Fantasy Dimension Plunder

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"I'll contact the people from the Holy Gate to prepare!" After speaking, Zhu Yuyan turned her head and walked out of Beiminglei's room.

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Half a month later, Li Yuan and Yang Su came to the city of Chang'an with 5000 troops. Bei Minglei and Yang Lin had been waiting at the top of the city for a long time.

Bei Minglei and Yang Lin stood at the top of the city and looked into the distance. They found that Li Yuan's 5000 troops were all wrapped in plain clothes, each of them was wearing filial piety, and they were playing dirge music along the way. The central part of the army was the densest.

Li Yuan and Yang Su also saw Bei Minglei and Yang Lin on the top of the wall at the same time. Li Yuan showed a happy expression, but Yang Su's eyes were deep when he saw Bei Minglei.

Li Yuan didn't care about others, he kicked the horse's belly with both feet, and rushed towards Chang'an city, exactly towards Beiminglei.

"Yuanba!" Li Yuan happily waved to Bei Minglei on the top of the wall, but what greeted him was Bei Minglei's cold stare.

"Ugh!" Li Yuan reined in the reins, only to realize that the atmosphere in Chang'an City was not right. Seeing the reinforcements coming from Yang Lin, Yang Lin did not open the city gate to welcome them.

"Tang Guogong, where is Your Majesty?" Yang Lin yelled at Li Yuan not far from the city, even Yang Su who was a mile away could hear his anger.

Li Yuan sat on the horse and lowered his head, with a sad expression, and then replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty was assassinated, and the body is now in the army."

Although Li Yuan spoke in a low voice, Yang Lin and Bei Minglei's cultivation could hear him.

"Tang Guogong, please let the army retreat for a mile, and you and the prime minister will personally send His Majesty into the city."

Li Yuan knew that Yang Lin suspected that he had killed Yang Guang, but he was not afraid of the shadow, so he did exactly what Yang Lin said.

As for Yang Su, although he had evil intentions, he did not show his face, and accompanied Li Yuan to escort Yang Guang's coffin into Chang'an City.

Because the march was in a hurry, Li Yuan only found an ordinary coffin to store Yang Guang's body, and then found a piece of yellow cloth to cover the coffin to show his dignity.

Yang Lin solemnly took Bei Minglei and his men to greet Yang Guang's coffin.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing the coffin entering the city, Yang Lin quickly rushed to the coffin, lying on the coffin, weeping sadly, maybe now only Yang Lin is truly sad for Yang Guang's death.

Bei Minglei has been watching with cold eyes, checking the faces of Yang Su and Li Yuan, but Yang Su's acting skills are very good, successfully expressing the mood of a courtier who lost his lord.

On the contrary, Li Yuan is much simpler. He is not sad about Yang Guang's death, but he has to pretend to be sad. Unfortunately, his acting skills are not as good as Yang Su's, and it is easy for people to see his flaws.

Bei Minglei could even see the ginger hidden in the palm of Li Yuan's right hand. Whenever he wiped his eyes with his right hand, he would shed a lot of tears.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is guilty, causing you to be harmed by villains!"

While crying, Yang Lin wanted to open the coffin to see Yang Guang for the last time, but Yang Su hurriedly stopped him:

"King of the mountain, please do not open the coffin!" Yang Su grabbed Yang Lin's hand and explained: "Your Majesty's body has begun to rot now, so it is not appropriate to open the coffin again!"

"Bastard!" Yang Lin shook Yang Su's hand away with his right hand: "How dare you stop me from seeing His Majesty for the last time!"

Yang Lin quickly pushed open the coffin lid with his left hand, the coffin nails couldn't bear Yang Lin's palm strength, and they were broken in an instant. Yang Lin opened the coffin smoothly, and the stench came oncoming.

"Hmm!" Yang Lin covered his nose, resisting the discomfort, approached the coffin and looked inside, and then saw a corpse that had begun to rot and could not be seen clearly.

The corpse showed symptoms of severe decay and gave off a stench, but Yang Lin could still vaguely recognize him as Yang Guang from his body shape.

Bei Minglei also approached the coffin, glanced at the corpse, and then asked Yang Su:

"Calculating the time, His Majesty died within half a month, why did the body rot so far?"

"We are also very surprised about this matter. Since His Majesty passed away, the Prime Minister and I have been very careful to preserve His Majesty's body, but the body is still gradually rotting, as if some force is corroding the body." Li Yuan explained.

Bei Minglei looked at Li Yuan's face seriously, and after making sure that he was not lying, he glanced at Yang Su again, rubbed his chin, thoughtful.

Yang Su seemed to sense Bei Minglei's gaze, and immediately came to Yang Lin's side and said:

"Your Majesty has a new funeral, the country has no king, and a new king is urgently needed to take the throne. The backer king is now the sole heir to the royal family. Please ascend the throne as emperor immediately."

"Your Majesty's bones are still cold, Duke Chu wants to establish a new emperor, is that why you want to get the power of Conglong?" Yang Lin widened his eyes and said angrily.

"My lord misunderstood, the old emperors of the past dynasties are mourning, and the new emperor must ascend the throne immediately to avoid problems in the transfer of power. Yang is just following the ancient calendar!" Yang Su seemed to speak in a hurry, but in fact he was very logical.

"I don't care about these things, I must bury His Majesty first, and then talk about establishing a new emperor."

Seeing Yang Lin's insistence, Yang Su didn't persuade him much.

"Welcome Your Majesty into the Chang'an Palace!" Yang Lin cried out in pain, and he personally brought Yang Guang's body into the palace for placement, and the others could only slowly follow behind.

Bei Minglei deliberately slowed down, dragged Li Yuan to the back, and asked him about Yang Guang's death.

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Three days later, Yang Lin chose an auspicious day and held a grand funeral for Yang Guang. All the surviving civil and military officials had to attend, and Yang Su was no exception.

When Yang Guang's coffin was sent to the mausoleum, Yang Su was obviously relieved, but Bei Minglei saw it in his eyes.

The funeral process was cumbersome, Bei Minglei did not attend the whole process, and left halfway through, heading to the Jingnian Temple on the edge of Chang'an City.

"Jing Nian Temple" was originally settled in Luoyang, the capital of the emperor, but after finding that Luoyang was unstable, it moved to Chang'an.

Bei Minglei had long wanted to go to the "Jingnian Temple" to find Kong to settle the score, but he lost [-]% of his essence in exchange for the "immortal stone", so he has been recovering during this period of time, so he delayed the matter.

"Jingnian Temple" is located on the edge of the southern city of Chang'an City, covering a vast area, with majestic buildings, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims every day. Before Bei Minglei arrived, he could smell a strong scent of sandalwood.

When Bei Minglei walked to the gate of "Jing Nian Chan Yuan", he found that the Zen monastery was surprisingly deserted today. Not only were there no believers coming in and out, but there was no one around, only a middle-aged monk, sweeping fallen leaves.

The sweeping monk is about forty, but he has not been shaved. He has half black and half white long hair on his head, obviously he is practicing with his hair.

It was the monk's appearance that made Bei Minglei pay more attention. Bei Minglei had also seen many handsome men, such as Song Que and Xu Ziling, but they were far from being able to compare with this sweeping monk.

The monk's skin is so good that Bei Minglei is a little jealous.

Bei Minglei stepped forward, and suddenly stopped when he was one foot away from the sweeping monk. The two met unexpectedly, and their eyes met, and sparks seemed to ignite in the air.

"The number one master of the demon sect, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, how could he condescend to sweep the floor in the Jingnian Temple?"

Hearing Bei Minglei's words, the sweeping monk smiled slightly, dragged the broom with both hands, and handed it to Bei Minglei.

"Benefactor Feng, how dare you take my broom!"

"Why don't you dare!" Bei Minglei took the broom and stood in front of him.

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Bei Minglei walked into the "Jing Nian Temple" with an old broom, seeing that Kong and Shi Feixuan were at a loss.

"Benefactor Feng came to my Meditation Temple with a broom, what's the matter!"

Bei Minglei smiled and handed the broom to Kong, saying: "I met the evil king at the door, he gave it to me!"

Liao Kong and Shi Feixuan turned pale, and at the same time understood Shi Zhixuan's meaning.