The Path Toward Heaven

(This chapter was supposed to be the last chapter where a room full of dark lights couldn't shine through me. Fortunately, I am very satisfied with the title of this chapter.)

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In the main hall, Master Chen and a military commander once said mockingly that even if Jing Jiu could trap these officials in the palace, it would be useless.

Jing Jiu never thought of doing this at all, but directly killed them all.

Dozens of officials fell in a pool of blood, and he paid a price.

Those generals had some skills, and Master Chen had already made preparations in advance, and invited a few strong practitioners to pretend to be officials and enter the palace.

The morning sun shone on his pale face, and he looked at the distant sky outside the imperial city, thinking about things that happened a long time ago and a long time after.

History is always repeating itself, the only difference is that his realm strength here is somewhat low.

The little eunuch walked out along the corner of the main hall with several officials who were still alive. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, thinking about the cruel and bloody scenes before, the legs of those officials were a little weak, and they reluctantly walked out of the hall. Looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was covered in blood and holding a sword, he knelt down without daring to look directly.

If you can still walk, go and get things done.

There was no emotion in Jing Jiu's voice.

Those officials didn't dare to delay, propped up their bodies with their hands, and walked out of the palace as fast as they could.

There are still many things they need to do. Appease the imperial army is the first step, and rescuing those adults from the imperial prison is the second.

There was a little commotion outside the imperial city, but it soon calmed down. It didn't take long for the palace gate to be opened again. Dozens of officials came to the front of the palace and knelt down in front of Jing Jiu.

These people had just left the imperial prison, and they were still wearing prison uniforms, looking extremely embarrassed.

General Pei and Zhou Taishou knelt at the front.

The former is the most trusted and most prestigious general in the state of Chu by Grand Master Zhang, while the latter's status is much lower, but he is the future prime minister prepared by Grand Master Zhang for Jing Jiu.

They heard from those colleagues what happened in the hall today, and they couldn't believe it at all. Until now, seeing dozens of eunuchs and maids under the command of several eunuchs, continuously pouring water into the hall, watching the blood flow out of the hall like a waterfall, and dripping down the stone steps, they were shocked and confirmed that it was true.

His Majesty almost killed all the officials in the court.

Jing Jiu looked at General Pei and said, Go to the camp outside the city. If there are any problems in the capital, they will be extinguished immediately.

General Pei's expression changed slightly. Zhou Taishou was worried that His Majesty did not know the complexity of the current situation, and said: The capital camp will not listen to General Pei's order. All the prefectures in the capital have already prepared, and those princes and princes will never settle down. Maybe they will take advantage of the chaos and make waves. Your Majesty...

You are the ones chosen by the Grand Scholars. If you can't handle such trivial matters well, his vision will be too bad.

Thinking of Grand Master Chen who died in the palace and Shangshu Jin who died yesterday, Jing Jiu found that Grand Master Zhang's eyesight was indeed not very good, except for seeing himself.

Anyway, don't bother me with such trivial matters, not today, and not in the future. You should learn from him in this regard.

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the cold palace.

Zhuo Rusui yawned and followed him away.

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The rusty lock had been removed, and the side door where the sundries were usually delivered was sealed. Other than that, there was no change in the cold palace, it was still as deserted.

Jing Jiu threw the badly damaged sword into the pool, changed his clothes, and leaned back on the couch, the blood on his body was already clean.

Zhuo Rusui stood in front of the couch and said: If it wasn't for the broken arm, maybe I have forgotten most of the outside things by now.

Jing Jiu said: If you want to compete for the celestial talisman, Qingtian Jian will not let you forget this matter, and it doesn't matter if you forget other things.

Zhuo Rusui said: Uncle, what are you going to do?

Jing Jiu said, What about you?

I'm still thinking about it before, and I'm here to practice killing people.

Zhuo Rusui said as a matter of course: Kill all the other aspirants, and the celestial talisman belongs to Qingshan. Even if it doesn't work, I didn't waste these decades.

Jing Jiu said, I'm about the same.

The Qingshan disciples acted so simply and neatly, it was not surprising that they had a similar layout.

Zhuo Rusui just doesn't understand, since you want to cultivate and kill other aspirants, what are you doing hiding in the palace every day?

He knew that even if he asked, there would be no answer. He didn't see how helpless Tong Yan was when he died, so he raised his hand and gave a casual salute before preparing to leave.

Jing Jiu said, Where are you going?

Zhuo Rusui said: Go to Zhao Guo and kill that eunuch.

Jing Jiu said, He Zhan is a bit perverted, be careful.

After Zhuo Rusui left, the palace became even more deserted and quiet.

The capital is bound to be in chaos today, and it is not known whether General Pei, Zhou Taishou and others can stabilize the situation, nor how many people will die in the end.

Jing Jiu sat on the couch, quietly looking at the sky outside the window, maintaining this posture for a long time.

No one knows what he is thinking, it should have nothing to do with the chaos in the capital.

As the sky shifted, people came to report the current situation outside the hall from time to time. Interestingly speaking, the person who delivered the news was not the little eunuch, but Mr. Zhang.

Perhaps in the eyes of General Pei, Zhou Taishou and others, Mr. Zhang is the most trusted person by His Majesty.

Jing Jiu didn't reply, still looking out of the window, silent.

The sun gradually set, and after twilight came night, and the light in the palace became dim.

Suddenly, a light was lit in the hall.

Flutter, flutter.

The blue bird flapped its wings and flew into the hall, landed on the couch, and turned into that lovely little girl.

Jing Jiu asked, Solved?

Qing'er said: The rebellion of the camp outside the city and the imperial army has been suppressed by Pei Siming, and the mansions of those ministers have been controlled, so you don't have to worry.

Jing Jiu said, I haven't.

Qing'er said angrily: Those people outside like to watch Zhan Luan, so they can use those pictures to fool them, but I always want to show them some pictures of you.

I remember you said that I practice and sleep here every day, and those people outside Echo Valley have long been tired of seeing it.

It's like the scene of you killing people in the temple today. They like to watch it the most. I didn't release it. I don't know how many complaints it caused.

Pictures that cannot be seen directly may be more exciting.

It makes sense, no wonder there are a lot of good reviews.

You're welcome.

You don't have to be polite.

Qing'er was a little annoyed and said, Don't always let me be the messenger in the future, what if Master Bai becomes suspicious?

Jing Jiu said, I will pay attention.

The dim light fell on him.

Because of killing people during the day, his face was a little pale, his expression was a little tired, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, showing a decadent beauty.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er was a little dazed, and only woke up after a while, and said in surprise: You actually lit a lamp?

Jing Jiu hummed.

The palace was seldom lit. It was not until a few days ago that Master Zhang came here before his death.

Thinking about what happened these days, Qing'er asked a little puzzled, You are so focused on cultivation and don't care much about other things, why are you willing to take action this time?

Jing Jiu said: Cultivation requires a quiet place. I do these things no different from a bear getting rid of the threat outside the cave.

Qing'er looked at him and asked, Is that really the case? Is it just that?

Jing Jiu said, Of course.

Qing'er curled her lips and said, Or so...but I still think your move has something to do with the Grand Scholar.

Jing Jiu said, Maybe so.

Qing'er's eyes lit up, and he said, Then what's the difference between the great scholar? To him, you are fake, but to you... well, he might be real... No, since you will leave the illusion, and you may never come back in this lifetime, even if you come, you will never be able to see him again, so to you, he is also fake?

There are too many truths and falsehoods in this sentence, and it has long been unclear whether it is true or false.

Qing'er stared into his eyes and said: According to what you said, all the people who left and never came back are fake each other, so why did you do this?

Jing Jiu looked at the dark light and said, Because there are many things in the world that have nothing to do with truth or falsehood.

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There was silence outside Echo Valley.

The light curtain in the sky stays in that picture.

The dark lights in the temple gradually faded away, and the lights in the capital city were brightly lit. The cavalry stepped on the bluestone road with iron hooves, and their cries gradually died down.

No one heard the previous conversation between Qingniao and Jing Jiu, but everyone has seen the whole story.

No matter how calm the ascetic is, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the picture, and thinking about the joys and sorrows he saw in the past thirty days, he is also a little disappointed.

Sese's eye sockets were already wet, but she didn't know if it was because of Jing Jiu and Zhang Dashi, or why.

Standing on the edge of a cliff somewhere in the distance, Tong Yan was silent for a long time, thinking about Jing Jiu's last words.

Those are all fake.

Practitioners have heard similar words in the process of seeking the Dao. They may come from teachers or fellow students, but they are not as absolute and certain as Jing Jiu.

Hearing this kind of words a lot, many ascetics often have some kind of illusion, and they can touch the reality by recognizing the falsehood, and they can cut off their emotions and nature. But just like what Jing Jiu said, there are many things in the world that have nothing to do with truth or falsehood, so who can really cut off love and sex? In other words, why do you want to cut off your love and sex?

Footsteps sounded from behind the cliff, Tong Yan turned her head to look, and found that it was the black and thin disciple of Wuenmen, and suddenly asked: What do you think of your young master's words?

Liu Shisui was very surprised, thinking that his real identity had been seen through?