Chapter 155 Chapter 155 is the only genuine version...
Changfeng struggled to look up at him.
Prince Jin once mentioned that the head of the East Factory had a very bad temper, was moody, and had ruthless means. Many people in the court had fallen into his hands. He showed no mercy to anyone and did not get close to anyone. He was like a lone minister, and therefore he was highly trusted by the emperor, who obeyed his orders.
Why would this East Factory Supervisor suddenly attack me? Since I came to Beijing, I have lived in seclusion and rarely go out. I should have never offended him.
Changfeng secretly made a gesture with his hands hidden in his sleeves.
The hexagrams and lines reveal the destiny of heaven.
For yourself, for your closest blood relatives, for your close ones... the hexagrams you get are often inaccurate. This is a restriction for those who practice Taoism, so that they don't reveal the secrets of heaven for personal gain.
But Changfeng is different.
Chen Xu supported his cheek with one hand, leaned on the armrest of the armchair, and watched the sleeves of his Taoist robe move frequently with interest.
Gu Zhizhuo asked him to drive Changfeng to the point of mental breakdown and desperation.
Chen Xu didn't ask any further questions. Since he chose to believe her, he would believe her to the end.
Changfeng's fingers moved very quickly, first with only his right hand, then with his left hand, and his expression gradually changed from anger to panic.
"Oh."
Shen Xu scoffed and casually tapped his cheek with the toe of his boot, leaving a diamond-shaped imprint on the sole of the boot.
A strong sense of shame washed over him. When he was still a young Taoist boy, he had been brought up by his master and personally taught because of his exceptional talent. He was unique among his disciples in never having suffered any injustice.
But this sense of shame still could not compare to his shock.
Changfeng's fingers trembled and he couldn't see the hexagram clearly.
No matter how many hexagrams you cast, there is only one result -
The hexagram and the lines are not accepted.
Heaven would not allow him to glimpse destiny.
"Why is this happening?"
Changfeng muttered to himself in disbelief.
What he is best at are talismans and hexagrams, especially hexagrams, and he has never failed in the past ten years.
In July, the King of Jin invited him to the capital. He had a divination done for him, which indicated that the trip would be auspicious and his long-cherished wish would be fulfilled. Only then did he risk the consequences of his actions and leave Shangxu Monastery.
After the ritual in Blackwater Castle, the new destiny was determined by him, and he could easily peek into the destiny.
Now I can't see clearly, there is only one possibility -
The laws of nature are changing.
"Heaven...is redefining destiny. Why is this happening?!"
It’s not even September yet, why has there been such a big change in just two months?
“Who is causing this trouble?”
Changfeng's face turned even paler.
"Can't figure it out?"
There was a sarcastic laugh above his head. When Changfeng raised his head, the black boots embroidered with gold patterns swept across his forehead, and he fell on his back.
Shen Xu stood up, his wide sleeves hanging at his sides.
"I'll help you."
He wore a faint smile and suddenly stepped on Changfeng's wrist, looking down at him.
"ah--"
Changfeng cried out in pain. The little Taoist boy who had chased him saw this and trembled as he fell to Shen Xu's feet, crying out in tears, "Master! Master!"
"Count it for me too." He raised his red lips, as if smiling, but the fierceness between his eyebrows made people shudder. "Calculate whether I will break your hand by stepping on it now."
"Oh, if you can calculate correctly, I will believe that you are a true Taoist priest."
"Master," Sheng Jiang said jokingly, "How can a fake Taoist priest tell fortunes? You're really making things difficult for him."
"That's right."
Chen Xu stroked the small jade token on his wrist and chuckled, "Then let's investigate carefully to see what other thefts and frauds he has committed in the capital."
"No! Lord Governor, stop it now."
"stop!"
A wheelchair was pushed in with a creaking sound. Sitting in the wheelchair was Xie Qiyun, the prince of Jin, who looked like a living dead.
Seeing that he had finally caught up, he gasped for breath, his breath blowing up the gauze curtain, vaguely revealing half of his skinless face.
In the past few days after returning to the capital, Prince Jin drank all kinds of tonics, talisman ashes, and pills. His skin continued to fall off, but he looked more energetic than when he was at Shili Pavilion.
Pushing Xie Qiyun over were Princess Jin and Xie Sheng. Xie Sheng hid timidly at the back, being very cautious.
The Jin Palace was at its peak, and such a scene had never appeared in her worst nightmares, let alone her own. When the Jin Princess heard the report, she was horrified.
Fortunately, the factory guards did not break into the inner house, saying that they were ordered to arrest the fake Taoist priest, and told them not to meddle so as not to attack the female members of the family.
Princess Jin didn't want to intervene, nor did she dare to, but her Yun'er was in critical condition. The prince said that Yun'er would only survive if the immortal refined the elixir for her.
She could only bite the bullet and push Yun'er over with her.
There is not even a single guard in the palace now.
Faced with a group of ferocious factory guards, Princess Jin did not dare to force her way in. She just wanted to delay time. The East Factory was acting so ostentatiously and unscrupulously, the prince would surely get the news and rush back soon.
"Master," Xie Qiyun said politely, "Master Changfeng was specially invited from Shangxu Temple by my father for the emperor's illness. There's no way he could be a fake Taoist priest."
"Please be kind enough to show me your mercy."
"When my father returns home, I will thank him personally."
He seemed to be showing weakness, but in fact, he was also implicitly threatening. This was the Prince of Jin's residence. No matter how arrogant the East Factory was, it was not so powerful that it could cover the sky with one hand. If they knew what was good for them, they would withdraw while they were ahead. The Prince of Jin's residence would not pursue the matter.
"Prince!" Changfeng cried out in agony, "The imperial edict is blank. The East Factory forged the imperial edict, committed acts of destruction, and plotted against the Tao."
"Did you calculate this?" Shen Xu smiled faintly. He snapped his fingers, and Wu Shang unfolded the imperial edict in his hand with a "snap".
On the imperial edict, there was a vermilion jade seal, which was bright and vivid.
Wu Shang snorted softly. The Imperial Household Department already held the imperial seal, so it was just a matter of stamping it.
"Master, he's miscalculated again. He must be a fake Taoist priest. You truly have a keen eye."
Wu Shang, this dead face, usually doesn't even look him in the eye when talking to him. Now, he is so quick to flatter him, and he doesn't feel ashamed. Sheng Jiang secretly complained, with a smile on his face like a flower: "The governor is wise."
Impossible. Changfeng shook his head repeatedly, wondering how it could be a true imperial decree.
"Well, I gave you three chances, and you didn't figure it out once."
"It must be fake."
Chang Feng was extremely angry and laughed: "Whether I am a real Taoist or not, I have my certificate of ordination to prove it..."
Chen Xu brushed off his sleeves and walked over, stepping on Chang Feng's hand. With the sound of bones breaking, the words he hadn't finished were stuck in his throat and turned into a scream. His wrist twisted into a strange arc.
Shen Xu turned a deaf ear and walked straight towards Xie Qiyun.
Shen Xu had a faint smile on his lips, his eyes seemed to be tainted with poison. When he glanced at him lightly, Xie Qiyun felt as if he was stared at by a poisonous snake. A chill rose from his spine, freezing his limbs and bones.
Xie Qiyun's palm was broken and he couldn't push the wheelchair.
He could only fall backwards. Xie Sheng, who was supposed to be holding the wheelchair handle, slipped and fell to the ground.
Chen Xu looked down at him: "Prince, do you think this Taoist priest is real or fake?"
At that moment, Xie Qiyun seemed to see a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
He opened his mouth, wanting to argue a little, to warn him not to be so presumptuous in Prince Jin's mansion, but the words that came out of his mouth turned into two words: "Fake... fake."
Changfeng suddenly turned around with a look of surprise on his face.
"It seems that the prince is also a sensible person." Chen Xu smiled softly, and Xie Qiyun didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
"Go ahead and try him until he's willing to talk properly."
"Prince!"
No matter how scheming Changfeng is, he grew up in a Taoist temple. Even when he travels outside, his identity as a Taoist priest is enough to make people respect him.
He had never seen such a shameless person who confuses right and wrong. He didn't even try to hide it. It was obvious that he wanted to force a confession under torture!
I never expected that the Prince of Jin would be so timid.
He laughed in anger: "As long as I am here, you can live a few more days. If I am gone, you will die of rottenness all over your body!"
"Master, please don't be angry," Princess Jin was at a loss, looking outside from time to time, "Yun'er, he is still a child."
Changfeng: “…”
He climbed up from the ground with his injured hand trembling, but before he could stand firmly, he felt a pain in his knee and fell to the ground again.
Wu Shang stepped forward and ripped open his Taoist robe, even the bamboo hairpin in his hair fell off, and his black hair immediately spread out and fell on his shoulders. His hair was of excellent quality. Even though he was over forty years old, there was not a single strand of silver.
"Hehehe."
Changfeng's hair was disheveled, and he raised his head in anger, "I entered Taoism at the will of heaven. Everything I do is in accordance with heaven's will."
He looked fearless on the outside, but was extremely panicked on the inside.
"I have sacrificed my life for the Dao, and ascended to heaven. What is there to fear?"
"I, I am willing to die a martyr for my faith..."
Bang!
Wu Shang was the chief of punishment. He was so absorbed in wielding the whip that he looked like a long, pitch-black snake, biting Chang Feng fiercely.
Chen Xu lifted his robe and sat back on the armchair, tapping the armrests absentmindedly with his fingers.
Changfeng never thought that they would really fight.
The whip hit his body, and the pain was not just on his flesh. Because of the leniency of the Daqi Dynasty towards monks and the smooth sailing since he started practicing Buddhism, Changfeng had long since stopped caring about worldly matters.
He is a monk, he can see the destiny!
To him, ordinary people are like ants.
Changfeng was both angry and anxious, and spat out a mouthful of blood, soaking his clothes.
"W-why?"
He doesn't understand.
Pop.
Another whip.
Changfeng had never suffered such pain before. He rolled over in pain, his face covered in blood.
The pain made Changfeng realize that the East Factory was serious.
He raised his head and looked at the young man sitting in the armchair. He had black hair and red clothes, and his whole body was filled with death and grayness. With his keen five senses, he felt uncomfortable even getting close to him.
"I have done nothing wrong..."
"To die for the great Dao is a blessing for me."
"The East Factory is acting perversely and destroying the Way. This goes against the will of Heaven and will be condemned by Heaven and Earth."
Blood flowed, leaving streaks of blood on his face. The red and white, almost invisible face merged with a face deep in Shen Xu's memory.
The man who was dressed in cloth and wore a white mask that only revealed his eyes, and followed the guerrilla general.
Chen Xu suddenly gripped the armrest of the armchair and said abruptly, "Mr. Jiang."
Changfeng's voice suddenly stopped. His surname was Jiang, and since entering the Daoist sect, he had never used a secular name, except for... when he traveled to Yongzhou that year, he once took off his Taoist robes.
In order to achieve great things, he followed Prince Jin as an aide, and Prince Jin called him "Mr. Jiang".
He looked shocked: "Who are you?!"
"Mr. Jiang, do you still remember Blackwater Castle?"
Chang Feng's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Yin family...you are, the child of the Yin family!?"
The brother and sister of the Yin family have the same blood and complementary horoscopes. The sister is the eyes and the brother is the guide. If the formation is complete, the destiny will be determined by him, and from then on he will be above destiny.
He had traveled all over Daqi, and this was the best pair he had found.
“No wonder…”
So that's why the East Factory suddenly targeted him.
The young man from the Yin family actually became the supervisor of the East Factory. Haha, when he thought about how Prince Jin was discussing with him how to win over the East Factory a few days ago, he felt a strong sense of absurdity.
The Prince of Jin would easily abandon him. If he died, how could the Yin family's son let the Prince of Jin and his entire family go?
Bang!
A whip was lashed out. The whip used by the Eastern Depot had some tricks. The tip of the whip had barbs. When the whip was lifted up after being lashed out, the barbs scratched the skin and pulled out a piece of flesh.
The whip is coated with medicine, and when the medicine seeps into the wound, it will cause pain and itching, and the person will not faint.
Changfeng was in so much pain that he couldn't control himself, and whimpering sounds came from his throat. Xie Qiyun was very anxious. Why didn't his father come yet? What if Changfeng was really hurt?
The fourth whip.
The fifth whip.
Changfeng fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
Changfeng raised his head with great effort, and met a pair of eyes filled with violence. Changfeng was shocked to realize that he would really die, and that he would be framed with a crime and die a miserable death.
The fear of death permeated Changfeng's heart, like a bloody vortex that almost swallowed him. For the first time in his life, Changfeng felt that death was so close to him.
If he doesn't do something, he'll die.
There seemed to be ice particles in Shen Xu's feminine voice: "Where is she?"
Changfeng immediately understood who she was referring to.
His face paled for a moment.
Can’t say!
That incomplete ritual had always been a source of regret for him, and had also caused him to be entangled in karma. At this point, he could no longer discern his destiny. If he could not complete the formation, once destiny changed, he would inevitably suffer backlash.
Changfeng shuddered at the thought of backlash, and his limbs and bones were frozen to the bone.
The Yin family girl is the key, can't say
"Who are you talking about?"
"I don't know."
Bang!
The long black whip lashed at his body mercilessly, and the barbs of the whip scratched the middle of his clothes, revealing the bloody flesh underneath.
"explain."
This voice, neither light nor heavy, was like a knife cutting flesh.
He would not let me go...but the backlash was far more terrifying than death. Chang Feng gritted his teeth, and after knowing Shen Xu's identity, he no longer had any intention of begging for mercy.
"The Governor is asking you a question, are you deaf or dumb?!"
Changfeng: “…”
He has to wait until the prince comes back.
Can he survive it?
"If you don't want your tongue, just cut it off."
Wu Shang walked over with a long whip in his hand and signaled a factory guard to forcibly pry open his mouth.
Changfeng saw Wushang flip his palm, and a thin blade with a cold glow appeared in his palm, as if cutting the tongue was no different from killing a chicken for him.
"No!"
Changfeng shouted in fear.
The thin blade was pressed against his mouth, the cold metal touching his tongue.
Changfeng was so frightened that cold sweats streamed down his face. He shouted desperately, "Speak, I will speak..."
As soon as the tip of his tongue moved, it was cut by the blade, and his mouth was full of blood.
Wu Shang pulled out a thin blade, casually wiped it on his body, and kicked his shoulder: "Speak."
Changfeng lay on the ground.
"I said..."
My tongue hurts so much that every time I say a word, blood bleeds out.
He said with difficulty: "Outside the city, Longhu...Longhu Temple."
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