Chapter 210
Wouldn't he have died long ago?
The Taoist priest pondered for a moment, "Although the life-extending pill can help him get through this period, it cannot reverse the gradual deterioration of his organs... There is only one method we can try right now."
“Please speak, Venerable Master.”
Wen Shu never felt that the days were passing by in vain. Pei Lingjun was still in the inner room. They watched silently as the black line drew ever closer to their palms, but there was nothing they could do.
Master Xuanji meant to fight poison with poison, to die and then live.
If one is fortunate enough to pass this test, the act of defying fate in one's previous life may be eliminated. If the two cannot be offset, it is also a matter of destiny.
He will also chant mantras and recite scriptures for him to help him reincarnate and fulfill his destiny in this life.
Wen Shu endured torment day after day, waiting for Pei Lingjun's breathing to gradually weaken and stop, and for the life-threatening black line to silently seep into her palm.
"The time has come, let's begin."
Wen Shu held a thin-bladed silver knife in one hand and whispered in his ear, "Pei Lingjun, if you have any lingering feelings, if you still want to continue our relationship, then you are not allowed to die. I will not allow you to die."
The thin-bladed broadsword cut a wound in the palm of his hand, and black blood flowed from the wound, overflowing into the collapsed wide-mouthed copper basin.
The old Taoist priest placed a pill into his mouth, then sat silently by the bed, chanting softly.
As the black blood soaked in datura increased, the young man on the bed grew paler and paler, and his breathing became increasingly weak.
Wen Shu trembled slightly as she checked his pulse and performed acupuncture on him in sequence.
The silver needles were used to puncture and seal several acupoints.
Life force dissipates as it flows through the blood vessels.
No one understands better than a doctor what that increasingly weak, almost solidified pulse means.
Tears welled in her eyes, and Wen Shu dared not stop for a moment, fearing that the one in ten thousand chance of survival would slip away quietly in her hands.
The acupuncture was completed.
The old Taoist priest Xuanji's chanting also grew fainter.
After a long while, he opened his eyes, softly recited a Buddhist chant, and clasped his hands together, saying, "The ways of Heaven are predetermined; please accept my condolences, benefactor."
The pulse suddenly stopped.
Wen Shu shook her head, stubbornly refusing to let go, "No, it can't be..."
Inside the courtyard, Zhu Zijin, Zhuang Yan, and the others waited silently until dawn, their clothes soaked with the heavy dew.
A chill settled at his temples, and the door remained closed for a long time.
Wen Shu looked at the face of the person on the bed; his face was ashen, a deathly stillness.
"Pei Lingjun, who gave you permission to change your destiny? You owe me, and you should stay and apologize properly..."
Xuanji softly chanted the scriptures for entering the cycle of reincarnation, while Wen Shu sobbed softly on the young man's arm, her fingertips pressing on his pulse, when unexpectedly, her lower body stirred.
At first, I thought it was an illusion, until the second, the third...
“Pei Lingjun…”
The young man's eyes remained closed, but his complexion was no longer as ashen.
Wen Shu checked his breath and pulse, then suddenly froze, interrupting the old Taoist's chanting, "He's alive...he's alive..."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense, sir. How can the dead be brought back to life?"
However, it was a frail young man who answered, "Old man, who did you say died?"
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The punishment from Heaven has been dispelled; only by being placed in a life-or-death situation can one find a way out.
It was early summer when Pei Lingjun was in good health.
The willows in Shanzhou City are green and the flowers are everywhere.
The young man, dressed in a white jade robe, walked slowly with a graceful figure.
Last month, news came from the capital that the Empress Dowager had forced the loyal minister Pei Yan to commit suicide in her early years, won over her relatives, and controlled the court. Although she had been in the inner palace for many years, she had repeatedly extended her influence into the court.
His Majesty issued an edict to abolish the title of Empress Dowager, remove all her honors, and forbid her from being buried in the imperial mausoleum after her death.
However, shortly afterward, the Empress Dowager, who had been demoted to a commoner, died of illness in the palace.
Seemingly sensing the woman's absent-mindedness, Pei Lingjun suddenly smiled, fanning himself, and slowly lifted her chin, "Have you thought it through since we brought up marriage yesterday?"
Wen Shu slowly leaned back, seemingly sizing up the young man, and said unhurriedly, "I think it would be better for Lord Pei to be a lover."
The young man, exasperated, laughed and slowly approached with his handsome features, saying, "Let's choose a date to get married."
—The End—
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