Chapter 410 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 29
Chapter 410 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 29
Huge dark clouds have formed where the sea surface is not high, and they appear to be falling at any time.
Jun Ziwu noticed that Fuchen looked different from the previous woman and did not take the initiative to say hello.
Instead, Fuchen noticed his gaze and smiled at Junziwu.
The prince just thought of being polite, then he smiled and said, "Come and sit anytime."
An army appeared at the mouth of the sea.
"Uncle Huang." A man who looked like a beggar shouted to Junzi Wu.
A gentleman cannot pretend not to have heard.
The Eighteen Arhats finished pretending to be human, closed the door, and the golden pagoda slowly disappeared in the air.
The monk said to Fuchen, "I need to go back and send him to Foxin Temple." Looking at the sea, it was self-evident.
Fuchen nodded and looked at Jun Ziwu, "Has the west canal been built?"
The gentleman nodded silently, "Today is the completion date."
Fuchen nodded, transformed into a golden dragon and flew in front of the dark clouds, and Xiao Hei also transformed into a black dragon to follow.
"This, this, this..." The second prince Ying Kun fell to the ground, looked at the dragons and dragons flying in the sky, patted his face, and asked the prince, "Emperor, uncle, is this true?"
His uncle stepped over him and left directly, completely ignoring him. He led the army to Wushan.
Close to Wushan, the only way to travel is by boat.
Jun Ziwu got off the boat, climbed to the top of the mountain, and stared at the gathering water.
The floating dust dispersed the three water dragons, and a small part of the water flowed into the East China Sea, while most of the water slowly gathered in the valley and will also flow into the East China Sea.
The rising water at this time has smaller waves and gurgling water.
A gentleman does not think about other things.
"Your Majesty, two black turtles have been found." The subordinate reported.
Junzi Wu thought for a while and decided in an instant, "Guide all the valley water from the East China Sea here."
"Your Majesty?" The subordinate didn't know. He looked up and saw the prince's cold eyes. He immediately lowered his head and said, "I obey your order."
It was already the second day when the second prince waded through Kunba Mountain and arrived at Wushan Mountain. He only saw a large amount of water pouring into two deep ditches. The emperor's uncle was standing on a large stone covered with weeds. Look closely.
Some lines can be seen, which seem to be some kind of sculpture.
Ying Kun tried his best to take a look and suspected it was some kind of animal.
Sacrifice requires animals. Every year, the royal sacrifice Ying Kun also sees a lot of them.
Ying Kun wanted to get closer to confirm, but a cold feeling immediately appeared on the knife - a bayonet appeared on his neck, threatening his life.
Ying Kun didn't dare to move and could only use his eyes to ask for help, "Uncle Huang..."
All the imperial guards he led were under control. Now he was completely like a lamb to be slaughtered, begging for a little tenderness to spare his life.
The gentleman ignored it and observed the water flow. The water flow continued slowly.
Ying Kun couldn't get close, so he could only retreat and stand at a distance. The depths of his consciousness told him: If he wants to survive, he must cheer up now.
Ying Kun observed hard and stopped getting closer.
On the third day, all the water stopped.
Ying Kun saw Junzi Wu turning the black turtle and then cutting off the turtle's tail. The "Bata" sound of the mechanism sounded, and the original sound of gurgling water disappeared.
Ying Kun felt bad. This vision made him put together the golden dragons from the previous two days.
Jun Ziwu stood on the stone. The grass and moss on it had been cleaned up, revealing the original texture.
You can tell it's a black turtle at a glance.
Not one, but two.
Jun Ziwu cut off the tails of both black tortoises, and ordered people to form a formation in front of Wushan Mountain to kill all the imperial guards.
Ying Kun's legs were completely weak.
He didn't know what Jun Ziwu wanted to do, but he knew that this was the head of the dragon's veins, and he could guess that Jun Ziwu killed the imperial guards he brought here for sacrifice.
He will also be a sacrifice.
Jun Ziwu glanced down at Ying Kun, and Ying Kun immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Spare my life, uncle! Imperial uncle!"
In terms of sacrifice, the life of the prince is more effective than the life of the imperial guard.
The prince ignored the messy second prince beside him and walked straight past. Then he led his people to continue processing in the mountains.
No one was watching over Ying Kun, and Ying Kun didn't dare to move. He stayed in the army obediently until Junzi Wu led his troops back to the city.
Ying Kun stayed alone in Wushan. He made sure there was no one around before leaving in panic.
You can't stay in the palace any longer, people will die.
As I ran, a bold idea flashed in my mind.
This idea was too absurd for him, but if he...if he wanted to be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life, he should do this.
Sometimes life choices can be wrong many times, but big decisions can change a person's destiny in an instant.
Ying Kun wanted to seize his destiny.
Royal Palace.
Everyone saw the golden dragon and the black dragon.
The emperor and the ministers discussed how to capture the golden dragon or invite the golden dragon to be a guest. It would be best to ask him to guard the palace.
The ministers discussed the three plans intensively, and they were still not finished until night.
The golden dragon symbolizes the dynasty and the emperor.
How can people not be excited?
Jun Ziwu was stopped by Ying Kun a hundred miles away from the imperial city.
"Your Majesty, stop!" he shouted.
The gentleman did not turn his head and looked at Ying Kun coldly.
Being able to keep up with their speed is also an ability.
Ying Kun didn't know that he was recognized for all his hard work.
"The emperor is going to the palace during this trip?" Ying Kun knelt down and heard the subtle sound of a sword being unsheathed as he spoke. He forced himself to hold back his trembling fear and continued, "I, I can help your majesty.
"
All gentlemen speak with deep eyes and wait.
"The one in the palace has been guarding against Your Majesty for a long time. The purpose of sending ministers out this time is to supervise Your Majesty. In other words, the one in the palace trusts the minister more. If the minister is in front of the team, Your Majesty can easily enter the imperial city and even the palace. Yes.
Since I am here, Your Majesty can reduce your troops by one thousand." Ying Kun said.
Jun Ziwu looked at him indifferently, "You can say such treacherous words. The man in the palace is your father."
Ying Kun said coldly, "There is no family affection in the palace. He is the emperor. Even if I am his son, I can be sacrificed at any time. As far as I am concerned, he can naturally be sacrificed."
"What do you want?" The gentleman asked no more questions and just wanted the result.
"I want an idle throne to guard the imperial mausoleum from generation to generation." Ying Kun raised his head and said.
He had thought about it, instead of staying away from the imperial city and becoming a commoner, he would be better off as an idle prince. He was not smart enough to care about strategizing, and he did not want his descendants to fight to the death for the throne. It was better to stay safe and guard the imperial mausoleum, and the family could live in peace.
.
Junzi Wu finally took a serious look at the people on the ground.
Unexpectedly, I still have some brains at the critical moment. I know how to retreat to advance.
The gentleman didn't wave his hand. The soldiers came out and grabbed Ying Kun, stuffed a poison into his mouth, and then pushed him to the front.
In front of the Imperial City.
"Who is under the city?" the soldiers asked. They saw the banner of the prince.
"Open your eyes wide and see who I am!" Ying Kun showed the majesty of the second prince and took out the prince's token.
A person walked out of the small door, confirmed to be the second prince, and gestured to open the city gate.
Ying Kun entered the imperial city directly.
The gentleman entered without following, but his troops were not allowed to enter.
Ying Kun quietly walked beside Jun Ziwu and suggested in a low voice, "Your Majesty, why don't we make a surprise attack late at night. At this time, the person in the palace will definitely ask me for questioning, and then I can open the palace door for your majesty. Your majesty only needs to wait outside the palace.
That’s it.”
The gentleman nodded silently and asked Ying Kun to leave.
Behind Ying Kun, there were ten shadows disappearing into the black.
Jun Ziwu raised his head and glanced at the city gate guard. The guard looked at Jun Ziwu and nodded slightly.
The gentleman is expressionless and goes back to the royal palace to wait.
Time is always slow when depressed.
The sun sets, ushering in the dark night.
Jun Ziwu stood in the courtyard and waited silently.
There are still two hours of dawn.
"You're here." Jun Ziwu suddenly said.
A man walks out of the darkness.
The secret guard beside him threw out a hidden weapon.
Gentleman Wu waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to attack.
The man raised his head, stretched out his hand to throw away the hidden weapon, walked up to Jun Ziwu, and said, "I will help you become emperor."
The gentleman does not look at this person, this person is the black dragon Xiaohei. It is a one-sided relationship.
But he also knows how the black dragon became a dragon and how he deceived Longyan from Fuchen.
No gentleman is surprised by this person's arrival. He also knows the reason very well.
He needs to overcome the tribulation and become a real dragon.
You have a greater chance of success with your own prince.
If he becomes emperor tonight, this black dragon will also have the opportunity to ascend easily in the future.
You can really find the opportunity. It only takes one night.
The gentleman all answered, but asked, "Where is the floating dust?"
"We left after it rained in the arid areas of the west. She went to Foxin Temple, and I came here." Xiao Hei said lightly.
They have different faces, similar expressions, and are both cold.
Junzi nodded, turned around and left without answering. The secret guards followed and left, leaving only two to comfort and monitor Xiao Hei.
Bai jumped down from the cloud and said worriedly, "Hei."
"Nothing." Hei said.
You don’t have to jump over the dragon gate, you can also help the dragon stabilize the dragon palace.
At the second watch (three o'clock in the middle of the night), all the troops gathered at the two palace gates outside the palace.
Jun Yingkun took the "token" he had just obtained and asked someone to open the palace door.
At the third watch, all the officials got up and went to court, only to find that the palace door was closed. When the palace door was opened, there was already a river of blood.
In the main hall, the prince is kneeling and the emperor is lying down. The prince points his sword at the emperor. All the ministers have long swords hanging around their necks.
"You, you can't kill me..." The emperor trembled.
The prince pointed his finger at the second prince Jun Yingkun, "You ungrateful trash, how could you do this to your father and me? He is your father and I am your brother!"
"Ha." Jun Yingkun smiled, "Are you the emperor? Do you know who the golden dragon was friends with yesterday? It was him!" Ying Kun pointed at Jun Ziwu, "The person who agrees with the golden dragon is the common master of the world! He is ours.
Your Majesty!" He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Ying Kun, kowtow to Your Majesty."
When the emperor saw this, he was furious, "I am the emperor of Dongling Kingdom! I am your imperial brother! It was I who trained you! Without me, you are nothing!" He pointed at Jun Yingkun and said, "You are just a pig.
, I would rather give birth to a beast than give birth to you!"
Jun Yingkun rolled his eyes and said, "It would be a wonder in the world if you could have children."
Ying Kun had been neglected for many years. He had to stop him when things were difficult, and the prince was responsible for good things. His life was in danger from time to time. He had already had enough of this kind of differential treatment.
The ministers outside the city didn't know what was going on. Even if they speculated about forcing the palace, they could only speak words and had no troops to resist.
The gentleman didn't talk nonsense, he cut off the emperor's hands and feet, and then beheaded the prince with a sword.
Two people were lying on the ground, one was unconscious and the other was dead.
"Take him into the backyard to retire." The gentleman said nothing. As for the prince, he didn't even look at it.
The gentleman did not go up the steps and sat directly on the dragon chair. In the palace, the soldiers put down their weapons and shouted, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."
Outside the palace, the ministers were put in. When they saw the unprocessed corpses and blood on the ground, they were frightened one after another.
In order to show his loyalty, Ying Kun knelt down again and said, "I will pay my respects to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
The ministers finally reacted and quickly knelt down, "Long live my emperor!"
The new emperor Junziwu changed his surname to "Jiang" and he changed it to Jiang Ziwu.
Regarding this approach, the minister understood that the new emperor hated the old emperor and wanted to separate the relationship. It happened that the old emperor lost his temper and cursed people, and the new emperor had his tongue pulled out, and he died soon after.
The ministers dared to be angry but dare not speak out. How they used to be servile and servile to the late emperor, now they are trembling and waiting for the orders of the new emperor.
A month later, after the new emperor ascended the throne and paid homage to his ancestors, he changed his route and went to the "Four Sea Buddha Heart" Temple. He decreed that "Four Sea Buddha Heart" would be designated as the "Holy Temple". Anyone who steals or insults the monks and spiritual herbs in the temple will be punished by the East.
Enemies of the Ling Kingdom. Note below: All creatures in heaven and earth, not just humans.
This edict was posted in all the markets and on the trees in the forest.
There must be an edict almost every hundred meters away.
When Fuchen saw the edict, he exclaimed, "This... is so heroic. He treats the world as his own territory. I don't even dare to say that." When he said this, the new emperor was beside him.
Jiang Ziwu squinted his eyes at Fuchen without any courtesy, slightly displeased.
Fuchen didn't care at all. He asked curiously, "Hey, why did you change your last name?"
The emperor's change of the country's surname is similar to the change of the country's name. This is a mild version of changing the dynasty. But Fu Chen feels that it has another meaning.
That Feng Shui formation must have some other meaning.
"It's nothing." The new emperor was too lazy to say, and just picked up the brush and filled it with ink.
Fuchen picked up the inkstone and made it convenient for Jiang Ziwu.
The two of them were sitting on the steps of the mountain behind Foxin Temple. It was sparsely populated and was the path used by novice monks to carry water. Below was a long staircase that led deep into the forest.
Green mountains and green waters, bright sunshine and pure land, too quiet.
The guards cleared the place so that the two of them could chat.
The two met three times, and their emotions were somewhat different.
For the first time, the two of them were curious about each other. Jiang Zi was in a state of confusion.
The second time, the two fought against each other with courtesy and distance.
The third time we met now, there was also a slight distance between them.
One is the lord of a country, and the other is a spiritual being in the world. Each one is more noble than the other. Neither dares to guess how much affection the other person has.
"How is the holy monk?" Jiang Ziwu asked. Behind him, a eunuch came to carry back the memorial he had reviewed.
Fuchen sighed, "I went into seclusion. I don't know what's going on."
She thought of her mission. She had no idea where the little monk needed to be rescued.
He doesn't look like a possessed person at all. How could he become possessed if he only cares about the world?
And his name: Mu Shen. Is it related to him?
What is that sense of familiarity that you feel before entering a mission?
Why can I feel that familiar feeling now?
What is that kind of familiarity and trust between souls?
There are also these inexplicable villain missions... Fuchen is starting to get bored with missions.
Meeting is fate. If souls are attracted to each other, why not stay here?
What if she returns to heaven? She is not a little fairy yet, drinking and having fun by the fairy pond every day, muddle along?
Fuchen took a deep breath. He could feel that the wounds in his heart were being healed through encounters with his fathers again and again.
"Don't worry." Jiang Zi didn't see her sad face and said softly, "He is a holy monk, and he has the Buddha's heart and relics in his body. He is destined to become a Buddha. How can something happen?"
Fuchen turned around and had no objection to this monarch. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Hey, you know very well."
Jiang Ziwu smiled and said, "Foxin Temple contains Buddhist bead relics, and they are Buddha heart relics. This has been a tacit fact for thousands of years. But when will you become a god?"
"I'll become a god? It's early." Fuchen straightened his body and lay down, lifting Erlang's legs and shaking his feet, "How can I become a god like this? I'm lazy and moody. If I become a god, people won't even bother to offer me incense. Because...
, I’m too lazy to fulfill their wishes.”
"Then there's nothing we can do. I've already implemented it for you. It really doesn't work," Jiang Ziwu said, "I'll build ten Dragon King temples for you. I'll carve a golden dragon there and don't need any decorations. I'll just put a merit box for you."
Donate more money.”
"That's great." Fuchen took over the joke, "When the time comes, I don't want ten seats, just give me a hundred or so seats. To thank you," Fuchen took off his green boots and said, "I'll let you sit on my feet."
Write, why does the emperor come here to visit, how grand he is."
"Fuck you." Jiang Ziwu scolded with a smile, and casually wrote two words on Fuchen's feet, "rascal".
The black ink is winding and atmospheric, like a gentle mark.
The two joked around and sat on the mountain chatting all afternoon. In the evening, Fuchen invited Jiang Ziwu to the top of the mountain to watch the moonscape of the snow-capped mountains.
Winter is early and cold in the mountains. It is still late autumn down the mountain, but it is already early winter in the mountains.
There is snow on the top of the mountain all year round.
In summer she threw a lot of melons into the snow to eat.
Because it was thrown away casually, the two of them could only look for it randomly in the snow. The one they found counted as one.
Jiang Ziwu just smiled at this casual attitude.
It is indeed an act of floating dust.
The two sat on the top of the mountain, ate melon and continued chatting.
They were both cultivators of immortality, and their winds were cold. The two chatted for a long time.
Jiang Ziwu has thoughts that are different from this world, radical and grand. But when it comes to some small things, he also reflects humanistic care.
Fuchen has a lot of spontaneity. This spontaneity shows a strong tolerance. She can listen and respond. She can also joke around without minding the identity of the two.
The two are close friends to a certain extent.
The moon high in the sky seems to be covered with a layer of frost, giving it a not-so-bright glow.
Black enveloped the world.
The snow-capped mountains respond to the moonlight, giving them a faint soft light.
The two chatted and felt comfortable. When they looked at each other, they seemed to see the same soul.
friend.
Fuchen is very happy to have such a friend.
Before dawn the next day, Jiang Ziwu went down the mountain early and returned to the mortal world. As the king of the mortal world, he had endless chores to deal with.
Yesterday was a quiet time that we squeezed out for ourselves despite all the difficulties. But it can give us a beautiful memory for the rest of our lives.
Fuchen watched his friend go down the mountain and waved goodbye: at this time, the difference in status really became apparent.
It is difficult for friends to get together. Each has its own future. We can only feel under the same moonlight: Did he live well under that moonlight?
Every month, Fuchen can regularly deliver various fresh fruits. These fresh fruits are like the "fresh fruits supplied, served by incense" in the joke.
Looking at the fresh fruits, Fuchen smiled.
Become a god, how to become a god?
The spiritual energy of this world is thin, and the way of heaven has decreed that only one person can ascend. How could it be her and the monk?
