Situ Ye's eloquence eventually persuaded Tianji to take his wife to temporarily live in the Charity Bureau. After the Xiangjun Mansion, two streets across from the Charity Bureau, was renovated, the family would move there.
Tianji's move wasn't for fame and fortune, but rather he had a plan in mind. He decided to first settle his wife and daughter, and then join Gongsun Mulin's army to conspire with them to overthrow the tyrant Su Mu Tianjun, avenge his uncle Tianlang, and redress the injustice done to the Tian family.
Tianji's heart was filled with hatred and resentment. However, he also knew that this was a road fraught with danger and challenges. Therefore, only after making arrangements for his wife and daughter would he resolutely embark on the path of joining Gongsun Mulin.
Although he didn't know Tianji's specific thoughts, the result was what Situ Ye wanted, and that was enough. In order to prevent Tianji from feeling dependent on others, Situ Ye also arranged a coaching position for him, asking him to teach martial arts to the children of the Charity Bureau, laying the foundation for them to serve Hua Qingcheng in the future.
December 20th, morning.
After several days of preparation, Tianji and his family moved into the Xiangjun Mansion in the city, only two streets away from the Charity Bureau.
On the day of the housewarming, Hua Qingcheng and her seven husbands were present, including the pregnant Mu Lige. It could be said that this was a great honor for Tian Zheyi, the local lord. Of course, for Mu Lige, her main attraction was the Tian family and Situ Ye.
After the housewarming ceremony, Hua Qingcheng sent Mu Lige back to the East Palace. That afternoon, Hua Qingcheng, holding her zither, went to Xiangyang Temple in the northern suburbs of the city with several of her husbands.
The Dali Temple has concluded its trial of the Xiangyang Temple murder case involving young girls and boys. Except for Wang Zhenyi, who died inexplicably in the Heavenly Prison, all the fake Taoist priests involved in the case, namely Wang Zhenyi's former subordinates, were sentenced to immediate execution.
As for the uninformed True Daoists, they were dismissed and returned to secular life. Xiangyang Temple has now been sealed by the government. Furthermore, the Ministry of Justice has issued a nationwide manhunt for Wang Zhenyi's junior sister, Gong Yanan, a bandit leader who has repeatedly been involved in kidnapping children.
Si Tianyu, who had aided and abetted the tyrant, was executed by slow slicing on December 19th. Her husband, Nangong Chen, was also sentenced to face tattooing and exiled to Youzhou that same day. Some officials implicated in the case were executed, imprisoned, or dismissed.
The shocking case that shocked the entire Laifeng Kingdom has come to a temporary end as the relevant criminals have been dealt with.
The rumbling carriage moved forward all the way and finally arrived at Xiangyang Temple halfway up Qifeng Mountain in the north of the city at 3:00 p.m.
"Achen, I told you to stay in the palace and rest, why did you insist on following me?" Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen, whose face was slightly pale, with a little heartache, and helped him get off the carriage.
"Xiao Qingcheng, the vengeful spirit almost harmed me. I have to watch it being destroyed. Otherwise, I will not be able to swallow this anger!"
Han Yichen is now nearly three months pregnant, but it does not affect his "tit-for-tat" character.
This willful husband!
Hua Qingcheng rubbed her eyebrows with a slight headache, but she did not blame Han Yichen. After all, it was her child who was almost killed.
Seeing Hua Qingcheng and her six husbands coming, the guards guarding the door opened the door and let them in.
A quarter of an hour later, we looked towards the sun at the red rose field.
The red roses, each as big as a bowl and as gorgeous as a flower, their petals overlapping and tightly attached to each other, resemble young girls in red dresses dancing gracefully in the breeze. Their dresses are bright and dazzling, as red as flames and blood, as if they are about to burst into flames.
Hua Qingcheng, who already knew the reason why they were so beautiful, felt dazzled.
"Sixth brother, let's... get started."
Yu Xiaotian, who was dressed in a white monk's robe and a five-Buddha crown on his head, and Wu Chen, who was also dressed in a white monk's robe and had Buddhist beads around his neck, sat cross-legged outside the red rose field, chanting the "Nirvana Mantra" together to pray for the souls of the dead.
Hua Qingcheng, Situ Ye, Han Yichen, Si Chengfeng and Zuo An stood aside and watched.
Yu Xiaotian, who possessed the ability to capture souls and communicate with spirits, and Wuchen, who had opened his clairvoyance, saw vast expanses of black clouds looming over the red rose fields. However, as they continued to chant Buddhist sutras for salvation, the clouds dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Go reincarnate!"
The three-petal red lotus mark on Yu Xiaotian's forehead suddenly flashed with a red golden light, and the scattered black clouds gradually turned white, and finally turned into a wisp of white smoke and completely disappeared.
However, after Yu Xiaotian and Wu Chen recited the "Nirvana Mantra" 749 times, a thick black cloud was still floating in the sky above the red rose field.
"This is your last chance to be reborn. If you remain stubborn, I will have no choice but to enforce justice on the behalf of Heaven and destroy you, the evil spirit that harms the world!" Yu Xiaotian, who was using the soul-stealing and spiritualism technique, exerted too much force and the Son of God appeared.
[The "Holy Son" here refers to Yu Haotian's true form, the Son of God, not the "Holy Son" that Su Mutianjun bestowed upon Yu Haotian.]
He shared the same bright eyes and delicate eyebrows, clad in the same holy white monk's robes, but the golden light of the three-petal red lotus mark between his brows was even more dazzling, and his aura was even more refined and elegant. His image was holy and beautiful, his eyes gleaming with compassion for all living things, and his entire being radiated an aura of benevolence.
The Holy Son's white robes were elegant and pure, unstained by dust, as if woven from snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains. His steps were light and steady, as if he were treading on the tip of a cloud. Each of his movements was filled with grace and confidence, emanating an otherworldly aura.
His bright, peach-like eyes were pure and clear, seemingly able to discern all good and evil in the world. The three-petal red lotus mark between his eyebrows shone brightly, emitting a dazzling golden light, like a brilliant pearl, illuminating the entire world. This mark, like a blooming red lotus, was beautiful and sacred, seemingly containing endless power and wisdom.
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