She sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered something unknown, but as Mother Luo listened, she heard that the heavy-armored soldiers guarding the altar were actually chanting the name of the Buddha. Are they all monk soldiers?
She was surprised and puzzled. She had just heard about the Puppet King and the Lord of the Netherworld in the mausoleum. She looked at the young lady at the bottom of the altar.
She is the only person who has cultivated into the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld.
Maybe he has cultivated to the tenth level.
But what is the Lord of the Netherworld?
This earth altar is really strange with monks and soldiers guarding it.
The dead old eunuchs in the East Palace once said that the tomb of Taizu imitated the structure of the tomb of the Yuan Emperor in the previous dynasty. There was a formation of stone monks and soldiers in front of the mausoleum gate on the third floor. This is a tantric formation. I really don’t know what this altar of earth is.
What's the origin?
"Two!" she roared, and the roar of the Buddhist lion stopped the closing mausoleum gate for a while.
"Throw away one!" Li Funing screamed at Yu Ci.
Yuci stomped her feet and could only abandon the big box she wanted to drag in her hand, turned around and ran to the door.
Xiliu kicked over and smashed the second large box on her back. Yuci was still holding three small iron boxes in both arms. Xiao Zhao roared: "You are crazy, throw away the left one!"
"three!"
Yu Ci gritted her teeth and threw the two iron boxes between the cracks in the door. Everyone was overjoyed: "Smart!"
Baifu'er caught the edict jade box thrown by Liu Ruhai and rushed out of the mausoleum gate first, screaming: "Miss Qing, wait a moment! Our manager hasn't come out yet—!"
"Hurry up!" she shouted.
Lou Xiliu saw Nan Twelve arriving first, stabbed Bai Fu'er to death with a cold sword, jumped out of the mausoleum gate and grabbed the jade box.
"Be careful!" Lou Xiliu screamed, Qin Meng held two swords in his hands, and Jue saw Guanghan, blocking him ten steps outside the mausoleum gate. Nan Twelve did not run away, but rushed to the bottom of the altar.
"Follow me——!" He stabbed Cao Xiwan with a sword. The sword was divided into twelve parts and stabbed her twelve acupuncture points.
She opened her eyes suddenly and smiled: "I'm waiting for you."
Her lion's roar shook the nine hundred heavily armored puppets guarding the altar, and they chanted Buddha's praises in unison.
Nan Twelve heard the scriptures they chanted: "The supreme divine and subtle Dharma, hundreds of millions of calamities will be encountered..."
This is?
Nan Twelve saw the Buddha's shadow rising slowly amid the dancing flowers in the sky.
It seemed like she and he were chasing each other happily at the foot of the cool mountain, riding on horseback. The green branches and autumn leaves were dyed green and red.
They met Duke Liang who was traveling in civilian clothes. The guards cleared the way, and she and him quickly stepped aside.
"……she is?"
"...Yes...I know her." He stammered, "It's the little lady I know."
"Yes." Liang Guogong nodded and drove his horse over. At that moment, he was extremely happy.
Does his father think Xiaowan can be a match for him?
Does the father mean to agree?
When we returned to the Duke's Mansion, the eldest sister whispered, "That's a domestic slave from the Nankang Marquis Mansion. My father said, no."
Suddenly, Nan Twelve saw Qingliang Mountain transformed into a Buddha statue, standing on a green lotus, with a jeweled Dharma wheel in his left hand and a diamond tin staff in his right hand. His pupils shrank, and the tin staff swung down heavily and hit him in front of him.
There are nine levels of the underworld, and there is another level below the nine levels.
The Buddha's light slowly shines and the lotus blooms.
The tenth level of the Netherworld.
He stared at the tall Buddha in front of him and murmured: "Ksitigarbha... Bodhisattva..."
"Disciple...I regret it...I'm sorry for her..." He finally raised his hand, and in the sound of the Buddha's trumpet, his body couldn't help but take a selfie of Nan Twelve's Tianling Cap.
He slowly fell to the bottom of the altar.
The Buddha's shadow gradually faded, and he looked at her sitting cross-legged: "Do you hate me?"
"I have stabbed you." She smiled, "I forgot about you."
"...Okay..." He smiled and closed his eyes.
End of breath.
Liu Ruhai landed at the bottom of the altar. She closed her eyes and slowly chanted sutras with the heavily armored puppets. The sound of the sutras echoed, and the imperial mausoleum was shaking.
——"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra"
A jade box fell in front of her. She opened it and rolled it over, revealing the edict of Taizu.
He stretched out his hand to pick it up, but could not touch it, because he felt that if he took another step forward, he might be swept into the altar of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and be controlled by the chanting sound of the tenth level of the netherworld.
He might, like Nan Twelve, repent in front of her and commit suicide.
During the few days in the mausoleum, the capital city experienced many changes.
In the palace.
Liu Zaitian had a secret discussion with King Zhao.
"Taizu decided to move the capital before his death, and asked His Majesty Huiwen to discuss this important matter after he succeeded to the throne. According to what Wang Laodang said, there should be an edict that accompanied Taizu to the imperial mausoleum. The prince can regard this intention as the reason why he had no choice but to rebel and ascend the throne.
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"The Imperial Master is indeed a great talent!" Prince Zhao was delighted.
Prince Zhao heard this on the side and thought it made sense. However, he was secretly wary of this Imperial Master. This Imperial Master secretly had a good relationship with his second brother. He didn't know it until Manager Liu reminded him.
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Moreover, he didn't understand why General Manager Liu mentioned this brother. He always said that he couldn't be around the prince because he would cause big trouble.
Although he didn't understand, now that the matter had been decided, he hoped that Manager Liu would win over his brother, or perhaps drive away the national advisor.
Liu Zaitian was about to retire when he looked at Prince Zhao with a smile: "Today is the last day that the prince will wear the vassal uniform. The enthronement ceremony is an auspicious day. I have carefully calculated it and everything goes well."
Prince Zhao and his son were all smiling.
The prince was filled with joy after hearing this, and felt that it was right for Master Liu to gain the trust of his father. However, he never expected that the prince's vassal uniform was the one Liu Zaitian wore when he killed the prince of Qin outside the palace that day.
That set.
"I excuse myself."
"For the edict, please leave it to the imperial advisor. Gu and other ministers will definitely make arrangements for moving the capital."
"Your Majesty's plan."
When Liu Zaitian stepped out of the Yangxin Hall, the river was already falling, the moon was setting, and dawn was about to dawn.
The former chief eunuch of Yinlong Spy, Eunuch Wang, is dead. The current chief is naturally Liu Ruhai.
According to Yinlong Spy's report, His Majesty Huiwen passed away in the tunnel, and the Qingluo female ghost gave him a ride when he was about to die.
But if Prince Zhao falls ill, no one can give him a lift.
Liu Zaitian smiled and nodded.
Cao Xiwan was the last one to walk out of the imperial mausoleum. At this time, winter turned to spring and the world was settled.
In Xuzhou City, Duke Mei Guo defended the isolated city and received a letter from his wife, Princess Ning, stating that his wife and children were all besieged in the capital.
Duke Mei went out of the city and surrendered.
After Cao Xiwan and Su Jintian conspired with their companions, they dispersed. They divided the treasure in Zhongshan and went their separate ways.
She dressed up as Sister-in-law Qu, rode a donkey, and walked on the mountain path.
But I heard sixteen jade flutes blowing in the wind.
With the sound of hooves, she saw her little grandson.
The little grandson was standing next to the body of Marquis Nankang, crying.
She jumped off the donkey.
The little grandson looked at the ugly pregnant woman.
"It's me." she said.
He nodded desperately, tears streaming down his face: "The Marquis of Nankang...the Marquis of Nankang...is dead."
Looking around, Qinglan felt cold. This is a small road leaving Zhongshan.
The Marquis of Nankang changed into ordinary people's clothes and probably arranged for his confidants to go separate ways to draw attention away. He took his little grandson alone and left anonymously.
But she took a closer look at Mr. Hou's fatal injury.
A poisonous crossbow sleeve arrow was stuck in his lower back. It was very small and very vicious. She could tell who the murderer was at a glance.
——Mother Chen.
She came to avenge her wife Lou Shuluan. Mother Chen must have been able to tell that the only person who could take the little grandson away alone was Song Chengming himself.