Chapter 708: The Fat Ghost Delivers a Message
She invited King Linchuan to come over, with the original intention of telling him about what happened in the dream and whether it was the work of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe.
But she just started to say, "I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed of your father."
Prince Linchuan laughed and said, "Father has been busy with government affairs lately, and I think he's been a little neglectful of mother. I think mother should talk to father more and show some concern for him. That way, father will think more about you and won't neglect you."
Mrs. Chen was speechless for a moment.
She looked at King Linchuan and suddenly realized, in King Linchuan's eyes, who was his father?
She forced a smile and said, "I'm not talking about him..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Prince Linchuan's face changed and he said, "Mother, don't talk nonsense."
Mrs. Chen stared at Prince Linchuan in a daze. Seeing the anxiety and embarrassment on his face, she suddenly felt a little cold in her heart.
Prince Linchuan stood up and said, "He has disappeared. You have tried the soul-calling technique, but there has been no response. Before, he could still be contacted in the Netherworld Mist, but now I am afraid he is gone."
Prince Linchuan stared into Madam Chen's eyes and said, "Mother, if you need to let go, then let go. Don't dwell on these trivial things all the time."
"You are now the wife of the Prince of Wu, enjoying a peaceful life. Please also consider your children and please your father more, and don't dwell on the past."
Madam Chen's face flushed crimson as she said, "How can you say that? If he hadn't sent us to the human world, how could you be here today?"
King Linchuan said coldly, "I once rescued him from the Netherworld Mist, so I don't owe him anything."
Mrs. Chen could not say the rest of the words.
To her, everything she experienced in the world of the living was just a short chapter in her life.
But for King Linchuan, the world of the living is everything to him, and the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe is just a story living in legend.
When he was still useful and could still command the ghost soldiers to help him achieve his great cause, he could still call him father. But now he has disappeared, and with him the ghost soldiers he painstakingly collected have also disappeared, so what is the connection?
Madam Chen and Prince Linchuan parted on bad terms.
Mrs. Chen was even more depressed and played the piano in the garden to relieve her stress.
The sad and melodious sound of the zither attracted the King of Wu.
The King of Wu asked, "Are you feeling down?"
Madam Chen held the plum blossom harp and bowed to him, saying, "Your Highness has been busy with official duties lately and has no time to pay attention to me, so I had to find something to do myself."
The King of Wu laughed and said, "It's a beautiful spring day. Please play another song for me."
Mrs. Chen adjusted her mind, picked up her zither and played a song called "Wangchun Mountain" for King Wu.
The King of Wu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers gently. When the music ended, he said, "At the end of the plains lies the spring mountain, and the traveler is even beyond the spring mountain. Your zither skills are getting better and better."
He took Madam Chen's hand and said, "The spring scenery is beautiful. If you feel bored, you can go out for a walk. Just bring a few more guards and be careful."
Mrs. Chen also had the same idea.
Madam Chen waited for several days but did not see the immortal god that the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe had mentioned. She was worried that the palace was full of people and the immortal god would not enter the mortal world, so she was trying to find a way to go out and meet him.
With the permission of King Wu, Mrs. Chen invited several female relatives to go out for a spring outing to enjoy the flowers. Their final destination was Xiufeng Temple, where they wanted to stay overnight to worship Buddha and pray for King Wu.
There were guards waiting all the way, and when we arrived at Xiufeng Temple, the area had been cleared in advance. Only monks from the temple came to greet us, and they mostly tried to avoid suspicion.
Mrs. Chen had specially visited the old elder of Xiufeng Temple. He had been entrusted by the Great Buddha Temple to present scriptures to the palace, and later often discussed scriptures with the old princess. Mrs. Chen's visit to pay homage to the Buddha this time was also partly to please the old lady.
King Shicheng was a shrewd man. He gave Madam Chen a scroll of hand-copied Buddhist scriptures and sent her away.
Mrs. Chen and several other ladies went out for a spring outing, enjoying the scenery, burning incense and worshipping Buddha, playing the piano and composing music, which did relieve some of the depression in their hearts.
But at night, she never met the immortal god she had dreamed of.
Thinking about the past, Mrs. Chen started playing the piano again, and there was inevitably a bit of sorrow in her music.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a small ghost voice outside the window, saying, "Madam, why are you so sad?"
The piano music stopped suddenly. Mrs. Chen opened the window and saw a chubby little ghost standing on the windowsill and bowing to her.
Mrs. Chen was overjoyed: "Fat Ghost! Since you are here, is the King also nearby?"
The Fat Ghost shook his head and said, "Madam, the King has been imprisoned. I was brought out by the immortals to gain your trust."
Mrs. Chen's eyes suddenly showed some regret, and she said, "Was everything I saw in my dream that day real?"
The fat ghost jumped into the room from the windowsill, his fat all over his body trembling like a piece of snow-white, elastic dough.
He said, "Madam, that is exactly what the king has asked."
His soybean-sized eyes were filled with earnest hope as he spoke, "Madam, the king is being tortured, and I only hope that you will not be implicated. However, I have a selfish motive, and I only hope that you can redeem yourself and make meritorious contributions, and see if you can mitigate the king's guilt."
Mrs. Chen's eyes welled with tears as she said, "That's exactly what should happen. That's exactly what should happen. He's trapped in the Yue Mansion, and I can't help but help him. Fatty, since you've come here on the orders of the immortals, do you have any instructions for me to do?"
The fat ghost jumped onto the table and said, "Madam, please come closer."
Madam Chen leaned over to listen to the Fat Ghost's whispers, but suddenly she covered her mouth and gasped, "You want me to do this to the prince? The prince is so respected, how can my humble skills shake him?"
The Fat Ghost said, "It won't work if I rely on my wife alone, but with this, I'm sure I'll succeed."
The fat ghost lifted up the layers of his belly and took out one of the talismans. The handwriting on the talisman was shaped like a flying dragon and as powerful as a cunning fox. The names of five ghosts were written in the style of a book of gods and ghosts. It looked very frightening.
Mrs. Chen couldn't tell what the names of the five ghosts and gods were, but the worry on her face couldn't be wiped away. She kept asking, "Is it really okay? Is it okay?"
The Fat Ghost said, "Don't worry, Madam. I'm just asking the King of Wu to appear in your dream. It's not some evil spell that could harm you."
Madam Chen's face was uncertain. She said, "If we fail to succeed and are discovered..."
The Fat Ghost took the talisman back from her hand and said, "Madam, you may have concerns, but perhaps I shouldn't have implicated you in the first place. Take care, Madam. I will return to the Yue Mansion to accompany the King."
"Stop!" Madam Chen snatched the talisman away, sighed softly, and said, "It's just death, and another trip to the underworld."
The Fatty Ghost smiled and said, "Madam, it is worth it that the King cares about you and is planning a way out for you."
Madam Chen said, "I have nothing to offer you in return for your kindness."
The fat ghost bowed and said, "The little ghost will go first."
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