Chapter 63 Death Fight
In the mausoleum, the sound of firewood burning and crackling could be heard. The Taoist stood on the high platform, determined to die.

He raised his chin proudly, and the pure Yang scarf on his head fell to the ground. His long hair fell down, mixed with white hair. Unconsciously, the Taoist had aged several years. His originally young face had wrinkles, and there was a sense of erosion between his eyebrows. His temples were gray, and his qi and blood were gradually weakening.

Obviously, the chaotic battle just now had exhausted a lot of his energy. Now he could no longer maintain his youthful state, and showed his original old and frail appearance.

"Military advisor, please take care of yourself." The burly man in a yellow robe and ragged coat walked forward and bowed respectfully to the Taoist. There were many knife marks on his body, and blood seeped through his sturdy body. The two long swords in his hands were broken, and the heavy hammer he originally carried was nowhere to be found.

It can be seen that in the fight with Kui Yuan just now, the yellow-robed strong man did not gain much advantage. Instead, he fell into a passive state and suffered a lot of knife wounds.

He just looked like he didn't care at all, ignoring the wounds on his body. He looked at the Taoist priest with concern, and his expression was somewhat worried.

"It doesn't matter. I have to go through this process anyway." The Taoist smiled calmly.

He looked at the many dead yellow-robed warriors below the stage, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "They are all good men of Taiping, it's a pity that they died here..."

"For the sake of peace, they are willing to die." The yellow-robed man sighed. "But today it has come to this. Military Advisor, should we continue? How about I clear the way for you? Even if I die, I can still ensure your safety."

"Are you safe and sound?" The Taoist glanced at the people below the stage and couldn't help but sneer. "How can we protect ourselves? How many years have we been living in shame? Now that the divine will has appeared, only then can we complete our cause of peace. If we retreat now, it will be difficult to find the divine will even within a hundred years. How long can I wait? I can't wait much longer."

"Life is what I want. Death is also what I want. Wei An, I don't have time anymore..."

"Military advisor." The sturdy man in yellow robe bowed reluctantly.

"Stop talking. If you want to leave, just leave. If I fail, God will take it away. If I succeed, peace can be expected, but it's just a worthless life." The Taoist smiled carefreely, looking into the coffin with a happy expression. Just as he said, having come this far, there is no turning back.

The yellow-robed man also understood the Taoist's thoughts and stopped trying to persuade him. He tore off his clothes and used them as bandages to bind the wound. Looking at the inch-deep wound on his body, he didn't even frown.

"Then I will clear the way for the military advisor to go to the underworld." The yellow-robed man threw away the two swords, tied his belt with his hands, and looked at the crowd of people in the arena with only a fiery fighting spirit in his eyes.

There were only a few people in yellow robes around the platform, and the remaining ten or so people were all injured. But they were just like the strong man, and they did not show any sign of retreat.

"Wei An? Could it be the Baji Wei An who shook the northwest with his fists?" A martial artist who was close to the stage heard the name called out by the old Taoist priest and revealed the origin of the yellow-robed strong man. "He mainly practiced Bajiquan and was once invincible in the northwest. It is said that he committed a murder, and the Qing court sent more than a hundred people but failed to catch him. Later, he disappeared from the martial arts world. Unexpectedly, he actually joined the Taiping remnants."

After just a brief description, Li Daoxuan knew that this sturdy man in yellow robe was a famous figure in the martial arts world.

Wei An, the sturdy man in yellow robe, didn't say anything after hearing these words, but just stood quietly beside the Taoist.

Seeing the Taoist calmly lighting up seven bright lamps, he knew that things had come to the final stage.

"He is stubborn and won't listen to good advice. It is better to use a stick to intimidate him." Some people are already getting impatient and are ready to take action.

If we let the Taoist drag it on any longer, who knows what kind of accident might happen.

Seeing the crowd's indignation, Bai Li smiled and said, "Since the Taoist priest said so, we can't force it. Bai Li came here to borrow something from the coffin. If the Taoist priest doesn't want to, then I can only come and get it myself. Whoever can get the treasure first will get it. We have three rules: no one is allowed to steal it."

"Haha, what White Snake said makes sense. Whoever gets the treasure first will get it."

"We are waiting here for the opening of Dragon Mausoleum, isn't it just for this matter?" "Haha, baby, I'll go get it first!"

Accompanied by laughter, the people who had been waiting impatiently rushed to the platform. The treasure in the golden coffin was so tempting, who wouldn't want to get it first?
The remaining Taiping people had been fighting with Bai Li and others for a long time, and they were already exhausted. However, they were full of energy and spirit, so how could they be worse than them? There were many people who thought so, and they all ran towards the golden coffin excitedly.

Li Daoxuan looked at the scene and to be honest, he was also very excited. After all, the golden coffin was obviously a great thing. Something that could be buried with the Ming crown prince Zhu Biao must be a rare treasure in the world. The Taoist had taken a piece of Phoenix tree before. Although he didn't know what was so great about it, he guessed it was not an ordinary thing based on the way the Taoist couldn't let it go at the beginning.

However, seeing so many people rushing to grab it, Li Daoxuan lost his mind. He found that Bai Li and his group did not rush to grab the golden coffin first, but instead stayed where they were, as if waiting for something.

"It seems that my guess is correct. There is indeed something fishy here. The image is the Qian hexagram, and the arrogant dragon will definitely regret it." Li Daoxuan thought to himself. The Taoist has done a lot along the way. Although one of the five bronze tripods was broken by him, the rest is still intact.

Even during the chaotic battle just now, the Taoist deliberately moved the battlefield away from the high platform and asked the five generals to guard it to prevent anyone from entering and destroying the bronze tripod.

Presumably, this Taoist's back-up plan must be related to this. He needs to take a closer look at the situation.

Hiding in the corner of the tomb, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible. Li Daoxuan watched those wandering people fighting with the yellow-robed people, including other Buddhists and Taoists, and couldn't help but sigh that in fact, people from all walks of life are the same. Who can not be tempted by desire?

"You are quite alert, boy." Li Daoxuan was sighing in his heart when he heard the voice of a young girl in his ears again.

Turning his head, he saw the little girl squatting beside him, looking at him, her big black and white eyes full of curiosity and exploration.

"Aren't you curious about what's in that coffin?" asked the little girl.

"They are all dead people's things, what's there to be curious about?" Li Daoxuan said calmly. "If it is really a good treasure, why are you still talking to me here?"

"You are such a smooth talker indeed." The little girl looked at him with disdain. "I think you don't have the ability to fight for it, so you don't dare to snatch it."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Li Daoxuan felt helpless after hearing her words, and did not argue with the little girl any more. He could see that the little girl was looking for trouble and came to tease him.

Ignoring her, Li Daoxuan looked at the fighting in front of the steps. After all, he was a man of the world, and the means of fighting were all kinds of strange. If you don't get deeply involved, you can learn a lot by watching from the sidelines.

While watching the battle this time, he learned some magical uses of talismans from one of the Taoists.

"What are you looking at?" the little girl asked again.

"I'm watching how the Taoist uses talismans." Li Daoxuan answered casually.

"What's so good about that wild Taoist priest's skills? He's not as good as me." The little girl snorted. "He only has some mediocre skills. If he meets me, I will definitely make him suffer."

"You?" Li Daoxuan looked at the little girl, thinking of the Six Dings and Six Jias Mantra she had performed before. It was a great mantra in the Xuanmen sect, and it was difficult to perform without a high-level Taoist master, without the guidance of a master, and without extraordinary talent or great opportunity. At least Chang Ming Zhenren had practiced Taoism for sixty years, so if he used this technique, it would take some effort, otherwise the Taoist would not have learned such an evil technique as the Five Divine Soldiers.

After all, compared with the six Ding and six Jia generals, the Five Divine Soldiers are still inferior to them. But the advantage is that the Five Divine Generals are easy to raise, and ghosts and spirits can all nourish the Five Divine Generals.

(End of this chapter)