After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

The blue-gray world was hazy with rain and fog. In the dark sky, the palace servants and guards lit the ever-burning lamps, and the fierce fire blew away the mist.

Xiangli Feilu looked over.

The next moment, the pink and white figure disappeared, leaving only a blue-gray empty coffin, like a ghost that appeared and disappeared in an instant, not sure whether everything just now was real or illusory.

His eyes narrowed, his dark eyes were like black jade.

Under the coffin, there are keepsakes and paper bindings of the peacock Daming King. Under the keepsakes are exorcism ropes woven by Jiang Guowanmin with wormwood and dried lotus leaves to express their grief.

Jiang Country is humid, and after many days of praying, these grass leaves are slowly decaying in the damp, and can only be suppressed with spices.

"Grandmaster?"

Emperor Jiang Guo looked at Xiangli Feilu in puzzlement, and saw that Xiangli Feilu went straight forward, leaned over and stretched out his hand, and took out a piece of exorcism rope from the coffin.

There are a few strings of raindrops condensed on it, neither soaking nor rolling off, like a string of glazed rolling beads.

He picks it up.

The exorcism rope tilted with his movements, and the raindrops rolled down along the way, but the contaminated places seemed to have encountered flames, and the karma of the phoenix fire instantly burned everything dry and turned into ashes.Then it leaked from the fingertips and dissipated in the wind.

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"Water and fire are incompatible. Our Jiang country is the master of water. If what you see is true, then the meaning behind this is probably a bad omen."

In the pagoda, the fire in the copper urn is burning, reflecting the water mirror crystal clear.

Xiangli Feilu sat intently, still holding the Qingyue Sword tightly in his hand, as if he had become one with the sword.

The souls of Jiang Guo's past national teachers were all born with water, and left their last remaining consciousness in the water mirror to guard this land.

Xiangli Feilu is the only person who can talk to them in the past hundred years.

He is a product of heaven and earth, born without father and mother, he fell under the Jiangguo pagoda on the day of his birth, was discovered by passers-by, and was sent to the previous generation of national teachers.

He has a pair of green eyes, which can see through the true nature of everything in the world, which is also the reason why demons and ghosts have been unable to step into the border of Jiang Kingdom for more than 20 years since he served as the national teacher.

"What was it that came to you during the burial, are you sure? Did you say anything to you?"

Xiangli Feilu's voice was calm and indifferent, without any emotion, as if he was just talking about a rain.

"He came to me and said he would fall in love with me."

The flame reflected in the water mirror was silent for a moment, and then jumped up.

"How does it look like?"

"White clothes, black hair, not straight." Xiang Lifei Lu paused, then added. "At first I thought it was a demon, but I confirmed later that there is no demonic or demonic energy...but the possibility of a demon is not ruled out."

After a while, he recalled the boy's clear voice and smile, and added in a low voice, "He said he...is Phoenix."

This time, there was longer silence in the room.

"Forget it, it's probably not a demon, but a fate."

After a long silence passed, the voice in the water mirror was muffled and hoarse, "If you count the time, it's time for you to go through the catastrophe. You should have passed the catastrophe ten years ago, but you stayed in Jiang Country , just keep procrastinating..."

After a while, the voice said again: "This time it's Love Tribulation, it's not bad. Originally, the peacock died, and we were always worried that when you ascended and encountered Thunder Tribulation, no one would protect you. Now it seems... It is better than Lei Jie, so as not to hurt the bones..."

The flames flickered again, and then fell silent again.

Love is always good, and it has a bit of romantic meaning.How many cultivators begged for love but could not get it, no man would really hate it.

But this one in front of him seems to be the only exception.

Xiangli Feilu's lips were tightly pressed, his black eyelashes drooped, and his expression remained unchanged, as if he was indifferent to this topic.

"Seniors, you should know that what I came here to discuss is not about love."

There seemed to be a faint sigh in the firelight.

As the wind blew, he turned a book in front of Xiangli Feilu, and then stopped on a certain page.

The book was old and heavy, with swollen pages that had obviously been read many times.

"You memorized this Jiang Guo prophecy by heart when you were five years old. Our national teachers of all dynasties rely on the predictions of these ancestors to compete with the sky for a chance of survival, so that Jiang Guo can continue until now. After so many years, we thought you The birth of Jiang Guo will be the greatest good news for Jiang Guo for a long time, but he never thought that it will be... a blessing and a misfortune."

Those ancient words, I don't know how many times he has seen them and gently touched them.

He looked at the prophecy, which described how this country grew out of the long rainy season, how the first emperor of Jiang State made a covenant of guardianship with the national teacher, and how the people of Jiang State lived and worked in peace and contentment step by step... He is The most shining and outstanding national teacher in the prophecy - "born Buddha, do not practice lawlessness", is destined to be the most powerful protector in the history of Jiang Kingdom.

His fingertips moved slowly down.

And he, the most outstanding national teacher of all dynasties, is bound to run into the omen of national subjugation.

——"As soon as the phoenix comes out, Jiang Guo will fall."

"It's actually a good thing for you that your ascension to cross the tribulation of love is actually a good thing for you. If it's suitable, you may not be able to achieve a good relationship, and we will all be happy. It's just Jiang Guo... probably because of your fate with Jiang Guo, that's it."

But who can tell?The person who gave him the Tribulation Trial happened to be Fenghuang.The fate predicted in the prophecy actually fell on their heads in such a bizarre way.

"No." Xiangli Feilu said in a deep voice, and the empty pagoda became even more silent, "There will be no blessings and misfortunes, only Jiang Guo will last forever."

The certainty in his words caused the fire in the water mirror to explode suddenly.

"You are confused! Who doesn't want to ascend? When Peacock was here, you also worked hard to cultivate for him. Now that this time has really come, do you want to give up this opportunity instead..."

"Ten years ago, I could give up Ascension without going through the Tribulation of Thunder, and now I can give up Ascension without going through the Tribulation of Love. My heart was born for Jiang Guo, and I can't tolerate other people. I will always stay here."

Xiangli Feilu stood up, gently closed the pages of the book, turned and walked up the tower.

"If the god is a bad omen, I will kill the god."

The Qingyue Sword was still firmly held in his hand, and the scabbard shone coldly, just like before.

The Jiangguo Pagoda is higher than the city wall, and you can have a panoramic view of the most prosperous place in Jianguoguo at a glance.

In this most majestic and solemn place, there are only some guards guarding the outskirts of the courtyard, and some apprentices from the National Teacher's Terrace, wandering monks and Taoists come to borrow. The nine-story tower, the colder and darker it goes up as it goes up.

According to legend, Jianguo was established in a place where the dead gather, and because it belongs to yin and water, it should not have prospered.But under this pagoda, all the resentful souls of Jiang Guo from ancient times to the present are suppressed, so that they cannot do evil, and this is how Jiang Guo is today.

He walks this road three times a day, stepping over the winding, simple and infiltrated bricks and stones. The sound of preaching thousands of years ago still remains in the gaps between the bricks and stones. The sentry post of the gate is connected, leaving thirteen city gate openings, and the most central place is the place where he meditates and chant sutras.

Without anyone accompanying him, he lit a lamp and held his Qingyue Sword in his hand.

As long as he sits there, like a bluestone sculpture, people who come and go in Jiang country will see him, and then say: "Master is there." It can bring long-term peace of mind to this country.

There were people waiting there tonight. They were people escorted by the imperial army. They lined up in a long line under the rainy night. In the dark night, there were dots of light at first glance, and only then did they find eyes with light behind them.

Tents and iron pots were set up on the city tower for people to rest.

"Master is here. Today you worked hard at the funeral ceremony. You shouldn't be disturbed at this time, but the patients on the other side of the wall said that they couldn't hold it anymore. It was really uncomfortable, so Master Gong..."

"It's okay, let them in."

There is hot water burning in the tower, and the lights are warm yellow and warm, which is in stark contrast to the cold rain that falls into the house from time to time.

Those who came in were several emaciated old men and a woman holding a child.

Whether they are poor or rich in their attire, when they come here, their expressions become stiff and submissive.

Xiangli Feilu checked his pulse one by one, and whispered something to the guard beside him.

"Take the Shenxingcao from Wancaotang, decoct it with water and take it. The first dose will be boiled at my place, and the rest will be taken home. Decoction every day without interruption."

"Excuse me, Master, what is the problem?"

"It's okay. Recently, there are demons passing by the Jiang country, and the remnants of the spiritual energy have come down. The old and young women and children have poor bones and are easy to be overwhelmed. Children under the age of one cannot use medicine. In the past few days, the female benefactor should also take the children to stay in the house. Pagoda guest garden, I will choose an auspicious time to eliminate disasters."

Xiangli Feilu glanced outside the pagoda: "It's late at night, the dew is heavy, and it's raining cats and dogs. All the people who come here are old people. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to go down late at night. Everyone, please wait until dawn."

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

The imperial guards and the palace doctor brought the decocted medicine and distributed it to everyone.

The old people took out the parcels they brought, which contained wheat, shredded snow tobacco and chili strings.

"This year's harvest is not as good as last year's. There are only a few of the best batches. They were selected from thousands of people. Master, you must accept them."

"That's right, there's also the new cloth from our house. The master won't take any money when he returns. These little things are not worth much..."

"The chickens we raise at home, the master only eats vegetarian food, but this chicken can help catch bugs..."

Xiangli Feilu didn't refuse, and asked people to write down every stroke and put it in the merit bank, and then thanked each one seriously.

The pagoda is backed by the royal family, gold, silver and treasures are not accepted, and those that are too expensive are not accepted. The pagoda only accepts food and cloth, and after changing hands, it opens disaster relief in the name of donators.

After the day gradually dawned, the imperial guards sent them down the tower, only the woman with the child was still sitting in the corner, without any movement.

She was wearing a thick cloak, her long black hair fell down, her face could not be seen clearly, and the child in her arms was also quiet.

Xiangli Feilu said: "Female benefactor, I will send you back to the guest garden."

"Buddha, you showed them, but you haven't shown me yet."

The woman's voice was a bit strange, like a slightly lowered hoarse voice.

Xiangli Feilu was stunned for a moment: "When the benefactor's child has seen it, why didn't he propose it at the time and watch it together?"

"I was looking at you at the time, so I didn't have time to take care of you." The other party said leisurely.

Although the voice was low and hoarse, the emotion in it was sincere and warm, which made people's hearts jump.

Xiangli Feilu was born handsome, but since he was a child, he has a different identity and a dignified appearance. Offending him is a crime of disrespect. In the past 20 years, no woman has ever dared to say such a thing to him.

Xiangli Feilu hesitated for a moment, his expression didn't change, he still had a businesslike attitude: "Then, the benefactor will come over and have a look."

The woman stretched out her hand to feel his pulse. Under the gray and dull sleeves, a white wrist was exposed, which seemed to be luminous, and it was soft at a glance.

This feeling is very abrupt.This attire should not be matched with such a soft and white hand, nor should there be a faint fragrance between reaching out.

Xiangli Feilu stretched out his hand to take his pulse, holding his breath and concentrating.

He couldn't see anything wrong with the person in front of him, but his pulse was the strangest pulse he had ever seen in his life.

He was concentrating on contemplating, but he heard the person in front of him lower his voice, he seemed to be smiling, and asked: "Buddha held my hand like this, and then asked me to stay, don't you people know how to arrange you? "

Jiang Guo has always regarded him as a god, and Xiangli Feilu has never heard such a bizarre speculation, as if he was burned, he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, and his voice became even colder: "Benefactor, please don't lie .”

The next moment, he also immediately realized the abnormality in this man's words. The Qingyue sword in his hand was so fast that he couldn't see how it came out. The cold light had already flashed, and a corner of his clothes and a strand of black and smooth hair fell off.

Rong Yi dodged lightly.

He also couldn't see how he did it. He had already sat on the window of the pagoda, with his legs hanging down casually.

The pink and white brocade clothes seemed to be wearing a layer of light rays of light, the outer layer of cloak had been taken off, and the child in his arms was a cover-up, falling to the ground and turning into a piece of soft feathers.

It is the Phoenix.

"What are you going to do?" Xiangli Feilu asked in a cold voice, his whole body became tense for an instant, and even the warm temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.

Rong Yi bent her eyes, the long and narrow phoenix eyes were shining with luster.

This time the distance was closer, it seemed not as ethereal as last time, Xiangli Feilu could see the finely cut embroidery threads on his cuffs.

"I want a nest, and I will give you a day to prepare, are you ready?"

When Rong Yi stretched out his hand, the phoenix feather on the ground seemed to be sucked by something, and returned to his fingertips, swaying lightly, "I didn't see clearly this morning, I just took a closer look at you, you look really good nice."