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When the Imperial Master Tianjing arrived outside the Ganlu Hall, a chamberlain happened to be walking out of the palace. When the chamberlain bowed and saluted, Tianjing could smell a hint of incense.

Entering the hall, Tianjing raised his hand and saluted: "Your Majesty—"

The emperor's voice sounded from above: "The Imperial Master must have heard about the matter at Dayun Temple."

"Yes." Tianjing's tone was mixed with a hint of regret: "Master Wujue has gone to the west."

The Holy Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the Taoist with an immortal style, seeming to glean something from his reaction, and asked: "Has the Imperial Master expected this?"

Tianjing did not deny: "Master Wujue's calamity should be related to that formation."

"Formation..." The Holy Book Emperor's eyes moved slightly: "I remember that when I first started this formation, Wujue had already been seriously ill, and that serious illness was very dangerous. At that time, he also said that it was for the formation. Because of the backlash. Isn’t that time considered to have survived the backlash?”

"All magic formations in the world are created in compliance with the laws of yin and yang and the five elements of heaven and earth. And this formation is an evil formation created by yin and yang in reverse. It is not tolerated by heaven and earth. If you impose it forcefully, you will surely reap the consequences..." Tianjing said: "More than ten years ago , Master Wujue should only survive the disaster. It is rare for him to survive that disaster."

"The ancient book containing this formation is slightly missing, and there are many difficult-to-understand characters on it... But what is certain is that after the formation is completed, the person who used it will have to endure some backlash. . But I have no idea how it will be fulfilled."

Tian Jing sighed and said: "Right now, it seems that it is really difficult to escape from this disaster."

"No wonder he is so ill this time. That's how it is." The Holy Book Emperor asked: "I have never heard him mention this before... He has always known that there will be such consequences, right?"

Tianjing: "Master Wujue is the one who started the formation. He must know the mysterious cause and effect hidden in this formation better than anyone else. It's not surprising that he doesn't know it after thinking about it."

"But he has never mentioned it to me before." The Holy Book Emperor said slowly: "Maybe he is afraid that if he talks too carefully, Ah Shang will not be able to hide it. From the beginning to the end, he has been thinking about Ah Shang who might come back. Think about it. That day at Dayun Temple, when I tested Ah Shang, he was also helping Ah Shang to deceive me."

The Holy Emperor placed one hand on the armrest on one side of the dragon chair, and slowly stroked the golden dragon relief with his fingers half-covered by the sleeves of his wide robe, saying: "In order to cover up for Ashang, he was willing to risk the crime of deceiving the emperor. He knew this clearly. There will be backlash, but he is still willing to risk his own life in exchange for Ashang’s return—"

After a moment, the Holy Book Emperor said: "This loyalty is worthy of admiration."

"Yes, in addition to this supreme emotion and nature, Master Wujue's courage and understanding to dare to fight against the sky are also only seen by a poor man in his life." Tianjing Guoshi still couldn't hide his regret: "Such a genius should have been It’s a pity that there was a bigger show... but it ended up in such a dilapidated state.”

"No, being able to come back in exchange for my son is the greatest good thing he can do." The Holy Emperor did not feel any regret. On the contrary, she thought: "His death was worth it, and throughout the world, between heaven and earth, It couldn't be more rewarding."

There was no compassion or sigh in the emperor's tone. Even if he mentioned the word "my son", the sky mirror could only smell the political smell called weighing the pros and cons. The smell was colorless and odorless, but cold and piercing the throat.

At the end, the Holy Emperor said: "I will have Master Wujue build another pagoda on the mountain behind Dayun Temple and erect a stele and engrave an inscription to show his merits."

After the death of the monks of Dayun Temple, most of their bodies were buried in the monks' tomb on the back mountain. They were all the abbots of Dayun Temple, so he was no exception.

The difference is that the emperor would personally order the construction of a tomb tower for him and praise his name as an eminent monk to future generations.

"I want to send Master Wujue on his last journey." Tianjing said before retreating.

The Holy Emperor nodded: "The Imperial Master can go on his own."

Just as Tianjing was about to salute and retreat, he suddenly heard the emperor ask: "Can the master of the state get anything from the predictions made by some real people in Fengxian Palace in Luoyang about the appearance of bad stars?"

Half a month ago, a hexagram from the Fengxian Palace in Luoyang was sent to the capital. It was guided by the sacred deer enshrined in the Immortal Palace, and the misfortune star appeared in the world and clashed with the emperor star.

At a time when war was raging, this hexagram was not publicized, but it was a thorn in the emperor's heart. Xu Zhengye was dead. Who did this misfortune refer to? Daozhou Bian Chunliang? Or are they those Li family children who are ready to make a move? Or…

Before such hexagrams, no emperor would not wish to receive a clearer guidance.

Without clearer guidance, there are many emperors who have always chosen to kill by mistake rather than place them in a wrong place, but that is a foolish move—

When Tong Tianjing mentioned this matter, the Holy Emperor once said: "I don't want to become a suspicious and ignorant monarch. Now that I have been forced to be suspicious, I really don't want to become a confused monarch." Therefore, I ask the national master to help me, eliminate disasters and correct the situation, and jointly find a way to peace in the world].

At this moment, Tianjing said with shame: "The bad luck star theory, I still have nothing to gain at the moment."

The Holy Emperor did not show any disappointment, he just nodded and agreed to Tianjing's resignation ceremony.

Watching the Taoist leave the inner hall, the Holy Emperor's eyes moved slightly and landed on the incense burner out of habit.

She said to herself: "...No matter how much Wujue helped to cover it up, I still recognized A Shang. A Shang was my own flesh and blood who was born in ten months of pregnancy. He was far from ordinary mortals. Even if she changed her appearance and was submerged in all living beings. , I can also identify her."

"The blood relationship between mother and daughter is the deepest bond between heaven and earth, and it can never be separated."

The Holy Book Emperor closed his eyes slightly tiredly, thinking of the criticism caused by Chang Suining in the court for copying books from the collection without authorization, and said slowly: "I still believe that my son will come back to help me, and It’s not the evil star that is my enemy.”

And thinking about the past, one after another, from childhood to adulthood, every step Ashang took had never disappointed her. She can still recall that at the moment when she put on A Shang's boy's robe, the ignorant A Shang assured her in a childish voice: "Don't worry, concubine, A Shang will never let you down!" 】

It was like that then, and it was like that after that, and her children kept their word.

Later, her grandmother, who had been with her for a long time, also lamented that His Highness was a good boy, as if he was born to be a good boy who would never disappoint anyone.

She thinks so too.

Now, she still wants to think so - Ashang will not let her down.

…

In Dayun Temple, everyone is busy in an orderly manner with the funeral arrangements of the abbot.

It is not advisable to leave the body exposed for too long in the summer. There is no need to worry about being a monk. Wujue was put into the coffin in the afternoon of the same day. When he was put into the coffin, the sky mirror was always by his side.

He has always had sympathy for Wu Jue. In his opinion, the two of them are of the same mind and should be regarded as close friends and join this path together. However, Wu Jue always has an inexplicable hostility towards him.

Tianjing often thinks about when he offended this person, but he can't think of the answer.

Is it because of a competitive spirit? No, there is no absolute fame, fortune or pursuit. The reason why I have been trapped here all these years is just for the magic circle in the Goddess Tower. Now the magic circle has become...

Thinking of this, Tian Jing didn't know what he thought of, looked at the coffin that was about to be closed, and stepped forward.

The coffin lid had been pushed up more than half, and the sky mirror flicked out the fly whisk, which landed on the edge of the coffin. He said goodbye: "I wish my friend a good trip."

The monk on the side recited: "Amitabha."

Amidst the sound of chanting, the sky mirror retracted the fly whisk and the coffin was completely closed. No one noticed that two long silver-white whiskers were left where the coffin and the coffin lid fit together.

…

On the eve of Wu Jue's burial, Qiao Yang changed into inconspicuous regular clothes after leaving the Imperial College, and went out in a green donkey cart that the servants in the Imperial College used to do when they went shopping.

The green donkey cart stopped at the backyard of Dengtai Tower in the city. Qiao Yang got off the car and knocked on the door. After a while, a servant opened the door from the inside. Seeing Qiao Yang, he was slightly surprised and hurriedly invited the person in.

The backyard of Dengtai Building is separated from the front hall. It is the residence of the restaurant owner and the owner. It does not entertain guests on weekdays. At this moment, after the servant closed the back door, he lowered his voice and asked: "...Why did you come here in person, Qiao Jijiu?" "

The Dengtai Tower, as the secret location of His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince, can survive to this day only because of ten years of constant caution. Over the years, neither Qiao Jijijiu nor General Chang had any personal contact with their boss. This was the first time that he had come to visit him directly from the backyard.

"Let me take a look at Meng Lie." Qiao Yang walked in and asked, "Is he in the building?"

"Master..." The servant hesitated to speak, but still brought Qiao Yang over.

Speaking of which, although Qiao Yang had worked with Meng Lie for many years, this was the first time Qiao Yang had set foot in Meng Lie's residence.

The relationship between Qiao Yang and Meng Lie was not very close. The former was a formal scholar with a Jinshi background. He joined the former prince's staff and became an effective official beside the former prince; while the latter was a secret guard and was later dismissed. The former prince was chosen as the leader of the secret operation, and he used his identity as a businessman on the surface.

The two of them perform their own duties, one in the open and the other in the dark. They are destined not to intersect too frequently.

After the death of the late prince, these interactions became even less frequent. Over the years, Qiao Yang mostly learned about Meng Lie from Wu Jue.

Because of the existence of Dayun Temple, Meng Lie had the closest relationship with Wu Jue.

Although Qiao Yang had heard from Wujue that Meng Lie had no intention of starting a family and having tens of millions of wealth, he had never had any other thoughts than to guard this Dengtai Tower. But now that he actually came here, Qiao Yang suddenly understood what "from" meant. No other thoughts”—

Following the servant all the way to Meng Lie's residence, Qiao Yang found it hard to believe that this simple and almost deserted courtyard was actually the residence of the owner of Deng Tai Lou.

There is no extravagant utensils in it. If it is said to be elegant, there is nothing at all. It is just simple, a pure simplicity.

Entering the room, Qiao Yang felt the smell of wine and the sky was already dark. When the servant went to light the lamp, Qiao Yang helped Meng Lie, who was already drunk on the couch.

The servant lit the lamp, and the room became brighter. Qiao Yang saw clearly the person who was being helped to sit up, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

After not seeing each other for just two days... Meng Lie's hair suddenly turned mostly white.

The last sentence was added intentionally, so it’s not out of context! There will be an update later to make up for yesterday’s! But let me say good night first. Baoer, who went to bed early, go to bed early and see you tomorrow~