The Ghost King overlooked one thing.
Ying Liu was not very old either.
But when Ying Liu's fist, imbued with terrifying yin energy, slammed into his face, he remembered again.
As his figure shot forward and crashed into the wall, the Ghost King scrambled to his feet, staring at Ying Liu in horror, "You've awakened?"
As the Ghost King, he had an extremely deep understanding of the Yin body.
This type of physique possesses an incredibly rich Yin energy. If one can absorb it, their cultivation level will be greatly enhanced, and their strength will advance by leaps and bounds. It is a rare and precious treasure.
However, this physique also has the potential to awaken. Once awakened, it can lead to the path of the unorthodox, and its strength will be incomparably formidable.
However, the probability of this happening is extremely low, and it would require going through a life-or-death test, so he didn't think anyone could do it.
But Ying Liu in front of me was clearly in that situation.
Faced with the Ghost King's question, Ying Liu's mind stirred, and the Myriad Soul Flute appeared in his hand.
As he played his flute, a surge of yin energy rose up, and countless wronged souls emerged behind him, wailing and howling as if they wanted to devour everything.
The Ghost King trembled all over, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the swirling, eerie Soul Flute. "Mother, I want to go home."
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"Hanshan Temple?"
Inside the palace, Ying Zheng listened to Zhao Gao's report, his eyes flickering slightly.
Zhao Gao cupped his hands and bowed slightly. "The abbot and the two protectors came together. It seems there is something important."
Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then put down the memorial. "Alright, let's meet them first."
As Ying Zheng entered the hall, the three monks stood up and bowed slightly, saying, "This old man greets Your Majesty!"
"This humble monk greets Your Majesty!"
"This humble monk greets Your Majesty!"
The monk in the middle has a white beard, and his temples and eyebrows seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost. His red robe shines with gold, making him look very imposing.
The monks on both sides were dressed in golden robes, with imposing figures and a strong, energetic appearance. Their eyes shone brightly, and they exuded an extraordinary aura.
Ying Zheng's expression was indifferent. "No need for formalities, let's get straight to the point."
The abbot looked at Ying Zheng and said, "I have come here for two reasons. Let me start with the important one. The ghost king that Hanshan Temple was suppressing has escaped. According to the tracking, the monster should be in the imperial city."
Ying Zheng frowned slightly. "Within the imperial city?"
Just hearing the name "Ghost King," he could guess that this was a formidable evil spirit. If it were to cause trouble in the palace, it would likely cause quite a disturbance.
Moreover, the abbot spoke of two things, the second of which Ying Zheng was unaware of.
The abbot continued, "The most important matter for us here today is to subdue it. We hope Your Majesty will grant us permission."
Ying Zheng's gaze darkened slightly, as if he were deep in thought.
After a moment, he spoke: “Abbot, there is no need to worry. Even if there is a Ghost King in the Imperial City, I will handle it myself. There is no need for outsiders to interfere.”
They are still royalty, and they must always display the dignity of royalty.
If a monk were to casually visit and say a few words, and Ying Zheng were to believe him and allow him to act with impunity in the imperial city, this would not be the conduct expected of an emperor.
Moreover, although Xiaoyao came from Hanshan Temple, Ying Zheng had heard about his relationship with Hanshan Temple.
Even for the sake of the Great Protector of the Nation, Ying Zheng would not agree to this request.
The abbot looked at Ying Zheng with a calm expression. "That is an extremely powerful demon. If it is left unattended in the capital, it may bring great disaster to the royal family. I hope Your Majesty will reconsider."
Before Ying Zheng could speak, a voice rang out from the doorway, "You don't need to worry about things here!"
It was Xiaoyao who stood at the door, his eyes burning as he walked into the hall.
Approaching Ying Zheng, Xiaoyao bowed deeply, "This old man greets Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, "No need for formalities."
The abbot looked at Xiaoyao, his gaze revealing no emotion. "Not only me, but my senior brother should also be well aware of the Ghost King's power. If we don't deal with him, we will regret it endlessly."
He called him Senior Brother Xiaoyao because they were from the same school and were both disciples of the previous abbot of Hanshan Temple.
Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent. "I've already made myself clear. There's no need for you to worry about things here, Junior Brother. As the abbot, you have to handle all the big and small affairs of Hanshan Temple, so you probably don't have that much free time."
Instead of getting caught up in these irrelevant matters, we should hurry back and take good care of Hanshan Temple.
Xiaoyao immediately gave him the order to leave.
The golden-robed monk standing to the side darkened his gaze and took a step forward, seemingly wanting to argue with Xiaoyao, but was stopped by the abbot.
As the abbot of Hanshan Temple, his status was naturally extremely noble, and he was also Xiaoyao's junior brother. Now, Xiaoyao was showing him a dislike, which naturally displeased the monk.
Ying Zheng's gaze was deep. "Since the Grand Master of the Nation has spoken, then you should all return. Qin can handle this matter."
His attitude was also very clear: he stood on Xiaoyao's side.
The abbot remained calm throughout. Seeing that both of them insisted, he said, "Since Your Majesty and Senior Brother are so insistent, then this old man will not force you."
"However, I must remind you that the demon is indeed very powerful; it is capable of breaking through Master's seal. If you, Senior Brother, cannot handle it, you can send someone to inform us. At that time, Junior Brother..."
Before they could finish speaking, a loud "bang" was heard, and a cloud of black smoke crashed through the window and fell to the ground in front of them.
The abbot was stunned for a moment when he saw the figure lying on the ground, then realized what it was and said, "The Ghost King?"
Xiaoyao's expression was also quite strange. "Is this what you call powerful?"
This entrance doesn't seem like it.
The Ghost King was also taken aback. He looked up and saw the abbot's figure.
He realized what was happening and rushed forward to hug the abbot's leg. "Master! I know I was wrong, Master, I'm guilty! Please take me in, lock me up back in the tower, I never want to come out again!"
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