Chapter 279 When the Cunning Rabbit Dies, the Running Dog Is Cooked

"Yes."

Knowing the concerns of the Buddha Lord Xina, the Buddha Lord Xiyin nodded in approval.

Although he would rather verify the way forward himself, the Buddha Lord Xiyin also knew that he needed to consider the future of the Dust Buddha Realm.

Today, there has not been a new Buddha Lord born in the Xisha Buddha Kingdom. As a new Buddha Lord, he must escort the Buddha Kingdom, otherwise it will threaten the inheritance of the Dust Buddha Realm.

"Great good."

Seeing that the Buddha Lord Xiyin agreed, the Buddha Lord Xina smiled and clasped his hands together.

On the other side, Wang Ren, who had left the Dust Buddha Realm, stood on the body of the Xiaoqi Sword, admiring the mountains and rivers, customs and customs of the other world.

The first half an hour was all in this Buddhist-dominated territory.

This thousands of miles of territory seemed to be divided into several countries, and the decorations between the soldiers were different. The only thing in common was the worship of Buddhism.

It was not until he passed a towering mountain range that Wang Ren saw a country similar to the ancient China. When his spiritual consciousness swept over it, he knew that this was the Ming Dynasty he was looking for.

As if the same mirror has a different side, the Ming Dynasty in this martial arts world also uses Zhu as the national surname, and the country has lasted for more than 600 years.

Thanks to the abundant vitality of the martial arts world, the crops here have a high yield, so there is little famine in the Ming Dynasty, and the national strength is growing day by day, and there is no sign of national decline.

"It turns out that he entered the martial arts from Confucianism and became a school of his own."

Less than half an hour after arriving in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Ren found the traces of his other world from some clues.

Wang Ren, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty and the university scholar of Zhongji Hall, was too arrogant in his youth and repeatedly wrote letters to criticize the mistakes of the previous emperor. After being demoted, he guarded the border for 30 years, entered the martial arts from Confucianism, and reached the realm of the ninth level of the innate.

Now, Wang Ren has been the prime minister of the cabinet for more than 50 years and is now 125 years old.

Although 125 years old is already a long life beyond common sense in ancient China, it is nothing in this martial arts world where the average life expectancy is over 90 years old.

Especially for the innate ninth-level master with a lifespan of more than 200 years, there are still hundreds of years to go.

Logically speaking, the university student Wang was in his prime, so why did the Qiangu APP speculate that the other party's death was imminent.

With this question, Wang Ren, who had a cup of tea in a teahouse in the capital of Daming, got up and came to the residence of the Grand Secretary where his spiritual sense was locked.

"Grandfather, is it worth it for you?"

In the residence of the Grand Secretary of Zhongji Hall, a middle-aged man half-knelt in front of an old man with gray hair and a thin face, with confusion and sadness on his face.

"The current majesty has been on the throne for 20 years and has been tolerant enough to me. If you don't retire at this time, it will not be a good story of monarch and ministers getting along well."

Wang Ren saw the problem of his grandson very clearly.

"Even so, grandpa, you should resign and retire, return to your hometown, and live out your life. Why do you have to go to that bitter and cold place?"

After listening to his grandfather's words, Wang Ren continued to ask.

At the morning court today, my grandfather submitted his resignation to His Majesty, saying that he was exhausted and wanted to spend the rest of his life in Xihai Pass to educate the herdsmen and quell the disputes that occasionally arise on the border.

Although Xihai Pass is also the territory of the Ming Dynasty, it is located on the westernmost border, 4,000 miles away from the capital, and is isolated from the Ming Dynasty.

Except for the 30,000 local garrisons, there are few Ming people within hundreds of miles of Xihai Pass, which is basically cut off from the Ming Dynasty. It can be said to be a bitter and cold place, and it has always been a place where officials with serious crimes are exiled.

"Foolish child, I have been in the Ming Dynasty officialdom for a hundred years, served as prime minister for fifty years, and my students and old officials are all over the court and the country. Even if I return to my hometown to spend my old age, I still have a great influence on the court and the country. My students and old friends will use my name to form cliques, which will hinder the imperial power of His Majesty today. Once His Majesty no longer tolerates it, it will be a catastrophe for our Wang family."

Looking at the grandson in front of him who can only be regarded as an average person, Wang Ren sighed and still told the reason in secret.

If the reason is not explained today, it is possible that this grandson will be used by the enemy in secret and cause great disaster to the entire Wang family.

"But grandpa is over a hundred years old. How can I watch you suffer in a cold and bitter place?"

After getting the explanation from his grandfather, Wang Long also understood the danger, but he was reluctant to leave him.

His father was a weak scholar without martial arts. He had a son in his later years. Wang Long lost his father shortly after he was born. He was raised by his grandfather since he was a child. The deep affection between them is hard to describe.

Moreover, Wang Long knew that once his grandfather went to Xihai Pass, he might never come back in this life.

"Foolish child, don't worry about grandpa. My cultivation has reached the ninth level of innateness. Maybe I can receive wedding wine sent by your grandson."

Knowing the worries of this grandson, Wang Ren smiled and comforted him.

Although his grandson's achievements in Confucianism are not high, his talent in martial arts is not bad. He is now forty-five years old and has reached the fourth level of innateness. Maybe he will have the opportunity to be promoted to the seventh level of innateness in the future.

When he leaves the Ming Dynasty, his grandson will resign and retire, and maybe the Wang family will continue for hundreds of years.

"My grandson will personally deliver it to grandfather."

After hearing his grandfather's words, Wang Ren immediately promised.

"Hahaha."

While the grandfather and grandson were chatting, three imperial edicts of reward were sent from the palace, and many fields, houses and rare treasures were granted.

Knowing that this was an indirect urging from the emperor in the palace, Wang Ren did not stay for long and left the capital that night under the cover of darkness, without giving his students and old friends a chance to see him off.

"Sir, please stay, the imperial edict has arrived."

Thirty miles away from the capital, Wang Ren, who was resting in the pavilion, heard a burst of hurried horse hooves and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

With his ninth-level Xiantian cultivation, he could easily detect that there were more than 20 people coming this time, and some of them were carrying food and drinks.

"Wang Ren, accept the order."

"The edict says."

Hearing that the emperor had the banquet from the imperial kitchen delivered, most of which were the delicacies he had loved for many years, Wang Ren was somewhat moved and bowed to the capital to express his gratitude.

However, when he took a sip of the wine, he found something strange.

As the wine blended into his meridians, it was actually dissolving his true energy. His ninth-level Xiantian cultivation also consumed a lot of true energy to wrap up the medicinal power in the wine. Wang Ren immediately thought of a strange poison in his mind - Tianji Leak.

Having served as the prime minister of the cabinet for fifty years, Wang Ren also knew some royal secrets. He knew that this strange poison was a treasure of the Ming royal family and was specifically targeted at martial arts masters above the middle level of Xiantian.

Unexpectedly, he worked diligently for the country for more than a hundred years, and went to Xihai Pass to educate foreigners before he was old, but he still couldn't get rid of his majesty's murderous intentions.

It seems that his existence hinders the imperial power. If he lingers on, the imperial power and the power of the cabinet will fight each other, and countless people will fall to the ground. It may even get out of control, and the people will suffer.

For the sake of the Ming Dynasty that he has protected for more than a hundred years, Wang Ren knows that he has to go.

"Alas."

Thinking of the key points, Wang Ren, who is free and easy by nature, happily picked up the wine pot and poured it into his mouth.

Without using the true qi to remove the medicinal power of Tianji Xie, the wine that has been integrated into the meridians continues to dissolve Wang Ren's true qi, and his cultivation of the ninth level of Xiantian can't stop falling.

Wang Ren, who fell from the eighth level of Xiantian, the seventh level of Xiantian, to the sixth level of Xiantian, suddenly vomited blood, which began to spread from his gray temples, and the white instantly covered his entire hair.

"Lord!!!"

Seeing Wang Ren vomiting blood, the six followers around him hurried forward to check, and even the guards in the team of delivering the decree showed strange colors.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was because Wang Ge Lao drank the wine bestowed by His Majesty that his cultivation became unstable and he vomited blood.

It turned out that His Majesty did not ask them to deliver the wine bestowed by His Majesty at all, but to really "see Wang Ge Lao off".

Thinking of Wang Ge Lao, who had served the country and the people for decades, ending up with a cunning rabbit dying and a running dog being cooked, the guards could not help but turn their heads to the side.

"This"

The eunuch who was not ordered in advance was also shocked for a moment, but he pretended to be calm.

"It's okay, I'm just excited."

Waving his hand to signal his entourage not to come over, Wang Ren continued to eat the exquisite food, as if he didn't care about the blood stains on it.

Dozens of miles away in the imperial palace of the capital, the middle-aged emperor who was practicing calligraphy in the imperial study said with a smile: "Xiao Anzi, do you think the teacher will like the food I sent over?"