Chapter 120 Wang Zhiyuan's tricks

The sound of thunder continued, and the heavy rain that had stopped for half a day began to pour down again.

Zhao Ji looked at Wang Zhiyuan who was waiting to be summoned by Wu Zetian.

There is no trace of immortal or otherworldly temperament in this person. Instead, his eyes make people feel that he is very scheming.

Zhao Ji had been on duty at Shangyang Palace for some time and had not seen the imperial master many times.

It can be seen that this imperial teacher had actually been marginalized. If he had not encountered the "ghost", it would have taken Wu Zetian an unknown amount of time to remember him.

This time Wang Zhiyuan had a rare opportunity to meet the emperor, so he naturally made careful preparations and dressed himself up from head to toe.

Suddenly, the eunuch announced, "Grandmaster, His Majesty invites you in."

Wang Zhiyuan straightened his Bagua purple gold Taoist robe and walked into the hall with a proper demeanor.

He knelt on both knees and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, your servant Wang Zhiyuan pays homage. Long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty, long, long live His Majesty!"

He was very respectful in his etiquette, without any of the style and airs that many so-called worldly people have.

Wu Zetian lay on her side on the bed and nodded with satisfaction: "No need to be polite, Imperial Master. Please take a seat."

Chunxiang brought a stool that had been prepared long ago, and Wang Zhiyuan sat down on it stiffly.

Wu Zetian looked at Wang Zhiyuan, whom she had not seen for a long time, and said, "Zhiyuan, you are a cultivator. Although you are away from home, I have always relied on you as my confidant, and you have been specially responsible for carrying out confidential tasks for me."

Wang Zhiyuan said solemnly, "This is your majesty's trust in me. I am grateful. Since receiving your majesty's secret order two years ago, I have not dared to slack off in the slightest. I have already led out more than a dozen rebels, both large and small, and eliminated them. I have already made a detailed report."

As he spoke, he took out a memorial from his bosom and prepared to present it.

Wu Zetian waved her hand and said, "I have always known your ability, but I did not summon you here today for this matter."

Wang Zhiyuan was stunned, took back the memorial, and asked puzzledly: "Then your majesty summoned me this time, what important matter do you want to entrust to me?"

Wu Zetian sighed, her face full of sorrow: "In recent days, I have been restless, haunted by nightmares, and even confused and unconscious at times, on the verge of collapse. I can already feel that if this continues, the end will come soon."

Wang Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this: "Why do you say that, Your Majesty?"

Wu Zetian shook her head and was about to explain: "I..."

But Wang Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly rolled back, his throat made a "click" sound, his body kept twitching, and he fell to the ground while spinning around.

This performance startled Wu Zetian so much that she sat up from the bed: "You, what's wrong with you? Quick, someone come!"

Zhao Ji once again led the Qianniu Guards into the hall.

Wu Zetian pointed at Wang Zhiyuan and screamed, "Quick, check what happened to the Imperial Master?"

However, just as Zhao Ji was about to bend over to check, Wang Zhiyuan struggled to stand up on his own.

Wang Zhiyuan seemed to be schizophrenic, as if his body was controlled by someone else, and he staggered to the center of the hall.

He pointed to the sky, his mouth crooked and his eyes squinting: "Your Highness Prince Yong, two ladies, the emperor is here, please leave immediately!"

Wu Zetian looked in the direction Wang Zhiyuan pointed: "You, what are you talking about? Is the ghost here again?"

Wang Zhiyuan's performance was not over yet. He turned around, as if several evil spirits had changed places. "This is the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace, the residence of the emperor. How dare you ghosts trespass! Don't you know that there is a boundary between yin and yang? You dare to cause trouble here. Aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?"

Just as she finished speaking, a deafening thunder was heard outside the palace. Wu Zetian was so frightened that she screamed and fell on the bed with her head in her hands.

Wang Zhiyuan strode to the front of the temple gate, as if those evil spirits were really lingering at the door.

He pointed his finger into the air and shouted angrily: "Three of you, Zhiyuan is mindful of your status when you were alive and does not want to kill you rashly! But please listen to me and leave the palace quickly, otherwise don't blame Zhiyuan for being ruthless!" Everyone in the hall was frightened, only Zhao Ji was admiring Wang Zhiyuan's outstanding performance without props, and he could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

This performance was arranged just right. He first took out the memorial, indicating that he did not know that he entered the palace to exorcise ghosts, and then performed the exorcism before Wu Zetian opened her mouth, making it seem that he could really see ghosts.

The performance without props is at master level, done in one go, and is performed by a top performing artist.

After a lot of trouble, Wang Zhiyuan seemed to have returned to his body and regained control of his body. His expression and movements returned to normal.

As soon as he saw the way the people around him were looking at him, he quickly apologized: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my rude behavior."

Wu Zetian finally found a fellow patient with whom she could communicate. She quickly got up from the bed and walked to Wang Zhiyuan.

She said excitedly: "Zhi, Zhiyuan, what did you see?"

Wang Zhiyuan replied: "Your Majesty, what I saw were all unclean things, so Your Majesty should not ask any more questions."

Wu Zetian stared at Wang Zhiyuan and said, "You saw Li Xian, Queen Wang, and Concubine Xiao Shufei, right?"

Wang Zhiyuan was startled: "How did your Majesty know?"

Wu Zetian looked out of the palace in fear: "Have they left?"

Wang Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes."

Wu Zetian asked anxiously, "Why didn't you perform a great trick to get rid of them just now?"

Wang Zhiyuan sighed, and almost made up a whole set of Xianxia worldviews, such as the Yin and Yang worlds and the Five Thunders Law. In a word, my magic power is not as good as that of ghosts, so I can't drive away ghosts.

Wu Zetian was devastated after hearing this: "Is there no other way? I am old, how can I withstand the fright of such a fierce ghost? You must think of a way!"

Wang Zhiyuan sighed and finally came up with an idea: "My cultivation is shallow and I am powerless. Can you give me a few days to discuss it with my teacher Xuguzi? If we combine our strengths, maybe we can find a solution."

Wu Zetian said helplessly: "Okay, but it must be quick."

Zhao Ji watched from the side and shook his head. Wang Zhiyuan was very good at playing hard to get. If the lightning magic weapon was offered to Wu Zetian voluntarily, Wu Zetian would definitely become suspicious.

But it was very different because Wu Zetian sought help from others and went through great pains to obtain the magic weapon.

The empress was old after all, and was being played around by others. Di Renjie was not the only one who could understand Wu Zetian's mind.
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At the same time, a brutal massacre had just ended in the long-dilapidated Jiang family compound on the west side of Enjizhuang.

On the east wall of the main room, a bleeding eagle has been painted in blood.

The headless general was clumsily picking up each man's head and left arm and tying them to his horses one by one.

Fang Gensheng was a pedestrian who was rushing on his way in the rain. In a hurry to take shelter from the rain, he accidentally stumbled into this courtyard and fell into the main house.

He seemed to touch something soft on his hand. He raised his hand and took a look in the light of lightning. It was covered with blood. The soft thing was a headless corpse.

Fang Gensheng turned his head in horror, only to see a figure in armor slowly walking towards him, holding a strangely shaped weapon in his hand.

Another flash of lightning flashed by, and he could see clearly that it was a headless monster holding two bloody human heads in its hands.

"Ah——" Fang Gensheng screamed and then fainted.

The headless general didn't care about him and just walked away with his head in his hand.

He rode on his huge horse and headed straight for Xilin General Temple. Both sides of the horse's back were filled with heads and severed limbs.

(End of this chapter)