The Dajing Palace secretly summoned hundreds of people from the three religions and the world of martial arts. Among them were a mixture of good and bad, including real masters who could truly rejuvenate themselves, as well as fake people trying to get some benefits. After personal screening by the Imperial Master and the Queen, they were finally selected from Six experts were selected from more than a hundred people who were indeed qualified to treat the prince's illness.
The first one is the real person who is the direct descendant of the great master of Longhu Mountain. He carries a Taoist golden elixir that can bring the dead back to life, and he also masters the rejuvenation technique recorded in the obscure Taoist classics.
In the main hall, Guiliu was lying on the bed, his figure even more emaciated than in the past few days. The Taoist real person also used the golden elixir and used magic techniques. Even Qin Fang thought that the overbearing and powerful internal force of the golden elixir could wash away the remaining sword energy in the rose fluid. However, in fact, the effect was very little and there was still sword energy. The good thing about swimming in the flow of roses is that it only slightly compensates for the blood and flesh, making the flow of roses look less scary.
The golden elixir was gone and the prince had not yet been saved. The master of Longhu Mountain was pale and could not say a word. Without the palace salary of ten thousand taels of gold, and unable to return to Longhu Mountain, where else can we go now?
The little child narrowed his eyes and saw that his Taoist heart was showing signs of collapse. He pressed it slightly with his hand, and the Taoist master fell to his knees with a plop, and passed out in the next second.
"Send him back to Longhu Mountain?" the little child asked.
Qin Fang frowned slightly, "What does the Imperial Master mean?"
"This man is not very strong, but his reputation is astonishing. Now that Longhu Mountain is at its peak, no matter who is in the world or a monk from the Immortal Family, who dares not to give face to the Great Master of Longhu Mountain? Having him on the road is a benefit. Many."
Qin Fang's eyes did not leave the sleeping Gui Liu on the bed for a moment, and she said softly: "That's Master Yi."
The little child smiled and waved his sleeves, and the fallen real person disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, another person appeared out of thin air.
He is a begging monk, his cassock is damaged, he must be an ascetic.
He whispered the Buddha's name, and suddenly the entire hall was filled with Sanskrit sounds. At this moment, Qin Fang suddenly remembered that decades ago, when she had just descended from the immortal family on the mountain to the secular dynasty, she had met a monk who was begging for alms. He didn't care what was in front of him, he just closed his eyes and walked westward. . The monk in the memory was the same person as the monk in front of him, but this time the monk opened his eyes.
The monk spoke slowly and made a sound like gold and stone, "Decades ago, the Queen asked me what was in the alms bowl. It was not that I didn't want to answer, but that there was nothing in the alms bowl."
The monk stopped talking and slowly opened the red cloth covering the alms bowl, only to see a budding golden lotus sleeping quietly in the alms bowl.
"Queen, this poor monk only came here to make two wishes."
"I wish that the incense of Buddhism will continue and that the great Buddhist monk will have a place to go."
"Secondly, I would like to donate another merit and ask about the Bone Mountain."
Qin Fang suddenly woke up and said sternly: "You want to break away?!"
The monk smiled and said, "The queen will tell you first whether you agree or not?"
But before Qin Fang could say anything, the monk suddenly stood up and forcibly put the bowl into Guiliu's hands, "Hey, you have to agree or not."
He took a step back, clasped his hands together, and smiled broadly: "I have one more wish. I hope that everyone in the world will keep their true heart, be as pure as glass, have perfect merits, and live a prosperous life."
When a monk makes a great wish, it means that he is really going to leave. Qin Fang couldn't say how sad she was, and said softly: "From tomorrow onwards, the whole territory of the Dajing Dynasty will be opened to accept difficult monks. At the same time, there will also be Qingqi waiting in the middle area to escort them."
The monk nodded, "If you ask about the Skeleton Mountain, please ask Your Highness the Crown Prince. Since my junior brother is willing to believe it, I, my senior brother, am also willing to believe in my junior brother's vision."
The monk closed his eyes, stopped talking, clasped his hands and lowered his head to recite Amitabha reverently and silently. The rich merits he had cultivated throughout his life began to dissipate, turning into wisps of golden mist and pouring into the alms bowl, turning into nourishing and clear water.
The petals of the budding golden lotus are opened, finally showing a blooming posture.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can die."
After saying these words, the last merit disappeared, and the barefooted ascetic was no longer in the hall.
There is a saying in Buddhist Sanskrit: “Nirvana is also peace and cessation.
In human terms, it is death.
Qin Fang bit her lip and remained motionless. How could this not be a gamble? Bet on your son's life or death?
Just in case....just in case....
She couldn't imagine it.
Just when she was about to say: "Think of other ways," a dazzling white streak suddenly hit the bed, raised her arm high, and pierced her chest with a hand blade, blood spattered, and scarlet on her snow-white dress. Blossoming like flowers.
The man breathed his last and died.
Qin Fang was stunned on the spot.
Gui Qing pulled out her bloody arm, her eyes were in a trance, and her body went limp and paralyzed on the ground.
The hall was completely silent.
Time passed bit by bit without any vision appearing. Suddenly at a certain moment, the bowl exploded, water splashed, and the golden lotus withered.
Qin Fang collapsed completely and cried loudly.
Guiqing huddled in the corner, her whole body trembling slightly.
On Qingfen Mountain, one of the top ten sacred mountains in ancient times, Wang Sizhi suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared in a certain direction warily.
As the co-leader of Shinto ten thousand years ago, who can make her feel like a powerful enemy?
In the Dajing Palace, a man ran like crazy, running all the way from the Prince's East Palace to the Jiaofang Palace where the Queen lived. Finally, exhausted, he stopped in front of the door of the Jiaofang Palace and used his last bit of strength to push open the door. .
Gui Qing looked at the man in a daze, her eyes filled with hazy mist. As she bit her red lips, tears flowed down involuntarily.
Qin Fang sat on the ground and cried even harder.
Guiliu couldn't care less about resting. He came to Qin Fang out of breath and gasped: "Mom, I'm here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man received a solid slap in the face.
"How did I give birth to such a bastard like you?" Qin Fang cried, and then slapped Guiliu hard.
Guiliu was stunned when he was scolded, and even more stunned when he was beaten. He did not dare to talk back, and lowered his head angrily, like a deeply aggrieved man.
Qin Fang was like an extremely sad child, crying, yelling and beating Gui Liu, and pushed Gui Liu down several times. The latter could only get up and squat obediently. Time passed little by little, and finally Qin Fang Fang was tired of crying. She held her face in her hands and could only hear faint sobs.
Guiliu, whose face had been slapped and swollen like a pig's head, finally spoke cautiously, "Mom, please calm down."
Qin Fang put down her hands and stared at the man in front of her with her red and swollen eyes, "Say! Where did you go wrong?"
"Where did I go wrong..." Gui Liu hesitated, unable to think of a result, so he could only forcefully speak out word by word, "Son... I did everything wrong..."
Can I still get beaten for this answer? As expected, Qin Fang cursed and raised his arms as if to slap her. Gui Liu hurriedly blocked his face and begged for mercy, "Mom, my son is really wrong. He is wrong in everything. He really can't be slapped. If he slaps him again, he should be slapped." Disfigured.”
Perhaps it was the treasure that was lost, Qin Fang put down her arms, cried and said angrily: "This bastard thing makes me miserable every day. Can't you run over here quickly? Mom thought you were dead, do you know how broken she is? Mom doesn't even want to Do you know if you are alive?”
Qin Fang was about to cry again. At that moment, Guiliu's heartache was no worse than having the Immortal Killing Sword pierce his chest. This tall man held his mother in his arms so easily, but in fact? It is always this petite woman who protects this tall man from the wind and rain, giving everything, giving up everything, even if her blood has been drained, she still has to squeeze it out and suffer for a lifetime.
The man's voice was choked and he said sorry over and over again.
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In the Dafeng Dynasty, Qingfen Mountain, Wang Sizhi seemed to be thinking to himself when he noticed that the terrible vision had disappeared, "Who was injured?"
Behind her, an old man in civilian clothes suddenly emerged from the soil. His right arm was empty, his sleeves were swaying in the wind, and he had one arm.
As a Shinto relic, the old man has been dormant and hiding in this ancient sacred mountain for thousands of years in order to escape the pursuit of immortals. He was already in despair, until that day, a woman with bright red eyes stepped onto the mountain without any warning. The familiar divinity exuded from her body told the old man that this woman was his master thousands of years ago.
The old man in civilian clothes knelt on his knees and replied respectfully: "Returning to the master, I was injured by Zhao Bingnie's sword."
Wang Sizhi rubbed Xue Qiu'er's little head and said calmly: "I'll give you the ninth realm and kill Zhao Bingnie."
The old man in cloth clothes had hot eyes and said, "I will definitely live up to my mission."
As if he just gave a little favor casually, the aura in the old man's body suddenly surged, and the entire sacred mountain trembled for a moment.
The figure of the commoner old man disappeared instantly.
High on the top of the mountain, with the invisible breeze blowing, Wang Siyi wore a red robe and looked down at the earth with an expressionless face.
Why could the human race rise on the earth thousands of years ago?
It's not just a blessing that the Shinto co-master gave casually out of boredom. Just like her thinking, she can give the old man invincible strength, it's that simple.
She created the human race, so naturally she can destroy it at will.
So why did Shinto collapse?
Because in that great catastrophe that lasted for three thousand years, the co-master of Shinto finally died together with the master of Fengdu, and the co-master of Shinto was also the last god to fall. At this point, Shinto completely collapsed.
Today, ten thousand years later, the Shinto co-lord appears again, but the Lord of Fengdu is still missing, as if he has been lost in the long river of time.
What does this mean?
This means that if this Shinto co-master reshapes Shinto, nothing will be able to compete with him.
Qingfen Mountain, as the only site among the ten ancient sacred mountains that has been spared from the flames of war, can connect the human world and the old site of Shinto. The co-owner of Shinto has not yet "fed full" in the human world. The day when he is full will be the day when the connection is truly opened and he ascends to Shinto.
Wang Sizhi said to herself: "I'm hungry."
So she casually grabbed a Yamazawa Yexiu who was in retreat to attack the Eighth Realm somewhere in the world. She caught him like this. Before he could even react, his soul had been completely devoured.
She had a huge appetite and still wasn't "full", so she ate the soul of an eighth-grade grandmaster.
She looked far away, facing north, looking at the majestic golden palace.
She had become extremely unfamiliar. She slowly raised a hand and was about to pull down the big sun above her head when suddenly Snowball in her arms meowed.
So she put down her hands and remained silent.
Just because she hasn't completely stripped away the last part of her humanity, she still has feelings for that man.
But how long can this emotion last? Soon, she will peel off the last bit of humanity, then open the passage between the human world and the old site of Shinto, and ascend to the sky step by step.
She will definitely become that Shinto co-leader who has no human emotions.
