The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 120: This matter has nothing to do with true or false

(This chapter was supposed to be a dark light in a house, so I didn’t shine through the last chapter of my body. Fortunately, I am very satisfied with the name of this chapter.)

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In the main hall, Academician Chen and a military commander once said with a mockery that it would be useless even if Jing Jiu could trap these officials in the palace.

Jing Jiu didn't even think about doing this, but killed them all directly.

Dozens of officials fell in a pool of blood, and he also paid some price.

Those generals have some abilities, and Master Chen has made preparations in advance, and invited several strong practitioners to pretend to be officials into the temple.

The morning sun shone on his pale face, and he looked at the sky beyond the imperial city, thinking of something long ago and long after.

History is always repeating itself, the only difference is that his realm strength here is somewhat low.

The little **** walked out along the corner of the hall with the officials who were still alive, looking at the blood on the ground, thinking of the previous cruel and **** pictures, the officials’ legs were a little weak, and they barely walked out. Outside the hall, looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was covered in blood and carrying a sword, wherever he dared to look straight, he knelt down several times.

"If you can still walk, go and get things done."

Jing Jiu's voice is not emotional.

Where can those officials dare to delay, prop up their bodies with their hands, and walk out of the palace at the fastest speed.

There are still many things that need to be done by them. Appeasing the imperial army is the first step, and rescuing those adults from the imprisonment is the second.

There was a slight commotion outside the imperial city, and it soon calmed down. After a short time, the palace gate was opened again, and dozens of officials came to the front of the palace and knelt before Jing Jiu.

These people have just left the prison, still wearing prison uniforms, looking extremely embarrassed.

General Pei and Zhou Taishou knelt at the forefront.

The former is the most trusted and most prestigious star in Chu State by Zhang Daxue. The latter's status is much worse, but Zhang Daxue will prepare for Jing Jiu in the future.

They heard from those colleagues what happened in the temple today, and they couldn't believe it. Until then, they watched dozens of eunuchs and palace ladies under the command of a few eunuchs, constantly splashing water into the temple. Seeing the blood flowing out of the temple like a waterfall and flowing down the stone steps, I was shocked to confirm that it was true.

Your Majesty almost killed all the officials in the court hall.

Jing Jiu looked at General Pei and said, "You go to the big camp outside the city. If there is any problem in the capital, put it out directly."

General Pei's expression changed slightly. Zhou Taishou worried that His Majesty did not know the complexity of the current situation, and said: "The capital camp will not listen to General Pei’s orders. The provinces in the capital have been prepared for a long time. Those princes will definitely not be at peace. Maybe they will take advantage of it. Be in trouble, your majesty......"

"You are the people selected by the bachelor's degree. If this kind of trivial matter is not handled well, his vision would be too bad."

Thinking about the Master Chen who died in the temple and the Jin Shangshu who died yesterday, Jing Jiu discovered that Master Zhang's vision was really not so good, except that he understood himself.

"In short, don't bother me with such trivial things. Don't bother me today or in the future. You have to learn from him in this regard."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards Leng Gong.

Zuo Rusui yawned and followed him away.

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The rusty locks have been removed, and the side door for the sundries is sealed off. Other than that, there is no change in Leng Gong, it is still as deserted.

Jing Jiu threw the badly damaged sword into the pool, changed his clothes, and leaned back on the couch. Naturally, his blood was already clean.

Zuo Rusui stood in front of the couch and said, "If it weren't for the broken arm, maybe I have forgotten most of the outside affairs by now."

Jing Jiu said: "If you want to fight for the immortal urn, Qing Tianjian will naturally not let you forget this, and it doesn't matter if you forget other things."

Zuo Rusui said: "Uncle Shi, what are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said, "What about you?"

"I'm still thinking about it before, and I will practice killing people here."

Of course, Zhuo Rusui said: "Kill all the other questioners, the immortal urn will naturally belong to Qingshan. Even if it fails, I haven't wasted these decades."

Jing Jiu said: "I am almost the same."

The Qingshan disciples acted in such a straightforward manner, and it is not surprising that they have a similar layout.

Zhuo Rusui just doesn't understand. Since he wants to practice, he wants to kill other questioners. What are you doing in the palace every day?

He knew that even if he asked himself, he couldn't have an answer. Not seeing how helpless Tong Yan was when he died, he raised his hand and bowed casually, and was about to leave.

Jing Jiu said: "Where to go?"

Zuo Rusui said: "Go to Zhao to kill the eunuch."

Jing Jiu said: "He Zhan is a little abnormal, be careful."

After Zhuo Rusui left, the palace was even more deserted and quiet.

The capital city is bound to be in chaos today. I don't know whether General Pei and Zhou Taishou can stabilize the situation, or how many people will die in the end.

Sitting on the couch, Jing Jiu quietly looked at the sky outside the window, maintaining this posture for a long time.

No one knows what he is thinking about. It should have nothing to do with the chaos in the capital.

The light of the sky shifted. From time to time, people came to report the current situation outside the temple. It is interesting to say that the person who passed the message was not the little eunuch, but Mr. Zhang.

Perhaps in the eyes of General Pei, Zhou Taishou and others, Master Zhang is the person most trusted by His Majesty.

Jing Jiu didn't reply, still looking out the window, silent.

The sun gradually sets, and after twilight is night, the light in the palace becomes dim.

At some point, a light came on in the hall.

Flapping, fluttering.

The blue bird flew into the temple with its wings, landed on the couch, and turned into that cute little girl.

Jing Jiu asked: "Resolved?"

Qing'er said: "The rebellion between the camp outside the city and the Forbidden Army has been suppressed by Pei Siming, and the residences of the ministers have been controlled. Don't worry."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't have one."

Qing'er said with a slight anguish: "Those people outside like to watch the chaos of war, so they can use those pictures to fool them, but I always have to show them some of your pictures."

"I remember you said, I practice and sleep here every day, and those people outside of Echo Valley are tired of seeing it."

"It's like the scene of you killing people in the temple today. They like to watch it the most. I didn't let it go. I don't know how many complaints it caused."

"The pictures that cannot be seen directly may be more exciting."

"It makes sense, no wonder there will be a lot of praise."

"No thanks."

"You don't have to be polite."

Qing'er was a little annoyed and said: "Don't always let me be a messenger in the future, what if you cause Bai Zhenren to be suspicious?"

Jing Jiu said: "I will pay attention."

The dim light fell on him.

Because of the killing during the day, his face was a little pale, his expression was a little tired, and his black hair was draped over his shoulders, showing a decadent beauty.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er was in a daze. Only after a while, she woke up and said in surprise, "You actually lit a lamp?"

Jing Jiu gave a hum.

This palace rarely lights up. It wasn't until Master Zhang came to his death a few days ago that there were no lights.

Qing'er thought about what happened these days, and asked a little bit puzzledly: "You are focused on practicing and don't care much about other things, why are you willing to take action this time."

Jing Jiu said: "Cultivation needs to be quiet. I do these things and there is no difference between the bears and the threats outside the cave."

Qing'er looked at him and asked: "Really so? Just so?"

Jing Jiu said, "Of course it is."

Qing'er curled his lips and said, "Or so...but I still think your shot is related to a bachelor's degree."

Jing Jiu said: "Maybe so."

Qing'er's eyes lit up and said, "What is the difference between that bachelor's degree? To him you are fake, to you... well, he may be real... no, since You will leave the illusion, and you may not come back in this life. Even if you come, you can’t see him again. Isn’t he fake to you?"

There are too many true and false in this sentence, and it has long been unclear.

Qing'er stared into his eyes and said: "According to your statement, all the people who leave and never come back are fake to each other, so why did you do this?"

Jing Jiu looked at the dark lamp and said, "Because there are many things in the world that are not true or false."

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It's quiet outside Echo Valley.

The light curtain in the sky stays in that picture.

The dark lights in the temple are getting farther away, and the lights in the capital are brightly lit.

No one heard the conversation between Jade Bird and Jing Jiu, but everyone saw the whole story.

No matter how much the ascetics feel like water, looking at the lights in the screen, thinking about the joys and sorrows they have seen in the past 30 days~IndoMTL.com~ is also a little sad.

Sese's eye sockets are already wet, but I don't know if it is for Jing Jiu and Zhang Dafa, or why.

Tong Yan stood on the edge of a cliff somewhere in the distance, thinking about the last words Jing Jiu said, and was silent for a long time.

Those are fake.

Practitioners have heard similar remarks in the process of seeking the Great Dao. They may come from the teacher or the same school, but they are not as absolute and certain as Jing Jiu.

I have heard a lot of this kind of words, and many ascetics tend to have a certain illusion, that they can touch the reality by recognizing the illusion, and cut off love. But just like Jing Jiu said, many things in the world are not true or false at first, so who can really cut off love? In other words, why should we cut off love?

There are footsteps behind the cliff, Tong Yan turned around and looked around, and found that it was the black and thin disciple who had no grace, and suddenly asked: "What do you think of your son?"

Liu Shisui was surprised, thinking that his true identity was actually seen through?

(End of this chapter)