Chapter 717: Returning to the Past
Knocking on the door of the cave, Gong Mengbi said, "Brother Su, I'm back."
The door of the mansion opened quietly without any wind, and Su Shangxian's complaining voice came from inside: "Why did you come back?"
Gong Mengbi put the bean lamp back where it was and said, "I'll return the lamp to you."
Su Shangxian stared at the bean lamp and commanded, "Go a little to the left."
Gong Mengbi followed his instructions and moved the bean lamp to the left. Only then did Su Shangxian withdraw his eyes from the bean lamp and ask, "Have you finished your work?"
Gong Mengbi said, "I originally went there to discuss what to do, but ended up getting hurt in my own hands."
Su Shangxian raised his eyebrows and said, "You deserve it. I told you not to meddle in other people's business."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "This is no small matter. We can't ignore it."
Su Shangxian shrugged and said, "Go ahead, I won't keep you here."
Gong Mengbi showed no intention of leaving and said, "We'll have to wait a few more days. Please take me in."
"Huh? Are you a sociable person?" Su Shangxian sat up straight on the cloud bed, his expression becoming helpless.
Gong Mengbi put his hands in his sleeves and said, "We are all from the same family, and we are from the Heavenly Fox Court. Su Shangxian wouldn't be so stingy as to kick me out and make me sleep in the open, right?"
"For someone like you who's in such trouble, you should have at least a little self-awareness." Su Shangxian gave up, fell back, and said, "Forget it, please do as you please."
If you just say it but your heart is not firm in your rejection, there is no way to drive Gong Mengbi away.
Gong Mengbi stayed in Tianping Mountain for a few days.
Su Shangxian didn't like to interact with others, and Gong Mengbi didn't really cause him any trouble. Only the fat ghost traveled between the palace and Tianping Mountain to report on the progress of the incident.
After the dream, Mrs. Chen made up her mind completely.
She opened the golden pendant she brought from Yintu. There was a round fleshy bead in the pendant, which occasionally emitted a light and opened seven holes to breathe.
The epidemic pill is not a dead thing.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting once brought the epidemic pill to rescue the ghost king of the Juliu tribe in the ghost fog of the underworld. He had come into contact with this pearl pill and had some understanding of it.
It is a Taoist magic weapon cut from the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe and placed in a golden pendant to protect the safety of the Ghost Concubine and the ghosts.
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe is best at driving strange air and condensing it into various ghosts, which are named after epidemic diseases or miasma.
The anti-epidemic pill can absorb all kinds of strange air, making the owner immune to all diseases and poisons, and living a long and healthy life.
But at the same time, it is also the most violent epidemic and miasma, which can poison practitioners with ulterior motives and even ghosts and gods.
Because of long-term wearing, this pill interacted with Madam Chen's Qi, and it was also the last threat that the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe had on the Ghost Concubine.
The Ghost Concubine had long understood the usefulness of the epidemic pill. She held the gold pendant in her hand, silently praying and chanting the name of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe. The Ghost King's name contained his power.
All seven holes of the epidemic miasma pill opened, the light condensed and did not disperse, spewing out invisible energy, which fell on the ghost concubine.
Mrs. Chen fell ill the next day, with a high fever that wouldn't go away.
The medical officer saw that it was a wind evil that had entered the body, but he didn't know why it was so fierce and powerful, going straight in, directly breaking through the body's positive energy, destroying it with ease, and penetrating into the bone marrow.
Strengthening the body and expelling evil were ineffective, and strong medicine was used to barely keep him alive.
The doctors were helpless, and on the third day, Mrs. Chen was on the verge of death. But now, she regained consciousness and looked as normal as ever.
The King of Wu came to see her and talked with her.
Madam Chen said, "Thanks to the prince, I have lived a good life for many years, without worrying about the sufferings of the world, and enjoying a lot of blessings."
The King of Wu recalled every detail of these years and saw that her face had barely changed. Although she was nearly forty, she showed no signs of aging. He doted on her, and it was hard not to feel a wave of sadness at this moment.
Madam Chen smiled instead and said, "Life and death are determined by fate. We will eventually return to where we came from. Your Highness has looked much more haggard recently. While government affairs are important, you must also take care of your health."
The King of Wu asked, "Do you have any other wishes?"
Madam Chen said, "The third brother made you angry before and you grounded him. Let him come and see me off."
The King of Wu agreed.
Prince Linchuan's house arrest was lifted, but when he came to see Madam Chen, he was filled with resentment.
She couldn't lose her temper in front of the King of Wu, so she could only kneel beside Madam Chen's bed to show her motherly love and filial piety.
Madam Chen held his hand, placed the gold pendant on it, and said, "Don't make your father angry again."
Prince Linchuan took the gold pendant and his mind went blank for a moment.
But Mrs. Chen's words, "You are arrogant, but you are not careful in doing things. It would be better for you to study hard and cultivate your mind," made his face flush red again, but he did not dare to lose his temper in front of King Wu.
Madam Chen looked at him, then at Prince Wu, and said, "Your Majesty, may I have a few words with him alone?"
The King of Wu gave space to the mother and son.
King Linchuan finally vented his anger and asked, "You don't want to live anymore? Why don't you stay and help me?"
Madam Chen looked at him and said, "There's precedent, then there's consequence. Where we came from, we'll always go back. Your father sent us out first, and now I'm paying the price for that."
Prince Linchuan held up the golden pendant and said, "With this here, how could you possibly die if you don't want to? Ultimately, you just don't want to help me. Not helping me is fine, but what's the point of saying that in front of my father?"
Madam Chen sighed and gave him one last chance, saying, "You have no chance of seizing power, so why get yourself caught up in this vortex? You have a clear mind and a clear mind. Whether you focus on studying or exploring the mysteries, you may achieve something. Why choose the most difficult path, the one least suited to you?"
King Linchuan said, "I refuse to accept this! What's the point of studying? What's the point of asking about the mysteries? Can it help you avoid death and prolong your life? Can it control the life and death of all people in the world?"
The mother and son looked at each other, neither of them backing down.
Mrs. Chen didn't see any trace of entreaty or sadness in his eyes, so she closed her eyes and said, "Forget it, go away."
Prince Linchuan held the gold pendant in his hand and turned away.
That night, Mrs. Chen died of illness.
But no one expected that Prince Linchuan suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground in front of Madam Chen's spirit. His symptoms were exactly the same as Madam Chen's, but even more serious.
Because he was still unconscious, he could only speak a few unclear words.
The entire palace immediately fell into a state of panic. If one person fell ill, it was because the evil wind had entered the body. If two people were like this, it might be because they were infected with an epidemic.
The entire palace was being swept and fumigated, and the scent of herbs was everywhere.
The power that Prince Linchuan coveted could not save him. Only a few palace maids were forced to take care of him, but they were frightened and acted in a hurry, trying to hide whenever possible.
The King of Linchuan was burning with fever as if fire were coming out of all his seven orifices. He wanted to drink water, but he couldn't move. He opened his mouth and made a little sound, but no one could hear it.
"Why? Mother." He knew that he had been infected, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
Why! Why did she not want to live, but she also didn't want him to live?
He resented and hated her. The physical pain was unbearable, and the resentment in his heart was even more tormenting.
His whole body was hot, and his soul was burning as if it were on fire, as if he was drowning in a sea of fire and unable to extricate himself. Only his clenched fingers and curled up body showed his struggle.
When the palace servants found him, he had died in such an agonizing manner.
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