On the giant chariot, Kangxi was sitting upright, looking up behind Wang Chuanzhen.
Behind 'Wang Chuanzhen', the 'Nuwa Archway' stands majestically.
He withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, and casually glanced at Yin Reng, who had already stepped onto the chariot and knelt down beside him. His hand was dripping with blood and several fingers were broken at the root. He did not care about the mutilation of the crown prince's limbs. care.
Such damage is nothing to the Qing royal family and they can make up for it at will.
Kangxi picked up the swaddling baby on the dragon chair.
The swaddling baby, looking at Kangxi's old face with age spots, was frightened and burst into tears.
He didn't care about the cry of the baby in his arms, and handed the baby directly to the hands of the great monk of the Mizog Region who was waiting under the chariot. The great monk of the Mizog Domain held the swaddle wrapped in coarse cloth and walked to a high slope.
The great monk in red clothes built a mani pile on the high slope, then took the baby out of the swaddling clothes and placed the naked baby next to the mani pile.
He allowed the baby to cry and struggle beside the mani pile, while he sat cross-legged next to it, turning the string of beads with all his heart, moving his lips, and recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra.
"Om mani padme hum."
"Om mani padme hum."
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The chanting sounds were so low that they were almost inaudible, echoing with the sound of wind in the deep sloping valley surrounding the giant tomb.
"Om mani padme hum..."
The echoes grew louder and louder.
The entire Nine Mountains world seemed to be shaken by this huge reverberation. Countless clay statues piled up in the sloping valley rolled like a layer of wavy plates. The golden blood flowing from the giant tombs painted the mountains and fields at a faster speed. .
Ripples appeared in the deserted golden river.
All the streams of golden blood are converging towards the old monk on the hillside - towards the crying baby beside him!
The sky is gray.
The valley is golden.
Both gray and gold exude the same dead silence.
That wailing baby is the only life in this desolate world.
The great monk of the Secret Realm closed his mouth, and the golden streams that gathered around him began to retreat towards their respective sources.
He put the baby back into the swaddling clothes, held the swaddling clothes in his arms, walked to the huge carriage again, held the swaddling clothes in both hands, and handed the still whimpering baby into the hands of Emperor Kangxi.
After Kangxi caught the child, the great monk of the Mizog region knelt down in front of the chariot: "Your Majesty, this child's destiny is indeed to continue the bloodline of 'Zhonghuang'.
You were absolutely right to choose him to be your ‘body’.”
After hearing the monk's words, Yin Reng, who was sitting on the side of the chariot, and the princes who were as quiet as quails under the chariot, all intentionally or unintentionally cast their eyes on the baby in Kangxi's arms.
Kangxi held the child in his arms, and a smile finally appeared on his thin and long face.
He looked at Yin Reng, who was sitting on his knees and waiting on his side, and said aloud: "I have settled my matter. I can reshape myself in the 'Heavenly Mother Wheel' and extend my life span for another five hundred years. From now on, I can specialize in practice. It has evolved into the 'Heavenly Mother's Great Wheel World'.
As for worldly matters, I will leave them to you from now on."
After listening to Kangxi's words, Yinreng lowered his body, bowed on one knee and said, "I don't dare."
When the princes around Chengyu heard Kangxi's words, they all withdrew their gazes and lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.
'Wang Chuanzhen' stood in front of the green-roofed sedan, watching with interest the reactions of the Crown Prince Yin Reng and the princes present, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Now take out the part of the 'ancient scrolls' that you each have in your hands." Kangxi said to the princes surrounding Chengyu.
When the princes heard this, they looked shocked for a moment.
The news that they had the "Xuanyuan Ancient Scrolls" was only known to the slaves who had made a life contract with each other, and it had never been spread to the outside world. But now, when "Khan Amma" opened his mouth, he made them understand that all their previous calculations were over.
Khan Ama had a panoramic view.
Several princes were even more frightened and did not dare to disobey in the slightest, so they each handed over part of their collection of 'Xuanyuan Ancient Scrolls'.
The so-called "Xuanyuan Ancient Scroll" is actually a complete animal skin scroll divided into several parts. It is now held by the princes, and even Kangxi holds a fragment of Xuanyuan Scroll.
The eight ancient scrolls were pieced together into a "Map of Xuanyuan Tomb" with one missing piece.
Kangxi stared at the missing part of the ancient scroll and frowned slightly.
He didn't say anything. Among the pseudo-servants surrounding him, a tall and thin house slave cautiously approached the chengyu and handed something in his hand to the monk who was waiting under the chengyu. The monk presented it to him.
Arrive at the chariot.
Kangxi pieced the piece of leather scroll together to the missing part of the "Map of Xuanyuan Tomb", and the entire map was finally pieced together. He looked down at Chengyu, the tall and thin man who had sent back the last fragment of Xuanyuan Tomb.
slave.
The tall and thin servant was also very smart, and without him having to ask questions, he knelt down and said repeatedly: "Your Majesty!
This is what my master, An Mutu, sent to me... This thing was originally kept by the eighth prince, who later gave it to my master, and now it is in the hands of your majesty..."
"Where is the Eighth Prince?"
Kangxi heard the slave's somewhat incoherent words and glanced around.
Around the giant throne, the eight princes looked at their noses and their noses, while the old god stood on the ground with his head bowed. Among them, there was no sign of the eighth prince Yinhu.
The tall and thin slave kneeling on the ground explained a few words to Kangxi with a trembling voice: "My master said that the eighth prince has been ill recently and has been recuperating at home..."
"Lao Ba is a good person and won't go around causing trouble for me.
Unlike his brothers!"
Kangxi tapped the princes around him with his fingers, and looked at the tall and thin servant kneeling on the ground, with a smile on his face: "He is willing to let his men return the ancient scrolls to me. After all, he has a few
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The Manchu official who was called by Kangxi knelt down in front of the chariot and said respectfully: "I am here."
"What is the title of the Eighth Prince now?"
"The Eighth Prince should now hold the title of Dorobele."
"I understand."
Kangxi nodded and asked Ma Qi to stand up. He turned to look at the tall and thin slave under Chengyu and asked: "What's your name?"
"The slave's name is Hutabu!"
"Okay, Hutabu, you are quite smart. When you go back, do a good job in front of your master." Kangxi casually encouraged the kneeling 'Hutabu' with a few words. After hearing what Emperor Kangxi said, everyone cast envious glances at 'Khutabu'.
‘Khutabu’ looked particularly trembling. After kneeling down to thank Emperor Kangxi, he slowly backed away and returned to ‘Anmutu’.
The 'Khutabu' of today is naturally different from the one of the past.
His real name should be 'Wang Antai'.
Anmutu looked at the slave who came back with a smile on his face. He also reached out and patted 'Wang Antai' on the shoulder and said: "Khutabu, you did a good job!
When I get back, I will reward you well!"
The confused 'Khutabu' suddenly became flattered after hearing what his master said.
He didn't seem to have expected at all that he was just passing something on behalf of his master. How could he get praise or even a reward from his master when he came back?
Seeing his unresponsive expression, Anmutu's smile grew wider: "You are really one of my blessed generals!
If the Eighth Prince knows what happened today, he will reward you well.
Hutabu, please go back and rest first!"
Fortunately, the Eighth Prince had the foresight to never directly participate in this fight. He has been hiding behind the scenes. Now, the eight princes are fighting under His Majesty's nose. Each of them has been ordered to shut himself up and reflect on his past mistakes. Only the Eighth Prince is now being treated by His Majesty. He praised him a few times, and even specifically asked him what rank he was in at the moment——
If nothing else goes wrong, after this incident, the Eighth Prince may not be promoted to a noble title, and he may be promoted to the title of King of Duoluo County from Doro Belle!
This is a great achievement. If the eighth prince can be promoted to a noble title for this, Anmutu's reward will naturally be indispensable. And if Hutabu has done a good job in spreading the word, Anmutu will naturally leave a reward to his domestic slaves.
——He had previously ordered Hutabu to deliver Xuanyuan's fragments, but he never thought that Hutabu would come back alive. After all, God's will is unpredictable, and the man with unpredictable origins broke through the formation set up by the court officials and escaped. No one can be sure of what I am feeling today. But if I happen to get into trouble with His Majesty when I go to deliver the message, not to mention whether Anmutu himself will be implicated, the slave who goes to deliver the message will definitely die!
Fortunately, the final result is good.
Khutab answered honestly, which can be regarded as a great achievement.
Thoughts were racing in Anmutu's mind, and he looked at the 'Khutabu' in front of him.
"Khutabu" - Wang Antai bowed in response and returned to the team.
He lowered his head and grinned inadvertently, as if he finally realized that he was lucky this time!