Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 243: Sad and lost

"Ke la la... ke la la..."

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

"Hey..." "Hoo..."

Seeing the old beggar take a few steps toward him, several of the imperial soldiers with poor psychological quality fell back. Even the guards in front of the palace, who were highly skilled in martial arts, felt extremely anxious in their hearts.

After the old beggar said this, he lowered his head and patted his knees as if dusting the dust, and looked around again. The large group of people watching the excitement had basically run away, but there were also a few who were hiding in the alley far away and peeking secretly. A few glances.

Of course, there are still some people who are still standing calmly watching, naturally Ji Yuan and a few monks from Yuhuai Mountain.

The old beggar glanced at the imperial guards and the guards in front of the palace again, and then walked toward Ji Yuan while cupping his hands.

"Mr. Ji, I've told you to watch a joke. Are you going to have tea?"

Ji Yuan smiled and bowed his hand in return.

"I heard that there is still one thousand taels of gold available for the title of Heavenly Master. Mr. Lu is truly rich today. This tea money..."

"Uh... You still have to pay for the tea, Mr. Ji. Wasn't our old beggar beheaded by the emperor? How could there be a reward for the crime..."

"Hahahaha... let's go, let me treat you!"

A gentleman in a green robe, and a beggar in rags, stepped away while chatting and laughing. They were obviously walking slowly, but it seemed as if the scenery in their sight was far away, and had disappeared before their eyes in a few breaths.

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

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

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

After several guards in front of the palace calmed down, they all looked at each other.

"Then, is that really a fairy!?"

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

"I can only tell the truth..."

The answers from others were a little uneasy. What happened just now was too unreal and unbelievable. Only a **** can explain why a person can survive after being beheaded.

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

On the other hand, the surrounding Imperial Guards will probably be fine. Maybe it will be a conversation piece while drinking and chatting in private.

After the Imperial Guards and the palace guards left Yongning Street with their own complicated emotions, more people came back here to listen to some bold people talk about the general situation just now.

The crowd made sounds of disbelief or amazement from time to time...

. . .

In the palace, because of the previous episode, the atmosphere in the court fell into embarrassment for a while. It was not until reports on the Dharma Conference began again that the atmosphere in the court gradually warmed up.

In addition to reporting some situations during the Dharma Assembly, the rest is to continue introducing a group of mages to the emperor.

No one of these dozen mages said anything out of the ordinary. It was normal for them to introduce themselves and then congratulate the emperor on his longevity.

Among this group of people, the old emperor and some ministers obviously also have their own sensory tendencies. The good-looking mage naturally attracts more attention, such as the monk, such as the one Ji Yuan took Longzi and Longnu to see before. An old mage with an immortal spirit.

The monk happened to be there at this time. An official from the Ministry of Rites took over his duties and stretched out his hand to guide the monk.

"Your Majesty, this is Master Huitong, not my Dazhen. He comes from the north of Tingliang Kingdom. During his Dharma assembly, he recited and recited scriptures, and the sound of Buddha echoed, making the empty room fragrant!"

"Oh?"

Emperor Yuande looked at the monk with a hint of excitement.

"Master, do you have any mysterious magical powers or Dharma?"

The monk smiled reluctantly, looked around, took a step forward, clasped his hands and bowed to the old emperor.

"Excellent, Ming King Buddha, I report back to Your Majesty, the young monk is just a person who eats fasts and chants Buddha's name. He has no superb supernatural powers. His participation in the Dharma assembly is just to chant sutras, pray for blessings, eliminate disasters and solve problems!"

In fact, this monk is almost the only mage who does not want to come to see the emperor. What he does in the Nine Heavens and Ten Sessions is really the work that a normal water and land Dharma Assembly should do, but it is too serious and it shows some magic. , was directly selected as a candidate for the Face Saint by the Ministry of Rites.

The monk's tone was calm and his face was plain. The old emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then snorted slightly disappointedly before replying.

"Monk, if you say this, could it be that the beloved ministers in the Ministry of Rites are deceiving me?"

Several officials from the Ministry of Rites suddenly took a breath of cold air and their scalps went numb.

The monk also looked up at the emperor with a slight panic, and quickly joined his hands to worship.

"Excellent, Ming King Buddha, Your Majesty has said something serious. The so-called pilgrims do not explicitly state that those who have great supernatural powers are required to come to the Dharma Assembly to sincerely pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. Those who can receive merits should be given priority. I think the Ministry of Rites Your Excellencies have also considered this! ”

"So you think you have merit?"

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

Monk Huitong joined his hands and bowed.

"The young monk thinks that there are still some."

The atmosphere became slightly silent again. After a short while, the emperor on the dragon throne waved his hand and asked the monk to step down. Many officials in the Ministry of Rites also breathed a sigh of relief.

When preparing for the meeting, many officials in charge of the ceremony, including Yan Chang, had a good impression of the monk. Although others were not too cold towards the old beggar, it can be said that Very respectful.

As it turned out, it was these two people today. One caused Yan Chang a big disaster, and the other made everyone in the Rites Department sweat.

Seeing the monk withdrawing into the group of mages, the official of the Ministry of Etiquette strengthened his energy and was about to introduce the next person when a sound of reporting came from outside the hall.

"Reply from the execution guard~~~~~"

The courtiers and the emperor subconsciously looked outside the palace. Emperor Yuande nodded towards the old **** on the side.

"Xuan."

"Yes!"

The old **** bowed and shouted loudly.

"The Holy One has decreed that the guards in front of the Execution Palace should enter the palace~~~~"

After a few breaths, a total of four palace guards armed with sabers entered the hall again, but the ministers who were closer could see that their faces were not 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 gesture made some quick-thinking ministers find it strange. Normally, there is no need to kneel down when the envoy is facing the saint.

"Report to Your Majesty, we have beheaded the old beggar in the middle of Yongning Street..."

"Well, back off!"

The emperor waved his hand in disinterest.

But none of the four guards in front of the palace stood up, they were still kneeling there.

Emperor Yuan De narrowed his eyes and looked at the four people. Are there any variables?

"What? What else is there?"

The four guards looked at each other. They couldn't hide. The one on the right gritted his teeth and spoke anyway.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I beheaded the old beggar with my humble hands. The head rolled down and splattered with blood, but..."

"Just what?"

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

"Just a moment later, the old beggar with his head in a different place actually stood up again on his own, his head and body echoing each other. Finally, the body returned to its original position holding the head, and he came back to life!"

"What!?"

The old emperor trembled and almost stood up, grabbing the golden handle of the dragon chair.

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

"This guard is not talking nonsense, is he?"

"Does he have the courage..."

……

Not to mention that the emperor was frightened at this moment, even the courtiers who had kept quiet most of the time before could not help but talk about it. There were many people who were doubtful, unbelievable and horrified.

Emperor Yuande's hands holding the chair trembled slightly, he stared at the four guards in front of the palace with wide eyes, and said angrily with a slight trembling:

"You dare to lie to me?"

"I dare not in a humble position!" "How dare I commit the crime of deceiving the emperor in a humble position!"

"The Emperor's warning!"

The four guards turned pale and kept kowtowing to the emperor.

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

"Your Majesty, we will never dare to deceive you. The accompanying imperial troops will witness with us. What's more, when the beheading was performed on Yongning Street, there were a large number of onlookers. The old beggar came back to life with his head in a different place, which scared many people. He fled in a panic. Your Majesty only needs to send someone to Yongning Street to find out. Even now, the blood stains of beheadings are still there! Please tell me!"

On the dragon chair, Emperor Yuande's breathing was slightly rapid. He pointed at the four guards in front of the palace and wanted to say something, but no words came out after opening his mouth several times.

After a long time, I finally asked.

"Where is he, the others? Where did he go? Why didn't he come back with you!?"

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

The one who spoke was the leading guard.

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

Emperor Yuande couldn't help but stood up and said angrily with a stern voice.

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

The guard in front of the palace looked up at the terrifying-looking emperor, closed his eyes, and then continued.

"Both of these two men were gods. They disappeared within a few steps and we couldn't catch them up... The old beggar left a message before he left..."

"Say...!"

The guard took a deep breath.

"The old beggar once looked at us and said that the power of the dynasty cannot be easily affected. He also said... and said that his master-disciple relationship with Your Majesty... is over!"

The old emperor stood in a daze, looking for the bookstore www.zhaｏshuyuan.com. His mouth was open, and his jaw was trembling slightly. His heart was intertwined with various complex and confused emotions, and it seemed as if a large area was empty.

For some reason, when the guard in front of the palace said these words, the old emperor seemed to have a strong feeling in his heart that "this is a fact."

After a long time, the old emperor swayed, his legs softened, and he fell back onto the dragon throne with a "snap..." sound.

"Your Majesty!"

The **** next to him expressed nervous concern. When the old emperor turned his head to look at him, his eyes felt hollow.

The four guards in front of the palace knelt down and bowed their heads. There was silence in the court, and the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

"Hoo...ho...ho..."

After a while, Emperor Yuande came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He once again looked at the four guards in front of the palace who did not dare to make any move. Then he turned to look at the old **** beside him and said with a slightly hurried expression. the voice said.

"Announcing the decree, announcing the decree, let the infantry commander, Gyeonggi government office, Si Tianjian... all go, all go and find me, get the person back! Yan Chang, where is Yan Chang?"

The old emperor's state was a bit scary, so the old **** answered bravely.

"Your Majesty, Master Yan is in the prison now..."

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

The emperor paused when he said these words. He suddenly remembered what happened before, and his expression became even more dejected, as if he was lost...