Chapter 2147 Dajing Royal Family, the Sword of Destiny

"I..."

Death happens in an instant.

At a certain moment in life, I suddenly see the end. I thought my life was still long, but it suddenly intertwined with an ending.

So I realized that everything was irreparable.

Born in a prominent family, I had a perfect life. I learned Taoism when I was young, and practiced the three veins. I became a true man at the age of 100, and learned from all the methods. I took the city behind the Wan Yao Gate, and spread the immortal traces in the forty-nine prefectures. I spent my life for the Central Dajing and the Ji Dynasty...

Such a noble and arrogant real person in the world.

All the past is just a cloud of smoke!

So who... killed me?

I am such an existence...

"I, Ji Yanyue..."

At the last moment when the Taoist body withered and fell backwards, Ji Yanyue opened her eyes wide and roared angrily: "I am Ji Yanyue of the Dajing royal family! How can I die at the hands of villains?!"

She is a member of the Dajing royal family, and she has the courage to die with the enemy.

King Qin Guang is dead. No one can escape the Yama of Hell.

But from beginning to end, she didn't know who the Biancheng King who interfered with the battle was. Her failure to see through and grasp it meant that the subsequent pursuit of Jingshitai or the Central Heavenly Prison might be in vain.

Is there a real person in the world who can do evil and raise a vicious bird Yanxiao without being known by Jingshitai? Even if Jingshitai didn't find it, is the Sanxing Palace, the holy land of the Legalists, a decoration?

The only possibility is that this person is a Yanxiao raised in the sky, but he puts on a mask in the world.

So who is hiding so deeply?

Moreover, he watched the battle all the way, and the interference was so obscure that it was almost not a move, and it was impossible to trace the traces after death.

How can the Dajing royal family die without knowing who died!

How can there be one less person buried in the tomb!

Ji Yanyue's Taoist body was falling, but her unwillingness was rising - her eyes were divided into three colors at this moment, which were blue, red, and white. She looked out and saw through the red moon.

Dao Tu Yan Shu, the pupil of true destiny!

Fate cannot be violated, and life meets once.

Her eyes penetrated the layers of barriers, and also saw through the Yama mask. With an unavoidable attitude, at this moment, she saw the face under the mask——

It is difficult for the top leaders of Jingguo to forget, and it is almost impossible for the strong people in the world not to know this face!

Jiang Wang!

The leader of the Yellow River, the first truth in history, a member of Taixu Pavilion...

The most dazzling name in the world!

She felt incredible, but it was natural.

Jingshitai, Tongmo, Zhuang Gaoxian, Kujue, Qi State, Yan Xiao, Taixu Pavilion...

All kinds of thoughts arose in her heart, mixed together, and then exploded into complex and boundless emotions.

Fate does have an echo.

"Jiang Wang, it's you!" At the last moment of his life, Ji Yanyue's face was ferocious, and he cried out with his last strength: "At that time, they should have killed you and Kujue together!"

Boom boom boom!

Although there was no real thunder, King Biancheng's heart was raining.

His figure fell from the blood moon in an instant and rushed in front of Ji Yanyue: "What did you say?!"

King Qin Guang's green eyes instantly stopped being crazy, and he blocked him with an arm: "This game has nothing to do with you, you are just a spectator! Don't leave any traces, she is provoking you!"

But Ji Yanyue... is dead.

She is completely dead.

Only a few strands of curse power, like smoke, evaporated from her body. They followed the will that King Qin Guang had hidden long ago, captured Ji Yanyue's regrets, and were contaminated with all the plans for the Jinghai Plan -

But King Biancheng no longer cared.

He stood silently behind King Qin Guang, under the Yama mask, there was only a pair of indescribable eyes, staring at Ji Yanyue's body.

What... did you say?

His eyes were asking.

But who could answer him?

In the past years, there were too many questions.

Where did Kujue go? Why has he never appeared again?

Why did Jingli suddenly leave the Dragon Palace? Why did he suddenly go into seclusion and stay there until today? Is it so difficult to get out of the Central Saha World? With Liuli Buddha's roots and talents, what problems can bother him for so long?

Why can't I see anyone every time I go to the Hanging Temple?

Before, I couldn't drive him away, but now I can't even see him...

It seems that all the wrong things in the past four years have been answered at this moment.

This answer is like a spear, hitting the heart after many years.

"She deliberately used this to provoke you." King Qin Guang repeated: "After today, there will be no King Biancheng in the world, don't be impulsive."

He believed that Ji Yanyue was telling the truth, because at such a moment, lies are meaningless. Ji Yanyue will not waste the last moment on lies.

With King Biancheng's character, he will definitely investigate the truth and avenge Kujue.

By then, the "they" mentioned by Ji Yanyue can avenge her.

Ji Yanyue's final knife of destiny has been slashed out! Use cold words as the blade and cruel truth as the blade edge.

How will King Biancheng take it?

This is a useless knife, an unsolvable situation.

With King Qin Guang's mind and means, he couldn't say anything else for a while.

And he himself is now in danger, walking on the edge of the cliff with his head in his hands. If he slips, he will fall into the abyss.

King Biancheng has settled down and said indifferently: "I'm not impulsive-you run for your life."

One step out of the underworld, one step into the void, and he has disappeared without a trace.

"Wait!" King Qin Guang stretched out his hand and grabbed nothing.

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 Jinghai's 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 has 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 concealed this truth, and there must be their reasons.

Breaking it early is a disaster rather than a blessing.

…

…

Taixu Mountain, Wanhua Palace.

Jiang Wang, wearing a green shirt and hanging a sword, stood in front of the palace gate.

"Jiang Cabinet Member——"

Just as the female guard guarding the front of the palace spoke, Jiang Wang already spoke: "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 kept 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 reach 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 that was three years ago - I should say four years ago now."

Cabinet member Huang was a little worried: "But I really don't know what happened specifically. 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 on the spot, saying a slow farewell.

"Huh -" Huang Relic's hand was raised in the air. She had the intention of using the reverse journey to keep the Jiang cabinet member here, but she knew that no matter how many times she repeated it, the figure from behind would never 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 - alas!"

…

…

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, so it is easy to hide its true face, 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 uninhibited, Chongxuanzun 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. Whenever you pass through a border, you must inform him—" Zhaowu said: "Flying straight from Taixu Mountain Gate 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 statue of giant Buddha 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.

Terugo 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.

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. Face the door, face all sentient beings. He, who was always smiling and bright, was not smiling today.

That in 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 for a while, he still said: "Monks should not be too involved in karma. The abbot also knew that he could not persuade him, so he didn't say much... I won't talk to you about some frivolous things. If so, I think you should think about it. How many people support you as a member of the Taixu Cabinet? How many people praise your name in the world now? You are on the right path, 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 reach 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 at the time.”

There was only one calm response from the sky: "One body is worth 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 said this.

Zhaowu was silent for a moment, and finally just clasped 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 the 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 robes flickered, and the cold-faced head of Kanshiyuan appeared in front of him.

His face was usually 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, please speak up. If it's urgent, the old monk can pass it on for 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 by 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 the mountain, I have to pass a few tests, right?"

He was calm at first, but gradually became uneasy: "Let's start with you! 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 aside 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 scolding 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: "Whoever is my fellow disciple of Kujue, and whoever is the eminent monk. Come here if you want to stop me. Come and come if you don't like Kujue!" They all came to Jiang's face. I felt bitter and had tears in my heart. I smiled playfully and asked no questions. I am the one who was saved by his grace and was able to stand here with a straight spine today... Jingshen of Sanbaoshan. ...I’ll ask him for it today.”