Floating clouds

Chapter 62 Golden Dragon

The window is facing the palace.

The huge carved beams and painted buildings of the imperial palace are grand and majestic. A huge golden dragon hovers lazily above the imperial palace. The raindrops hit it, and every scale shines with golden light, protecting the dynasty.

He thought for a long time before he vaguely remembered that this golden dragon was very similar to the golden dragon that protected Mu Zheng's body.

Could this be Yao Yiyi's 'Little Golden Dragon' that Li Dai mentioned.

This size can't tell where it's small.

Jin Long seemed to notice his gaze, looked up at him, and snorted.

For a while, the wind and rain became more intense, and the clouds pressed darkly to the ground, and a bigger rainstorm was coming.

Lin Xinglu paid the specially exchanged pieces of silver, and walked into the rain.

Jinlong looked at Lin Xinglu who suddenly appeared in front of it, laid his head on the glazed tile indifferently, and looked at him lazily.

"Do you know Li Dai?" Lin Xinglu hid his figure so that the people in the city could not see him, and put the umbrella in his hand, dripping water.

"Isn't he dead yet?" Jin Long yawned, barely a little curious about the life in front of him.

"Dead." Lin Xinglu knelt down and looked into Jinlong's eyes.

It's really similar, it's almost the same golden dragon that protects Mu Zheng's body, even the position of the dragon's horn is exactly the same.

"Good to die."

"He asked me to come and see you before he died."

"Humph!"

Jinlong sprayed out a cloud of mist and shook his head to express his ignorance.

"He was buried with Yao Yiyi." Lin Xinglu continued.

He always felt that his memory was getting worse and worse, so he simply told the relevant people what happened to him.

Let them cherish and remember, it is better than being forgotten.

"This bastard dares to be buried with Yiyi. Where is it? I'll dig it out for him when I have time, hmph." Jinlong spewed out another cloud, but this time he was obviously angry.

"In Wanxueyuan, Yao Yiyi erected a monument with the names of the two of them engraved on it."

"This bastard is sure Yiyi is soft-hearted." Jin Long expressed his anger again.

"I have something to ask you." Lin Xinglu said.

Jinlong looked at him, and on each scale was written 'For the sake of your news, hurry up, my patience is limited'.

"Mu Zhengmu, the head of Fuyunxu, has a body-protecting golden dragon on his body, do you know him?"

"Oh, who are you? That golden dragon is one of mine." The golden dragon said disapprovingly.

"□□?"

"Well, I asked him to do something, but he opened his mouth like a lion, so I had to reluctantly give it."

Lin Xinglu knew that it was really painful.

Creating a distraction is tantamount to cutting off part of one's own soul, not only will one suffer unimaginable pain, but more importantly, the Dao of Heaven will send down a catastrophe as punishment.

"You asked him to do something?"

Even though the golden dragon was once the spirit beast of the ancient monks, it was still a divine beast, and it was born as a god, so what else could I ask Mu Zheng for.

"Well, 200 years ago, I accidentally exposed my real body, and a brat in the palace saw it and stalked me. The prince with the dragon spirit was not him, but I made him the emperor, and he did it. The emperor was afraid of me, and found a lot of Taoist priests to kill me. I am the guardian, and I can't kill him. It happened that Mu Zheng traveled here, so I asked him to help me drive the monsters across the sea. He killed."

Jin Long understated it, but what he described was a tragic massacre 200 years ago.

Lin Xinglu was stunned for a moment.

It turned out that the master of Tianji Peak was just incidental.

Tang Wan snatched Mu Zheng's eyes. In order to save his life, Mu Zheng agreed to Jinlong and slaughtered the Central Plains.

Then who should these people who were killed seek revenge?

Tang Wan was still Mu Zheng, the golden dragon, or the dead emperor.

Or it is the way of heaven that stirs up everything.

"Monsters crossing the sea to wreak havoc on the Central Plains is the bitter fruit of the Central Plains. The monks did not come to rescue them from the sea, which is also the cause they planted for themselves. The cycle of cause and effect is the way of heaven."

Only now did he understand what Daoist Qingsong said.

The emperor 200 years ago planted a bitter fruit for his people to taste, and he, Lin Xinglu, was the cause of this bitter fruit, stirring up chaos overseas.

His parents, the home he longed for, have become insignificant grains of sand in front of the avenue.

Lin Xinglu's tears fell down big and big. It turned out that this was "Da Dao Ruqing". He put away the aura mask, let the cold rain hit him, and cried heart-piercingly while hugging his knees.

Jinlong looked at him curiously, then turned his head and closed his eyes again. Human beings are very strange creatures. It looked at Lin Xinglu crying and was out of breath. After an unknown period of time, Lin Xinglu stopped crying and fell into a sedation. up.

Amid the thunder and lightning, the golden dragon coiled its tail around Lin Xinglu's body.

Lin Xinglu was immersed in nothingness, with the sky full of stars surrounding him, a book opened in his mind, and there was no word in the book.

All living beings are nothing under the Dao of Heaven.

Lin Xinglu suddenly realized the word 'no'.

A thunderbolt fell and hit his body, Jinlong opened his mouth to swallow the scattered thunder force, followed by another thunderbolt.

Lin Xinglu's limbs and bones were all shattered by the lightning strike, and then healed under the operation of the "ruthless swordsmanship" mental method.

81 thunderbolts fell, and the catastrophe enveloped him. The golden dragon devoured the scattered thunder force, and hiccupped heartily.

Lin Xinglu didn't know anything, he penetrated the word 'no' bit by bit, the pain in his meridians was stripped from his body, his mind became slower and slower, and he struggled against the sky thunder.

It had been raining in the capital for half a month. The moment Lin Xinglu opened his eyes, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

"The rain has stopped!"

"Finally stopped!"

Lin Xinglu heard the crowd cheering, he moved his body with difficulty, the black substance covering his body peeled off, revealing his white jade-like skin.

To get close to the way of heaven, the price to pay is catastrophe.

He looked at the dragon tail coiled beside him, and said, "Thank you."

Jin Long snorted, retracted his tail, and moved his body freely.

"Are you going back overseas with me?" Lin Xinglu asked.

"No, I have to wait until the new guardian dragon grows up to leave." The golden dragon stretched out its claws and pointed to a wall courtyard in the deep palace.

Lin Xinglu looked along, and saw a little boy cheering under the sun, the sun was shining on him, and a small green dragon was entangled around him.

"Is this the next emperor?" Lin Xinglu asked.

"Yes, he is different from those fake emperors in the past. He is a real dragon emperor, and he was born with the protection of a dragon. When he grows up, a generation of prosperity will begin."

The prosperity of the Central Plains is about to begin, and the chaos of overseas has come.

Lin Xinglu bid farewell to Golden Dragon and returned to overseas. A big battle was imminent, and the whole overseas was in turmoil.

As soon as he stepped an inch overseas, he was stopped by someone.

Lin Xinglu looked at the handsome man in front of him, stretched out his hand to stop him sternly, his face was expressionless as if he was giving instructions, his eyes rolled slightly, and said: "Our suzerain is here to invite you."