Chapter 565 A pair of lanterns

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing came to the main hall of the Xuanming Palace and thought that they could see the bull-headed horse from the ghost city of Shangfengdu. Who would have thought that there was only one Northern Emperor Zhuanqi outside the hall, who seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "I have been waiting for a long time. When will we leave? Huh? Why didn't you see the bull's head and horse's face?"

The Northern Emperor nodded and said, "Let's go now. If you go directly to the temple of the gods and demons, don't come to the Xuanming Palace."

Feng Cailing finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "North Emperor, are you incarnating Kunpeng and taking us up?"

Zhen said, "Well, you bring the drops of water and jump up later. I expect that at this moment, Leng Wuxin has changed his appearance with the mask given by the bright moon and is on the way to the temple of the gods and demons."

Mr. Mingyue said hurriedly, "Oh! Then we have to go to support quickly. It is said that Kun is so big that he doesn't know how many thousand miles it is. It's annoying for the Northern Emperor to become smaller, hehe.

The Northern Emperor nodded to the open space outside the hall of the Xuanming Palace. Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing were stunned. Before they blinked, the Northern Emperor suddenly turned into a big fish, more than ten feet long, and said, "Hey! Are you two stunned? Come on, let's go."

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing came back to their senses. The two joined hands and floated lightly on the back of the big fish. They only felt that the tentacles were slippery. Mr. Mingyue muttered, "The Northern Emperor has become so fast. We are so disrespectful."

Kunpeng, turned into the Northern Emperor, said, "You hide in my left fin so that I can protect you from the underworld."

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing climbed to Kunpeng's fins. Kunpeng flew up in the air, drilled out the bubbles on the Xuanming Palace covered by ten-thousand-year-old jade beads of water, and swayed straight up.

Both of them grasped the fish fins tightly for fear of falling down. They only felt that they floated so fast. The bottom of the sea was dark and could not be seen clearly. Suddenly, there was a sound of water, and Kunpeng had drilled out of the sea.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon is fuller and rounder.

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing looked up at the stars. In the east of the pool and moon, the stars and rivers were far away. On the vast underworld, it was like driving a flat boat, which was extremely empty.

Feng Cailing smiled and said, "Emperor Zhuan, why don't you live in the dark sea tonight? The wind is strong, but the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The weather is very good?"

Kunpeng said, "Tonight is the Lantern Festival. I have always calmed down the storm in the festival, like the calm wind and waves in the daytime, so as not to ruin the scenery. You sit on your back and be careful not to fall down. We have to fly to the shore."

Mr. Mingyue and the phoenix picked up the bell according to their words and got on the back of the fish. Suddenly, Kunpeng turned into a bird. It was for Dapeng. He could have hit 3,000 miles of water and 90,000 miles up. Kunpeng carried them tonight, but he just flew to the shore with a gentle wave.

At this moment, on the bank of the Underworld Sea, there has long been a figure passing through thousands of lights like a wind and swept outside the temple of the gods and demons of the Northern Ming Dynasty.

The person who came was coldly and unintentionally, wearing a blue robe and a purple robe, wearing a mask given by the son of the bright moon at the time of parting. Three wisps of long beards, like the statue of the God of Wealth, are very interesting, and even haunted in the dark shadow of the vast moonlight.

Tonight on the shore of the Sea is different from the past. The sea is flat and the moon is clear. However, most of the nine tribes in the north have moved from the West to the shore of the Sea. The customs are different from the Middle Earth. On the night of the Lantern Festival, only a few people hang two red lanterns at the front of the door, which is not lively enough. .

It's so deserted, but it's convenient for Leng Wuxin to act. Leng Wuxin has also been to the temple twice. He is familiar with the way. He saw two pillars of thick sandalwood burning in front of the main hall, and holding big red lanterns, and there are also incense candles in front of the statues of the roc bird and big turtle, which can be regarded as a tribute to Kunpeng, the mythical beast of the northern underworld god.

coldly flashed into the shadow of the corner of the hall, but I heard that the hall was very lively, as if there was a banquet, and I didn't know what to celebrate.

Cold and unintentionally secretly said that the rare gods and demons in the north also celebrate the Lantern Festival? This is strange. There is no stipulation in the rules that Middle-earth festivals must be passed. They are cold and unintentionally listening, but it is very noisy and indistinguous. Leng Wuxin secretly said that he didn't know whether Mr. Mingyue, Feng Cailing and the soul messenger were in the main hall, thinking that they should have arrived early and didn't know where they were.

Leng Wuxin did not go to the main hall. First of all, he did not disturb the rebel generals of Beiming, and quietly walked around the residence of the ten halls of Yan Jun and the apse where the soul-en messenger lived, and inquired about the truth.

But as soon as I got around the side hall, I suddenly saw that there was a mourning hall with white hanging in front of the hall, and there was a coffin in front of the hall, but there was no one there was even a guard. Leng Wuxin looked carefully and caught a glimpse of the right-handed spiritual position in front of the mourning hall. Leng Wuxin suddenly found that the traitor was dead, and people couldn't help sighing. They wanted to let him go in the ice valley, but who would have thought that they would see his mourning hall today.

The most inexplicable thing is that since the lack of land is dead, why don't the sky have people guard the spirit? Fortunately, they still indulge the leaders of all walks of Jiuyou in the hall. When he turned back with countless puzzles and flashed his figure, passed the door of the main hall and came to the west side hall, he saw that there was also a spiritual hall, but the throne was engraved with the left envoy.

Leng Wuxin was shocked. The two ambassadors of the gods and demons died. It must be the handwriting of Mr. Mingyue and his righteous sister Feng Cailing. It seemed that they must have gone through a fierce fight. Thinking of this, Leng Wuxin did not delay any more and swept over the glazed tile roof of the side hall and found it in the back hall.

The residence and courtyard of the ten halls of Yan Jun, and the cold and unintentionally changing his body have been seen. Except for the servants and maids, they did not see a king. I guess they were all feasting in the temple. When they arrived at the apse, they did not disappoint Leng Wuxin.

But there seemed to be a faint candlelight in the apse where the enchanted messenger originally lived. Leng had no intention to be overjoyed. He hid at the door and looked in sideways. This look was not tight, and he almost frightened his soul!

There were only two people in the apse, with their backs to the door, but Leng Wuxin saw it at a glance that it was the soul messenger and Zhi Yulan Xin, both in plain clothes, and there were also two spiritual positions on the incense table. The two were burning incense to worship.

Leng Wuxin only felt black in front of him and dared not look at the name and surname on the spiritual throne. He had vaguely guessed what had happened, but he would never want to believe it!

Leng Wuxin held the head of the door and endured grief. He only felt that his heart was dripping blood. He didn't want to believe it, but he clearly heard that Yulan's heart choked and said, "Brother Mingyue, sister Cailing, you are not far from the spirit of heaven. Tonight, at the Lantern Festival, the little sister made a pair of lanterns for you, and the Huangquan Road is also a little bright."

The lantern burned in the copper basin, looking at the beating firelight, the enchanted messenger guarded only a long sigh.