For various reasons, strictly speaking, these so-called offerings may not be allies to the Emperor Yasukuni.

And in the west city of Kyoto, there is a Fenglai Inn.

This inn is also some years old. The owner of the inn is surnamed Zhou, and people call him Zhou Datou.

For ordinary people, he is just an innkeeper.

At most, he has a quirky temper and is extremely lustful. Although her limbs are incomplete, she prefers little girls between the ages of 16 and 18.

But for those cultivators who have some connections, Zhou Baotou and his Fenglai Inn, in the city of Kyoto, are not too big or not small is a legend.

At least, no matter if you are right or wrong, or what your origins are.

As long as you enter his Fenglai Inn and pay the high room rate and money for wine and meat, you are his customers.

And Zhou Baotou will protect his guests from any harassment.

Therefore, the Fenglai Inn in Zhou Baotou is not only a shelter for some people, but also a distribution center for news.

Here, you can inquire about many secret messages in the practice world and even in the court.

In the lobby of the Fenglai Inn, there were swarms of chasing chips, and there was a buzzing noise.

And a man who acted like a zombie, with a rotten breath all over his body, walked into the inn, staring straight at the shopkeeper who was doing the accounting with all black eyes.

Several shop assistants with strong stature and strong aura gathered around them in a tangled manner.

"Stay in the shop!" The man's blunt voice was as if two iron stones were rubbed together.

As soon as the shopkeeper raised his head, the indifference on his face changed rapidly, revealing a greasy smile: "This guest officer, I'm sorry, the shop is full."

"Of course, if you open the door to do business, the store can't drive customers out. If you have to stay in the store, I have a general store where our own guys live. You can't afford the price."

This kind of abnormal guests, ordinary inns naturally dare not entertain them.

However, Fenglai Inn is not ordinary.

The zombie-like man seemed to come to a certain halt.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand that had rotted out of the bones, and pierced his slightly rotten abdomen with his sharp phalanx, carefully rummaging in his stomach.

Then take half a brick out of it.

The half brick with the stench of blood was gray, and the material didn't look very special.

The shopkeeper squinted for a while, and was about to sneer.

Suddenly, his complexion changed greatly, and he didn't even think it was dirty. He took half a brick from the zombie man's hand.

Then he got into his sleeve and winked at the shop assistant next to him.

The shop assistant introduced the zombie man into the back room.

In less than a night, a very exciting news has spread all over the capital, and with the capital as the core, it is spread to the world. Instantly detonated the passion of practitioners all over the world.

"The mausoleum of King Daoshi has been found, and the clue is in the capital of Yasukuni, and even the entrance to the mausoleum may be in the capital of Yasukuni."

Dao Shi Tianwang is the eighth-level monk who once appeared in this world.

When Feng Linxen chose the planet, he also used his brain.

The peculiarities of the world make even an eighth-level cultivator experience the day when his lifespan will be exhausted and he will go to annihilation.

So basically, monks who have reached the seventh or eighth level will build a mausoleum for themselves before they die.

Some are to leave a legacy.

Some of them are for the purpose of setting up the backhand, looking forward to the opportunity to break the fate and live another life.

There are some... just out of bad taste, want to leave something to cheat people.

The zombie-like man was a puppet controlled by Feng Linwen.

The news was released by Feng Linwen.

The clues were also forged by Feng Linwan.

The entry of many vassal kings of the Jingguo into the capital is a major event that has spread all over the world and is eye-catching.

To divert attention, cover it up with a bigger, more inspiring message.

It has to be so.

After all, this world is not an era of universal entertainment. Finding a few actors to hype up scandals can divert the attention of most people.

With Feng Lin's ability, it was a little difficult for him to really find the tomb of Dao Shi Tianwang.

But forging half a brick is not difficult.

Fenglai Inn has become the target of public criticism at this time.

And about fifty meters below the ground of Fenglai Inn, there is another huge secret room.

In the secret room, Zhou, who is blind with one leg and blind, holds half a brick in his head and is meditating.

"Things are real, and the powerful charm still left at the fracture can't deceive people. If this world, who else can leave such a charm. Then there must be only the Dao Shi Tianwang, but this matter is a fraud. !" Zhou headed and said.

There was a gloomy wind, and the candle light flickered and stretched, suddenly turning a pale green.

A person like a ghostly shadow, standing in a dark corner.

Half-life and half-dead Jie Wanchun, a legendary side-door cultivator.

Some people say that he lived for a thousand years by half-life and half-dead.

A famous old monster.

"Someone wants to use us to attract attention. I have seen that living corpse, it's just a puppet." Xie Wanchun said.

Zhou nodded his head: "Anyone who can do such a thing, except the little emperor who is like an ant on a hot pot now, doesn't think about it. It's just that the little emperor himself has no such ability, it should be the monk Yifan beside him. Get started."

"It is rumored that Monk Yifan is the illegitimate son of the former leader of the Tianzhu Cult. In his capacity, it would not be surprising if he learned about the tomb of some Daoshi Tianwang."

"Then why didn't he find the mausoleum himself, but paid such a high price for the family affairs of a mere mortal emperor?" Xie Wanchun asked again.

Zhou played with the bricks~lightnovelpub.net~ and sighed: "Then he can only ask himself."

"The question now is that the bricks are real, which means the mausoleum is real. And the news has been leaked, what should we do with ourselves."

hand over?

Whether it is Zhou Batou or Xie Wanchun, of course they are reluctant.

But if they don't hand them over, they will become the target of everyone's attack.

What's more, they have a special purpose in opening such a special inn in Kyoto. At this time, it is close to success, but I am not willing to leave.

It was precisely because Feng Linwan saw this that he took them as targets.

If the half of the brick was given to someone else, that person would take the thing, and immediately fled thousands of miles away, hiding.

Wasn't that Feng Lin night's arrangement blind?