Chapter 104: Real Person Yu Heng (with pictures)
"Hehe, hehehehe..."
A low roar came from Fayuan's throat.
As if he was having a flashback, his drooping head suddenly raised his head and stared at Zheng Yi, who was sitting not far away.
"Emperor Zhengyong! Emperor Zhengyong! How dare you treat my Buddha like this! Aren't you afraid that my Buddha will rain down the fire that will burn the sky!"
Zheng Yi shook his head and said: "If Master Fayuan only has so much to say, then I'd better come and see you next time."
He stood up and wanted to leave here.
Zheng Yi couldn't help but admire Fayuan for being able to persist for so long.
Ordinary people can only last up to six or seven days in prison, and then they will suffer from mental disorder, cerebral hemorrhage, cerebral blood vessel rupture and death.
As for Fayuan, he actually persisted for seventeen days!
You have not slept for seventeen days, you are indeed a cultivator!
You know, after breaking through the seven-day prison limit, every moment was torture, but Fayuan actually persisted for seventeen days.
What a miracle!
I just don’t know if other cultivators can persist for longer?
Fayuan said angrily: "Stop! Stop for me, Buddha!"
"What are you going to do! Buddha, I came to the capital to save my life, but you actually treat me like this!"
Zheng Yi shook his head and said: "Master Fayuan, stop struggling, there are many things I want to know."
"For example, your origin, how you obtained the cultivation skills, how you became the abbot of Tianlong Temple? And whether you have other accomplices, etc..."
"I want to know all this information!"
"You...!"
Zheng Yi smiled lightly and said: "Master Fayuan, you have not slept for seventeen days. If you can tell this, I will let you rest, how about it?"
"One word?"
"Of course!"
"Huh, huhu..."
Fayuan stared at Zheng Yi fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! I will promise you this!"
"If you dare to deceive a cultivator, even if I become a ghost, I will not forgive you!"
At this moment, his mind was very confused, he didn't know where to start, and his breathing began to speed up.
I just feel hot all over my body, especially the blood vessels around my head that are bulging and bulging, which is extremely ferocious.
"Mr. Chen, light this incense."
A young eunuch walked out from behind Zheng Yi, holding a wooden plate in his hand.
On the wooden plate, there is an exquisitely shaped sandalwood stick.
This incense is called Qingshen Incense, which has the effect of calming the nerves and stabilizing the mind. He also got it from Cui Xiabing.
It is also Cui Xiabing's training auxiliary prop. She only uses it when she breaks through and cherishes it very much.
"No!"
Mr. Chen lit the Qingshen Incense, and a faint fragrance lingered around him. Everyone who smelled this fragrance felt relaxed and happy, and their hands and feet felt lighter.
"Refreshing fragrance?"
Fayuan also slowly raised his head, showing a strange smile.
"There is indeed a monk behind you."
"Zhao Xizheng? Or who?"
"I didn't expect that Lord Buddha and I would meet fellow practitioners in this extraordinary place. It's really..."
Zheng Yi interrupted him and said: "My heart is devoted to immortality, and I have been looking for immortality since a few years ago. If Master Fayuan could not hesitate to teach me at that time, maybe I would be the master of Dayu by now."
"It's a pity that Master Fayuan is going to do that desperate thing. I can only make this decision."
Fayuan shook his head vigorously and said: "Are you taking risks? That's all, don't you just want to know the secret of the poor monk? The poor monk will tell you right now."
"The poor monk's real name is Gao Zhijian. He was originally just a fisherman on the beach. When he was a child, he went fishing with his father..."
After some narration, Zheng Yi quickly learned the background of Fayuan.
According to what he said, when he was fishing when he was a child, he accidentally dug out a golden jade pendant from the belly of a big fish. His father gave it to Fayuan and wore a red headband for Fayuan to hang around his neck.
He has been wearing it as a pendant for seven or eight years.
Unexpectedly, during a fight with other fishing village tyrants, he was stabbed in the shoulder with a harpoon, and blood dripped on the jade pendant.
He then fell into a coma.
In his coma, a giant golden Buddha figure appeared in his mind, constantly muttering sutras in a low voice.
At that time, Gao Zhijian was also influenced by this sutra and followed him in chanting sutras.
When he woke up, seven days later, the wounds on his body were intact and he recovered.
And the phantom of the giant Buddha in his mind also disappeared.
However, he firmly remembered that sutra in his mind. The name of the sutra was "The Sutra of Bodhisattvas of the Ten Directions to Save Suffering".
Then he chanted sutras hard every day, which caused his body to grow rapidly, and mana fluctuations appeared in his Dantian.
It was not until he entered Tianlong Temple that he realized that he was embarking on the path of cultivation.
The method he practices is Buddhism.
After learning about it, the abbot of Tianlong Temple and many elders quickly accepted him as a true disciple and taught him with all their strength.
Together with the temple-protecting ritual tools that Tianlong Temple had preserved for hundreds of years, they were also given to him for use.
Vajra beads.
After more than thirty years of practice, his cultivation has reached the fourth level of Qi training, and he has mastered Buddhism and has become the true master of Tianlong Temple.
After hearing Fa Yuan tell his past, Zheng Yi frowned and said, "Where are Qian Huan Glaze Paintings?"
"Don't tell me, that Qianhuan Glazed Painting was also given to you by the old monk of Tianlong Temple?"
Fayuan whispered: "The Qianhuan Glaze Painting was not given to the poor monk by the old monk of Tianlong Temple, but it was also obtained from Tianlong Temple."
"After I, a poor monk, stepped into the fourth level of Qi training, I also cultivated the Buddhist clairvoyance, which is the so-called 'spiritual eye' in Taoism. I can see clearly all things containing spiritual energy."
"This Qianhuan Glazed Painting was found by the poor monk from the Pharmacist Glazed Buddha Hall in the side hall of Tianlong Temple. It has the effect of confusing people's hearts, so the poor monk named it Qianhuan Glazed Painting."
"Thousand Fantasy Glazed Paintings?"
Zheng Yi murmured, and his tone suddenly tightened: "Where is that jade pendant, which records the "Bodhisattva of the Ten Directions" to save suffering, where is it?"
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
Fayuan suddenly coughed violently, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You, come here, there are too many people here, I, I will only tell you one person." "Seriously?"
Zheng Yi seemed to be moved, got up and walked towards the source of the law: "Tell me quickly, as long as you tell me the whereabouts of the jade pendant, I will let you go, and even let you be my national advisor in Dayu..."< br>
"That jade pendant is right there...why did you stop?"
Fayuan suddenly struggled, but was chained all over, and said angrily: "You go forward! If you take one more step, Lord Buddha, I will tell you where the jade pendant is!"
"Come here quickly!"
Zheng Yi, who had only taken three or four steps, stopped and sneered: "Just say it here, I can hear you."
"You, you, you are a dog emperor...!"
"Poof!"
Suddenly Fayuan roared angrily, biting the tip of his tongue violently, and his mouth was immediately filled with rich blood and minced meat.
"Lord Buddha, I am a monk, and I am imprisoned by you and other mere mortals. Even if I become a ghost, Lord Buddha, I will never spare you...!"
"Ah!"
He suddenly opened his mouth and vomited, and a stream of rich blood immediately turned into a blood arrow and shot towards Zheng Yi.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Chen Liancang was well prepared and immediately turned into a phantom and stood in front of Zheng Yi.
The internal energy of the whole body circulated and turned into energy, which immediately blocked the blood arrow.
With a 'bang' sound, the blood arrow exploded immediately and turned into a large amount of blood mist.
Almost at the same time, Zheng Yi immediately gave an order in his heart, and the several blood moon Gu lying on Fayuan immediately opened their mouths and bit into his body viciously.
Especially the three Blood Moon Gu on the neck, temples and back of the cervical vertebrae, completely cut off the source of the law in just a few breaths.
"Do you want a fatal blow? It's a pity that I won't give you this chance!"
Zheng Yi looked at Fayuan's body indifferently and said casually: "Get a coward to cut open his body for me to see if there is anything hidden inside."
"No!"
Then he asked: "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"
"Return to Your Majesty."
Chen Liancang said: "The source of the law has long been weak, his spiritual thoughts have dried up, and his mana has been exhausted. This last blow is to use his remaining essence and blood. It is just strong on the outside and strong on the inside. The old slave is fine."
"That's fine..."
As Zheng Yizheng was talking, he suddenly felt stunned. An illusory figure suddenly appeared in the darkness and rushed towards him viciously.
"Emperor Dog, if you destroy my body, Lord Buddha, I will kill you today even if my body and soul are destroyed...!"
Zheng Yi's eyes changed.
ghost?
Or say?
In the midst of his thoughts, the evil ghost suddenly pounced into Zheng Yi's body and rushed towards his sea of consciousness.
This is... seizing the body!
However, within less than two breaths of time when this ghost rushed to Zheng Yi, there was only a scream, and then disappeared without a trace, without any breath.
"Ha... you want to take my body?"
Zheng Yi sneered. He also learned about the monk's seizure of the body from Cui Xiabing.
If a monk wants to seize the body before death, he must ensure that his spiritual thoughts are sufficient.
At least, don't lose much.
But as for Fayuan, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he had been tortured by the prisoner for more than half a month, so his spiritual thoughts had long been completely consumed.
I was able to say so many words just now because of the effect of the refreshing incense.
When the fuel is exhausted, he wants to seize the body. He is lucky to be able to maintain the three-dimensional soul.
Even if there is no Yin Yang treasure mirror in Zheng Yi's consciousness, he can't resist Zheng Yi's spirit, and he can't succeed in seizing the body at all!
"Mr. Chen, I'll leave this place to you."
"No!"
After returning to Bai Yujing, Zheng Yi took out the Thousand Fantasy Glazed Painting and looked at it carefully.
This scroll is about nine feet long and ten inches wide. It is bright yellow in color and has fine cloud and mist patterns on both sides of the scroll.
Unfortunately, there is no content on this scroll, it is just blank.
"Now that the source of the law is dead, no one controls the prohibitions on this scroll. I will use the water mill to slowly grind them away. Even if it takes a year, ten years, a hundred years, etc., I am not afraid!"
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After thinking for a while, Zheng Yi collected the thousand fantasy glazed paintings and placed them in the secret room.
Immediately, he summoned a sedan chair and set off for Yuheng Palace.
Yuheng Palace is the palace of Yuheng Zhenren, the female crown prince who was born in Taiyiyi during the show girl election two years ago.
This girl has an indifferent nature, is quiet and far-reaching, and is almost indifferent to the world.
Since entering the palace, she has practiced quietly in Yuheng Palace, rarely showing up, and not having any conflicts with other concubines.
In the past two years, Zheng Yi has only seen her once during major festivals every year.
It seems that the last time we met was on the night of Yuan Dynasty.
The moon and stars were sparse, and Zheng Yi slowly stepped into Yuheng Palace.
Yuheng Palace was specially built by Zheng Yi, and its style is more like a Taoist palace, full of fairy style.
Under the moonlight, a woman wearing a green robe and a crown was standing quietly in the courtyard.
He has a face like a Bodhisattva, with an indifferent expression, calm eyes, and a little lotus flower between his eyebrows.
Holding a jade-white fly whisk, his hands are as delicate as jade, and they seem to be covered with a veil under the moonlight.
Zheng Yi's eyes almost turned straight. He didn't expect that a woman wearing a Taoist robe covering her whole body would have such a strange aura.
Or... fun?
"My concubine, Zhuang Yuheng, has met Your Majesty!"
Seeing Zheng Yi walking in, Zhuang Yuheng bowed his head.
Zheng Yi took two quick steps, took Zhuang Yuheng's warm little hand and said, "My beloved, you don't need to be polite."
Then he looked up and down Zhuang Yuheng's Taoist robe, and asked curiously: "Why do you still wear Taoist robes in the palace? Didn't I remember that I gave you a lot of palace clothes last time?"
Master Yu Heng allowed Zheng Yi to hold his hands, and said without sadness or joy on his face: "Your Majesty expresses your love. Compared with palace attire, ministers and concubines are more likely to wear Taoist robes."
"Yeah, that's right, I also like Taoist robes..."
(End of chapter)