"That's some of what I heard."
After Xia Zhichan came to the palace, he called everyone together and recounted what he heard to everyone, while adding his own judgment.
"Amitabha."
After listening to everything Xia Zhichan said, Zen Master Fukong, who was always as calm as a mountain without joy or anger, shook his eyebrows unnaturally, as if he was clasping his hands to suppress the fluctuations in his heart.
"The catfish spirit who failed to overcome the tribulation is about to reach the peak of the palace, and knows the strength of the sky half a step..."
Chimei laughed a few times and looked around. In the room, there was Xia Zhichan with a solemn face, Zen Master Fu Kong who was sitting silently beside him, and Jiang Qin in white who always had a cold face and ignored no one.
Standing at the door was a blind man holding a knife. He came on behalf of Prince Le. Prince Le was frightened and uneasy, and now he is bedridden.
"Stop being alarmist here. If it is really such a powerful monster, let alone a few of us, even if we invite my master and my master's master, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat it..."
The gap is too big, so most people's reaction is to question it first and list a bunch of evidence to refute the facts, instead of choosing to believe the facts.
Akamei has this kind of mentality now.
Coupled with his deep-seated dislike of Xia Zhichan, he was the first and only one to stand up and question Xia Zhichan.
"I know it's too shocking and you don't want to believe it for a moment, but..."
Xia Zhichan actually doesn't like Chimei either. He really doesn't like Chimei's arrogance, but the current situation is special and everyone involved in this matter must unite.
"I have something to say... although I don't know what kind of terrifying monster Xia Lingguan mentioned about the catfish spirit that survived the tribulation."
The blind man at the door suddenly spoke:
"After the accident on the riverside, I escaped back with Prince Le. Later, I heard from the prince and other people who escaped that the big fish that swallowed Linjiang Pavilion looked like a catfish."
"catfish……"
Xia Zhichan didn't know what to say. When your enemy is already far more powerful than you, you may not even be considered a pebble in their eyes.
Like a strong elephant running freely in the wilderness, he doesn't care if there is a nest of ants wherever his huge feet step on.
But now, Xia Zhichan and the others are at most the stronger individuals among this group of ants.
"Haha, the evil one by the river is just a catfish monster, and I have a rough idea of what the evil monster in Jiang City is..."
Chimei was a little proud.
When he visited secretly before, he discovered that the body that died inexplicably died of exhaustion, and he speculated that it was a spirit-sucking monster that did everything in Xiajiang City.
Xia Zhichan, on the other hand, was like a fool who had heard a few rumors from somewhere and was just talking nonsense here.
"I can't tell you the detailed information yet. I'll wait until I catch the monster."
Chimei didn't want to listen to Xia Zhichan's nonsense anymore. He stood up from his seat and turned around to leave without even saying goodbye.
"Amitabha……"
Zen Master Fukong sighed and shook his head. He chanted the Buddha's name as usual, but looked a few more times in the direction in which Chimei was leaving:
"Fellow Chimei...there seems to be something wrong."
The Buddha's heart is like glass, it should be spotless. The cleaner the place, the easier it is to reflect other dirty things.
Among all the people, Zen Master Bu Kong has the highest level of cultivation and has practiced for the longest time, so he can be the first to discover the differences in many things.
When he first met Chimei, he looked domineering, but not disgusting, but now Chimei has a discordant and chaotic feeling all over his body.
Zen Master Fukong frowned. Although he felt something was wrong with Chimei, he couldn't tell what was wrong, so after reciting a few Buddha's names, he suppressed the doubt in his heart.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Amitabha, the old monk just feels that... Oops! It's time to drive away the evil spirits from Nangong's benefactor, so the old monk takes his leave first."
Zen Master Fu Kong did not answer Xia Zhichan's words. Instead, he made an excuse and asked the little novice monk who had been squatting next to him to take him out of the house.
The blind man was also called away just now. It seemed that the frightened Prince Le had regained his energy and wanted to talk to him about something.
The only ones left in the room were the frowning Xia Zhichan and the always cold-faced Jiang Qin.
"What's wrong with you? You feel weird when you come back from the river?"
Xia Zhichan originally planned to go back to rest first, but when she turned around, she saw Jiang Qin who was obviously a little strange, so she asked casually.
The woman had a sullen face and didn't say a word. She just shook her head gently, indicating to Xia Zhichan that she was fine and didn't need to worry.
She lowered her gaze, just shy of writing the words "Keep strangers away" on her face.
This was the first trick the snake demon taught her, playing hard to get.
"Is it really okay? Did you consume too much energy in your fight with that snake demon before, or was you injured..."
Xia Zhichan, who originally planned to leave directly, stopped because he was worried about Jiang Qin, who was obviously acting abnormally.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Jiang Qin still looked indifferent. She didn't even look at Xia Zhichan. She stood up and walked out of the door to her own residence in the back house.
Xia Zhichan's worried eyes kept chasing her until she lost sight of her figure, and then she looked back worriedly.
"What's going on here?"
He didn't see the almost uncontrollable joy deep in the woman's eyes after seeing the worry on his face.
Before she went out, she couldn't help but smile a little joyfully.
…
The bedroom of the royal palace.
Prince Le, who finally woke up, was still a little weak and sat on his bed, tapping his fingers lightly on the brocade quilt.
"Blind man, how is the palace doing lately?"
It had been several days since he came back from the river, but before he got home, he had already fallen ill and passed out.
The blind man finally brought him back and asked a doctor to come quickly for treatment. After diagnosing his pulse, the latter told everyone in the palace that Prince Le was temporarily comatose because of excessive fright, and he just needed to rest for a while.
This rest lasts for three or four days.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. There are people watching from top to bottom in the mansion. There won't be any trouble."
The blind man could not see Prince Le's pale face, but from his weak and trembling voice, he could tell that the latter's physical condition was not optimistic.
"Oh, by the way. The cripple is back too, and he brought back a secret letter this time."
As the blind man spoke, he took out a black envelope from his arms and handed it respectfully to Prince Le who was sitting on the bed.
There are three masters in Prince Le's Mansion, namely the blind, lame and mute.
The lame man can travel hundreds of miles a day. He was sent by Prince Le to deliver an encrypted memorial to the emperor in the capital, and he has just returned.
As for the mute... Everyone in the palace knew that there were three masters protecting Prince Le. The blind and lame could often be seen staying by Prince Le's side, but there was only the last of the three masters - the mute, and there was almost no one there. Saw him.
Most of the people who saw him died.
Prince Le took the black leather envelope, tore it open without checking it at all, and then glanced at it several times.
The letter was written by my brother who was far away in the capital.
That is, the handwriting of the Emperor of Da Qi.
Of course, our Emperor is not as majestic as the rumors say, at least he is a bit undisciplined in front of his younger brother. Of the three pages of letter addressed to Prince Le, two pages were filled with simple complaints.
Only the last page is of some use.
Prince Le anxiously went straight to the second half of the last page, and finally saw a crooked word "ke" in his brother's somewhat unflattering handwriting.
Yes, yes, yes.
"No one else can imitate this handwriting..."
Prince Le smiled, a big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and his face turned a little red, but just when he was about to read this secret letter from the beginning again, which was actually of little use.
There was a knocking outside the door.
The blind man walked over and opened the door. It was the butler who was carrying the soup that had just been boiled.
"Your Majesty, the medicine is ready. Take the medicine first."
"Okay, I'm going to trouble you these days."
Prince Le nodded. During the time he was unconscious, the housekeeper had been dealing with everything that happened, including the treatment of the charlatans who died tragically, as well as many trivial matters.
"Your Majesty said that, it really upsets me. Everything is what I should do as a child."
The housekeeper was flattered. He bowed respectfully to Prince Le, and then left without daring to stay any longer.
The blind man put the black soup into the prince's hand. Although the butler said it was freshly fried, he had actually let it cool down and the temperature was just right.
"It's this terrible medicine again..."
Prince Le held the medicine bowl and looked down at the medicinal soup that felt bitter even without drinking it. He glanced at the blind man who was hesitant to speak, smiled and shook his head.
The hand holding the medicine bowl was passed to the side, and a pair of small black hands stretched out from the shadowed corner of the bed and took the medicine bowl directly.
Gudong, gudong, is the sound of swallowing.
Prince Le took the empty medicine bowl and put it aside.
"Ugh~"
There was a slight sound of retching from the shadows in the corner.
But nothing was actually spit out, and the person in the corner just wanted to express his disgust for the bowl of soup.
"Haha, I told you it doesn't taste good."
Prince Le smiled and shook his head.
"Your Majesty..."
The blind man tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. He naturally knew the identity of the person in the corner, and he also knew what the "vomit" meant.
If it were just a simple decoction, no matter how bitter it was, the blind man believed that the other party could swallow it all without frowning.
The current performance can only show that the bowl of soup is poisonous.
"It doesn't matter..."
Prince Le smiled and narrowed his eyes, like a cunning fox:
"Let's go with the flow... and lure the snake out of its hole."
