God level hypnotist

In March of Yangchun, a spring rain is like oil and crisp, pattering and dripping green all over the city, and then in a blink of an eye it is cloudless and rainy again, and the sun is shining brightly.

The bright blue sky stretched out into the distance, making the palace with red walls and yellow tiles under the capital a new look.

It's a pity that the people inside the palace walls didn't have the heart to appreciate it, instead they were covered by dark clouds and their brows were deeply furrowed.

In the Qianyuan Hall, the sage had just taken the panacea offered by the aisle leader, and was leaning slightly on the couch with his eyes closed.

Perhaps because of the recent continuous rain, he always felt dizzy in his head, mentally weak, and even his body was weak.

But at times like this, there are constant worries.

The sage glanced at the two notebooks in his hand, his heart was flustered, he put both the notebooks on the table in front of him, and let out a long sigh.

But I saw that the two documents that were spread out said nothing but Meng Ren's private deployment of troops the day before yesterday.

The tone is the exact opposite.

A copy was jointly submitted by Yin of Shuntian Prefecture and Yushi Zuodu, pointing out that Meng Ren, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, was accused of using private power, falsely preaching imperial edicts, and privately dispatching troops, etc., and demanded that Meng Ren be severely punished. loan.

Among them, the words were sharp and passionate, the evidence of the crime was analyzed in detail, and the two important officials jointly signed a letter, bypassing the cabinet and doing everything possible to pass it into their hands, which can be said to be very important.

The other was submitted by Wu Youzhen, the chief assistant of the cabinet. Although he also mentioned Meng Ren's private transfer of troops, he explained that there was a reason for this. Meng Ren was eager to teach his son and was confused for a while. Jen intercede.

The sage glanced at the two papers, and couldn't help but frowned again.

For the past two years, he has been devoted to seeking the Tao, and he has long since neglected political affairs. Every time he picks up important documents and takes a look at them, he asks the eunuch Bingbi or Wu Shoufu to decide for himself.But right now, this incident is related to the power in the military, so it has to be carefully considered.

But Wu Shoufu just came to intercede for Meng Ren...

He has always trusted Wu Youzhen very much.Wu Youzhen has been an official for decades, and he has dealt with the affairs of the court without saying anything. The most important thing is that this person is different from other courtiers. Instead of preventing him from refining alchemy and seeking Taoism, he recruits famous Taoists from all over the world and collects fairy herbs from all over the world to help him. Cultivation of the Tao is rewarded, and you will live forever.

Such a virtuous minister, there is no other civil and military man in the Manchu Dynasty.

If even Wu Shoufu pleads for Meng Ren...

The old Taoist, who had been silent for a long time, sensed the saint's embarrassment, and said slowly, "Your Majesty is worried about the political affairs of the court?"

The old Taoist has white hair and beard, and looks like a fairy. When he speaks, his voice is extremely low and pleasant, as calm as a chime.

"Secular kingship, gold, silver, wealth and honor are all surrounded by clouds and mist, which is a taboo for self-cultivation. I hope that your majesty will not be lost by the mundane world."

Shocked by the sound of gold and stone, the sage felt his heart tremble slightly. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly told Yu Laodao what he was thinking: "The Taoist priest is right. It's just that this matter is quite tricky. I also ask the Taoist priest to give me some advice." One or two."

So he told the Taoist priest about Meng Ren's private deployment of troops together with the two documents.

At the end of the sentence, the old man closed his eyes and meditated, stroking his beard with one hand, as if he was in deep thought.

The sage didn't dare to disturb him, but just watched the old Taoist and waited quietly.

After half an incense stick, Fang saw that the old man opened his eyes leisurely, and there seemed to be a gleam of clarity in his eyes.

"Although His Majesty asked the old Taoist for advice, the old Taoist did not dare to say anything about the court affairs. He only said one thing to His Majesty, which might help His Majesty make a decision."

"Your Majesty, do you know an anecdote that has been widely circulated in the capital recently?" The old Taoist squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the saint as if there was nothing, and then turned his eyes away very quickly, still with the talent of a fairy.

The saint frowned and asked doubtfully, "What anecdote?"

"It's about Meng Heng, the son of Shang Shu Meng, who was bewitched by evildoers and fell into evil ways. He went west to the monster mountain, cannibalized people and drank blood." The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and said each word coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice. , It was so cold that people were chilling all over.

However, that was only for a moment, and in the next second, the old man's demeanor became calm and indifferent again, showing no joy or anger, as if what he was talking about was nothing more than wind, frost, rain and dew, and he drank three meals a day.

"Although the old Taoist practice is still inexperienced, I don't know whether this matter is true or not, but people say that there may be no reason for it. If there is something true, then Master Meng's behavior is understandable." The Taoist paused for a while when he said this After a while, he lowered his voice and continued: "Perhaps Mr. Meng was bewitched by the demon method when Meng Heng took advantage of his unpreparedness..."

The sage was startled and suspicious.

This Taoist priest is already a Taoist immortal, since he has guessed like this, then I am afraid that things are not far from each other.

"Then Meng Heng is really so powerful?" The saint couldn't help asking.

The old Taoist didn't answer, but nodded slightly with a serious face, and added after a long while: "Has the sage forgotten why His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly disappeared half a month ago? Where did he go?"

The sage was startled, and recalled suddenly, and couldn't help sweating coldly as his mind turned.

The old Taoist stared at the saint's face, knowing what he was thinking very clearly, he couldn't help showing an inscrutable smile.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, with the old Taoist here, I will definitely not let that evildoer hurt Your Majesty!" He stroked his beard, and his expression was already confident: "However, before the old Taoist catches the evildoer, Your Majesty still don't want to lose it!" It's better to have a size."

These words were spoken calmly and forcefully, without any haste, the sage closed his eyes and exhaled a few times, and he regained his composure.

"What the Taoist said is true." The saint opened his eyes, and there was a flame in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time. It was a conspiracy and ambition that an emperor knew well: "We must not let that evil villain take advantage of the loopholes."

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When Meng Heng's home broke into a group of imperial guards, it was still early in the morning after he had washed up.

At that time, maybe the palace had just lifted the ban, and the forbidden army came straight here from the palace, and sent a decree saying that he should come to the palace to face the saint.

Meng Heng's eyes flicked over the official uniforms on the imperial guards, and he couldn't help but smile inwardly.

Unexpectedly, he was "fortunate" to meet the emperor of this era, and it was at this juncture when rumors abounded.

Yes, he has already learned of the rumors that have been circulating in the capital recently.

Rumors have always been like willow catkins, which can't be stopped when they see the wind.That day Luo Yun came back in a daze, and asked him what happened, but he couldn't open his mouth.In desperation, he performed some spells, and only then did he find out the reason.

After learning the truth, he couldn't help laughing at Luo Yun.It's just someone secretly pushing hands, doing it on purpose, plus ordinary people don't know the truth and follow what others say.

And those who have such scheming and come straight towards him, counting and counting, are just those few people.

But I didn't expect this person to be quite clever, and directly blew this wind to the emperor's ear.

Meng Heng smiled indifferently, straightened his clothes, and calmly followed them away.

However, they rushed all the way, and the swords met, as if they were afraid that he would grow wings and fly away.

As soon as he arrived in the Qianyuan Hall in the palace, he immediately locked the door tightly, and there was a "bang" sound behind him, blocking the glimmer of the sun from the door.

Meng Heng raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept across the hall lightly.

The light in the huge palace is not very clear, only a few bunches of palace lanterns are lit on the left and right of the corridor for illumination.

A huge shadow lurks in the corner, lurking in a dangerous atmosphere.

Meng Heng's thin lips curled up slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the man sitting on the throne without squinting.

The man wore a twelve-pointed crown, and the hanging jade string exuded a radiant brilliance, covering the man's face so that people could not see clearly.

There are no maids serving the man on the left and right, only an elder in Taoist robes, with white beard and hair, half standing in the shadows, vaguely visible, not really.

But in an instant, Meng Heng recognized the identity of the old man.

I see.Sure enough.

The smile on his lips gradually deepened, and after seeing this point, he became more calm, and walked towards the saint step by step in a leisurely manner.

The saint squinted his eyes, his eyes were like sharp swords, he stared at Meng Heng closely, until he walked up to him and saluted, Fang Chen said in a deep voice, "You are Meng Heng?"

It was beyond his expectation that the young man had such a handsome appearance.

However, if this is not the case, it will not be enough to confuse people.

Meng Heng lowered his head and smiled, "Exactly."

The clearer the voice is like the sound of jade, but the attitude is contemptuous and lacks etiquette.

The saint couldn't help but frowned slightly. He restrained his unhappiness, turned his head to the shadow by the wall and said, "Meng Ren, come out."

"Tell me, how did you know that Meng Heng was indeed possessed by evil spirits, and how did you get bewitched by his evil methods?"

"The guilty minister obeys the order." A low, slightly hoarse voice sounded, and at the same time, a figure walked out of the shadows with a hunched back.

It was Meng Ren who was deprived of the position of minister of the Ministry of War and who should have been transferred far away.

Meng Ren didn't wear official uniform, only clothed in commoner clothes, and now he bent down, looking much older.

He bowed his head and walked to the front of the steps to stand still, subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the young man, but his face changed drastically, and he broke out in a cold sweat, resisting the strange feeling in his heart, he abruptly lowered his head and stopped looking at the young man.

"If you kill the demon and catch the demon, how can you catch the demon in your heart; if you kill your wife and son, you will have a rest from heaven."

All of a sudden, the boy's words that day resurfaced in his mind again, every single word was like a spell, which made him have a splitting headache and couldn't get rid of it.

Meng Ren's face turned pale.

The sage waited for a long time without seeing Meng Ren's voice, and urged impatiently: "Meng Ren, I want you to tell me about what Meng Heng has done. If you don't tell me, I will have to tell you to go to the desert in the southwest." forever alone."

This sentence was like a wake-up call, suddenly driving away the last trace of hesitation in Meng Ren's mind.

He closed his eyes, and finally took a step forward, bowed to the Holy Majesty, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, let me be careful."

"Meng Heng's son has been weak since he was a child, and his personality is withdrawn. I have been raising him in the other courtyard of the mansion, and I have been caring for him wholeheartedly. I have raised him until he is 16 years old. I don't want this son to suddenly get seriously ill a year ago and die. , the minister buried him with great grief. I didn't expect the accident to happen suddenly at this time."

"It turns out that Niezi didn't die, but was living outside. What's more, Niezi actually fell into the same place with that evil thing, worked together, learned a whole body of sorcery and evil methods, and committed crimes and crimes in the capital for several months! "When Meng Ren said this, his face became more and more distressed: "It is the fault of the guilty minister, who failed to detect the action of the evil son early, so that today the evil son caused a catastrophe, and please forgive me!"

As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times to the pilgrim.There was a muffled sound on the floor.

"However, half a month ago, this son became more and more lawless! He even performed demons in public in public, and even disobeyed his father's order and refused to obey discipline. It is really treasonous!" Meng Ren had already said the last sentence in tears, and fell down on the ground. On the ground: "The son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault, no matter whether Your Majesty is willing to forgive Heng'er today, please give the sin to the minister, and fulfill the virtue of the sinful minister as a father."

Ever since Meng Heng was caught and couldn't return home that day, he has been haunted by nightmares and worries constantly.

Especially the words that the young man whispered in his ear at the end became his painful nightmare.

Eliminate demons and catch demons, how can you catch the demons in your heart; kill your wife and son, and rest will come from heaven.

The past surged up again and again like a torrent, destroying the hard wall he had built in his heart with great difficulty over the past ten years.

The long road is far away and the soul flies bitterly, but the soul of dreams is less than the Guanshan disaster.

In the past, Yiren's soul was broken, and she mourned every night and thought about it every night.

However, the more nightmares haunted him, the more he couldn't let Meng Heng leave him alone.

That is her only flesh and blood, he must not let him repeat the mistakes of Fushang.

For this, he will pay all the price, and he will not hesitate.

The sage couldn't see his subordinates like this, and felt pity in his heart, but when he thought of the rumors, his pity disappeared.

He frowned, and said: "The purpose of calling Meng Heng here today is to borrow the strength of Daoist Master to expel the evil spirit in him. If this is done and Meng Heng returns to normal, I will naturally not blame him anymore. Him. Besides, you don't know about this matter, Meng Ren, you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Seeing that Meng Ren wanted to say something more, the saint quickly waved his hand, indicating that he could step aside temporarily, and then turned his gaze to the young man who had been standing at the bottom of the steps without saying a word.

The young man's expression was flat, as if Meng Ren's statement just now had nothing to do with him, he just stood there quietly with a faint smile on his lips.

The saint frowned more and more, he straightened the corners of his lips in displeasure, and said coldly: "Meng Heng, what my father said just now, can you admit it?"