Chapter 155 The Reason for the Son's Abnormality
Jiaying returned to Yongning Temple from the palace. As soon as he stepped into the temple where he lived, the water pavilion suddenly shook and the pearl curtain swayed violently.
Jiaying didn't even raise his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Welcome to the ancestors."
A huge and majestic pagoda suddenly appeared in the air.
In the blink of an eye, Jiaying was already standing inside the pagoda.
The Buddhist temple is deep and vast, with a length of thousands or even tens of thousands of feet from top to bottom and left to right. Standing in it is like standing at the bottom of an abyss, looking up at the towering cliffs.
There are countless huge Buddha statues carved on all sides, which make Jiaying's tall stature look as small as an ant.
Those Buddha statues are all built in a overlooking posture, looking down at the creatures at their feet from a high position.
When Jiaying entered, it seemed as if millions of eyes opened simultaneously in the darkness. Countless eyes stared at him, who was at the bottom.
Blood-red flames, as big as the sun in the sky, ignited one after another, illuminating the Buddhist temple.
Behind each flame, on the knees of the Buddha statue, there is a monk sitting cross-legged in the shadowy form.
There are more than a dozen of them.
Their eyes were focused on Jiaying at the same time.
The difference in their cultivation levels was enormous. Even if they didn't intend to exert pressure, the weight of the pressure was like a mountain covering their heads.
Jiaying faced them, blood oozing from his lips.
An old monk at the bottom of the table spoke up: "Holy Son, why are you acting so recklessly?"
These ancestors are one of the true ruling forces in the divine realm.
The imperial power, the divine power, and the major families are all presided over by powerful people. They are linked by blood inheritance and form their own territories of power.
The forces are strong and check and balance each other.
The strong ones concentrate on training to deter external enemies and help the family cultivate new blood.
The new blood is responsible for the laborious power struggles, seizing resources to feed the strong, and forming a mutually dependent and well-functioning ecosystem.
Before becoming truly powerful, Jiaying knew it all, that Ji Wenyi and he were just agents pushed to the front by these masters.
They can compete openly or secretly, but the final conclusion of their achievements will depend on the final game among the ancestors.
Jiaying is not easily persuaded by anyone except Ye Xiaoman.
When he faced the accusations from many of his ancestors, his answer was just three words: "Unhappy."
The masters were already accustomed to Jiaying's cold temperament, and it was not the first time that he had turned his back on them in public.
There was a long silence, and the old monk patiently asked, "What's the reason?"
Jiaying wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve without saying a word.
Jiaying refused to cooperate, and the masters had no way to deal with him. He had sealed the heart of the devil, and they were afraid that it would affect his Buddhist heart, so they did not want to blame him too much.
After a moment of silence, he was allowed to leave.
After Jiaying's figure disappeared into nothingness, whispers were heard in the Buddhist hall.
"The Holy Son shouldn't be blamed. The Ji family has been overreaching lately."
Everyone agreed that Jiaying was law-abiding and the most virtuous person in the world, and he was a hundred times less troublesome than the two uncontrollable brats of the Ji family.
"Destroy Buddhism? The prince is going too far..."
"But now is not the time to get upset."
This statement was agreed by most of the strong men.
A thousand years ago, in order to suppress the demon god Jing Zhui, various forces lost a large number of geniuses and have not recovered to this day.
If a civil war breaks out, both sides will suffer losses.
The strong ones are getting old and time has become meaningless to them.
When you reach a certain age, you prefer stability to turbulence.
"The Holy Son is young and energetic, and today he seems to be somewhat disregarding the overall situation."
"Go apologize to the Ji family..."
The monks felt a headache when they thought about having to argue with the group of tough old guys from the Ji family later.
After the powerful people reached a consensus, the fireworks gradually went out and the Buddhist hall returned to darkness.
Before the last spark of light faded, someone pointed out, "The Son of God is not in the right state."
The planner hates to see chess pieces out of control the most.
"Send a few more people to keep a close eye on him."
"We must find the reason why the Holy Son is acting abnormally."
"yes."
The Son of God is noble, he must not make any mistakes, and all those who corrupt him must be eliminated!
Jiaying sat upright in front of the Buddha, beating the wooden fish again and again, occasionally coughing softly.
It's raining heavily outside.
"Explore again."
The man in white is deceiving the snow, world-weary and indifferent.
The person who was on duty to serve him today was a teenager.
After hearing the order, he respectfully stood up from behind Jiaying.
He walked to the door, picked up the umbrella from the corridor, and when he opened the umbrella halfway, he couldn't help but look back.
"Sir Saint, I have already seen it more than ten times in the past hour."
"I think no matter how many times I run out to the street to look, the result will be the same. It's raining so hard. Gong Jieyu will not come to see you today."
The sound of the wooden fish stopped.
The little monk stuck out his tongue secretly, afraid that Jiaying would be angry, so he raised his umbrella and ran away.
Jiaying looks at the communication magic weapon.
He endured for six or seven days and did not go to see Ye Xiaoman, waiting for her to come to see him on her own initiative.
Unexpectedly, during these days of separation, she never set foot in his territory.
She didn't even mention inviting him to her place for tea.
Before they parted that day, she promised to make candied haws for him. Would it take six or seven days to make several strings of haws? If that was too much trouble, he could just not eat them.
The last message with ambiguous meaning was the one she sent before, "It feels like a long time since we last met."
Then, everything else was in a businesslike tone.
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Jiaying felt depressed.
Even if he didn't agree to be with her, they could still remain friends.
I didn't expect that she wouldn't even be friends with me anymore.
The young novice monk returned from the expedition and brought the same answer: "Master, no one has come yet."
After he finished speaking, the acolyte who was sent to Red Maple Residence also returned.
"His Royal Highness Prince Rui went to visit Concubine Gong again today."
"There was laughter and chatter inside the house. I wonder what interesting topics they were discussing. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't explore further and turned back halfway."
The monk received the task from Jiaying. He needed to keep a close eye on "Gong Xier" throughout the day and report immediately if there was any movement.
The Holy Son was inexplicably so concerned about a woman, and he had some doubts until he saw Prince Rui having close contact with Concubine Gong for several consecutive days.
Even after the Holy Emperor impeached the Crown Prince's forces, he did not stop associating with that woman, coming early in the morning and leaving late at night.
Starting from yesterday, I just lived in the temple.
He was not afraid that the contradiction between theocracy and imperial power would deepen further and he would be assassinated by Yongning Temple.
The acolyte felt more and more that the Holy Son's wisdom was unfathomable. There must be something fishy about Concubine Gong. She might be secretly plotting something with Prince Rui, which was why the Holy Son treated her with caution.
So the acolyte became more and more devoted to his work.
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