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The spirits quietly looked at Shi Wuyan.

He nodded knowingly: No wonder Shu Hui didn't do anything when he first came to the store.

Shi Wuyan said softly: "That happened more than a hundred years ago, even...even ghosts and gods, they are not born to understand."

Words like boudoir ghosts and gods... Did you learn it from Director Cheng?

You Xing laughed more: "Well, well, it happened more than a hundred years ago."

Shi Wuyan didn't speak any more, but tilted his head and leaned on You Xingyue.

Jing Yi quietly tugged on the sleeve of the empress, the empress smiled, and stroked Jing Yi's hair: "Jing Yuan, the central ghost emperor, is also Jing Yi's aunt."

"It's an unexpected joy to be able to meet Jing Yi again," Jing Yuan said softly, "I also started as a soul arrester back then. I wanted to check Jing Yi's whereabouts, but I didn't have the authority. When I became the Ghost King's It will be hundreds of years later."

"In the early days, the number of ghosts and gods in the underworld was insufficient, so the practice of 'reincarnation of the fifth life', a soul reincarnated for the fifth life, will destroy the records of the fifth life."

"What's more..."

Jing Yuan looked into Jing Yi's eyes and sighed, "Not everyone is as lucky as Director Cheng. How to ensure that the reincarnated soul remains the same as before? Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if you didn't know each other when you met, or if your face was completely different?"

You Xingyue nodded silently.

The so-called soul refers to the three souls and seven souls.A living soul is a decent soul, a dead soul has only a soul but no soul, and only when reincarnated will the three souls and seven souls be assembled again.

The seven souls will affect the three souls, and Director Cheng's little cub happened to have the original three souls and seven souls after several reincarnations, so when the little cub was born, Shi Wuyan would specifically inform Cheng Mingqian.

Shi Wuyan is bored by You Xingyue's neck.

Jing Yi's eyes lit up: "So, so Auntie, you didn't come to see me?"

Jing Yuandao: "When I wanted to find you, I couldn't find it. When I could find you, it took too long, but I still couldn't find it. It stands to reason that even if it is a sacrifice to the tripod, it only needs the luck of the flesh and blood."

Lan Yin asked curiously: "Why do you have to sacrifice the tripod? I see that the inscription says that there are phoenix feathers and green dragon scales. Can't it hold down a fish essence?"

Without leaving the guest, he said: "It is definitely not true. If it is genuine, there is no need for living people to sacrifice to the cauldron."

Jing Yi said: "Well. That's actually Peacock Feather. We are grateful to these monsters for their willingness to help. They are nicknamed Phoenix Feather. But the Dragon Scale is real. The first casting tripod was not effective enough, and the fish spirit was not seriously injured at that time. I couldn't hold it down at all. The second time, a blue dragon felt compassionate and dropped the scales on my aunt's pillow."

"The fish spirit dominates the Yingjiang River. Although it has always been a fish spirit, it has repelled the dragon. Ordinary monsters dare not compete with it. When I was king in this place, the people on both sides of the strait said less for a year. Worshiping twice, and building a shrine to worship, its appetite and ability are naturally getting bigger and bigger."

Jing Yuan said lightly.

Lan Yin said: "After receiving so much incense, I still want to do evil."

Jing Yi stared in one direction and thought in a daze: "Dragon scales are difficult to melt. The molten iron in the pool has been boiled for several days. The person who cast the tripod said that there is still a lack of an introduction with the air of an emperor. Ming Palace sent it I took sister-in-law's blood, but the amount is not enough."

You Xingyue was silent for a while.

Even if there are real dragon scales and phoenix feathers, it is not easy to refine them.

Jing Yi gently closed his eyes: "I made a tripod twice."

The tripod that was cast for the first time was useless, so it was pushed into the pool again to melt.

Ming Palace sent jade-like dragon scales, and the craftsmen and monks who cast the tripod rejoiced, but the dragon scales entered the pond and did not melt for four days.

The emperor's blood splashed down, and the corners of the dragon scales melted slightly.

The monks gathered together, guarding the Zhuding Pond worryingly.

It was already late at night.

"Not melted yet."

"Would you like to ask His Majesty for a bowl of blood?"

"Only relying on blood, I'm afraid His Majesty won't be able to hold on first! Your Majesty's health is not very good."

"It's been four days, and His Majesty has sent people to ask questions every day."

"The waterway is blocked, and it is a hindrance to the country... It's just the lack of things... How can I say this?"

"What are you missing? I'll look for it!"

Jing Yi lifted the curtain and said anxiously: "The post station sent news this morning that there was a heavy rain in Yingshui, and Yu Jing's injury was already improving. The heavy rain caused huge waves to re-enter the river, and the houses on both sides of the bank collapsed, causing many casualties. !Now it’s been raining continuously for days, and if there is a plague in the disaster-stricken area..."

Jing Yi was covered in dust and looked exhausted. He had been running around for several days, coming all the way from Yingjiang, and saw all kinds of tragic situations.He wanted to transport the gold back to the imperial capital, so he couldn't stay there.

Because of the heavy rain, the waterway was blocked, and the food funds for the disaster relief could not be provided in time, the people on both sides of the strait... unexpectedly had to change their children and eat.

Thinking of the horrors he saw on the road, Jing Yi's eyes turned sore, and he forced back tears: "If the epidemic is rampant, not only the two sides of the Yingjiang River, but also the nearby cities will suffer. The first emperor... was incompetent, and the national treasury was not full. A catastrophe with unimaginable consequences.”

"Everyone, at this critical moment, Yi begs you all not to slack off."

He bowed deeply to the monks and craftsmen.

The monks quickly avoided Jing Yi's big gift, and said in their mouths: "I can't afford it."

A craftsman stepped forward to salute, and turned sideways to let out the pool behind him: "Your Highness, it's not because of us to evade. It's...you see."

Jing Yi stepped forward quickly, and saw a scale larger than the palm of an adult man floating in the molten iron pool. The whole body was blue, and it was a dragon scale.

"Hasn't melted yet? It was already in the pool four days ago."

The monk smiled wryly and said, "The thousands of years of dragon scales are not so easy to use. In the end, the fact that the dragon is willing to send a scale is already for the sake of His Majesty's hard work and love for the people."

The relationship between monsters and humans is not so friendly. Even the beasts who are friendly with the human race are disheartened because of the stupidity of the first emperor and choose to hide from the world.

The craftsman followed and said, "When the dragon scale was delivered, it was still stained with fresh dragon blood. If this scale can be refined, it will definitely be able to restrain that fish essence."

Jing Yi stared fixedly at the dragon scales in the iron water: "How many more days?"

How many days?

Craftsman: "If spiritual power and formations are used to refine it together, it will take three years for the Daoist wizards."

The tripod must be cast in the imperial capital because of the luck of the dragon veins below.

Jing Yi shook his head: "Three years? I have been waiting for four years, and there is no other way? Wait for another three years, I am afraid that the fish spirit's injury will be healed, and the people on both sides of the strait will be devastated."

The tripod was cast in the second year of Kunding, and this year is the sixth year of Kunding, but it still failed.

The craftsman hesitated and said: "It's not that there is no other way, just, need a living person with the aura of an emperor... Sacrifice the cauldron."

The last two words are extremely light.

Jing Yi fell into silence, and the surroundings became quiet for a moment.

The craftsman laughed again and said: "Princes are rich and noble, and their status is precious. Naturally, they can't sacrifice themselves. Let's think of other ways."

What's more, not all princes have the air of an emperor, it depends on fate.

A monk said: "We have engraved a large formation underneath, gathering dragon energy and emperor energy, maybe it can be refined as soon as possible."

Jing Yi grabbed his sleeve, and after a while: "A new batch of gold has arrived, everyone, go and have a look."

The monks and craftsmen withdrew respectfully, and Jing Yi waved away the other courtiers.

Zhenshanhe will not be completed for a long time, and burning the pond is also a waste of money.

Jing Yi walked slowly towards the casting pool.

With the casting pool as the center, a huge formation is depicted on the ground.

When Jing Yi stepped on the formation, the formation sensed the required imperial aura and lit up slightly.

Jing Yi didn't miss the light of the formation.

He was a little dazed, it seems that he also has the so-called air of an emperor?

When my sister-in-law was still Princess Yingzhou, she stroked his hair and said with a smile, "We, Jing Yi, are very talented."

"Your Highness? You need your warrant to let us in."

A craftsman who rushed back looked at Jing Yi suspiciously.

Jing Yi was startled, and then woke up: "I'll go with you."

Four days later, the molten iron in the casting pool was boiling hot, and the dragon scales showed no signs of melting. Ming Palace sent the second and third bowls of blood.

On the seventh day, the emperor said he was ill and stopped court.

No. On the 16th, news of the epidemic came from Jicheng, Yingzhou.

"There is a plague in Jicheng, and there are six dead people. The infected people don't know. Jicheng and Bingcheng Xiancheng are in urgent need of food..."

Standing in the outer hall, Jing Yi listened to the sound of the new emperor's coughing on the screen: "Order cough cough——Lingji city is closed, and grain is transferred from Hecheng..."

No. On the evening of the 16th, the fourth bowl of blood was sent to the emperor's bedroom.

The palace servants who sent the blood looked serious, and the monks also looked bad:

"Why don't you persuade me? Even the dragon energy body protection can't withstand such consumption!"

"Who dares to persuade? Who can persuade?"

No. On the evening of the 17th, Jing Yi dismissed everyone at the casting pool.

Wearing a black court dress, he slowly approached the casting pool.

Every time you take a step forward, the formation lights up slightly.

The heat wave is getting closer and closer, licking the bare skin like tongues of fire.

Jing Yi stood on the edge of the casting pool, he endured it, and whispered: "I'm a little scared."

No one answered.

No one heard the sound of jumping off the casting pool, and even the craftsman who came back to watch the fire didn't notice anything unusual.

Only when the morning light illuminates the casting pool, the craftsman rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "It's melted!"

"Dragon scales!"

The craftsmen and monks who heard the cheers ran over one after another, and everyone glanced at the pool.

"It must be blood! The blood is useful!"

"Hurry up, go and report to His Majesty!"

The palace man who delivered the letter flew into the bedroom. The emperor's hands were wrapped in soft cloth scarves, and there was a faint smile on his lips: "It's the rare good news recently. Did you send the letter to Jing Yi?"

The palace man shook his head: "It's not too late yet."

The emperor lowered his head and coughed a few times: "Go and send it, he will be very happy."

When this matter is completed, it will be logical to establish Jing Yi as the crown prince...

More than an emperor?Celebrating inside and outside the court, since the dragon scales have melted, the completion of the great tripod is just around the corner!In one day, the emperor's table was full of requests to escort the tripod into the river.

The palace man who delivered the letter searched all the places he could find, and ran into the bedroom in horror: "Your Majesty!"

The emperor swallowed the concoction in one gulp, put down the bowl, and frowned slightly: "What's the matter of panic?"

The palace people don't care about the affairs of the court. Could it be that the palace is flooded and panicked like this?

The palace man knelt on the ground, his head was knocked on the ground, his hair was messy, and his voice was trembling: "... I can't find His Highness anywhere, I have gone everywhere I can, but I can't find it."

The emperor stood up straight with the table, she was born thin and thin, but she was very powerful, her brows were slightly closed, and said: "He is so big, how can he get lost?!"

The palace man raised his head, but he didn't dare to look at the emperor's face. He said with a trembling voice, "The palace man serving His Highness said... His Highness never came back after visiting the casting pool yesterday."