Emperor Xia rolled up the sleeves of his thick robe, revealing the dense black tendons that were always squirming on his thin arms. He looked very ferocious and terrifying.
"The [elixir] factor in my body was also stimulated by the riot of spiritual energy. It was pulled out from the blood marrow of the organs and formed a blood sac, which began to suck back my vitality."
"In just one day, this blood sac sucked me into aging by dozens of years!"
Emperor Xia shook his head and said sadly: "Time is also destiny. [Elixir] was originally made for longevity, but I didn't expect that it would actually be alive."
"Hiss——"
The old monk looked shocked and said, "Your Majesty, could it be that the top officials of the entire empire..."
"Haha."
The old emperor laughed miserably, "I don't know why, although those old guys were all injected with the [elixir] like me, I seem to be the one with the most severe symptoms."
"Others, in the most serious cases, can still survive through amputation or organ transplantation, although... they don't live for a few years."
"Even the mildest symptoms are not life-threatening. Taking medicine regularly can maintain a relatively normal state, and then there will be no problem attending various activities. Alas - only me, only me!"
The old monk frowned and said with great worry: "Then... Your Majesty, your body is now..."
"The Taiyuan Hospital has given me a careful look. The blood sac is connected to almost all the important organs in my body and even my brain. Once it is damaged, I will also be harmed. At present, I can only let it grow and grow. There is no way." "Now, I have no choice but to take more than ten kinds of secret medicine every day, combined with a large amount of tiger and wolf medicine to hang on to my life."
Emperor Xia sighed sadly: "Although the hospital dare not say it clearly, I feel... I won't live for long."
As soon as he heard that this issue involved the longevity of a country's monarch, the old monk did not dare to say a word and had to remain silent.
"Jing regret." Emperor Xia called.
The old monk bowed his head respectfully: "I am here."
"You have been with me for more than ten years. I know that you practiced in Quanzhen Taoism in your early years.
Later, he abandoned Taoism and became a Buddhist, and became a monk in Zhengjue Temple. He possesses the essence of both Buddhism and Taoism. After many years of practice, he has reached the point where he can discern destiny..."
After hearing these words, Jinghui suddenly woke up and understood the purpose of Emperor Xia's meeting with him today.
Emperor Xia wants to use his life skills to do something.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, but in his heart the old monk fell into distant memories.
A long time ago.
When Jinghui was still a Taoist priest, he showed his unparalleled talent in life magic.
At just over 20 years old, he has learned everything the sect has to offer.
At the same time, he accidentally deduced that he would die in the future.
Continuing to calculate further, I found that this fatal disaster was closely related to the national destiny of Great Xia.
So Jinghui decisively abandoned Taoism and entered Buddhism, and escaped to Zhengjue Temple to study the Buddhist life-line skills for many years.
Later, he entered the imperial palace to serve Emperor Xia, in order to learn the fortune-telling skills from the royal collection, observe the changes in Daxia closely, and wait for opportunities to unravel the disaster of death.
However, he has been studying Buddhism and chanting Buddha's name for many years. As he becomes more and more diligent in Taoism and his fortune-telling skills become more and more miraculous, at the same time, his fear of death becomes increasingly indifferent.
Therefore, after sensing the imminent calamity of death recently, Jing Hui's heart did not feel too great.
Instead, it aroused a great curiosity.
He wanted to know what the death disaster that he had worried about his whole life and that had also changed his life was.
‘Either you are pursued by God, or you are robbed by your own selfishness.’
The old monk sighed quietly in his heart.
At this time, Emperor Xia struggled to stand up while holding on to the desk, looked at Monk Jinghui, and said sincerely:
"I hope you can use fortune-telling to calculate the fortunes of the princes and get a glimpse of Daxia's national destiny. I want to see who is the most suitable to sit on the throne of the prince and ascend to the throne in the future."
"I know this will cost you a lot of life, but both Zhengjue Temple and Quanzhen Taoism share weal and woe with Daxia. If Daxia's national fortunes are prosperous, both of them will naturally prosper.
I hope you think about it carefully."
After hearing Emperor Xia's words, Jing Hui's heart suddenly trembled, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.
It was as if he was suddenly being stared at by the Great Demon Lord Zizui recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.
A feeling of weirdness and impermanence in the human heart, that my destiny is determined by God and not by me, suddenly overcame my heart with regret.
‘Death calamity! It’s the breath of death calamity!!’
The old monk suddenly became enlightened.
‘So it turns out that helping Your Majesty calculate the fortunes of the princes this time will be my death?’
‘One drink and one peck, could it be destiny? All the things in the past have actually created the results of today’s poor monk.’
'However, just calculating the fate of the princes, even if it involves the fate of the country, and practicing as a poor monk, will at most destroy the body, destroy the energy, and shorten the life span. It should not be destined to reincarnation? Weird, really weird.'
Jing regrets that he can’t figure it out.
He looked at Emperor Xia, bowed his head and clasped his hands together:
"My lord, I obey the order."
Emperor Xia finally smiled: "Okay! Very good!"
"That's right!"
The old emperor said warmly, "You have read yesterday's secret report, right?"
Jing Hui nodded, "I have already seen it."
"Well, the resident immortal Buddha——"
Emperor Xia sighed with joy and sorrow, "I really didn't expect Xiaojiu... to be hidden so deeply!"
"To tell you the truth, when the gang of kids from the Imperial City Division submitted the secret report at the beginning, I was a little angry because I was angry with them for making it up."
The emperor shook his head: "I didn't believe this information until I saw the detailed information about Gai Zhoutian..."
Jing Hui frowned slightly: "That devil's murderous crime is so great that he deserves death!"
"Hehehe."
Emperor Xia smiled, "There is no need to be angry with the dead, that will only waste your energy."
The old monk immediately clasped his hands and muttered in a low voice: "Amitabha, what Your Majesty said is that sins are sins, and poor monks should not be angry."
Speaking of this, he said in confusion: "I don't understand something, why are the nobles and plutocrats still calm? Logically speaking, they should obviously..."
"They should obviously be wagging their tails in front of Xiaojiu like dogs, but this has not happened now. That's what you want to say, right?"
Jinghui opened his mouth without speaking, and nodded silently.
Emperor Xia smiled slightly: "It seems that you still don't understand those old people. They will not allow a second spiritual symbol to appear in Daxia.
Ordinary nobles and plutocrats, in a sense, are just dogs. They can only know what their owners want them to know."
"This..." Jinghui seemed to understand something, but did not dare to speak.
"If it's just that the diamond is indestructible, it's not a big deal."
Emperor Xia said leisurely, "Is there a living immortal Buddha? Haha, some people just can't sit still."
The topic ended and the palace fell into silence.
"By the way Jinghui, what do you think of Xiaojiu?" Xia Huang broke through and asked.
"Amitabha~"
Jinghui clasped his hands together and whispered the Buddha's name, "I never expected that His Highness the Ninth Prince would be able to break through the supreme heavenly barrier and truly stand on the path of martial arts that no one has been able to reach in thousands of years.
I just heard the news and couldn’t believe it. Alas, it’s really ridiculous.”
"Haha~"
Emperor Xia smiled happily and said, "The Immortal Buddha is such a great name.
I have experienced the indestructible power of vajra, and I truly know how thrilling it is.
But facing Gai Zhoutian, several Vajra Indestructibles are as helpless as children!"
Speaking of this, he said with great fascination: "I really don't know how powerful Xiao Jiu is who can suppress Gai Zhoutian with one hand."
Jing Hui thought: "His Ninth Prince's fate is absolutely extraordinary."
Emperor Xia listened quietly without saying a word.
However, the old emperor always had a smile on his face and was obviously in a good mood.
Then, the old emperor ordered the palace servants to go to various places in the divine capital, and issued an order to all the princes and princesses to come to the palace quickly.
At the same time, hundreds of armored warriors who had been ambushing outside the palace for a long time also quietly evacuated.
These people's expressions remained unchanged throughout the whole process, and their temperament was as cold as ice.
Among them, those who performed marrow washing and blood transfusion accounted for about seven floors.
The remaining two levels are all masters who have swallowed gold, eaten iron, and even reborn.
On the last floor, there was an aura of indestructibility, and there were four or five people in total.
Even the leader who led the team faintly exuded an aura that completely surpassed that of King Kong, but he still had not yet entered the martial arts realm.
They are all masters of the Imperial City Division.
