Lanke Chess Edge

"Chuck... ck..."

The old beggar twisted his neck and waist, the blood was still on the ground, but he could talk and walk as if nothing had happened.

"Hey..." "Hey..."

Seeing the old beggar take a few steps towards him, and several imperial guards with poor psychological quality fell backwards, even the guards in front of the palace with strong martial arts, their hearts were twitching violently.

After the old beggar finished speaking, he lowered his head and patted his knees as if dusting off the dust, and then looked around. The large crowd of people who watched the excitement before had basically run away, but there were also very few who hid at the entrance of the alley in the distance and took a sneak peek.

Of course, there are still some people who are still standing still and watching. Naturally, they are Ji Yuan and a few Yuhuaishan monks.

The old beggar glanced at the imperial guards and the guards in front of the temple again, then he cupped his hands towards Ji Yuan and walked towards him.

"Mr. Ji, let you watch a joke, how about some tea?"

Ji Yuan smiled and bowed back.

"I heard that there is still one thousand taels of gold to be awarded the position of Heavenly Master. Mr. Lu is truly rich today. This tea money..."

"Uh... you still have to pay for the tea money, Mr. Ji, our old beggar was beheaded by the emperor, there is no reward for the crime..."

"Hahahaha... Let's go, let's go, I invite you!"

A gentleman in a green shirt and a robe, and a beggar in rags and rags, stepped away while chatting and laughing. They were obviously walking slowly, but it seemed that the scenery in the sight was far away, and it had disappeared in front of them in a few breaths.

It wasn't until Ji Yuan and the old beggar had disappeared for a while that some imperial guards and guards in front of the temple were relieved from an unreal sense of fear.

Looking around again, there were still a few people standing still in long gowns and robes or feather clothes and small crowns, but now they have turned around and left, and some bold people came over to see the situation again.

The pool of blood on the ground was the same as that of an ordinary beheaded person, except that no one needed to clean up the body this time.

After the guards in front of the hall calmed down, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Then, that's really a fairy!?"

"This... us, how do we return to the Holy One?"

"I can only tell the truth..."

Others answered with a little trepidation. What happened just now was so unreal and unbelievable. People who were beheaded and survived could only be explained by immortals.

But what such a report means to the emperor, or what it means to them, the guards in front of the palace dare not think about it.

On the contrary, the guards around are probably fine, maybe it's just a kind of talking point when drinking and chatting in private.

After the imperial guards and the guards in front of the hall left Yongning Street with their own complicated emotions, more people came back here to listen to some bold people talking about the general situation just now.

From time to time, the crowd made noises of disbelief or amazement...

. . .

In the palace, because of the previous episode, the atmosphere in the courtroom fell into embarrassment for a while, and it wasn't until later that he began to report on matters related to the Dharma conference that the atmosphere in the courtroom gradually warmed up.

In addition to reporting some situations during the puja, the rest is to continue to introduce a group of mages to the emperor.

None of the dozen or so mages said anything out of the ordinary, and it was normal for them to introduce themselves and congratulate the emperor on the Longevity Day.

Among this group of people, the old emperor and some ministers obviously have their own sensory tendencies. The good-looking mages naturally pay more attention, such as the monk, such as the fairy wind that Ji Yuan showed Long Zi and Long Nu before. bone old mage.

This meeting happened to be the monk, and an official from the Ministry of Rituals took over Yan Chang's duties and stretched out his hand to guide the monk.

"Your Majesty, this is Master Huitong, not my Dazhen man. He comes from the north of Tingliang Kingdom. He recites and recites scriptures during the Dharma Assembly. The Buddha's voice echoes, making the empty room fragrant!"

"oh?"

Emperor Yuande showed a trace of excitement, looked at the monk and said.

"Master, do you have any profound magical powers?"

The monk forced a smile, took a step after looking around, and bowed to the old emperor with his palms folded.

"Goodness, Great Ming King Buddha, I report back to Your Majesty, the little monk is just a person who eats fast and recites Buddha's name, without any supernatural powers, and participating in the Dharma assembly is nothing more than chanting sutras to pray for blessings and disaster relief!"

In fact, this monk was almost the only mage who didn't want to come to see the emperor. What he did in the Nine Heavens and Ten Meetings was really the work that a normal Water and Land Ceremony should do. The Ministry of Rites selected him as the candidate for Miansheng.

The monk's tone was calm and his face was also plain. The old emperor squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, then gave a cold snort of disappointment before replying.

"Monk, if you say that, is it possible that the lovers of the Ministry of Rites are deceiving you?"

Several officials from the Ministry of Rites suddenly gasped, their scalps were numb.

The monk also raised his head to look at the emperor in a little panic, and quickly put his hands together to worship.

"Goodness, King Buddha of Ming Dynasty, Your Majesty is serious. The so-called pilgrimage audience did not expressly say that they need to have great supernatural powers. They sincerely pray for blessings and eliminate disasters at the Dharma Assembly. Those who receive merit and virtue are the first. I think the lords of the Ministry of Rites are the same. From this consideration!"

"So you think you have merit?"

The emperor asked again, and then looked at the monk indifferently.

Monk Huitong clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Young monk thinks that there are still some."

The atmosphere was slightly silent again. After a short while, the emperor on the dragon chair waved his hand to let the monk back down, and many officials of the Ministry of Rites also breathed a sigh of relief.

When preparing for the face-to-face saint, many officials in charge of the Dharma meeting, including Yan Chang, had a good impression of the monk, while others didn't seem too impressed with the old beggar, but Yan Chang was very impressed. respect.

As it turned out, it was these two people today, one caused Yan Chang to directly cause a catastrophe, and the other caused everyone in the Ministry of Rites to break into a cold sweat.

Seeing the monk withdrawing from the group of mages, the official of the Ministry of Rites raised his spirits and was about to continue introducing the next one, when a sound of reporting came from outside the hall.

"The execution guard reports back~~~~~"

The courtiers and the emperor subconsciously turned their gazes to the outside of the palace, and Emperor Yuande nodded to the old eunuch.

"Xuan."

"yes!"

The old eunuch raised his breath after bowing.

"There is a decree from the Holy Spirit to announce that the guards in front of the execution hall will enter the hall~~~~"

After a few breaths, a total of four guards in front of the hall with swords stepped into the hall together back and forth, but the ministers who were closer could see that their expressions were not very good.

The four of them came to the center of the hall together and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the dragon chair.

This posture made some quick-thinking ministers find it strange. Normally speaking, even if it is a face-to-face, there is no need to kneel down.

"Report to Your Majesty, we have already beheaded the old beggar at the center of Yongning Street..."

"Well, back off!"

The emperor waved his hand in disbelief.

It's just that the four guards in front of the hall didn't get up, and they were still kneeling there.

Emperor Yuande squinted his eyes and looked at the four of them. Could there be any change?

"What? What else is there?"

The four guards glanced at each other. There was no way to hide, but the one on the front right gritted his teeth and spoke anyway.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the humble official beheaded the old beggar with his own hands, and the head rolled down and splashed with blood, it's just..."

"Just what?"

The guard looked up at the emperor, his back felt a little hot.

"Just a moment later, the old beggar whose head was in a different place stood up by himself again. The head and body echoed each other. Finally, the body put its head back on its place and came back to life!"

"What!?"

The old emperor shook his body, grabbed the golden handle of the dragon chair and almost stood up.

"Ah..." "There is such a thing..."

"This guard won't talk nonsense, will he?"

"Does he have the guts..."

...

Not to mention the horror of the emperor, even the courtiers who had kept quiet most of the time before couldn't help talking about it. There were many doubtful, unbelievable and creepy people.

Emperor Yuande trembled slightly with his hands grasping the handle of the chair, stared at the four guards in front of the palace with wide eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"Do you dare to lie to Gu?"

"Don't dare to be humble!" "How dare you commit the crime of deceiving the emperor!"

"The emperor's lesson!"

The four guards turned pale and kowtowed to the emperor.

The guard who spoke before clasped his fists and said bitterly.

"Your Majesty, we will never dare to deceive you. The imperial guards accompanied us to witness together. What's more, there were a lot of onlookers when the head was beheaded on Yongning Street. The old beggar was resurrected from the dead with his head in a different place, scaring many people to flee in panic. Your Majesty only needs to send someone to Yongning Street to ask, even now, the pool of beheaded blood is still there! Please learn from Your Majesty!"

On the dragon chair, Emperor Yuande was short of breath. He pointed to the four guards in front of the hall and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak a few times.

After a long time, he finally asked out.

"He, what about others? Where did he go? Why didn't he come back with you!?"

The muscles of the guards in front of the hall were tense, no matter how uneasy they were, they could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

It was the leading guard who spoke.

"Returning to Your Majesty, after the old beggar got up, he moved his body and left with a man in a green shirt and long robe who looked like a Confucian scholar..."

Emperor Yuande couldn't help standing up, and said angrily.

"You just let him go like this? Why didn't you stop him!?"

The guard in front of the hall looked up at the terrifying emperor, closed his eyes, and continued.

"Both of them are gods and men. They have disappeared within a few steps, and I have no way to track them down... Before the old beggar left, he left a sentence..."

"explain……!"

The guard took a deep breath.

"The old beggar once looked at us and said that the royal aura cannot be easily involved. He also said...and said that his master-student relationship with Your Majesty...is over!"

The old emperor stood there in a daze, with his mouth open and his jaw trembling slightly. Various complex and bewildered emotions were intertwined in his heart, and he seemed to be empty.

For some reason, when the guards in front of the palace uttered these words, the old emperor seemed to have a strong feeling of "this is a fact".

After a long time, the old emperor shook his body, his legs softened, and he fell back on the dragon chair with a "slap...".

"His Majesty!"

The eunuch next to him was nervous and concerned. When the old emperor turned his head to look at him, there was a sense of emptiness in his eyes.

The four guards in front of the hall knelt down and bowed their heads, there was no sound in the hall, and the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

"Ho... ho... ho..."

After a while, Emperor Yuande came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked again at the four guards in front of the palace who dared not make any moves, then turned his head to look at the old eunuch beside him, and said in a slightly hasty voice.

"Promulgate the decree, promulgate the decree, give way to the commander of the infantry, the government office of the Gyeonggi Prefecture, the Sitian Supervisor... all go, all go and find for me, and bring him back! Yanchang, what about Yanchang?"

The state of the old emperor was a little scary, and the old eunuch answered bravely.

"Your Majesty, Master Yan is currently in the dungeon..."

"What? He's in the sky prison? Who can lock him up, who dares to..."

The emperor paused when he said this, and suddenly remembered the past, his face became more depressed, as if lost...