This palace is brilliant and luxurious, with its roof dyed with gold powder and shining with golden light in the sun, just like a palace of immortals.
At this time, there were more than a hundred guards standing outside the main hall, and the main hall was surrounded so densely that it was difficult for birds to enter.
Chu Li and Gu Yuanhe got off the sedan, and four guards stepped forward to block them.
"Manager Gu, here are the rules." A middle-aged guard said solemnly, cupping his fists.
More than a hundred guards had stern expressions and remained as motionless as statues, forming a strong evil aura. At this time, these evil auras were heading towards Chu Li, glaring at him with bright eyes, ready to unsheath their swords at any time.
Gu Yuanhe said: "Well, come on."
The middle-aged guard quickly searched Gu Yuanhe and then came to Chu Li.
Chu Li wore a loose gray monk's robe with long flowing sleeves, and the middle-aged guard inspected him more carefully.
But Chu Li had no possessions and almost brought nothing. He knew it would be troublesome to enter the palace, so he did this deliberately.
The middle-aged guard took a step back, cupped his fists and saluted: "Mr. Gu, this master, please come in!"
Gu Yuanhe said apologetically: "Holy monks, they are also responsible. This time His Majesty is so angry that everyone is trembling and dare not be lazy."
Chu Li opened his jaw.
When the two entered the hall, they saw Deng Yue kneeling on the ground with a solemn and sad expression. When they saw Chu Li coming in, his eyes flashed but he said nothing.
"Your Majesty, the holy monk has arrived." Gu Yuanhe whispered.
There was an exquisite little bed in the center of the hall. Lying on the bed was a beautiful girl, as if she was in a sweet dream, with a peaceful expression.
Emperor Zhao Yancheng of Dayu was sitting on the embroidered pier, holding her jade hand tightly, looking at her sadly with his eyes unblinking, for fear that she would suddenly disappear before his eyes and never wake up again.
"Your Majesty?" Gu Yuanhe whispered.
Zhao Yancheng turned to look at Chu Li, his eyes already bloodshot.
"Your Majesty." Chu Lihe tithes.
"Dingru, come and take a look." Zhao Yancheng said hurriedly: "As long as I can save Anfu, I...I..."
He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be nothing to reward Chu Li.
I don’t want to stay in the palace, and as a monk, I don’t have much desire for money. And as a senior monk, I almost don’t need anything, so I have almost no desires and needs, which is really a headache.
Chu Li smiled and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need for a reward. I, a poor monk, come and take a look."
He came to Zhao Yancheng's side, looked down at Princess Anfu, and then stretched out his hand to touch her wrist lightly.
"How can it be saved?" Zhao Yancheng asked hurriedly.
He has already driven Zhang Wuniu out.
Zhang Wuniu was a miraculous doctor, but he was helpless. The assassin used poison, a strange poison in the world. It sealed the throat with blood and killed him with one blow. When he was brought in, he was already dead. He was a doctor, not a god.
Chu Li's left index finger gently touched Princess Anfu's forehead: "Okay."
Zhao Yancheng said: "This time it was the hands of Butian Tower. Deng Yue was incompetent. He tried hard but failed to destroy Butian Tower. Instead, Butian Tower took revenge and assassinated Anfu!"
"I deserve to die!" Deng Yue kowtowed again.
Zhao Yancheng snorted: "Can you deal with Butian Tower?"
Deng Yue gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Your Majesty, I have underestimated Butian Tower, I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with it."
"Then let them run wild?" Zhao Yancheng said coldly.
Deng Yue said: "I was also assassinated by them. Thanks to the Buddhist beads given by the master, I felt refreshed and had keen intuition. I sensed them in advance and was able to escape the three assassinations. I never expected that they failed to assassinate me and actually went to assassinate the princess. Seriously.
Extremely despicable!"
Gu Yuanhe shook his head and looked at Princess Anfu with pity.
Zhao Yancheng said: "Today they can assassinate the princess, tomorrow they can assassinate the prince, and they can assassinate important ministers again!"
"Yes." Deng Yue nodded: "They will definitely retaliate crazily to frighten the other countries. Your Majesty, I am incompetent, please beg for the bones!"
Zhao Yancheng stared at him coldly.
Deng Yue said: "I know that once I leave my position and lose the sacred monk's Buddhist beads, I will never be able to escape their assassination. But as long as I can deal with them, I will die without regrets. I cannot occupy my position and be greedy for my life!"
"Shut up!" Zhao Yancheng snorted.
Deng Yue showed a fearless expression.
"Do you think I'm really soft-hearted?" Zhao Yancheng snorted coldly and said, "If Anfu doesn't wake up from his illness, you will never redeem yourself!"
"Yes, yes." Deng Yue said hurriedly.
"Father..." A gentle call sounded, and Princess Anfu slowly opened her eyes.
"Anfu? Anfu?" Zhao Yancheng called in a gentle voice.
"Father!" Princess Anfu saw him clearly, held his big hand tightly, and whispered: "Father, where am I?"
"It's in your Anfu Palace." Zhao Yancheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, you will be fine soon."
"Why did I faint?" Princess Anfu asked in surprise.
"You were assassinated." Zhao Yancheng's face darkened: "Don't run out secretly in the future, it's very dangerous outside the palace!"
"Assassination?" Princess Anfu thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."
Deng Yue said hurriedly: "Princess, the assassin is an old woman selling sesame cakes. When you passed by, he stabbed you with a needle and was fatally poisoned."
"Shut up!" Zhao Yancheng turned and glared at him.
Deng Yue said: "Your Majesty, princess, you must be careful in the future. Butianlou's assassination has many incarnations and is difficult to guard against. It may be an old man, an old woman, or even a child."
Zhao Yancheng glared at him fiercely.
He didn't want Anfu to be like a frightened bird and feel no sense of security from the outside world. After all, there were so many guards, even though they were secret guards, they were enough to protect her. This time, she was indeed undefeated.
"Is that the old woman selling barbecued meat?" Princess Anfu asked in surprise.
"It's her!" Deng Yue said: "Afterwards, we traced it and found that she was not an old woman, but a young woman. She was only good at the art of disguise, and the assassins of Butian Tower are all proficient in the art of disguise."
"You are getting more excited now!" Zhao Yancheng sneered and waved his hand: "Go away and continue investigating. I don't believe that our dignified Dayu will be messed up by a Butian Tower!"
His face turned red and his eyes flashed coldly.
Chu Li said: "Your Majesty."
"Master, what's your advice?" Zhao Yancheng looked at Chu Li.
After saving his life, he still called him Chu Li Dingru, instead of calling him master or sacred monk. But after saving Princess Anfu's life, he immediately changed his name to master.
Chu Li said: "I wonder if there is a murder weapon left by the assassin?"
"Yes." Deng Yue said hurriedly: "We have twelve needles here. Almost all of Butianlou uses silver needles to assassinate people. The needle skills are so high that they are hard to guard against."
"The poor monk may be able to help me a little bit." Chu Li said, "Please get the murder weapon."
"I'll come!" Deng Yue hurriedly got up and hurried out.
"Can the master find the assassin through the murder weapon?" Zhao Yancheng said.
Chu Li said: "Just give it a try."
Zhao Yancheng nodded slowly.
Princess Anfu looked at Chu Li, tilted her head and looked at it, then smiled and said: "Father, is this the famous Dingru Divine Monk?"
Chu Lihe smiled.
Zhao Yancheng said: "Anfu, your life was saved by the master. He brought you back to life. Otherwise, our father and daughter would really be separated by yin and yang!"
He felt lingering fear after saying this, and became more determined to leave Chu Li behind.