Abbot Yuantong said slowly, "Amitabha, since the donor has realized that this action is inappropriate, then it is good."
Before Jiang Songyi could even open his mouth to refute, Jiang Dinglian, unable to contain his rage, erupted first, bluntly rebuking him: "This is inappropriate, absolutely ridiculous! You bald monk! According to you, those murderers in prison don't need to be executed, and we can just pray for their souls one by one. Then, if I'm a great warrior, and have killed countless people on the battlefield, does that also count as a brutal massacre, a grave sin? Do you have to pray for the souls of my men one by one?"
Abbot Yuantong was scolded to pieces. Faced with Jiang Dinglian's aggressive attitude, he could only retreat repeatedly and was speechless.
How dare he accuse Jiang Dinglian of killing innocent people for his heroic deeds on the battlefield?
As a citizen of the Western Wei Dynasty, how could he dare to pray for the souls of those who had perished at the hands of the Marquis of Yongding? Wouldn't that be tantamount to betraying the country?
Jiang Dinglian stepped forward and took all the blame for Jiang Songyi. She was able to relax and fold her arms, and even had time to curiously look at Jiang Dinglian, who looked furious and seemed to want to cut Abbot Yuantong into pieces.
This rude father's words may be crude, but his logic is clear, and he's quite good at debate.
Jiang Dinglian couldn't help feeling a little proud. After all, although he was a military general and was not good at rhetoric, he had already honed his eloquence by dealing with the accusations of the imperial censors and political opponents in the court day after day.
However, when will his daughter stop calling him "bad dad"?
Even Ji Cheng, the highest commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, echoed this sentiment: "I also believe that Miss Jiang's actions were not inappropriate. The evil spirit of the ghost fetus, even cruelly killing its mother, shows that it has no humanity and is utterly evil. Only by eradicating it can we eliminate future troubles and prevent it from harming innocent people. This is precisely a manifestation of kindness."
As soon as these words were spoken, even the subordinates of the Embroidered Uniform Guard looked at Ji Cheng curiously.
Jiang Songyi also glanced at Ji Cheng.
[Surprising. Even the Imperial Guards can discuss the principles of benevolence?]
Abbot Yuantong looked around and saw that everyone was defending Jiang Songyi. He felt embarrassed and simply tossed his sleeves and turned away. "Well, I'll go visit those victims harmed by the ghost fetus and do my bit to help them."
He walked quickly towards Liao Qianqian's courtyard.
Jiang Songyi watched his back, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.
"Master Yuantong, you finally showed up!"
Hao Ren struggled out of the bushes in a miserable state, his body covered in mud. His leg was bitten by the ghost fetus, and black blood was still dripping from the wound.
Master Yuantong's eyes were as sharp as a torch. He slowly took out a bottle of precious ointment from his sleeve and said, "Duke Protector of the Country, apply this medicine quickly."
Hao Ren immediately felt grateful and thanked him repeatedly.
Liao Lingxi rushed over in panic and pulled Master Yuantong into Liao Qianqian's house. "Master, please save my mother as soon as possible."
Liao Qianqian was lying on the ground with a deep cut on her abdomen. Blood was slowly flowing along the wound and she was dying.
When Master Yuantong saw this scene, his face suddenly changed and he was filled with shock and confusion.
"How is this possible?"
Isn’t Jiang Shu the mother of the ghost fetus?
How come the person lying on the ground, his life or death uncertain, is Liao Qianqian?
Liao Qianqian held a slice of life-extending ginseng in her mouth, trying her best to maintain a glimmer of life. When she heard a familiar voice, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and her pupils moved slightly, catching sight of the monk at the door.
A glimmer of tears of relief flashed in her eyes. Although her body could not move, she still called out incoherently: "Cheng Lang..."
Cheng Lang, you are finally here!
I'm saved!
Although Liao Lingxi could not hear Liao Qianqian's specific words, he saw that she was still able to speak, so he immediately knelt down in front of Master Yuantong, tears filling his eyes.
"Master, please save my mother!" His voice was full of despair and pleading.
Abbot Yuantong cast a deep, troubled glance at Liao Lingxi, who lay prostrate on the ground. He gently extended his hand and helped him to his feet. Then, with steady steps, he walked over to Liao Qianqian and quickly performed a secret technique, gradually dispelling the thick black energy surrounding her abdomen. Then, he calmly pulled a packet of mysterious medicine from his sleeve and gently sprinkled it on her abdomen.
"Go and get the needle and thread."
Liao Lingxi's face was full of doubts, but he still followed the abbot's instructions without hesitation.
Abbot Yuantong took the needle and thread and skillfully sewed up Liao Qianqian's torn belly, as if he was repairing a precious work of art.
Liao Qianqian turned pale with pain and fell into a coma with blurred consciousness.
Liao Lingxi's eyes widened in horror. If he hadn't been wary of the man's noble status, he would have almost pushed him away. He eagerly demanded, "Abbot Yuantong, what on earth are you doing? This is a human abdomen, not a piece of cloth."
Abbot Yuantong said calmly and firmly, "If she isn't stitched up, she's beyond saving. Now, go make the medicine, and use your blood as the lead."
After saying that, he took out a bag of herbs from his wide robe sleeve and threw it to Liao Lingxi.
Although Liao Qianqian sometimes seems a little dull and doesn't even know that she has been possessed by a ghost, leading to such tragic consequences, she is still an extremely important chess piece of Abbot Yuantong and cannot be lost.
Liao Lingxi opened the medicine package and found a dark black powder inside. It gave off a pungent, fishy smell that reminded him of the mysterious medicines his mother had prepared. He couldn't help but wonder: What kind of medicine actually required human blood as an initiator?
Isn't this Abbot Yuantong already revered as a highly accomplished monk? Why would he be involved in something so seemingly sinister?
Liao Lingxi was full of doubts, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. He could only try his luck and give it a try.
…
The imperial palace.
The emperor paced back and forth outside the imperial study, his hands behind his back. From time to time, he cast his gaze into the distance, gazing in the direction of the Duke of Protectorate's residence. A hint of unconcealable melancholy appeared between his brows. "Since ascending the throne, although I dare not claim to be wise and powerful, I have tried my best to govern diligently and tirelessly. Why has Heaven sent down such an evil calamity?"
Especially whenever he dreamed of the tragic scene of his country being destroyed and his family being ruined, the emperor would feel a pang of palpitations, and always believed that these visions were warnings from heaven.
The Imperial Astronomical Observatory explained in a deep voice, "This is a man-made disaster, not destiny. Your Majesty need not worry too much. All you need to do is for the Marquis of Yongding to bring Master Yuantong back. A high-ranking monk will perform a spell to resolve the problem, and the ghost fetus threat will vanish."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly cleared up and the sun rose, and the haze that had been covering the sky over Jindu dissipated in an instant.
The Imperial Astronomical Observatory looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he laughed heartily and said, "Your Majesty! The disaster of the ghost fetus has been resolved! It must be the timely return of Marquis Yongding and Master Yuantong that has enabled this disaster to be averted!"
"Good! Good! Good!"
The emperor's face lit up with joy. He straightened his wide sleeves and walked out. "Quickly summon Master Yuantong and Marquis Yongding to the palace! I will personally greet them and bestow generous rewards upon them as a token of my appreciation!"
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