"Who is that old man?" After leaving the dense forest area, Di Cheng couldn't help but ask his doubts.
"Old man? If this title reaches the ears of Qitian Palace, you, Di Cheng, may be blacklisted." Di Yunyi shook his head and smiled.
"He is from the Qitian Palace? Is it so serious?" Di Cheng was even more curious. Could it be some old monster from the Qitian Palace?
"Of course, it may be more serious than you think. It's just this once, and it won't be the same next time. When you meet in the future, you must show respect, not only in terms of title, but more importantly in attitude. Let's put it this way, among the five major sects of Tantric Buddhism today
, there are two very superior figures, one is the old living Buddha, and the other... is the prisoner."
"Oh?" Di Cheng asked each question, obviously shocked by Di Yunyi's metaphor.
Emperor Xi Yu also changed his expression slightly, looking at Di Yunyi in disbelief. Supreme superior? Is he the same type as the old living Buddha? There is such an old monster in Tantric Buddhism? How come I haven't heard of it before?
Di Yunyi took the two people's performance into consideration, smiled silently, and said: "There are many secrets in Tantra. You have only understood the tip of the iceberg. There are too many people and things that you have not come into contact with. In short... no
It will be less than your Tianmen."
The last meaningful words made the eyes of Di Cheng and Xi Yuhuang change slightly, but after all, they were both serious people in the city. They pretended not to notice anything and continued to ask: "His surname is prisoner? In the Temple of Prayer for Heaven.
Is...what is your identity?"
"Similar to the old living Buddha of Buddhism." Di Yunyi led Di Cheng to a rugged flower path, avoiding the sight of others, and said as he walked: "When the old living Buddha was in charge of Tantric Buddhism, Lao Qi was in charge
In the Qitian Palace, the two are contemporaries, and there is not much difference in terms of status or influence. One is the most domineering existence, and the other is the most mysterious existence. Because Mr. Qi's acting style is too low-key,
He rarely appears in front of others, and his influence does not seem to be as great as it seems. In fact... who among the top leaders of the five major tantric sects is not afraid of Qi Lao?
Do you still remember the emperor-making plan I mentioned to you? During that period of experience, many people participated in the directing, but there was one person who stayed with us from beginning to end, and that was Mr. Qi.
It can be said that the old living Buddha was the advocate of the emperor-building action, and the prisoner was the main actor.
Twenty or thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Most of the sect leaders back then have passed away. Only the old living Buddha and the old living Buddha are still alive. For today's Tantric Buddhism, the existence of the old living Buddha and the old living Buddha is just like you and Xi Yuhuang.
One is in the light and the other is in the dark, silently supporting the huge and complex Tantra."
Di Yunyi's tone and voice were casual and calm, but the more Di Cheng and Xi Yuhuang listened, the more frightened they became. The status and power of Mr. Qi were also rising invisibly. They exchanged glances secretly, and both
I saw a bit of solemnity and shock in the other party's eyes. Is he the same generation as the old living Buddha? The executor of the emperor-making operation? One is bright and the other is dark? Doesn't it mean that... the strength of the old living Buddha and the old living Buddha is not much different?
An old living Buddha is enough to shock the world, but Tantra actually...has an old monster??
No wonder they felt a strong sense of danger and oppression when they saw the old man; no wonder, as Di Yunyi, he would respectfully salute the old man and face him as a junior; no wonder... Chinese Tantra can attract the attention of heaven.
The Internet is afraid! You can guard China with bold words! I once thought that relying on the old living Buddha alone might be a bit far-fetched, but it turns out... there is still!!!
"The existence of Mr. Qi is a secret. The outside world believes that he has passed away long ago. Even if some people don't want to believe it, they are just a little suspicious at best. There is no way to really confirm. I brought you two to meet Mr. Qi today. Firstly, I want to verify the resistance to poison.
Secondly, I know the prisoner. However, I need to remind you that you should not tell outsiders about today's meeting."
Di Cheng nodded, and suddenly thought of something again, and said: "Except for Shen Aoming, of the group of people who returned home early, are all the others at Yaowang Mansion?"
"They are all recuperating in the Medicine Pavilion. They are all very weak and we have not let them out for the time being. What, who do you want to see?"
Di Cheng asked back: "Is everyone here?"
"Your subordinates are outside the Medicine Pavilion, and are specially prepared by the pharmacists from the Medicine King's Palace. The two prisoners are in the cabinet, tied with chains. There is also soft incense powder in the room, which is a spice that makes people feel dizzy and weak.
, I guarantee you won’t be able to escape.”
Di Cheng didn't say anything more, and was supported by Xi Yuhuang and Di Yunyi back to the room arranged in advance. After the maid from Yaowang Mansion prepared a bowl of medicinal soup as instructed, and some special paste food, Di Yun
Yi didn't introduce much, just motioned for Di Cheng to eat it.
Di Cheng only thought of it as a tonic, but after eating and drinking, he fell head over heels in pain and fell into a deep sleep.
What happened next...nothing is known.
This sleep lasted four full days. During this period, several elder pharmacists from Yaowang Mansion came several times to observe the situation and feed them decoctions. Gradually... Di Cheng began to sweat all over his body and his face turned pale.
The severe pain in the internal organs, as well as the uncontrollable twitching, all slowly weakened under this careful conditioning and four days of deep sleep.
On the night of the fourth day, Di Cheng's drowsy consciousness slowly recovered, and his vision became clear in the haze, but the soreness and weakness of his body could also be felt again. Under the difficult movement, his body could not help but make subtle noises.
Moaning. After all... I have been sleeping for four full days, and it is still a bit hard to accept the pain of 'reliving' it suddenly.
Di Cheng's voice quickly woke up Jin Yixuan who was sitting on the bedside reading a book.
"Are you awake?" Jin Yixuan quickly put down the book and helped him sit up.
Di Cheng rubbed his sore forehead and looked at the dark sky outside: "How long did I sleep?"
"It's the night of the fourth day, are you still feeling uncomfortable? I'll make you a bowl of ginseng soup." Jin Yixuan gently stroked Di Cheng's forehead, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
"I'm much better, it's okay." Di Cheng held Jin Yixuan, relaxed and adapted, retracted into the quilt, stretched his body vigorously, making a clear sound of the joints rubbing, let out a long sigh, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time.
It’s not as comfortable as sleeping.”
Jin Yixuan was sure that Di Chengzhen was fine, and then lay back on the bed: "Mr. Di added some sleep-improving medicine to the medicinal soup you drank, just in the hope that you can have a good rest."
She didn't ask anything about the Japanese operation, didn't ask about the reason for her 'sudden illness', and didn't even mention Ye Wantong's affairs. Jin Yixuan always cared about Di Cheng silently and guarded the relationship between the two of them tenderly.
Di Cheng closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body carefully. Maybe it was because of waking up and getting used to it. The drowsiness and soreness just now slowly disappeared, and soon... there was basically no obvious discomfort. The only thing was that there was still some discomfort.
What makes me uncomfortable is my stomach. After all, I have taken four types of highly toxic poisons internally. No matter how strange and magical my body is, it cannot be completely eliminated in a short time. Otherwise, I would be considered a monster.
Seeing that Di Cheng suddenly became quiet, Jin Yixuan asked strangely: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Di Cheng smiled and shook his head, stretched his body again, then fumbled with the buttons of his pajamas and took off his clothes.
"You!" Jin Yixuan's pretty face suddenly turned red, and she rolled her eyes at Di Cheng in shame and anger.
"Huh? Are you shy? It seems that if you don't have close contact for a long time, your relationship will get rusty easily." Di Cheng smiled mischievously, took off his clothes completely, turned over and hugged Jin Yixuan's warm body.
"There's someone outside." Jin Yixuan struggled subconsciously, her face even redder.
"What are some people afraid of? It's natural for husband and wife to be gentle. Who can control it?" Di Cheng picked up Jin Yixuan's delicate chin and looked at it carefully.
The once glamorous young lady of Oriental Media is now a woman. She is less youthful and aloof than before, and has more mellow charm. Her temperament is cold, arrogant and gentle at the same time, like a ripe peach. The more you stare at her, the more she becomes more charming.
It feels like there are slight changes in the slender and tight body, some parts are softer and more elastic, and the feeling of touching it... gives people a sinful impulse.
Di Cheng looked at it... and felt a little crazy...
Perhaps it was because of the candlelight. The shy Jin Yixuan looked like a fairy who had been banished to the world, but also like a charming goblin. The mixture of the two temperaments made Di Cheng's heart beat. He couldn't help but hugged her tighter and kissed her slowly.
Jin Yixuan's moist red lips.
Feeling Di Cheng's gradually heavier breathing, Jin Yixuan suddenly became nervous. Perhaps it was because there had been no tenderness for too long, and her body became a little stiff, until... Di Cheng's hands parted the loose pajamas, and his nimble fingertips traced the
The delicate skin... gently grasped the white rabbit on the chest, a suppressed moan could not help but come out of the throat, and the stiff body gradually softened with the wanton kneading.
Di Cheng gently kissed Jin Yixuan's red and moist red lips, sucking the sweetness of the fusion of lips and tongue. His breathing gradually became heavier, passion rose quietly, his hands gradually became rough in the gentle kneading, and finally...stabbing...tearing apart
In Jin Yixuan's pajamas, two big white snakes are tightly entangled together.
At this time, silence is better than sound, no verbal communication is needed, all the passion and sweetness are immersed in the passionate collision of water and melting water.