I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

After a long while, Jin Mingxuan sighed slowly.

"Oh, if the old spider does not die, how good would it be to help me. With his resourcefulness and ability to learn, I don't have to spend so much attention on this matter, let alone plan to let Lin Jin do it again and again. Frustrated."

Jin Mingxuan mentioned the old spider again, and the old Xie Ge hurried forward to salute and flattered:

"The Holy Lord does not need to lament that old guy, that old guy has no eyes and dared to disobey the will of the saint, and died in vain. It is he who is not worthy of being your beast and horse, as everyone knows that he can work for the saint. It's a great honor to be here!"

Jin Mingxuan sneered when he heard the words and suddenly scolded:

"Bastard! Old spider is a man of great talent and wisdom, and you can slander him. Although I hate him for using his life instead of me, I admire his ability to learn wisdom!"

"I think I have worked hard for countless years, and the number of saints who have calculated the plot has already passed ten fingers. Even among the saints, there is no one who can defeat my half son, and he is old , A mere generation of monks and ants in the world can beat my half son and the sky!"

"In addition, that Lin Jin defeated my half son again. My dignified generation of sages did not expect to be in the world. Two ants in the world together can defeat me for a whole son!"

"How talented is this? If you can have the patience of the old spider, I won't consume so many thoughts and plans. Now you can't even come up with a strategy, it's really useless!"

Jin Mingxuan sternly scolded, Xie Ge never expected that he would flatter his horse's hoof, and immediately knelt on the ground with a tremor, his face pale and dare not say a word.

At this time, someone came in from the underground dark room to report.

"Thanks to the Holy Master and Elder Zhuge, Ji Ren sent an internal supervisor to see Elder Xie for something important. He is waiting in the secret room on the upper floor."

"Ji Ren? What's the matter with that trash? Old Xie, you can go take a look."

"Yes."

Jin Mingxuan frowned and murmured dissatisfiedly, Xie Ge stood up respectfully, and went to the secret room on the upper floor to see Father Hong Xi.

After a while, Mr. Xie Ge returned with a note from Hong Xi. The paper stated that Wang Zhen and the ministers held the handle of Ji Ren in the court that day and asked an explanation to prevent him from ascending the throne.

Veteran Xie Ge handed this note to Jin Mingxuan and said respectfully:

"Then Ji Ren sent someone to ask me for a way. I dare not make any claims, please be clear from the Lord!"

Jin Mingxuan took a look at the note, then twisted his eyebrows and hummed.

"Hmph, this waste, even this little thing can't be solved!"

Xie Ge was sincere and frightened, and he didn't know whether Jin Mingxuan was talking about him or Ji Ren.

Then Jin Mingxuan threw the note away and raised his head to exhort Xie Ge:

"Go and tell him, let him write a sin-self-decree, admit it, say that he was so obsessed with his mind and mind, he has made a big mistake, and now he is remorseful, and he must be humble and extremely sincere, but he must be lieutenant in this sin-self-decree. This matter has been turned into a small matter, and everything must not be explained from the truth!"

"Then let him kneel outside his Ji family's ancestral temple for a whole day tomorrow. He must not use an umbrella to protect him from the rain, be served by others, or drink and eat. He will just kneel and cry all day."

"At that time, this seat will use a little trick to tamper with the sky and invite violent storms to temper it. It would be best if he could kneel down in this scorching sun or heavy rain. Afterwards, these corrupt scholars in the DPRK will definitely praise him sincerely moved Tianzhi. Wrongs can be corrected, and there will never be half-minute criticism to prevent him from ascending the throne!"

In Jin Mingxuan's view, once Ji Ren succeeds in ascending the throne, the morale of the defenders of the Apocalypse City will rise? How many more days can they last? The army that has survived the sky is killed, and Ji Ren is helping himself.

"The holy lord has a clever plan, so let's pass the order!"

Xie Ge Lao touted to leave again after he left, telling the plan to Father Hong Xi who was waiting in the upper secret room? Hong Xi hurriedly returned to the palace to inform Ji Ren.

In the imperial study room, as soon as Hong Xi entered the door, he saw Ji Ren anxiously pacing back and forth in circles.

"Hong Xi, what did Mr. Xie say?"

Hong Xi bowed his head and spoke respectfully to Ji Ren.

"Enjoy your majesty, Mr. Xie has a wonderful plan for your majesty!"

"Say fast!"

Ji Ren's eyes gleamed, as if catching a straw, extremely excited.

Hong Xi then relayed Jin Mingxuan's strategy to Ji Ren again. Ji Ren frowned when he heard it, and his entire face wrinkled, as if he had eaten a dead fly, and walked a few steps indecisively. Asked later.

"There is nothing wrong with this guilt. It is this long kneeling in front of the ancestral temple... Is there no other way for Mr. Xie? There is no way that does not have to suffer like this?"

Ji Ren was born as a child and was born in a royal palace. He was spoiled and spoiled. Not to mention kneeling for a whole day under the scorching sun and heavy rain, he couldn't stand it even for an hour.

It was kneeling and crying, it was stormy and scorching, and if this day came down, he wouldn't be able to kill him.

Father Hong Xi twitched the corners of his mouth awkwardly when he heard the words, shook his head, and said somewhat hesitantly:

"Mr. Xie didn't say any other way, just... it's just that Mr. Xie said that helping your majesty ascend the throne to delay the time when Long Hyukying breaks the city is also their goal, so helping your majesty is also helping them themselves. If your majesty does not want to go, Then they...just..."

Speaking of this, Hong Xi couldn't say anything. She stammered and repeated it many times, sweating profusely, not daring to look up at Ji Ren.

But Ji Ren seemed to have found some treasure again, and his eyes became excited when he woke up.

"Just what, you just say it! Will Mr. Xie and the others come up with the second set of plans and make them personally?"

Seeing Hong Xi plop, he knelt down to Ji Ren, crying and begging:

"The following words are really rebellious, the slave really dare not say it! If your majesty really wants to listen, please forgive the slave's innocence!"

Ji Ren felt his head numb when he heard it, and he had a vaguely bad premonition, and his tone became less confident.

"Say... you speak, I... I forgive you not guilty!"

"Thank your Majesty!"

Hong Xibang banged Ji Ren's head three times and then said with a trembling tone:

"Thanks... Mr. Xie said that if your Majesty does not do what he says, in order to achieve their goals, they will... use Divine Soul Secret Art to control your Majesty like a puppet!"

When Ji Ren heard it, his whole body suddenly softened, and a cold sweat appeared on his back, and his eyes were lost and confused. Fortunately, he held the table behind him, otherwise he would immediately sit on the ground.

Of course, Ji Ren, who has worked with Fengyulou for so long, knows how terrifying the Fengyulou, one of the three major demon cults in the world and the leader in the killer world, is terrifying.

At the moment, the two masters of the profound enlightenment, Li Changyi and Lin Jin, the emperor teacher, are leaving Ji Ren. Isn't it easy to turn him into a flesh puppet with Fengyulou's ability to obliterate his mind?This is the obvious threat!What's more, it was the secret pavilion Xie Ge made a speech, and Ji Ren could not believe it.

If you let him know that this is meant by a saint and not by Xie Ge Lao, I am afraid that his soul will fly out in fright.

Finally, Ji Ren chose the former between suffering half-life under the scorching sun and heavy rain, and directly obliterating his mind. He obediently sinned and prepared the incense case in front of the ancestral temple.