Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zhou Yuanhu was startled and blinked.

Mrs. Zhou hurriedly asked, "Is Prince Jing dead?"

"Yes." Old Deng nodded hurriedly: "I heard that he has passed away and was killed by Prince Xi with a palm."

"Where is the holy water?!" Mrs. Zhou hurriedly asked, "There should be holy water in Prince Jing's mansion, right?"

As far as she knows, Xuankong Temple supplies holy water to the palace, and each prince's mansion also has some.

Although not much, maybe only a small pot.

But this small pot can save lives at a critical moment.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as you take the holy water, you can hang on to your life and get a chance to save it.

She was able to get pregnant because of the holy water.

The princess of Prince Qi's mansion is her cousin, who gives her a cup of holy water every day.

She also knew that the holy water exists in Dayun, not just in Shenjing.

After drinking it for a month, she became pregnant.

Before that, the couple had seen countless doctors and several miracle doctors, and had been conditioning for several years, but to no avail.

So she highly praised the magic water, and the first thing she thought of was the magic water.

Old Deng said blankly: "Magic water? What magic water?"

Zhou Yuanhu frowned and said: "Go and ask again, see if Prince Jing is dead or not, and how is Prince Xi?"

"Yes." Old Deng wiped the sweat off his face and hurried out again.

Zhou Yuanhu looked in the direction of Prince Jing's mansion, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Madam Zhou said softly: "I didn't expect Prince Xi to be so bold that he would kill Prince Jing directly."

"It seems that Prince Jing really assassinated Prince Xi." Zhou Yuanhu shook his head and sighed.

After all, Prince Jing was too much.

Obviously Prince Xi was not a threat to the throne, but he still wanted to assassinate him and put him to death.

Even rabbits bite when they are anxious. No wonder Prince Xi was angry and came to kill directly.

Where are the guards in Prince Jing's mansion?

How could Prince Jing not be on guard against Prince Xi's sudden attack? Prince Xi has been forced into a corner, how can we not guard against the desperate dog jumping over the wall?

Even with the precautions, we still can't prevent Prince Xi's assassination?

It seems that Prince Xi is more powerful than imagined, and even hidden.

"Is it wrong?" Mrs. Zhou said: "Will it not be the assassin of Daqian who framed Prince Jing?"

"... Hard to say." Zhou Yuanhu shook his head.

I am not from Prince Jing's mansion, how can I know this?

But Prince Xi must not be wrong, and he came to the door in person to find out this.

After finally finding out, he was furious and killed Prince Jing directly.

The only thing to worry about now is whether Prince Jing can be saved. The magic water pipe is useless. If he can be saved, it's good.

If he can't be saved, the whole Dayun will be in turmoil.

After all, Prince Jing is a prince in name only, and the only heir to the throne.

Mrs. Zhou frowned and thought.

Zhou Yuanhu held her hand and whispered, "Madam, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. We don't have to worry about it. Be careful not to get tired."

It's not easy to get pregnant, and there must be no accidents.

Mrs. Zhou looked at him worriedly: "I hope you won't be implicated."

"I haven't entered Prince Jing's mansion yet, so it's not my turn." Zhou Yuanhu smiled and said, "I'm lucky. If Prince Xi had come a little later, I might have really gone in."

"Alas!" Mrs. Zhou sighed.

Old Deng ran back soon, panting, pale, and clasped his fists and said, "Master, Madam, Prince Jing is indeed dead. Prince Xi punched Prince Jing in the head, and he bled to death from all seven orifices. He couldn't even drink the holy water."

"Prince Jing was hit in the head?"

"It is said that the brain burst, and red and white flowed out of all seven orifices!"

"... In this case, I'm afraid that even if the monk Fakong came in person to perform the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, he couldn't be saved." Zhou Yuanhu said.

Prince Xi was a top-notch grandmaster. A solid punch would definitely turn his head into a mess, and he would die.

"Alas..." Madam Zhou sighed.

Prince Jing was so high-spirited and prominent before this, but now he was beaten to death with his brain burst, which was miserable.

Zhou Yuanhu said: "Didn't you send someone to invite the monk Fakong?"

"This..." Old Deng hesitated and shook his head, saying: "I don't think I've heard of this."

"Try it out!" Zhou Yuanhu waved his hand.

Old Deng hurriedly responded and left.

Zhou Yuanhu stood up and paced with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Zhou calmed down and said softly, "Prince Jing is dead."

Zhou Yuanhu nodded, "I don't know how the emperor will punish Prince Xi. Prince Xi is too reckless."

"He was also forced."

"Sending someone to assassinate is fine, but killing Prince Jing with your own hands is different." Zhou Yuanhu shook his head, "What a pity."

He had a great liking for the eldest prince Hu Houqing. As the eldest prince, he did not stay in Yunjing to compete for the position of the crown prince, but went to a remote place to guard Zhenlongyuan. His mind and courage were amazing and impressive.

The eldest prince was already like this, and Prince Jing was still unwilling to kill him. It was really too wrong.

Mrs. Zhou nodded slowly.

After a while, Lao Deng hurried over again, with a look of surprise on his face: "Master, Madam, Prince Jing is alive again!"

"Alive?"

"The emperor came out of retreat and invited the monk Fakong, and then the monk Fakong cast a Buddhist spell to resurrect Prince Jing!" Lao Deng looked amazed.

This was beyond his imagination.

Madam Zhou stood up suddenly, which startled Zhou Yuanhu. He quickly supported her and glared at her in reproach: "Madam!"

Mrs. Zhou smiled sheepishly and looked at Old Deng: "Did Monk Fakong take action?"

"Yes, the emperor personally went to Xuankong Temple to invite him after he came out of seclusion." Old Deng nodded vigorously and said excitedly: "Monk Fakong cast a... some kind of curse to save Prince Jing!"

"Can you survive even if your brain is shattered?" Zhou Yuanhu said.

He always thought that those who came back from the dead were injured secretly, not those whose brains were shattered.

How to resurrect a broken head?

The Buddhist mantra can always prevent the broken brain from becoming like tofu brain and bleeding out along with the blood. How to recover? No matter how powerful the Buddha's mantra is, it can't do this!

Lao Deng nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, he is alive and can speak, but it will take time to recover slowly. It is said that it will take a month to recover."

"This..." Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Yuanhu looked at each other, still feeling incredible.

This is outrageous.

Seeing their suspicion, Lao Deng hurriedly said: "Master and Madam, I don't believe it either, so I paid a maid from Prince Jing's palace. She saw it with her own eyes and said that the Buddhist monk Fukong personally cast the Buddhist spell in the company of the emperor. After that, Prince Jing woke up and spoke, and then soaked in the holy water. The holy monk himself said that it would take a month to recover. "

"It will take a month to recover..." Zhou Yuanhu said with emotion: "The Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra of Monk Fakong is well-deserved."

Mrs. Zhou nodded.

Zhou Yuanhu said: "After Prince Jing comes back to life, he can continue to be the prince. I'm afraid the eldest prince will be in trouble."

Mrs. Zhou said softly: "Master, Prince Jing only has sixty years to live. He is no longer suitable to be an emperor. ... It's better to wait."

"Yes, wait." Zhou Yuanhu nodded hurriedly: "We will go to Xuankong Temple tomorrow and kowtow outside the temple."

He really wanted to see Fakong.