Chapter 459 Curse to Kill Zhao Duan (5k)
Cut off the water flow? Is it that guy? Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, but there was not much unexpected emotion in his heart.
In his opinion, the empress' enthronement was imminent, and Prince Jing, as the biggest thorn in the side of the "Eight Kings", was bound to take action.
Trying to use various methods to obstruct Feng Chan, under this background, it was logical to call "Duan Shuishui", the "elder brother" of Qingshan who had obviously taken refuge in Prince Jing's Mansion when he was in Huting.
"But those warlocks... where did they come from? Could it be that... they are the God of Law sect?" Zhao Duan's head moved.
He still clearly remembered that when he was in the capital, when he was eradicating the Zhang brothers, he had captured a warlock who was a "secret agent of Prince Jing's Palace".
The origin of his identity is that he was a priest who defected from the Tianshi Mansion and was suspected of joining the "Fashen Sect" of the Jianghu organization.
Later, when he went to Taicang Prefecture to handle a case and returned to Beijing, he was also attacked by the Dharma God Sect.
"What are Prince Jing's plans? You don't think that with this few manpower, you can interfere with Feng Chan. It's just wishful thinking."
Zhao Duan thought in his heart, but did not dare to be careless at all. He nodded seriously towards Prajna Bodhisattva:
"I know."
The female Bodhisattva who was greedy for his body couldn't help but reminded:
"The more critical the moment, the more cautious you must be. If the Shen family is forced into a hurry by you, there is no guarantee that they will do anything."
Zhao Duan glanced at her unexpectedly and said with a confident smile:
"Don't worry, I know what I know. The current situation, unless they can assassinate me, but I am hiding in the governor's office. With a large group of you in the world to protect me, who can kill me?"
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Prajna Bodhisattva to sigh softly and no longer look at the "Beijing Temple" made of human heads in the courtyard.
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same day.
It rained heavily for most of the day, and it stopped only towards the evening.
During this period, Zhao Duan handled official duties as usual, discussed the next step with Governor Ning, and at the same time supervised the preparations for Xia Fengchan
——Even though the imperial court and the Shen family were fighting like this, the preparations for Feng Chan were not affected.
No surprise. Neither the Shen family nor Prince Jing's palace wanted to be punished by the upcoming empress for this.
Until dark, Zhao Duan had no appetite for dinner. He only felt tired and mentally weak.
"Your Majesty, you must have worked too hard in recent days and spent too much energy. Go and have a rest early. I will keep an eye on the rest of your affairs." Governor Ning saw him yawning repeatedly and couldn't help but advise.
Zhao Duan thought for a while, but didn't try to be brave. He got up and went back to the bedroom, feeling sleepy.
He lay on the bed and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.
In his sleep, Zhao Duan felt unusually cold. He subconsciously pulled the quilt over him, but he still felt cold.
The complexion was red and hot, and soon the blood color faded little by little, and the complexion was visibly declining.
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Prince Jing's Mansion.
Xu Jinglong held a lamp in both hands and accompanied his father Xu Wen, stepping on the wooden stairs and walking up to an attic in the dim candlelight at night.
Opening the door, it was dark in this empty attic where few people came. The doors and windows were closed.
Only a warm light in the center dispersed a small area of darkness.
The Crown Prince Xu Jinglong was curious when he saw an old man wearing a gray robe sitting cross-legged in the attic.
The old man has a frail body, a pale beard, and is extremely thin. The robe on his body looks too big.
A mourning stick was placed on the ground behind him, and a very delicate wooden coffin hung around his waist.
On the floor next to him, a strange magic circle was drawn with the blood of some unknown beast.
On each corner of the array, there is a bowl, filled with blood-colored candles, burning quietly.
In front of the old warlock, in addition to three bowls of blood, there was also a pure white "scarecrow" standing on the ground.
The scarecrow's chest and back are covered with talismans with a green background and golden lines.
At this moment, the old man was inserting a silver needle into the pure white scarecrow's head, and a strand of black hair was wrapped around the head.
Seeing the arrival of Prince Jing and his son, he did not stand up. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I have met the prince, the crown prince."
King Jing asked: "How?"
The old warlock smiled and said:
"The spell has been completed. With this hair as the medium and the right distance, I have just used the blood of a hundred people's hearts given by the prince to trigger the 'Lost God' and cast the curse.
Tonight, the ‘Sangmen Star’ appears above Zhao Duan’s head!
Oh, if it enters the world, it may still be troublesome. But since he is still in the Shenzhang realm and is a martial artist, there is no possibility of failure. ”
King Jing was delighted when he heard this:
"My king's hard work is not in vain. I ordered the secret agents to accumulate for several months, and finally saved up enough for the spell."
Although people in this era emphasized that "the body, hair and skin are influenced by their parents", they also had haircuts, so Zhao Duan's hair was not too difficult to obtain.
What is really difficult is to find other conditions that are enough to curse and kill a high-grade divine medal.
Xu Jinglong was greatly surprised: "Sangshen...could it be that this is a warlock from the White Clothes Sect?"
In the world, the largest organization that worships the "god of death" is the "White Clothes Sect", which is closely related to the Hades sect that worships the "god of death".
The spells controlled by "Sangshen" are mostly related to incantations and can interfere with people's fortunes.
Xu Jinglong was a little confused. Wasn't the person he had secretly summoned recently a warlock from the God of Law sect? Where did the guy in white appear again?
Prince Jing glanced at the Crown Prince and calmly explained his confusion:
"This is the borrowed troops from Prince Mu's Mansion."
Sent by Prince Mu’s Mansion? Yes, the Baiyimen and the Sangmenxing gang are indeed more active in Yunfu Road... Xu Jinglong thought of many things in his heart, his eyes lit up, and he said:
"My father had already made arrangements? He knew that Zhao Duan had many masters around him and it would be difficult to kill him by force, so he prepared to kill him with a curse?"
Prince Jing smiled faintly, his face flickering in the shadows:
"Hmph, even if the old woman of the Shen family doesn't come to the door, she is still preparing to execute the curse to kill her father. Tonight is the most glorious day for the Sangmen in the past few decades. With many preparations... I don't believe that boy will not die!"
Xu Jinglong said excitedly:
"The child thought that his father would tolerate him for a while. It turned out that he had already made arrangements, but... if he really dies at this time, when Xu Zhenguan arrives, will it happen..."
After His Royal Highness became excited, he frowned and felt a little uneasy.
Prince Jing looked indifferent:
"Our Majesty knows the importance, and she will not cause trouble before the ceremony. As for after the ceremony..."
The prince waited for a long time, but did not hear the second half, and felt a little nervous in his heart. Even with his identity, he had no knowledge of his father's recent arrangements and plans.
He only knew that since the beginning of the year, his father had frequently corresponded with six princes other than the "King of Huai'an", seeming to be plotting something big.
Xu Jinglong had some vague guesses, but he was not sure or asked.
Prince Jing had no intention of explaining. After he finished speaking, he looked at the old warlock from the White Clothes Sect: "How long will it take for Zhao Duan to die?"
The old warlock pondered for a moment and said:
"If it goes well, he will die tonight. If it goes wrong, he will become seriously ill and die within five days at most."
Prince Jing turned around and left:
"There is Prajna Bodhisattva beside him. If this is the case, what if we wait for another five days?"
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The next morning, the sky was still overcast.
Early in the morning, an exclamation caught the attention of many people in the yamen.
When Ning Zechen, the governor of water transportation, rushed to Zhao Duan's bedroom after hearing the news, he found that people from Lihua Hall and Wugong Hall were already crowded outside the room.
The room was also overcrowded!
Grandmasters such as Hai Gonggong and Tang Jinzhong;
The small room was filled with the personal guards such as Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, as well as close followers such as Qian Kerou.
"What's wrong with Mr. Zhao?! I heard Master Wen say that Mr. Zhao fell ill?!" Governor Ning looked anxious and shouted as he entered the room.
After taking a few steps to get through the crowd, he came to the window and saw Zhao Duan lying unconscious on the bed.
His complexion was gray, and he was lying on his back, with his upper body clothes unbuttoned, exposing his chest.
His lips were blue and purple, and his face had no color at all. He was in a coma, and his body was shivering due to the cold.
At this moment, Prajna Bodhisattva was sitting beside the bed, with a pair of translucent eyes showing a faint Buddha's light, staring at the black and purple meridian on Zhao Duan's chest, which was slowly spreading to the heart.
"Your Majesty?!" Governor Ning almost staggered as if struck by lightning, his mind exploded as he murmured: "How could he be so ill? How could he be like this?"
The divine seal is of the highest quality, not to mention that it is invulnerable to cold and heat, but it is not far off.
Overnight, he fell seriously ill, which was beyond the imagination of this second-grade official.
Eunuch Hai looked solemn, stood beside the bed and explained:
"He didn't show up on time this morning. His subordinates knocked on the door and found out that he was already like this. We just arrived a little earlier than you."
As he spoke, Prajna Bodhisattva's "wisdom eyes" dimmed, and his face showed a strange look.
"Bodhisattva, how are my masters? Why is this happening all of a sudden?" Secretary Qian Kerou asked eagerly. Shen Juan, Hou Renmeng and other close associates were also worried.
Prajna Bodhisattva looked around at the faces and said:
"Mr. Zhao is not ill, but has been cursed. If the poor nun is not mistaken, Mr. Zhao's life star was dark last night, the Sangmen star moved, and his fortune fell to the lowest point in recent times... It is suspected that he is an evil sorcerer who believes in the Sangshen. Cast a curse to kill.”
Losing your mind? Curse to kill?
"The evil sorcerer of the White Clothes Sect?"
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Lang Shiba, who was standing aside, frowned, "Is it the Shen family? Or was it done by Prince Jing's Mansion?"
Governor Ning was suddenly awakened and murmured:
"Prince Jing's Mansion! It must be Prince Jing's Mansion! There were visitors outside the Prince's Mansion yesterday... The Shen family jumped over the wall in a panic, fearing that the two sides have joined forces... Since it is a spell, it may be possible to find the evil sorcerer to unravel it. I will take people to Jing. The palace arrests people!”
After saying that, the furious governor turned around and wanted to go out with murderous intent, but heard Prajna Bodhisattva softly say:
"Governor, please stay. Not to mention whether you can break into the palace and find the caster, and whether the caster is hidden in the palace. Just saying that the spell has been completed does not mean killing the caster. Solvable.”
Governor Ning stopped and turned back slumped: "What should I do?"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up:
"The Bodhisattva can cast a spell to save me on that day, and he will surely save Ambassador Zhao!"
For a time, everyone, including Eunuch Hai, turned their expectant eyes to Prajna Bodhisattva.
For a moment, the female nun felt that she was surrounded by a pack of wolves, as if she would be hacked to death today if she even said half a word "no"——
Well, considering Zhao Duan's identity and the force of Eunuch Hai and others, this possibility is extremely high.
Under the threat of life and death, the old nun's mouth twitched and said:
"Don't worry, everyone, the poor nun will naturally try his best to rescue us, but... the situation is not as bad as imagined. In fact, even without the poor nun, Mr. Zhao can hold on until His Majesty arrives."
Seeing everyone's doubts, the female Bodhisattva raised her finger and gently pointed towards Zhao Duan's eyebrows.
The fingertips bloomed with light, and then, in full view of everyone, a cyan lotus mark suddenly lit up between Zhao Duan's eyebrows.
The mark seemed alive, rooted in his sea of consciousness, swaying gently, releasing circles of warm and constant Buddha light.
The Buddha's light was like water, spreading and washing over his body layer by layer.
"In the past, Mr. Zhao was debating scriptures in the capital. The Buddhist principles he spoke inspired the 'World Honored One' to come. Mr. Zhao was blessed by the World Honored One and planted a green lotus in the sea of consciousness. His soul was protected by the light of the Buddha. Any injury to his body could be healed by the green lotus. Give life and recover faster than ordinary people..."
Prajna patiently explained:
"It is precisely because of this Qinglian that Mr. Zhao now looks extremely ill, but his life has not been harmed. Now that the strongest period of Sangmen Star has passed, the power of the curse is slowly fading. As long as Qinglian's magic power is artificially activated, The curse will be removed and things will return to normal.”
Eunuch Hai stared at her and said calmly:
"In this case, let's ask the Bodhisattva to take action. Let's just watch and help the Bodhisattva."
The implication:
Our family is here to keep an eye on your treatment. If you dare to play tricks, such as stealing someone while you are being treated, you can watch the consequences.
Prajna Bodhisattva’s smile was stiff: “Just pay attention and pay attention.”
While she was talking, she raised her hand and took out the jade purification bottle, just like she had saved Governor Ning that day. The face of the "Medicine Master" Buddha lit up on the bottle, and the sweet rain came out of the bottle and condensed into a human form, which entered Zhao Duan's mouth.
After a moment, the green lotus between Zhao Duan's eyebrows glowed brightly, and the green lotus bloomed with the blessing of the same source of Buddhist power.
Zhao Duan's eyebrows vaguely seemed to have a third "eye" growing out. The Buddha's light spurted out and condensed into a blue lotus on the top of his head, slowly rotating.
Every time he rotated, Buddha's light shone on his body, which was almost visible to the naked eye. The gray skin gradually turned blood color, the black and purple meridians on his heart faded, and the lingering blue and purple on Zhao Duan's face faded.
When the lotus slowly disappeared and the vision dissipated, Zhao Duan slowly opened his eyes and saw faces surrounding the hospital bed. He felt briefly at a loss: "What are you..."
Then he caught a glimpse of the female Bodhisattva sitting on the bed, her ass touching his thigh intentionally or unintentionally, and he suddenly woke up!
He sat up suddenly: "Bodhisattva, please respect yourself!"
Prajna: "..."
Eunuch Hai: "..."
Everyone looked strange, and the tense atmosphere in the room eased.
Only Governor Ning didn't care at all. He was overjoyed. He stepped forward and pushed the beautiful nun away. He held Zhao Duan's hand with both hands and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty, you scared me to death!"
Zhao Duan frowned, feeling light-headed and dizzy, and said: "My body..."
"Curse." Eunuch Hai folded his sleeves with his hands and succinctly described the incident.
The White Clothes Sect’s curse-killing technique? Losing your mind?
Zhao Duan sat back on the bed, tapped his temples, and laughed at himself:
"It seems that I still don't know enough about their assassination techniques."
Well... I don't blame myself. Who told me that this is a world where magic exists? Fortunately, I have Qinglian to protect my body, and I have a Prajna with me as a "doctor".
"How am I doing?" he asked.
Prajna Bodhisattva's tone is full of resentment:
"There is no serious problem. Now that you have woken up, you can activate the sea of qi yourself, infuse the green lotus, and wash away the power of the spell. It can be washed clean in one day at most."
Zhao Duan suddenly said: "I am cured, will the practitioner know?"
Prajna thought for a while and said:
"Probably not. Even a conjurer in the human realm would have a hard time knowing it, but if he is in the heavenly realm, he would definitely be able to know."
That means I don't know... Zhao Duan nodded with satisfaction.
Governor Ning's heart moved: "What do you think?"
Zhao Duan looked around the room, smiled and said:
"I suddenly remembered that Prince Jing's Mansion has secretly received many mysterious magicians into Jianning Mansion in recent days. Presumably, this magician is also among them. It is disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. Since some people want to see me die so much, then You might as well die for him.”
Without waiting for everyone to react, Zhao Duan calmly ordered:
"The news of my awakening was sealed, and no one outside the room was allowed to know about it. The only external news was that I was terminally ill and unconscious. I relied on Prajna Bodhisattva to maintain my life with the power of the 'Medicine Master' god, and worked hard to treat me."
"Governor Ning, take Lang Shiba and Ji Yue to Prince Jing's Mansion, and pose as if you want to raise an army to punish the guilty, but don't really start a fight.
After you come back, continue to suppress the Shen family. Don't stop. You must show your determination and momentum to kill the Shen family in front of the entire Jianning Mansion officials...
Oh, if I die, you won't be able to explain to His Majesty, so the crazier you are at this time, the more the outside world will believe that I am really going to die... And the Prince Jing's Mansion and the Shen family will be more inclined to a defensive strategy..."< br>
"Eunuch Hai, I have to ask you to go away, avoid the surveillance eyes and ears, and contact someone... She will help us find out the location of the group of warlocks..."
Zhao Duan sat on the hospital bed and calmly issued orders one after another.
Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect his counterattack to be so fast.
"Is your Majesty planning to use your serious illness to distract the enemy, make them relax their vigilance, secretly find out where the sorcerers are, and destroy them?" Governor Ning looked at him almost in amazement.
Suddenly, I understood a little bit why Zhao Duan was able to make great achievements repeatedly.
This calculating and scheming knowledge, which turns passivity into initiative, is beyond the reach of others.
Zhao Duan smiled, his eyes showing an emotionless coldness:
"If you want to kill me, you should be prepared to learn a painful lesson. Is your reputation as a man who will retaliate against you really a lie?"
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On that day, the news that Zhao Duan suddenly fell seriously ill and was terminally ill spread like a whirlwind throughout the entire Jianning Mansion.
Countless dignitaries came to visit, but most of them were blocked outside. Only a few were allowed to visit. After they came out, they shook their heads repeatedly and confirmed that Ambassador Zhao had a lifeless look on his face and seemed to be dying soon.
Ning Zechen also led a group of people to break into Prince Jing's Mansion, but as expected found nothing.
This local official showed superb acting skills belonging to an officialdom veteran.
For a moment, everyone realized that the storm was coming, and when His Majesty's dragon boat arrived at Jianning Mansion, there would be a huge earthquake like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.
No one noticed that "Wen Liang", the gold medal shadow guard stationed in the city, also quietly sent the news of Zhao Duan's serious illness to the "Qingshan Falcon", the bird used for emergency communication, to the north quickly.
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On the canal, huge dragon boats cut through the waves.
Head towards the built road.
Surrounding the dragon boat, there are "guard fleets" protecting the left and right.
On the wide deck, Xu Zhenguan walked out of the cabin and looked up at the gray sky.
In the clouds, an eagle-like bird named Qingshan Falcon flapped its wings, protruded out of the clouds, and fell towards the deck like an arrow. It was caught in the empress's delicate white hands.
Xu Zhenguan took out an urgent report from the copper tube tied to the falcon's leg and slowly unfolded it.
The text on the letter comes into view:
"Zhao Duan, on the verge of death!"
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