"You what?"
Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Cong, frowned and said, "Aren't you happy?"
At this moment, Lin Cong wished he had never been here. He would have gone directly to the fiefdom if he had known it. Unexpectedly, his father would not agree with him.
He was even asked to guard the prince's mausoleum.
"I'm happy to..." Lin Cong nodded.
Lin Yunhong felt better when he heard Lin Cong nod, waved his hand and said: "Go down!"
"My son, please retire!"
Lin Cong stepped back respectfully, his face turning into a bitter gourd face.
Lin Cong returned to the East Palace, found the palace maid who had tipped off the news, and waved her hands away with a slap in the face.
"Tell you to talk too much!"
Without saying this, Lin Cong locked himself in Renjing Palace.
Anyway, he is now an orphan that his father does not love and his mother and concubine cannot love. Let him give up on himself and spend the rest of his life in the imperial mausoleum...
"What if... my father is just testing me? Will my father look at me with admiration as long as I really go to guard the imperial mausoleum?"
Lin Cong thought of this possibility, and his eyes shone brightly.
He decided that even if his father didn't mention this matter, he would take the initiative to express his intention to his father. The temporary feeling of being in the fiefdom was not as good as the status of Prince Dayan.
…
In the palace.
Lin Yunhong knew that there was no hope for Lin Yi to recover. For the sake of Prince Lin Yi's dignity, he still summoned the Minister of Rites and the Minister, the Grand Scholar of the Three Palaces, as well as Chen Jingzhi, Dayan Weekly Zheng Yu and others.
Discuss the funeral of Prince Lin Yi.
Chen Jingzhi, Zheng Yu and others looked numb and could not accept this fact.
But His Majesty Lin Yunhong's series of arrangements regarding Lin Yi's funeral forced them to accept this matter.
"The Ministry of Rites prepares an obituary for the Crown Prince and publishes it in Dayan Weekly to inform the world!"
"The crown prince will be buried in the imperial mausoleum, and arrangements will be made according to the emperor's throne. The Ministry of Etiquette is responsible for this matter."
Lin Yunhong only confessed these two things in the end. He was a little tired and dismissed everyone.
During this brief meeting in the palace, Prince Teng Lin Yunying was completely devastated after receiving the exact news.
He asked Zhu Zhiyun to accompany him to Yueyang Tower, Yellow Crane Tower, and Tengwang Pavilion...
He was in a low mood and didn't say anything during this period. He just looked at the place where Lin Yi once stood in a daze.
He did not return to the palace until nightfall. The palace and the princess were immersed in grief.
However.
Lin Xiaozhao was sitting cross-legged on a chair, eating cakes carelessly, looking at his father and mother as if they were mourning for an heir, and said: "Don't worry, the prince brother will not die!"
Prince Teng's hair stood up and he scolded: "Don't be rude. Do you know more than His Majesty?"
Lin Xiaozhao said: "Forget it if you don't believe me!"
She jumped down from the chair, poured all the pastries into her pocket, and said, "I'm going back to my room!"
"This kid...hey!"
Prince Teng pointed at Lin Xiaozhao and looked at the princess. He wanted to say something serious but couldn't. He sighed heavily.
…
The next day.
The obituary of the prince's death was officially announced to the world through Dayan Weekly, and the whole country was in uproar and grief.
Especially the people of Nanxiang Prefecture and Nansu Prefecture, facing the capital, knelt down to express their grief.
Hundreds of scholars also received the news, and they were all lamenting.
After Luo Hongling learned about this from her father, she locked herself in the room alone without seeing anyone...
How could that guy have an accident?
The whole country in Dayan mourned.
…
And at this time.
In the Yan Temple of the Confucian Temple, Lin Yi looked at the images that were constantly flowing in the cloud mirror, and his whole scalp went numb.
"Damn it, I'm not dead yet!"
"Wouldn't you give me more time? Are you in such a hurry to bury me?"
"Don't cry. I'm still fine. It's just that I can't go back now. This misunderstanding has become big..."
Lin Yi's head was pounding and he shouted: "Ancestor, are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Human Emperor's figure appeared out of thin air in the Yan Temple. He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Lin Yidao with a smile: "Of course I'm here, what? Do you want to go back after seeing these scenes?"
Lin Yi said with a bitter look on his face: "Ancestor, the matter of breaking the third rank is not urgent. You should send me back, right?"
"There are so many books in Yansheng Temple. By the time I finish reading them, my body will probably stink..."
Lin Yi blinked his big Kazilan eyes and looked at the Human Emperor seriously.
The Human Emperor shook his head and said solemnly: "For the future of the human race and the Holy Continent, you must enter the third level as soon as possible, otherwise when that day comes, it will be the darkest moment of the entire human world..."
"Darkest hour?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at the Human Emperor and said: "Ancestor, what kind of disaster are you talking about? With you here, can't we survive it? Besides, my cultivation level is very different from that of my ancestor. Qianli, if you can’t do it, let alone me?”
"The Confucian Temple only maintains the existence of literary rules. It cannot interfere with the human world..."
The Human Emperor also knew that it was time to tell Lin Yi the truth.
Lin Yidao: "But didn't our ancestors interfere with me?"
"No, these are just cultural rules. I am just guiding these rules. The most important thing is that you have something to apply these rules."
The Human Emperor said seriously: "Just like your Wenxin, your own Wenxin was sealed by your mother, but I just woke it up in advance..."
"My Wenxin was sealed by my mother?" Lin Yi was moved and looked at the Human Emperor in surprise: "Why?"
The Human Emperor said: "Because she placed the Taoist weapon 'Tai Chi' of the Tiandao Sect on your body. This is a Taoist weapon forged by the Human Emperor Fuxi."
"If she doesn't seal your Wen Xin, Tai Chi Xian, some people from the Human Dao Sect and Tiandao Sect won't let you go. The seal is to protect you!"
'Mother...' Lin Yi was inexplicably moved. This is a mother's love for her child.
The Human Emperor looked at Lin Yi and said: "Did you know that you possess two things of the Human Emperor Fuxi? These two things will be the key to coping with the disaster. Therefore, even if our ancestors are powerful, they are still not as good as you!"
"Tai Chi Bagua?"
Lin Yi thought of something like this, something that existed in his own sea of consciousness, and he had a thought.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a Tai Chi Bagua diagram appeared in front of him, spinning slowly, absorbing all the righteousness and talent in the Yan Temple.
Human Emperor: "..."
"Take it in, be careful that all the rules of Wen Dao are absorbed by it. This is a great weapon that is earlier than Wen Dao!"
"The weapon of the great road?"
Lin Yi was moved. This gossip was revealed when he transferred the "Book of Changes". Could it be that the Earth's Zhouyi is related to the Emperor Fuxi?
He took the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram into Yuanshen and said: "After you enter the third level in the Confucian Temple, you will be able to compete with the second level when you return to the human world. When you integrate the resources of hundreds of schools of thought, in the future, when evil spirits from outside the world come, the human world will have the power to compete. "
"When the time comes, our ancestors and those pilgrims will help you in this Confucian Temple!"
Lin Yi frowned and said, "Evil outside the sky? What is this?"
