Chapter 2147 Dajing Royal Family, the Sword of Life
"I……"
Death happens in an instant.
At a certain moment in life, the end is suddenly seen. The life that I thought was still very long suddenly comes to an end.
Then I realized that everything was irreparable.
Born into a distinguished family, he lived his entire life. He learned Taoism at a young age and participated in all three veins. He became a real person at the age of 100 and learned all kinds of Dharma. Behind the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, he passed through the city, and the forty-nine mansions spread the traces of elves. For the central scene, the surname Ji was in the dynasty
, exhaust this life...
Such a noble and proud person in this world.
Everything in the past is just clouds and smoke!
So who...killed me?
My existence...
"I, Ji Yanyue..."
At the last moment when the Taoist body withered and fell backward, Ji Yanyue opened her eyes wide and roared angrily: "I am Ji Yanyue of the Dajing royal family! How could I die at Xiao Xiao's hands?!"
She is from the royal family of Dajing, and she has the courage to die with the enemy.
King Guang of Qin is doomed. Hell has no door, and no one can escape.
But from the beginning to the end, she didn't know who King Bian Cheng was who interfered with the battle. Her failure to discern and grasp meant that subsequent pursuits at the Jingshi Terrace or the Central Heavenly Prison might be in vain.
How can there be a real person in the world who can do evil things and raise ferocious birds like swallows and owls without being known by Jingshi Tai? Even if Jingshi Tai does not discover it, is the Three Penal Palaces in the Holy Land of Legalism just a decoration?
The only possibility is that this person was raised by Yan Xiao in the outer world, but put on a mask in this world.
So who is it that hides it so deeply?
Moreover, he was watching the entire battle, and the interference was so subtle that it was almost not considered a move, and traces could not be traced after death.
How could the Dajing royal family die without knowing who they died for?
How can there be one less person buried in the tomb!
Ji Yanyue's Taoist body is falling, but her unwillingness is rising - her eyes are divided into three colors at this moment, which are blue, red, and white. Looking from here, she has an insight into the red moon.
Dao Tu Yan Technique, the Eye of True Life!
Destiny cannot be violated, once in life we meet again.
Her eyes penetrated the layers of barriers, and also penetrated the Yama mask. With an unavoidable attitude, at this moment, she saw the face under the mask——
It’s hard for Jingguo’s senior leaders to forget that there is almost no face that the world’s powerful people don’t know!
Jiang Wang!
The leader of the Yellow River, the greatest true person in Qing history, a member of the Taixu cabinet...
The most dazzling name in the world!
She felt incredible, but also took it for granted.
Mirror World Terrace, Tongmo, Zhuang Gaoxian, Kujue, Qi State, Yan Xiao, Taixu Pavilion...
Various thoughts arise in the mind, mixed together, and then explode into complex and unspeakable but boundless emotions.
Destiny does have its echoes.
"Jiang Wang, it's you!" At the last moment of her life, Ji Yanyue's face turned ferocious, and she screamed with her last strength: "They should have killed you and Ku Jue at that time!"
Rumble, rumble!
There was obviously no real thunder, but there was a heavy rain in King Bian Cheng's heart.
His figure fell from the blood moon in an instant and threw himself in front of Ji Yanyue: "What did you say?!"
King Qin Guang's green eyes instantly turned crazy, and he blocked him with his arms: "This game has nothing to do with you, you are just a spectator! Don't leave any trace, she is irritating you!"
But Ji Yanyue... is already dead.
She is completely dead.
Only wisps of spell power, like smoke, evaporated from her body. Adhering to the will of King Qin Guang that had been latent for a long time, they captured Ji Yanyue's residual thoughts and tainted everything about the Jinghai plan——
But King Bian Cheng no longer cares.
He stood silently behind King Qin Guang. Under the mask of Yama, there was only a pair of indescribable eyes, fixedly looking at Ji Yanyue's body.
What did you say?
His eyes were asking.
But who can answer him?
In the past years, there have been too many questions.
Where did Kujue go? Why did he never appear again?
Why did Jingli suddenly leave the Dragon Palace? Why did he suddenly go into seclusion and remain in seclusion to this day? Is it so difficult to escape from the central Saha world? With Liuli Buddha's nature and talent, what problems could have troubled him for so long?
Why do I see no one every time I go to Xuankong Temple?
I couldn't drive them away before, but now I can't even see them...
Everything that has gone wrong in the past four years seems to have been answered at this moment.
This answer is like a stabbing spear, and after many years, it hits the center.
"She deliberately used these words to provoke you." King Qin Guang repeated: "After today, there will be no King Bian Cheng in the world. Don't be impulsive."
He believed that Ji Yanyue was telling the truth, because at such a moment, lies were meaningless. Ji Yanyue would not waste her last moments on lies.
With King Bian Cheng's character, he will definitely investigate the truth and avenge Kujue.
At that time, the "them" Ji Yanyue said will be able to avenge her.
Ji Yanyue's last true sword has been cut out! Using cold language as the blade and cruel truth as the blade.
How will King Bian Cheng take over?
This is an unstoppable sword and an unsolvable situation.
With King Qin Guang's mind and means, he could not say anything else for the moment.
And he himself is now unable to protect himself. He is walking on the edge of the cliff with his head raised. If his steps slip, he will fall into the abyss.
King Bian Cheng had already made up his mind and said in an indifferent voice: "I'm not impulsive - just run away for your life."
One step out of the underworld, one step too far away, has disappeared without a trace.
"Wait a minute!" King Qin Guang stretched out his hand and pulled it out.
The wisps of spell power swam over like a snake searching for grass, and entangled themselves in King Qin Guang's palm. Everything Ji Yanyue knew about the Jinghai plan was contained in it.
But he didn't grasp it immediately.
Walking out of the lower city, every step he took was on the edge of a knife. He never regretted it. He only had one life to fight for.
But today, he suddenly regretted letting King Bian Cheng come to suppress the battle.
Although Ku Jue's death is an established fact, King Bian Cheng will settle the matter sooner or later, whether this time or not. But on this day, it should be as late as possible. Time is King Bian Cheng's friend.
Jingguo and Xuankong Temple tacitly hid this truth, and there must be their reasons.
Breaking it early is a disaster rather than a blessing.
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Taixu Mountain, Wanhua Palace.
Jiang Wang, wearing a green shirt and hanging a sword, stood in front of the palace gate.
"Jiang Cabinet Member——"
As soon as the female guard guarding the palace opened her mouth, Jiang Wang already said: "Yellow relic!"
"Yes!!" Huang Relic walked out of the hall in one step, with a smile on his face: "Hey! Member Jiang! It's not time for the Taixu Conference to start yet, how can you be free today -"
Jiang Wang looked at her: "Are you hiding something from me?"
"I've hidden a lot of things from you -" Huang Sheli stopped talking and looked at him with a tilted head: "You seem to be in a bad mood?"
"The matter about Master Ku Jue." Jiang Wang said, "You have discovered it a long time ago, right? You asked me a lot of strange questions that day."
"Come on, come in and talk." Huang Sheli reached out to hug him: "Come in and have a drink. There is no knot that cannot be untied. If you have wine today, you will get drunk today!"
Jiang Wang stood still and did not move, and Huang Relic's hand finally did not come up.
"I hope to know the truth." Jiang Wang said.
Huang Relic sighed and finally said: "Time."
"The letters written by Master Kujue to you were all written during the same time period..."
She added: "And this was three years ago - now I should say four years ago."
Cabinet member Huang was a little worried: "But I really don't know what exactly happened. Maybe there is some misunderstanding -"
"Thank you." Jiang Wang thanked him calmly, turned around, and disappeared. There was only a faint mark of blue clouds, saying a slow farewell.
"Huh -" Huang Relic's hand was raised in the air. She was determined to keep this member of the Jiang Cabinet here with a reverse journey, but she knew that no matter how many times she repeated it, this back view would not change.
In the end, he just shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked melancholy into the Palace of Flowers.
"There's wine today—oh!"
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The holy land in the west of Buddhism cannot be seen by ordinary people in the world.
Only the most sincere and pious can see the treasure mountain among the mountains - of course, this is almost just a legend.
Mount Sumeru is hidden in mustard seeds, and its true appearance is not revealed for a while, but Jiang Wang naturally knows how to knock on the door.
In fact, he had just arrived across the sky, and Zen Master Zhaowu, who had clear facial features but a broken eyebrow, had already appeared in a bright light.
"The Zen master is waiting for me?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Members of the Taixu Cabinet are recognized by all parties and have the power to dominate the world. Douzhao is arrogant and unrestrained, Zhongxuanzun has no scruples, and Huang Sheli is free and undisciplined... They are often like this. But since you joined the cabinet, you have become more and more calm.
Every time you pass through a border, you must inform him—" Zhaowu said: "Fly straight from the gate of Taixu Mountain to Mount Xumi, without stopping all the way, covering almost half of the world. This is the first time you have done this."
Obviously he has always been paying attention to Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wangdao: "I came here this time to inquire about something."
"Since you sent Zhiwen Zhong back to the mountain, you have never been to Mount Sumeru again. Naturally, Mount Sumeru will always open its gates to you..." Zen Master Zhaowu said, raising his palm and turning it over -
The sea of clouds suddenly opened and I saw the Buddhist altar.
The giant Buddha statue welcomes people with a smile.
The two of them rode a cloud together, walking through the Zen realm, and realized: "The abbot is waiting for you in the quiet room."
"Did the abbot expect me to come?" Jiang Wang asked.
Zhaowu was silent for a moment, and finally just sighed.
When the sigh came to an end, the auspicious clouds dispersed, and Jiang Wang appeared in a Zen room.
Corresponding to Mount Xumi's status as a Buddhist holy land, the abbot's Zen room also has a sense of vastness and boundlessness.
But compared to the fat figure of the Master of Mount Sumeru holding up his brocade cassock, this Zen room seems to be ordinary again.
Sumeru mustard seeds, all in one thought.
Yongde, the owner of the mountain, is sitting on a futon. He faces the gate and all living beings. He is always smiling and bright, but he is not smiling today.
This itself is the answer.
But Jiang Wang still spoke: "Jiang Wang has met the mountain master... let me ask about Master Ku Jue."
Yongde said slowly: "You are a noble person of Mount Xumi. No matter what time you ask, I should know everything about it. But this matter involves other sects, and it is not convenient for me to say anything that Xuankong Temple has not said.
."
He answered everything.
"Is there... any possibility of rescue?" Jiang Wang lowered his eyes slightly and spoke very softly.
Yongde was silent for a long time, and finally clasped his palms together: "This is an established fact, not an unfinished cause and effect."
Jiang Wang also clasped his palms together and bowed to the Buddha: "Thank you, abbot."
Then he turned around and left the Zen room.
Yongde sat quietly in the Zen room, as far away as the giant Buddha.
Zen Master Zhaowu accompanied Jiang Wang out of the gate of Xumi Mountain. After thinking about it, he still said: "Monks shouldn't be too involved in karma. The abbot also knew that he couldn't dissuade him, so he didn't say much... I won't talk to you about some gossip.
If so, I think you still need to think about it. How many people support you as a member of Taixu Cabinet? How many people praise your name in the whole world now? You are on the right path now, and your future is infinitely bright.
"
Jiang Wang bowed deeply to him: "Zen Master, stop, now it's a matter outside the mountain - I will keep your care for me in my heart."
The blue clouds reached the horizon in an instant.
Zen Master Zhaowu stood in the mountains and still said: "Perhaps some things should be buried deep in the years. After some years have passed, when you look back at many things, you may have completely different feelings from the time. What is right?
What was wrong, maybe I couldn’t tell clearly at the time.”
There was only one calm response from the sky: "One body is worth tens of millions of weights, the sky is outside the sky, and the body is outside the body."
This is exactly the Buddhist verse that Zhaowu left behind.
Jiang Wang expressed his feelings this way.
Zhaowu was silent for a moment, and finally just put his hands together: "Namo... Maitreya Buddha!"
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March 17, 3927 in the Dao calendar, was a clear and beautiful day.
The people living near Xuankong Temple witnessed a blue rainbow crossing the sky.
Before the beautiful rainbow dissipated, a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the mountain.
Then a loud voice sounded: "Jiang Wang—come and pay homage to the mountain gate!"
The black monk's robe flickered, and the cold-faced head of Kanshiyuan appeared in front of him.
His face was always serious, and today he also had a frown on his face: "Why is the donor making so much noise in an empty door?"
"Is this door empty?" Jiang Wang stepped forward: "It is indeed empty. Someone should stand here... I want to see the abbot of your temple. Please lead the way."
Kudhi said: "If the donor has something to say, you may as well speak up. If it's urgent, the old monk can pass it on to you."
Jiang Wang then said bluntly: "The matter of the holy monk Kujue!"
"It's Kujue again! He is not a holy monk! He has wandered away." Kudhi said: "Didn't you read the letter——"
Jiang Wang suddenly turned his head and looked directly at him, his peaceful eyes filled with emotions like boiling in the deep sea.
The young master asked almost word for word: "Monks don't lie, right? The first person to enjoy the prestigious position of Kanshiyuan!?"
There was almost no expression on Ku Di's face, but he stopped in front of Jiang Wang resolutely: "Donor Jiang, I already respect you very much. Please don't enter the holy land of Buddhism unless you have permission."
"Ah..." Jiang Wang shook his head and gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword: "For the sake of the holy monk Kujue, I have always respected your temple, including you. What you mean today is,
If I worship a mountain, I have to pass a few tests, right?"
He was calm at first, but gradually became uneasy: "Let's start with you first! Holy Monk Kujue is your senior brother, and I have never heard you show respect to him!"
With a flick of his left hand, he had already brushed away the monks and cleared the place in front of the mountain gate: "Please let me experience your selflessness and the boundless Dharma."
Then he pointed at a random monk: "Go and call the head of your Jianglongyuan. I will visit him next time, and I heard him scold the Holy Monk Kujue! Let me ask you today, using my skill
Sword - I want to know what evil deeds the holy monk Kujue has done in his life to be so disrespected by you!"
He did not let his emotions overflow. He raised his voice and then lowered it: "Any other fellow disciples of Kujue, any eminent monks, anyone who wants to stop me, come, anyone who can't stand Kujue, come!"
They all came to Jiang's face. I felt bitter and had tears in my heart. I smiled playfully without asking anything. I, who was saved by his grace and saved my life, can stand here with a straight spine today... Jingshen of Sanbao Mountain