Chapter 234: A Fire That Will Do It All
Junlin's current mood is like:
Sun Wukong was invited to heaven to be the Horse Keeper, but some gods told him that the Horse Keeper was just a small official. After knowing the truth, he was so furious that he wanted to pick up his golden cudgel and turn the world upside down.
It's like the Monkey King who was tricked into guarding the Peach Garden, only to find out that the Queen Mother of the West held the Peach Festival and invited all the gods but didn't invite him. Well, the Monkey King had to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and ruin the banquet.
There is no Monkey King now, but there is your ancestor Emperor Jing.
The raging fire could not burn away the ice in her eyes. If reason had not prevailed, the raging inner strength would have shattered the tables and chairs in the room.
She stood in front of the wooden cabinet with her back straight, her eyes swept across the pottery jars, her fingers clenched into fists so tightly that they creaked, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her gloomy expression was shrouded in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.
No matter how friendly and modest she is, she is still the king. If someone comes with a sword and cuts the king's self-esteem in half, then she must be prepared to be torn into pieces by the king's punishment.
What is it for you to be a king?
When tens of thousands of people submit to him, what is the king who ascends to the top by stepping on the backs of countless people?
When Jun Lin is extremely angry, he will return to a terrifying state of calm, as if the raging waves are covered with a layer of gentle illusion, covering up the increasingly intense crazy murderous intent.
She moved away from the wooden cabinet with an expressionless face and walked towards the incense offering area.
She picked up the tablets one by one and checked whether there was anything hidden underneath. When she found nothing, she quietly threw them aside.
Suddenly she set her eyes on the monster-like statue with a goat's head and a human body, with hands clasped together, enshrined in the center. She carefully and rigorously examined every part of the statue, and only frowned after she was sure that there was no mechanism.
The jade cicada is not here?
The ancestral hall is surrounded by ancient and gloomy ancient formations and is planted with poplar and willow trees for blessing. All the precious dragons are hidden in here. Why go to so much trouble instead of offering jade dragons to nourish these evil spirits?
She picked up the half-arm-high statue and examined it repeatedly. She bent her index finger and knocked it again and again. Doubts arose in her mind: Could it be that the jade cicada was embedded in the statue?
never mind.
Who cares.
Take it away first.
Take it back and break it open.
She explored the ancestral hall like a ghost, but found nothing valuable except the insects. She simply took out her brocade bag and poured out the insects from the pottery jars one by one and took them away. Hey, I won't leave anything for you.
He then untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened it, and poured the wine there. He walked to the door holding the statue in one hand, took out a fire starter from his bosom with the other hand, blew it, and threw it at the curtain on the window, and a big fire started in one go.
The flames suddenly rose high, and Jun Lin commented without any bias: It’s not as beautiful as the maple forest in the Jingguo Palace.
After the work is done, he leaves, hiding his body and name.
The raging fire catalyzed by alcohol seemed to burn away all the sins in the ancestral hall. The cries of countless people who had died from insects or had lost their reputations were liberated at this moment.
"The fire broke out!"
"The ancestral hall is on fire!!!"
The guard who was on patrol in the middle of the night felt a buzzing sound in his head as if something had exploded. All the strength in his body was drained away in an instant, and he staggered and his legs went limp.
The ancestral hall is the general's residence, and is also one of the important places in the entire southern Xinjiang. The surrounding area is covered with a very large formation reinforced with multiple Yin-Yang and Five Elements. It has been safe and sound for more than 20 years, but now it has been destroyed and shattered.
They had spent just as much time on the formation as the insects. When the formation was destroyed and the insects disappeared, they didn't know who to feel more sorry for.
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps. The old general woke up in shock and didn't even have time to grab his coat. He ran out of the house and looked in the direction of the ancestral hall. The flames rising into the sky made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his eyes, which were always bright and energetic, suddenly dimmed.
Finished...
It's completely over.
"Ahem, ahem, Daddy...what should I do..."
Thick smoke rolled up and down in front of her eyes. Yuzhu's teeth were chattering and she was coughing out tears incoherently. Shen Sinian, who was sleeping in the side room, rushed over the first moment. The usually calm and self-restrained boy couldn't help but shrink his pupils and reveal a bit of surprise.
This devastating blow that seemed like a meteorite falling from the sky might just be Wang Rizhong's idle stroll.
The old general burst into tears: "God wants to destroy my general's mansion!"
The fire was discovered and put out early, but there was not much left inside. The clay pot that originally contained the insects exploded due to the sudden heat and cold of the fire and cold water. Not only was there no intact body of the insects, but even the pot itself was destroyed.
The tablet had long been burned to ashes, and the statue was nowhere to be seen. The old general could hardly stand and was left to pursue by countless soldiers. He closed his eyes in agony, and his hair turned white in an instant, revealing his old age.
Jun Lin knew that Le Zhou had the King Gu in his hand. The ones raised in the General's Mansion were also different from other dragons. She was afraid that there was some connection between them. She was concerned about whether the King Gu could locate its own position through the dragon insects in the General's Mansion. After much deliberation, she decided to abandon these dragon insects for safety reasons.
But the approach is somewhat unethical.
The insect that was carefully worshipped as a god by others was thrown into the chicken coop by her when she passed by a farmhouse. The crystal clear and beautiful little insect attracted a group of chickens to scramble for it, and they pecked it accurately with their sharp beaks.
She rushed to the bedroom holding the statue as if nothing had happened.
He climbed over the wall into the yard and knocked on the door three times. Candles were immediately lit in the house. Wu Shi put on his coat and opened the door, and was immediately met with Jun Lin's cat-like face.
She was still dressed in black and masked, but her nose was gray and she smelled like smoke. Wu Shi frowned slightly, tidied up her clothes, poured her a basin of hot water, pulled down her mask and wiped her cheeks with a towel: "Where have you been?"
Jun Lin raised the sculpture in his hand cheerfully: "It doesn't matter where we go, but maybe this will be the best gift I can give you tonight."
He paused for a moment, his eyelashes drooping as he looked at the half-arm-high statue. The bluestone-carved monster with a goat's head and a human body fell into his eyes. He withdrew his gaze casually: "Go change your clothes."
Jun Lin let out an "ah" and threw the statue under Wu Shi's bed. She then skillfully went behind the screen and changed back into her palace maid's clothes. When she came out, Wu Shi had already closed her eyes and lay down on the bed. She locked the door, moved a chair over and sat there, pretending to be tired, and did not move at all like an old monk in meditation.
There was ebony agarwood burning in the room, which drifted from Jun Lin's sleeves into her every breath. It was the same scent as Wu Shi's.
Neither of them spoke, and the long silence was suddenly interrupted by a hasty knock on the door: "Master, sorry to bother you. We are here to search on the orders of His Majesty."
Wu Shi suddenly opened his eyes: "Xiaobao."
Jun Lin yawned and went to open the door.
The courtyard was brightly lit by the torches of the soldiers. The leader was startled when he saw Jun Lin, and then asked, "Master, has Miss Chunhua always been by your side?"
Wu Shi's voice was cold and quiet: "Didn't I send someone to tell His Majesty that Xiao Bao would look after me tonight?"
He was about to get up and leave the bed: "Do you think the person who stayed up all night and took good care of me is fake?"
Jun Lin hurried over to help him.
The leader saw that Jun Lin's tiredness did not seem to be fake, and waved his hands in fear: "No, no, it's just that something happened. His Majesty asked me to investigate the movements of the palace maids, so I came to inquire."
He retreated respectfully with cold sweat dripping down his face: "I am sorry for disturbing the Sect Master. I will lead my troops and leave now."