A few days.
Wei Kang's facial features are convex, his chest and abdomen are sunken, and his bones stand like a corpse.
The royal doctors in the palace and famous doctors in Shenjing were called over, but they were all helpless and couldn't even detect the symptoms.
Huang Yuniang floated above Wei Kang's head, opening her mouth to swallow, and wisps of gray-white mist merged into her soul.
"The ghost swallows the essence of the human body. It seems to be an invisible material thing, but it can be fed back to the body. Therefore, the essence and spirit are the support of human beings..."
Zhou Yi hid in the dark and observed the changes in Wei Kang's body.
In another three to five days, Wei Kang will be out of his wits.
From this point of view, the efficiency of ordinary innocent souls in killing people is a bit slow, and it is only better than being weird and concealed.
Zhou Yi was about to leave, go to the Tianlao to show his face, and then find an excuse to sneak out. Now that he was a free earner in the Tianlao, Zhu Xiaowei found another jailer to deliver food.
At that time, he still slandered and despised the jailer who was eating empty pay. When it was Zhou Yi's turn to eat it, it tasted pretty good!
At this time.
The gate of the Duke's Mansion opened, and the old lady greeted him personally. The young masters of the manor stood respectfully on both sides.
Zhou Yi suddenly became interested, who has such a big face.
The eunuch who visited the palace on behalf of Emperor Hongchang a few days ago only entered through a side door. What's more, the old lady is the sister of the former empress, and she is now respectfully called aunt.
The humming sound of the chanting Buddha came, and a moment later two rows of eight monks in yellow took the lead.
Open roads, beat bowls, scatter flowers, and blow banners.
Then came eight warrior monks with bulging muscles, their bare upper bodies smeared with gold powder, and carrying lotus dais on their shoulders.
The lotus platform is surrounded by silk flags, fluttering in the wind, half-hidden and half-exposed to see the fat Zen master sitting in it.
Zhou Yi glanced at the monks. They were all masters of bone forging. The Zen master sitting cross-legged had weak spiritual energy fluctuations on his body.
"It's interesting! This Shenjing is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, but you don't know much when you are in the prison!"
The monks walked to the gate of the Duke's Mansion. The Zen Master slowly stood up from the lotus platform and looked at the sky above the Duke's Mansion with a solemn gaze.
"Amitabha! What kind of evildoer dares to bring trouble to the divine capital?"
Upon hearing this, the old lady quickly sent people forward to invite the Zen master and his party to enter the house.
The fat Zen master looked solemn and told the old lady that the evildoer was tyrannical and that it would take decades of effort to open an altar.
The front and back meet the needs, more than two hundred thousand taels of gold and silver!
The annual tax revenue of Fengyang Kingdom does not exceed 10 million taels, but a Buddhist ritual performed by a Zen master actually requires 23% of the national tax.
"Everything is according to what Master Miaojue said!"
The old lady agreed decisively and took the key to the basement and asked people to move the money.
It was filled with large silver ingots the size of winter melons, which required two people to carry them on their shoulders until nightfall before they were weighed.
"The abbot of the Vajra Temple, Miaojue, is one of the national preceptors conferred by the Dog Emperor!"
After listening to the discussion in the Duke's office, Zhou Yi also learned about the Zen master's origins. It is said that he slept with Emperor Chongming and discussed the way to immortality. He was one of the few masters of Buddhism and Taoism in Fengyang Kingdom.
"He is over ninety years old and looks similar to someone in his fifties or sixties. He must have other means, otherwise he will not be able to fool the Dog Emperor!"
Chongming Emperor Sandalwood Immortal asked, but he was not really stupid.
At that time, there were many quacks and sorcerers who wanted to enter the Shangyang Palace to enjoy the glory and wealth, but they were all thrown into the imperial prison and tortured to death.
"The Dog Emperor would rather the country be in turmoil and stick to the Tao instead of being deceived. Maybe... he has seen a real immortal?"
It was getting dark by now.
In Wei Kang's courtyard, dozens of arm-thick whale oil candles were lit.
The warrior monks have already set up the two-foot-long Dharma altar. Eight yellow-robed monks, each holding Buddhist instruments, take turns to perform rituals on the altar, which looks quite solemn.
Seeing this, everyone in the Duke's Mansion clasped their hands and bowed in salute every time a monk came down from the altar.
Miaojue sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, hands clasped together in silence.
"What is this guy doing?"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly. If it weren't for the spiritual energy fluctuations in Miao Jue's body, he would have been too lazy to watch the monk dance and bluff people.
Until midnight.
"Amitabha!"
Miaojue suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, and the sound was like a thunderous explosion, causing everyone in the Duke's mansion who was originally trapped to wake up instantly.
Miaojue jumped up, flew over the heads of everyone, and landed on the altar.
Zhou Yizheng thought that the monk was about to perform the true method, but he saw Miaojue starting to chant sutras again, and strands of true energy solidified on his fingertips: "Wait another half an hour, if the thief bald continues to perform, he will take my sword!"
Miaojue seemed to sense danger, so he chanted for only two quarters of an hour before taking out a bronze mirror from his arms.
The bronze mirror is simple in shape, with one side shiny and the other side engraved with the texture of the sea of clouds.
"Amitabha! The monster hasn't revealed itself yet?"
After Miaojue finished speaking, he saw a figure appearing on the bronze mirror, who looked exactly like Huang Yuniang.
"..."
During the day, Huang Yuniang heard that an eminent monk had come to succumb to demons, so she stopped to take a breath and stood not far from the altar to watch the monkey show. As a result, under the reflection of the bronze mirror, the ghost appeared on its own.
"Where did the woman come from?"
"That's a ghost!"
"Ghost!"
"..."
Someone in the Duke's Mansion noticed that Huang Yuniang appeared out of thin air, causing a panic and confusion, and they scrambled to hide behind the altar.
Miaojue held Huang Yuniang in place with a bronze mirror and shouted: "Burn my longevity and grant you the magic weapon! All disciples obey the order, please hurry up and conquer the demons!"
"Om!"
The eight monk disciples responded to the shouts and rushed towards Huang Yuniang.
The fiery masculine blood condensed by the martial arts training is extremely restrained by the ghost. Just getting close to it makes Huang Yuniang's soul become illusive and dissipate.
"These monks..."
Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the Zhenyuan Sword swiped across Miaojue's wrist, spun around in front of his eyes, and cut off a few more beards.
In the past two years, the Xiantian True Yuan has grown very little, but its control has become increasingly sophisticated. It can be transformed into various forms and manipulated at will within a radius of ten feet.
Condensing the tip of the sword is just the dream of the sword fairy from Zhouyi!
Miao felt pain in her wrist, and the bronze mirror fell down, unable to hold the ghost in place anymore.
Huang Yuniang suddenly flew up and disappeared in an instant.
The monk turned to look at the altar and saw Miaojue looking dull and frightened. He then grabbed the elixir bottle from his arms and poured it into his mouth.
"puff!"
Miaojue spat out a large mouthful of blood, turned pale, and fell down from the altar.
"Zen Master!"
"Host!"
A cry of surprise.
Miaojue's breath was dying: "Amitabha! The poor monk failed the old lady, the evildoer has strong magic power and broke the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation... Poof!"
Before he finished speaking, he spurted blood again and fainted.
One of the monks said: "Old lady, the young monk will take the master back to the temple for rest first, and the two hundred thousand taels will be sent back tomorrow."
"What did the master say? The Zen master was injured due to family affairs and lost his longevity."
The old lady shook her head and said: "A little gold and silver, as incense."
"Amitabha!"
The monk pronounced a dharma call and asked the monks to carry the soft sedan and fly away.
dark place.
Zhou Yi saw that the farce was about to end and said to Huang Yuniang.
"You have also seen that the ghost is an invisible substance, but you cannot act recklessly. Remember to be cautious in the future!"
"Thank you, senior, for saving me."
Huang Yuniang fell to the ground and knelt down: "This little girl has avenged her great revenge, but if she needs it in the future, I can give you my orders, even if my soul is gone, I will not give up!"
Wei Kang has lost 60 to 70% of his energy. Even if he wakes up, he will not survive for a few days. The disease of oil exhaustion and lamp dryness cannot be saved by the miracle doctor.
"It just so happens that I'm going out of Beijing to help you find a place."
Zhou Yi put away the hosta and disappeared in a flash.
