The Path Toward Heaven

(This chapter was supposed to be a dark light in the house. I couldn't take the last chapter in my body. Fortunately, I am also very satisfied with the name of this chapter.)

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In the main hall, a scholar Chen and a military general once said with mocking meaning that even 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 the pool of blood, and he also paid a price.

The generals had some skills, and Chen had prepared beforehand, and invited several strong practitioners to enter the temple as imperial officials.

The morning sun shone on his pale face. He looked at the sky beyond the imperial city, thinking of some things before and after a long time.

History is always repeating itself, the only difference is that his realm here is a bit low.

The little eunuch took a few officials who were still alive and walked out of the corner of the hall, looking at the pool of blood, thinking about the cruel and bloody pictures before, the officials' legs were a little soft, and they barely walked out of the hall. Seeing His Majesty the Emperor covered in blood and carrying a sword, where did he dare to look directly, he knelt down with a few clicks.

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

There was no emotion in Jing Jiu's voice.

Where did the officials dare to delay, propped up with their hands, and walked out of the palace at the fastest speed.

There are still many things they need to do. Appeasing the forbidden army is the first step, and saving the adults from the prison is the second.

There was a little commotion outside the imperial city, and it quickly calmed down. It didn't take long for the palace gate to be opened again. Dozens of officials came to the temple and knelt before Jing Jiu.

These people had just left the prison, still wearing prison uniforms, and looked extremely embarrassed.

General Pei and Zhou Taishou kneel to the front.

The former is the most trusted and most prestigious celebrity in the State of Chu. The latter's status is much different, but it is the future assistant of Zhang University for Jing Jiu.

They heard from those colleagues that what was happening in the palace today, they could n’t believe it. Until then, they watched dozens of eunuchs under the command of several eunuchs, splashing water into the temple, watching The blood flowed out of the temple like a waterfall and ran down the stone steps. It was shocked to determine that it was true.

His Majesty almost killed all the officials in the court.

Jing Jiu looked at General Pei and said, "If 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 was worried that His Majesty did not know the complexity of the current situation and said, "The capital city camp will not listen to General Pei's orders. The capital cities have already prepared for it. Chaos and trouble, Your Majesty ... "

"You are selected by the undergraduates. If you can't handle such small things well, his vision will be too bad."

Thinking of Master Chen who died in the palace and Jin Shangshu who died yesterday, Jing Jiu found that Master Zhang's vision was indeed not good, except that he understood himself.

"In short, don't bother me with such trivial things. Don't do it today, and don't do it in the future. You must learn from him in this regard."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the cold palace.

Zhuo Rusui yawned and followed him away.

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The rusty dead lock has been removed, and the side door to deliver debris on weekdays has been sealed. Apart from this, there is no change in the cold palace, it is still so deserted.

Jing Jiu threw that severely damaged sword into the pool, changed clothes, and leaned back on the couch. His blood was naturally cleaned long ago.

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

Jing Jiu said: "If you want to fight for the immortals, Qing Tian Jian will naturally not let you forget this thing. It doesn't matter if you forget other things."

Zhuo Rusui said: "What are you going to do, Uncle Shi?"

Jing Jiu said, "How about you?"

"I still have the old idea, and I practice homicide here."

Zhuo Rusui said of course: "Kill all the other inquirers, Xianlu naturally belongs to Qingshan, even if it can't be done, there will be no emptiness for decades."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm almost the same."

Qingshan disciples acted so neatly, and it was not surprising that they had a similar layout.

Zhuo Rusui just didn't understand it. Since he was going to practice, he was killing other inquirers. What do you do in the palace every day?

He knew that even if he asked himself, there could be no answer. Without seeing how helpless Tong Yan died in the past, he raised his hand and paid a ritual, and he was ready to leave.

Jing Jiu said, "Where to go?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "Go to Zhao Guo to kill the eunuch."

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

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

The capital will be in chaos today, and I do n’t know if General Pei and Zhou Taishou can stabilize the situation, or how many people will die in the end.

Jing Jiu sat on the couch and quietly looked at the sky outside the window. He maintained this posture and continued for a long time.

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

Skylight shifted, and from time to time someone came to the outside of the palace to report on the current situation. What is interesting is that the person who spoke was not the eunuch, but the grandson Zhang.

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

Jing Jiu did not reply, still looking out the window, silent.

The sun was setting, and after twilight it was night, and the light in the palace became dark.

Somehow, a lamp was lit in the temple.

Flutter, flutter.

The blue bird flew into the hall with his wings, and landed on the couch, becoming the lovely little girl.

Jing Jiu asked, "Is it solved?"

Qing'er said: "The rebellion between the big camp outside the city and the Forbidden Army has been suppressed by Pei Siming, and the palaces of those ministers have been controlled. You don't need to worry."

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

Qinger said slightly: "The people outside like to watch the war, so they can fool the past with those pictures, but I will always show you some pictures of them."

"I remember you said, I practice sleep here every day, and those outside the Echo Valley have long been tired of it."

"But like the picture of your murder 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."

"Pictures that cannot be seen directly may be more exciting."

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

"you are welcome."

"You don't have to be polite."

Qing'er was annoyed and said: "Don't always ask me to be a messenger in the future, what if I get suspicious of Bai Zhenren?"

Jing Jiu said: "I will pay attention."

The dim light fell on him.

Because of the murder during the day, his face was pale, his expression was a little tired, and his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, showing a decadent beauty.

Looking at the scene, Qing'er was a little fascinated. After a while, he woke up and said in surprise, "You actually lit a lamp?"

Jing Jiun gave a cry.

This palace seldom lights up. It wasn't until the last few days that Mr. Zhang came to his deathbed before he had lights.

Qing'er thought about what happened these days, and some asked, "If you concentrate on your practice, you don't care about other things. Why are you willing to take action this time?"

Jing Jiu said: "Training needs to be done quietly. I do these things in no way different from the threat of the bear to get rid of the cave."

Qinger looked at him and asked, "Really? Is it just?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course."

Qinger pouted, and said, "Or so ... but I still think you have something to do with the bachelor."

Jing Jiu said: "Maybe so."

Qing'er's eyes lighted up and said, "What's the difference between a bachelor's degree? For him you are fake, for you ... well, he may be true ... no, since you will leave Illusion, and this life may not come back, even if you ca n’t see him again, is he also fake for you? "

There are too many true and false in this sentence, and it is already unclear whether it is true or false.

Qing'er stared at his eyes and said: "According to your statement, all people who leave and never return are false to each other, so why do you do this?"

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

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There was silence outside Echo Valley.

The light curtain in the sky stayed in that picture.

The dark lights in the hall were getting farther away, the lights in the capital were bright, the cavalry iron hooves crossed the blue stone road, and the crying was getting lower.

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

No matter how sorrowful the monk is, he looked at the thousands of lights in the picture and thought of the sadness and joy that he had seen in the past 30 days.

Thurse's eyes were wet, but I wondered if it was for Jing Jiu and Zhang Baoshi, or why.

Tong Yan stood by a cliff somewhere in the distance, thinking of the last sentence Jing Jiu said, and remained silent for a long time.

Those are fake.

Practitioners have heard similar words in the process of seeking the avenue, which may come from the teacher, may come from the same door, but it is not as absolute as Jing Jiu.

This kind of talk is heard a lot, and many monks often have an illusion that they can reach reality when they recognize falseness and cut off their utter despair.But as Jing Jiu said, many things in the world have nothing to do with true or false.In other words, why do you want to be utterly pessimistic?

Footsteps sounded behind the cliff, and Tong Yan turned to look around and found out that the black and thin disciple of unfaithfulness, suddenly asked: "What do you think of your son?"

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