Five years.
Compared with the last illusion, five years have passed this time.
Don't ask Jiang Qi how he knew it, he just knew it, just like the subtitles before the game CG.
What Jiang Qi brought in was still Yao Guangxiao’s perspective.
This time it was a different place, no longer an antique Zen room, but a luxurious and majestic Golden Palace.
The emperor in dragon robe was high up, overlooking Yao Guangxiao in the audience.
Compared to five years ago, the Yongle Emperor had a few more gray hairs on his temples, and he also had a deeper imperial majesty.
"Why didn't you complete the work?"
When the emperor spoke, his voice was low, but in the context of the empty environment of the Golden Palace, it sounded like a great bell.
Facing the emperor's question, Yao Guangxiao was extremely indifferent. He just put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, it's not that the old monk is unwilling to do the full work, but that he can't do it."
"Why can't you do it?"
Zhu Di leaned over and put his hands on his knees. He knew that he didn't have much time. No one could stand in the way of his achievements, including Yao Guangxiao.
"There are one hundred and ninety-two dragon veins in the Central Plains. Apart from the Fengyang Ancestral Tomb, there are still one hundred and ninety-one."
"In the past five years, you have repaired and repaired 190 of them. Why did you tell me that you couldn't do this one remaining one?"
"Or are you afraid of climbing to the sky?"
Yao Guangxiao shook his head slightly and said: "If the old monk was afraid, why would he repair these 190 dragon veins at the cost of losing a year of life?"
"In that case, it seems you can give me a reasonable explanation."
Zhu Di's voice was indifferent, and he was not moved at all by the fact that Yao Guangxiao had lost sixty years of his life.
"Your Majesty, although the old monk said that he has dabbled in all three religions, in the final analysis he is a Buddhist."
Yao Guangxiao lowered his head and said softly: "The fate of the old monk and Buddhism is already prosperous. If the old monk repairs all the dragon veins in the world, Buddhism will surely be favored by heaven and spread all over China."
"Is Your Majesty really prepared to create countless more monks in the world who will not give birth but only accept offerings?"
Listening to Yao Guangxiao's words, Zhu Di frowned. After a long time, he could only sigh and asked: "Who should be the successor?"
As soon as these words came out, Yao Guangxiao knew that the emperor had given up the idea of completely regaining the grassland in his lifetime.
"What a great saint, the Ming Dynasty can be prosperous for three generations, but..."
"Needless to say, after three generations, no matter what happens, it will be the consequences that the descendants should bear."
Zhu Di leaned on the dragon chair and sighed: "All I want now is to lay a solid foundation, so that even if a prodigal is born, he can be defeated for a few more years."
"Old monk, go down."
"yes."
Yao Guangxiao bowed, turned and left.
Behind him, the emperor sat alone in the highest position in the world, looking so lonely.
After leaving Tai Chi Hall and looking at the dim sun in the sky, Yao Guangxiao looked a little regretful.
"After all, is it just one move away?"
The prime minister in black, who also studied the three religions, let out a sigh.
Of course he has the ability to connect the last dragon vein, but if he does so, the luck of Buddhism will greatly increase, and countless more temples will appear in the world. Countless monks.
A monk who does not give birth but only accepts offerings.
A large number of young and middle-aged men became monks, which was fatal to this newly peaceful world.
Even Zhu Di could not prevent this result. He was the emperor, but he was not heaven after all.
Therefore, Yao Guangxiao chose to give up, even if he was afraid that he would feel that he had lost to Liu Bowen.
Yao Guangxiao has already done this once, betting on the fate of the people in the world, and he will not do it a second time.
"Amitabha."
The old monk, who was as sick as a tiger, softly chanted the Buddha's name and took steps slowly. The purple ribbon of the Eighteenth Son fluttered on his withered wrist.
There was helpless compromise in the voice, but more importantly, unwillingness.
...
"A crime other than war..."
Jiang Qi opened his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and digested the information about this obsessional fantasy.
There is no doubt that Yao Guangxiao's obsession lies in this last unrepaired dragon vein.
Yao Guangxiao wanted to put aside time and space and surpass Liu Bowen, but he failed in the end.
It's not that Yao Guangxiao doesn't have that ability, but it's for the sake of the common people in the world.
He will not drag the world into the quagmire for the second time due to personal reasons.
For the first time, he proved his dragon-slaying skills to the world.
And the second time, he gave up the chance to overcome his obsession.
But it is true that I am not willing to give in, so I have this obsession that remains on the Eighteen Sons.
"As long as this last dragon vein is repaired, Yao Guangxiao's obsession will be over. It's so simple."
Jiang Qi smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It's just a large piece of needlework."
That’s weird!
Is this a human job?
Repairing the dragon's veins was an earth-shattering feat, and Jiang Qi didn't think he could do it.
And he has no clue about this thing.
The cheating Yao Guangxiao has very little information in his obsessional fantasy.
Jiang Qi only understood what Yao Guangxiao's obsession was.
As for what Yao Guangxiao was worried about, the consequences of repairing all the dragon veins were the least of Jiang Qi's worries. He was not a monk.
But the problem now is that Jiang Qi has no idea how to start.
The most useful information learned so far from the Shibazi illusion is just where the unrepaired dragon veins are.
"This is the only good news at the moment."
Jiang Qi rubbed the Shibazi on his wrist as if he was enjoying himself in pain.
The luckiest thing right now is that the unrepaired dragon vein is in Jinling.
Jiangbei, where Jiang Qi is located, is right next to Jinling.
The two cities are connected by subway, and it only takes an hour.
But this is of no use at all. There is nothing we can do about it.
"Let's go shopping in Jinling tomorrow."
Jiang Qi sighed. Tomorrow was Saturday and there were no classes. He was ready to play games all night. Unexpectedly, these eighteen sons changed his plans.
Now he can only hope that after arriving in Jinling, these eighteen sons will undergo further changes and provide some more information.
At least give Jiang Qi how to repair the dragon's veins.
Seeing that it was evening and his energy was running low again, the hungry Jiang Qi temporarily put aside his business and went out to the cafeteria to look for food.
After a big meal in the cafeteria, Jiang Qi, who was satiated, met someone on his way back to the dormitory.
With her oiled hair hanging loosely and wearing stain-resistant suspender jeans, you can still see the naturally beautiful girl.
It was Li Yu.
Jiang Qi's expression changed, and he ran over to say hello, saying, "Sister Li Yu, good evening."
"Um."
Li Yu rolled his eyelids, said hello, and then prepared to avoid Jiang Qi.
Seeing this, Jiang Qi said: "Can I trouble Senior Sister with something?"
Li Yu looked up at him, waiting for his next words.
