Chapter 1001 The Rhythm of Hell
"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, there is a ghost!"

"The dragon is coming again, Your Majesty..."

It was night time, and the moonlight from the sky sprinkled on the earth, making the world not completely dark.

A figure between illusion and reality was floating in the air.

That figure was a creature with a humanoid outline, but...

It has no head!
The head was held in its hand.

Scarlet blood continued to flow out from the broken wound.

As it moves, a large scarlet mark will strangely appear on the ground.

The head on the palm is very strange. Different from human skulls, it has two dragon horns on its forehead, standing upright towards the sky.

"Emperor Tang!
Give me back my life!

Give me back my life!

You promised to save me, so why did you later rebel against the officials and come to kill me?
Come out, come out!
......"

The head in its hands wailed miserably and heartbreakingly.

The sound was extremely terrifying and horrifying.

When ordinary mortals hear this, they will have a kind of hallucination, awakening the most fearful scene in their hearts.

At the same time, there were gusts of cold wind between heaven and earth, and green ghost lights were floating.
There was chaos in the palace, with palace maids, eunuchs, and guards in a mess.

It’s not that their quality is too low, but that it is beyond their capabilities.

Wang Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the dragon bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and an inexplicable gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Jinghe Dragon King? Haven't I already cooperated with the Buddhist sect in acting?"

Wang Ming was very confused about this matter. After all, according to his memory of the plot of Journey to the West, after a stage was set for Tang Xuanzang and his status was raised, there would be no such troublesome things.

"Emperor Tang, give me back my life~"

Wang Ming's pupils lit up with yellow light, and in an instant the entire Chang'an city came into his field of vision.

This is Wang Ming's analysis of Heimdall's talents in the "Marvel World".

Heimdall relies on the laws of heaven and earth, while Wang Ming relies on his own strength, so he cannot monitor the universe across galaxies like Heimdall does.

The power of the immortal's spiritual consciousness can also detect all the situations in Chang'an City at this time, and the area covered by the spiritual consciousness is even wider.

only……

This is the world of immortals.

Using spiritual sense to explore intelligence will only be discovered by other cultivators.

After all, everyone has spiritual consciousness.

Heimdall's ability is actually a special power of the laws of heaven and earth. Although Wang Ming has not fully understood it, he can still use it.

Without the cultivation level of a Daluo Jinxian, it is impossible to detect Wang Ming's peeping. Even a Daluo Jinxian can only sense it vaguely.

"They haven't left Chang'an yet. What do they want to do?"

Wang Ming became more and more confused.

Wang Ming himself has no intention of causing trouble in this world.

The water in this world is very transparent, but also very deep.

The more transparent it is, the more we know that we have to live in this world in a humiliating way.

There is another crucial point.

That is……

Wang Ming discovered that his dynasty's luck was rapidly decreasing.

Or it could be said that Li Shimin's luck was waning.

Li Shimin's luck was rudely swallowed up by the system, and his own luck has never been full.

If your luck is too low, you will choke to death even if you drink cold water.

The best way to deal with it is to make less trouble.

As long as you don't cause trouble, even if disaster strikes, you will have enough energy to deal with it.

"What are they doing? They're not going to take care of it?"

Wang Ming frowned and thought. He just saw someone from the Buddhist sect, and he had no intention of coming over to deal with the ghost of the Jinghe Dragon King.

Just at this time,

Wang Ming saw that Mu Zha, the Hui'an practitioner beside the Bodhisattva, actually went to see someone.

That person was Wei Zheng, the culprit who caused trouble for Li Shimin.

The Dragon King of Jinghe River came from the Suzaku Gate and came to a place several dozen meters outside the hall where Wang Ming was at the moment.

Just at this time,

Tang Xuanzang brought more than 1,200 monks into the inner city of the imperial palace, chanting Buddhist scriptures aloud.

With the arrival of Tang Sanzang, the ghost of the Jinghe Dragon King stopped and could not continue to move towards Wang Ming.

The sound of chanting became louder and louder, and the spirit of the Dragon King of the Jing River gradually became illusory and could disappear in front of people at any time.

"Ah - Li Shimin, I will come back."

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the next day,
in the hall.

"I must not let the great monk Xuanzang go to the West."

"The ghost of the evil dragon is making such a fuss outside your Majesty's room. It must be killed."

"I think Master Xuanzang should go for a walk! The Buddhist sect just swore that the evil dragon had been solved, but now there is a problem again. We can ask the Taoists to come and try."

Wang Ming, sitting on the large dragon throne on the highest platform, watched the ministers quarreling below with boredom.

He was not unfamiliar with this scene, as it was not his first time as emperor.

Wang Ming is an expert at handling government affairs and has no worries at all.

just,

Such a life is kind of boring.

When you experience the joy of spiritual practice, the so-called power politics will become boring.

To put it bluntly, imperial power is all about balance!
As long as you can create conflicts and mutual distrust among your subordinates, the emperor's authority can be retained.

Therefore, the group of court officials in front of Wang Ming, who were arguing with each other with red faces and not getting along with each other, just showed the power of the original owner, Li Shimin.

If the ministers are harmonious with each other, the leader will panic and it will be easy for his subordinates to undermine his power.

Wang Ming did not have these concerns, because he had already surpassed their level.
At this time, an official from among the civil and military officials came out and said, "Your Majesty, we can only ask Buddhists for help in this matter. Taoists will not pay attention to us."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming moved his gaze towards the person who was speaking and found that it was Wei Zheng, whom Hui'an Xingzhe had met last night.

Wei Zheng is not an ordinary person either. He has the ability to supervise the execution of the Dragon King of Jing River in his sleep. How can he be an ordinary person?

Moreover, how could an ordinary person be commissioned by Heaven to supervise the execution of the Dragon King?
Wang Ming tapped his fingers casually on the armrest and said, "Tell me about it."

Wei Zheng immediately said, "The Dragon King of Jinghe River was sentenced to beheaded by the Emperor of Heaven because he violated the Heavenly Law, but Your Majesty agreed to rescue the Dragon King of Jinghe River. For this reason, most of the Taoist gods..."

Wang Ming understood what Wei Zheng meant when he heard this.

Wei Zheng continued, "I heard from a Buddhist monk last night that the Buddhist sect seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with your majesty's disrespect for Buddhism."

Wang Ming was stunned when he heard this, and then asked, "Disrespectful? Why don't I remember it?"

Wei Zheng calmed himself down and continued, "It seems to mean that the person Your Majesty sent to obtain the scriptures was of too low a status and was too disrespectful to the Buddhas in the West..." Wei Zheng paused and did not continue with the rest of the words.

According to historical records, he was a man who dared to confront Li Shimin, but that doesn't mean he was really a fool.

As for what Wei Zheng had so far found out, Wang Ming knew what was going on. It was clearly the Buddhist monk Hui'an who had taken the initiative to find him and told him his attitude.

Wang Ming now realized what he had overlooked.

In the original plot, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, and Chen Xuanzang became sworn brothers.

"Just for such an empty reputation, the Buddhist sect is going to confront me like this and delay the progress of the journey to obtain the scriptures? Is there something else I don't know about?"

Wang Ming had no objection to Li Shimin having a new brother, Chen Xuanzang.

Wang Ming doesn't care even if he has another wife.

Wang Ming shook his head and said, "Forget it. Since the Buddhas in the Western Heaven feel that I have disrespected them, I will now appoint Xuanzang as their imperial envoy~ Hmm..."

Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling in my heart, and the system in my body vibrated suddenly.

"what happened?"

Wang Ming immediately checked himself.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Ming looked at the world outside the hall and ignored the civil and military officials below.

The reason why the system was shaking was that just as Wang Ming was about to appoint Xuanzang as his younger brother, the dynasty's luck and personal luck on him were rapidly lost.

These things were originally being devoured by the system, but suddenly a diversion appeared and sucked Wang Ming so hard that he staggered.

Wang Ming glanced at the civil and military officials below with an inexplicable look, especially at Wei Zheng, and thought to himself: "This Buddhist journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures actually requires the luck of a human king and a dynasty.

No wonder they would go to such great lengths to kill a Dragon King from the Four Seas Dragon Clan, and obtain Laozi's [Kongtong Seal] to suppress Li Shimin's luck, while also calling on the Ten Kings of Hell to intimidate Li Shimin.

So you are waiting for Li Shimin here!"

For a moment, Wang Ming felt that he was still too pure.

Knowing where the problem lies, I began to think about how to deal with it.

“You absolutely cannot make Chen Xuanzang your younger brother. I don’t care about the luck of the human king, but the system has almost absorbed it. The luck of the dynasty that has been reborn now is not enough for Tang Seng to waste like this.

When the time comes, they will suck away my luck, and I will be hated by heaven and earth and resentful by people.

But this evil dragon ghost must also be dealt with."

Li Shimin was the emperor. Although his luck as a human king was suppressed by the Kongtong Seal, he could not be harmed by just any ghost.

The Dragon King of Jinghe River was able to take away Li Shimin's soul because there was a karmic relationship between Li Shimin and the Dragon King of Jinghe River.

and,

The totem of the human race is the dragon!

"Your Majesty, why do you want to confer the title of Master Xuanzang?"

A eunuch who was writing the imperial edict came over cautiously and asked.

Wang Ming shook his head and said, "I have thought about it. Since the Buddhist sect is unwilling to help, forget it. There is no need to draft an edict."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the ministers looked at each other, somewhat confused.

Wei Zheng stood up and shouted, "Your Majesty, the evil dragon's ghost has been lingering around the palace. The Taoist and Buddhist masters are not taking action. Your Majesty is in danger."

Wang Ming waved his hands and said, "This world doesn't know that only Buddhism and Taoism can exorcise demons and catch ghosts, so what are you afraid of?"

Wei Zheng hesitated for a moment and tentatively guessed, "Your Majesty is not talking about... the demon race!"

Wang Ming said: "Okay, no need to say more, the court is dismissed."

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night!
"Emperor Tang!
Give me back my life!

Give me back my life!

You promised to save me, so why did you later rebel against the officials and come to kill me?
Come out, come out!
......"

The wind was blowing fiercely and the sound of ghosts was echoing in the palace.

The guards held the patients tightly in their hands, and their calves could be clearly seen trembling.

At the door of the most heavily guarded palace, stood these three figures.

Two of the figures were wearing neat armors, one was Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao holding two maces, and the other was Yuchi Gong and Yuchi Jingde holding steel whips.

They are the door gods duo of ancient and modern civilizations.

The bloody evil power unique to military strategists in them radiated in all directions like a furnace.

There is only one way to deal with this bloody evil energy.

kill!
Even the ghost transformed from a dragon was afraid of the bloody evil aura on the two men.

The clothing of those among them was very strange.

It was a man wearing a medieval European-style Gothic costume with metal ornaments, a pointed round hat, and black as the main color.

It exudes an extremely strong sense of darkness and mystery.

"I don't know, Master Fan, what methods do you have to exorcise demons and catch ghosts?" asked Yuchi Jingde.

The Master Fan he mentioned was naturally the clone created by Wang Ming.

The Dragon King of the Jing River must be made to disappear. As long as the Dragon King of the Jing River disappears, if the Buddhist and Taoist sects want to continue to fight for Li Shimin, they must attack indirectly and cannot directly harm him.

"Don't worry, I, Van Helsing, am a professional exorcist."

"Master Fan, I know the predictions of the gods of Buddhism and Taoism. I wonder if there are any gods in your sect?"

"Yes! We believe in Jehovah, God, Ra, Zeus, and Odin."

Anyway, Wang Ming was just talking nonsense. When the Taoists and Buddhists knew about this from some perspective, they would be angry and think that someone had crossed the line and went to the West to kill the European gods, which were still in their infancy.

Wang Ming was not responsible.

How many Westerners were there during the Tang Dynasty?
"Emperor Tang!
Give me back my life!

Give me back my life!

You promised to save me, so why did you later rebel against the officials and come to kill me?
Come out, come out!
......"

The dragon soul of Jinghe Dragon King came with his bloody head.

"Look at my Holy Flame that repels demons!" Van Helsing shouted in his vest.

"Bang!" He suddenly pulled out the revolver from his waist.

"Ah!" A fist-sized hole appeared on the soul body of the Jinghe Dragon King, and negative energy continued to overflow.

"Despicable Li Shimin, not only did you betray me and break your promise, but you also had people ambush and try to kill me. Today I will kill you." The Dragon King of Jinghe River howled miserably.

"This world is really noisy. Let me help you to be liberated." Van Helsing said in vest.

"Master Fan, do you also know the monks' scriptures for the salvation of souls?" Qin Shubao asked curiously.

The silver revolver in Wang Ming's hand emitted a dazzling and sacred white light from the muzzle as the trigger was pulled.

When the bullet entered the body of the Jinghe Dragon King, it was as if it was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid. There was no hissing sound, and its soul was quickly disintegrating.

"I can't just use scriptures to pray for the dead, I can only pray physically."

Yuchi Jingde and Qin Shubao didn't know what physics was, but judging from Wang Ming's actions, they confidently imagined that physics = violence, which meant beating him to death directly.

Uhhh—

"Li Shimin, you despicable villain, I want you to pay with your life, ah——-"

The ghost transformed by the Dragon King of Jinghe River is extremely powerful. Its predecessor was a dragon!

Moreover, it was a pure dragon from the Four Seas Dragon Clan. It knew various spells and had the innate magical powers of the dragon clan. For a moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind was windy, and bloody rain was pouring down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)