National Division

"What? The emperor is seriously ill?" The soup spoon in Zhibai's hand fell into the porridge pot with a plop, and he turned around and grabbed the collar of the guard who came to report, "How is that possible! What an injury!"

"It's not an injury..." The guard's face turned pale, "The doctor said, Your Majesty is, it's typhoid fever!"

Typhoid fever is originally difficult to cure, let alone two typhoid fevers, internal and external difficulties, nine and a half out of ten patients will die, and the remaining half will lose their life expectancy.Zhibai is not a doctor, but he has also heard about the severe typhoid fever, so he ran away, shouting loudly: "How can the emperor get typhoid fever!"

"National teacher, the carriage is here!" The guards have never seen Zhibai so stern, and hurriedly followed, "I really don't know. The emperor went to chase the rebels well, and it was obviously a big victory. Both ships were destroyed." It was blown up, the rebels were wiped out, who knows when the troops were withdrawn—the emperor fell down, and then developed a high fever, it has been a day and two nights..."

"What about doctors, don't doctors even prescribe medicine? Go and fetch the imperial doctor! Make a list, and offer a huge reward to the doctor who can cure typhoid fever!" Zhibai was so anxious that his words didn't make sense.When Qi Jun was sick, he had to go to the doctor first, and if he came to tell him now, he was probably already seriously ill.

The guard smiled wryly: "I found all the doctors I could find nearby, and I took the medicine prescribed, but it was useless." After taking it, I didn't even break a drop of sweat.

Zhibai hated him so much that he shouldn't have stayed in the city to serve porridge, so he should have followed Qi Jun: "Where is the emperor now?"

"Just sent back to the official residence of the magistrate in the city." Many houses were collapsed by the snow, and it was difficult to find a place to resettle near the seaside, so we had to send them all the way back. The wind was blowing on the road, and the emperor's illness became worse. .

When Zhibai stumbled into the house, the doctor was administering needles to Qi Jun.It's not for healing, but for him to react and swallow the concoction.His upper body was naked, and rows of silver needles were pierced on the back of his chest, like a hedgehog, but his teeth were still clenched, and all the medicine juice he fed flowed out from his lips, without swallowing it at all.

"This, this is really—" Lang Zhong said half a sentence, seeing the vicious look of the guards next to him, he didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, he just groaned secretly in his heart.When he was first found, he was secretly happy, treating the emperor's illness was something only an imperial doctor in Beijing could do. He had this opportunity in his lifetime, if he was cured, he would be able to get riches and honors at his fingertips.Who would have known only now that this was not an opportunity of cultivation, but the sin of missing eight lifetimes of virtue!If the emperor can't cure it, he probably won't be able to keep his head.

"How is the emperor?" Zhibai asked immediately.

The doctor's legs softened, and he knelt down with a plop: "Returning to my lord, the emperor's typhoid fever is really difficult to cure. Besides, there is no medicine here, and the villain has tried his best." Those soldiers will only yell at him. ——If you can’t be cured, I’ll kill you!It's rare that someone who doesn't look so scary comes to ask questions, I hope he can be let go, he doesn't want any glory and wealth, as long as he can save his life.

"If it is difficult to cure, you must be cured. If you can't cure it, you will be killed!" Zhibai saw that Qi Jun's face was flushed with high fever, but his seal was blue, and his heart sank.He doesn't know how to treat diseases, but he can read physiognomy. Qi Jun's Yintang was darkened, and the aura on the top was about to fade away.

Langzhong's body softened and he fell to the ground, thinking that his life was lost, he couldn't help but exchanged tears: "The villain has really tried his best, the emperor's illness is too serious...the villain still has an old mother and a child at home." Wife and child, please spare the villain's life..."

The leader of the guards waved his hand, and the two guards dragged the doctor out.Zhibai stared at the other doctor with trembling hands and began to give Qi Jun the needle again. His hands were so trembling that he didn't even prick the acupuncture point twice, but just like this, Qi Jun was unconscious and unresponsive. From it: "You go out too."

As if seeing an amnesty, the doctor quickly took the silver needle for Qi Jun, and ran away in a hurry.Zhibai sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Qi Jun's thin face, and felt pain in his heart like a needle prick: "Is there any other doctor?"

The head of the bodyguard also looked as ugly as a dead person: "This is already the best. I have already sent pigeons to pass on the letter to the imperial doctor, but it will take three to five days to come. The national teacher——"

"Tell me." Zhibai kept his eyes on Qi Jun's face, holding his hot hand, wishing to cool it down immediately with his own body temperature.

The leader of the guards sent everyone back, and then suddenly knelt down: "I beg the national teacher to extend the life of the emperor for a few days."

"What?" Zhibai was taken aback by him, "You have something to say, what are you doing?"

The leader of the guards gritted his teeth: "The emperor is afraid that he won't be able to survive tonight."

"Nonsense!" Zhibai's expression changed abruptly.He felt that it was one thing for Qi Jun to be in a bad situation, but it was another thing when the words came out of other people's mouths.

The leader of the guards burst into tears: "It was said by a local doctor who is good at treating typhoid fever. He said that the emperor can't survive the night, but the imperial doctor in the palace can't survive for a while anyway. So the villain is presumptuous. The national teacher once replaced the queen mother. The empress has continued her life, can she continue her life for the emperor? Even if it is only for three or five days, until the imperial doctor arrives, maybe, maybe the emperor can be saved..."

Zhibai lowered his head stiffly to look at Qi Jun.These people only know how to extend their lives, but they don't know that people are different. The Empress Dowager encountered adversity back then, and he could use the method of extending her life to get rid of it, but Qi Jun——Qi Jun's face actually looks like he is about to live!

"Go...get my things." No matter what, you have to try, "Also, seven or fourty-nine candles."

After the snow disaster, finding candles was even more difficult, Zhibai drew a talisman to restrain Qi Jun Niwan Palace, while anxiously waiting for the guards to find candles.But seeing the sky getting dark and the people who went out to look for candles hadn't returned yet, Qi Jun's complexion gradually turned from red with high fever to blue-gray.

"National Teacher, I found it, I found it!" A horse covered in snow and mud rushed to the door, and immediately the guard rolled down with the bag in his arms, and rushed to Zhibai in a few steps, "Qiqi 49 candles, all It’s unused!” This was collected by dozens of guards who ran to kill two horses, “Tell everyone to back off, I won’t call anyone, don’t bother me.” Zhibai hugged the candle, and only ordered The door slammed shut with a bang.

Qi Jun has been moved from the bed to the ground, with a talisman paper on his forehead, and a huge talisman array painted with cinnabar water under his body, and he is lying on the eye of the array.There were 49 small spaces left in the rune array, apparently waiting for candles to be inserted.It was pitch black, and the oil lamp was already lit in the room, illuminating Qi Jun's face as pale as death.His chest was no longer heaving, his hands were cold, but the talisman paper pasted on top of his head trembled slightly as if being blown by breath, only the small area where the talisman paper was pasted was still warm with.

Zhibai frantically lit the candles one by one, sticking them to the blank space left by the talisman array.Everyone was sent away by him, and the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.Just as he was busy lighting candles, he suddenly heard a soft swishing sound from outside the door, as if someone was dragging something and walking over from a distance.

Zhibai's forehead was sweating profusely, but many of these candles were soaked in snow water, and the wicks were not easy to ignite. He only glued half of the candles, and the sound of swishing came to the door.The steps in front of the door are made of bluestone, the sound of the footsteps changed a little as soon as they climbed the steps, as if something as hard as gold and stone collided with the bluestone, making a tinkling sound, from outside to inside the house in just a few steps.

Sweat dripped from Zhibai's eyebrows and seeped into his eyes, which was painful, but he didn't even dare to waste the time of blinking.The door was closed, tightly shut from the beginning to the end, but the dragging footsteps insisted on entering the room.As he got closer, he could hear it more clearly. The sound, clearly the sound of iron chains being dragged across the ground, was walking towards Qi Jun step by step from the door.If someone looked closely, they could see that the talisman paper above Qi Jun's head was moving more and more rapidly as the footsteps approached.

Zhibai suddenly bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood didn't hit the ground as soon as it was sprayed out, but a vague figure was vaguely outlined in the mid-air, and then gradually disappeared, It was as if blood had soaked into the clothes.

Zhibai turned around after spraying the blood, and continued to light the candle quickly and stick it into the talisman array.When the blood in mid-air finally disappeared, he also glued the last candle.However, at this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the gap in the window, and the flame of the candle closest to Qi Jun's head flickered and went out.

Zhibai screamed, and in his cry, the talisman paper attached to Qi Jun's head seemed to be blown up by something, it floated up into the air, and then fell to the ground obliquely, Qi Jun's whole body twitched violently, Immediately stopped moving.

Zhibai scrambled over, stretched out his hand to touch the top of Qi Jun's head, and immediately stayed there—the place that was still warm just now was already cold, Qi Jun lay there, already a dead man through and through up.

"National teacher? National teacher?" The guard outside the house heard a scream, and was really worried, so he had to come and knock on the door, "But what's the matter?" Could it be, could it be the emperor...

Zhibai sat on the ground in a daze, ignoring the coldness of the ground, but tightly grasping Qi Jun's hand, looking down at his ashen face.Qi Jun, just died like this?Just a few days ago, he was still wearing the fiery red golden dragon battle robe, leading the sergeants to fight against the rebels in person.A few days ago, he was still wearing the crimson Kowloon imperial robe, and he directly blamed the court staff for defaming the national teacher in the hall.A few days ago, on the bed in the inner hall of the Star Observatory, he took off his vermilion robe, revealing his snow-white shirt underneath...

"National teacher? What happened!" The guards outside couldn't help but want to knock on the door.

"Go away!" Zhibai suddenly spit out two words.

"what?"

"Get out!" Zhibai almost roared, "Security to your door, trespassers will be killed!"

The guard shivered and retreated quietly.Zhibai looked down at Qi Jun, then suddenly bent down and touched his cold forehead with his own, and said in a low voice, "I'll look for you! Even ghost messengers can't take you away."

The 49 candles were lit again, but the sticking positions had all changed.The cinnabar talisman array on the ground has been altered, and now there is another person in the array—Zhi Bai lying beside Qi Jun, holding Qi Jun's hand tightly with one hand, and closing his eyes.His rosy cheeks paled quickly, and a faint golden ray rose from the top of his head, circled around the room several times, and passed through the door suddenly.If the head of the guards came in at this time, he would probably be frightened crazy, because Zhibai on the ground hadn't breathed yet, and there were only two corpses lying in the forty candlelight in this room.

Total darkness.The snow has stopped for several days, and the night sky is as pure as blue, with countless stars shining.It's just that there is a black fog in front of Zhibai's eyes, and even the stars in the sky can't fall.In front of me is no longer the mansion of the government office, but a vague road, winding forward, on this road, there are faint gray and black figures walking forward, and even the faces and hands and feet cannot be seen clearly.

Zhibai walked forward silently.Walking on this road, he was not as brisk as others, but was sweating all over his head, and his feet seemed to have fallen from lead weights. He couldn't help laughing at himself: A living soul is indeed not as brisk as a dead soul, and even worse than a ghost.

Thinking of how many miles the ghost messenger had hooked Qi Jun, Zhibai felt even more anxious, wishing to spread his wings and fly forward.It wasn't until his legs were sore from walking that he heard the faint sound of water in front of him. Looking far away, he saw a big river in front of him and a stone bridge on the river. The dead souls from all directions were crowding on the bridge, but there were many. A few people fell from the bridge and fell into the river.All of a sudden, there was a shrill sound, which made people's scalps go numb, and even the souls behind him hesitated.

Zhibai was refreshed, and ran over desperately, seeing the dead souls in front of him crowded but not going to the bridge, he simply pushed the dead souls away and squeezed in.

"Hey, where did the living soul come from?" The people standing on the left and right of the bridge had the face of a bull's head and a horse's face, and they came forward to stop Zhibai, "This is not where you came from, so hurry back!"

Zhibai looked forward, and saw a dead soul in front of him, locked by a ghost guard, walking towards a pot of hot soup on the other side of the bridge, and it was Qi Jun from behind.He immediately cheered up, and shouted: "Qi Jun!" Without thinking about it, he raised his hand and patted the gap between his eyebrows, a golden light burst out from between his eyebrows, and the bull's head and horse backed up three steps. Make way for him to run straight across the Naihe Bridge and head straight for Qi Jun's dead soul.

There was chaos on the bridge with a bang.The ghost guard who locked Qi Jun had already brought a bowl of soup for Qi Jun to drink, but suddenly stretched out a hand behind him, overturned the soup bowl, and then stretched out his hand to grab his newly locked ghost : "Qi Jun!"

"Who is making trouble here!" The ghost guard raised his mourning stick and was about to hit the soul, but a golden light burst out, shaking his mourning stick to bounce, and he couldn't help being surprised, "This, this Where did the living soul of cultivation come from?"

Zhibai didn't care about him at all, he dragged Qi Jun and yelled a few words, Qi Jun just woke up from a dream: "Zhibai? Here, where is this?"

"It's the underworld." After Zhibai said a few words, dozens of ghost messengers had already surrounded the two of them, "Who is here to make trouble!"

Zhibai stood in front of Qi Jun and asked, "Why do you seduce people?"

"Nonsense." Suona Qijun's ghost was just shaken by the golden light on his body, and his soul was a little scattered. He didn't dare to do anything casually, and just shouted, "I seduce souls according to the notes in the book of life and death. What do you mean by seducing people?"

"I don't believe it!" Zhibai also raised his voice, "I want to read the Book of Life and Death!"

"What?" Guichai's eyebrows were about to rise to his forehead, "You can read the book of life and death at will? Although you have some skills, you are not an angel of justice. How can you read the book of life and death? Hurry up and move away, or you will disturb the underworld. You can't afford the crime." He stretched out his hand and grabbed Qi Jun.

Zhibai swiped at him with two fingers parallel to each other, a golden light flashed on his fingertips, like a sharp knife cutting through flesh, he actually cut off a mourning stick from the middle, and said coldly: "I want to read the book of life and death, otherwise I will take him away!"

"You, you are so bold!" The ghost messengers were all angry, "If you didn't see you as a person of merit, your soul would have been scattered!"

Zhibai did not retreat half a step: "Scatter my soul? You are so angry! Bring the book of life and death, otherwise don't blame me for turning the underworld upside down. Even if I get the punishment from heaven, you will not be able to escape the troubles in the underworld." !"

This rascal's words made all the ghost officers stare, but they had nothing to say.The living soul in front of him is covered in golden light, and he has obviously cultivated to the point where he is about to become a Nascent Soul, and there is still a faint dragon aura around him, if he really wants to fight, they are not opponents at all. OK.

"What's making the noise here?" A voice came from a distance, and the ghost messenger suddenly saw a life-saving straw, and shouted loudly: "Judge Lingchen, come and see, there is a spirit of cultivation making trouble here!"

"Spiritual dust?" Zhibai suddenly heard the name, but was startled, looked up, and saw a person walking slowly out of the black mist, Zhibai lost his voice when his eyes touched the person, "Master!"