Chapter 3 003 Kongfan
Chapter 3
Queen Mother Xue stared at Ying Ji's face with a sharp gaze. After a long moment, she suddenly stretched out her hand, and Ying Ji's body floated up uncontrollably, being sucked in front of Queen Mother Xue.
The Queen Mother Xue loosened her grip, and Ying Ji fell to her knees before her. The Queen Mother Xue bent down, grasped Ying Ji's face, and leaned in for a closer look.
"I heard that you were once possessed by a fox demon."
Yingji didn't answer, neither admitting nor refuting. She remained motionless, quietly allowing Empress Dowager Xue to caress her face as if she were selecting merchandise.
Queen Dowager Xue released her grip, then flicked it casually, dropping a finger-long jade pendant to Yingji's waist. Yingji lowered her eyes to gaze upon it. The snow-white jade pendant was engraved with a rising sun emerging from the clouds. The golden character "妃" (consort) flickered faintly, then faded away.
"From today on, you are a concubine in the palace."
From above came the unquestionable order from Queen Mother Xue.
Yingji frowned, slowly raised her eyes, and scrutinized Empress Dowager Xue's expression with suspicion. Men wanted to compete for her, but the women around them hated her, especially the women in the palace. The Empress Dowagers and Empresses hated her most for being involved with the imperial family. She was notorious, a scourge to the nation.
How could a queen mother give a woman like her to her own son, the emperor? If it was to fight for power from her own son, it would never happen to Queen Mother Xue.
She had been in power for three hundred years and finally found her lost only son. Even though he had become a monk, she still insisted on bringing him back to the palace and helping him to sit firmly on the throne. She worked hard for it.
"Three years. I'll give you three years." Queen Mother Xue looked down at Ying Ji condescendingly.
Of course, Yingji would not understand what Queen Mother Xue meant.
At Queen Mother Xue's command, all the waiters in the hall retreated silently, and the heavy door slowly closed.
"I want him," Queen Mother Xue said, as if she had finally made up her mind, her tone no longer hesitating. "Break the five precepts and indulge in the seven emotions and six desires!"
Yingji's eyes moved, and she slowly adjusted her posture, bending her waist so that she could kneel more comfortably.
She looked at Empress Dowager Xue with a charming smile, and her tone was no longer cautious. She spoke softly and slowly: "Ying Ji doesn't have this ability."
Queen Mother Xue sneered: "If you can't do it, flatten the Duxue Country!"
Ying Ji was not afraid and chuckled, saying, "I have many enemies in Duxue. Queen Mother Xue is kind enough to help me vent my anger. I want to be happy."
"Oh?" Empress Dowager Xue glanced over, "You're still carrying that body with you?"
Yingji's expression changed slightly.
"A corpse, even if you carry it with you every day, is just a corpse. No matter how many spiritual weapons you use, you can't bring the dead back to life." Queen Mother Xue leaned in close and whispered, "Do you want to send this person to reincarnation?"
Yingji's stagnant heart suddenly began to beat. She pursed her lips tightly and looked at Queen Mother Xue with suspicion.
The strange thing about the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms is not only that everyone's ability to cultivate is determined from birth, but also that cultivators cannot ascend to heaven, and the dead cannot enter the underworld. Everyone seems trapped in this small world, with more and more people and fewer and fewer resources, resulting in constant war and no peace.
After death, the dead wander, and so the exorcists come into being, gathering all the dead into the Soul-Exterminating Well to be destroyed. Only those with extraordinary abilities or outstanding contributions in life will be sent into the man-made reincarnation mouth by the powerful forces of the twelve nations after death.
Less than one in ten million people are sent to the cycle of reincarnation.
Yingji's beating heart slowly calmed down, and she said in a deep voice, "He's a mortal."
Mortals are not qualified to be sent to the reincarnation gate.
Queen Mother Xue laughed. "So what?"
Yingji slowly raised her eyes and stared at Empress Dowager Xue. She had long since stopped trusting anyone, but at this moment, she wanted to believe. Rather than believing in Empress Dowager Xue, it was more like wanting to believe in a miracle.
"Okay." Yingji agreed.
Empress Dowager Xue said, "If you need any assistance, please feel free to ask."
"No need." Yingji chuckled and slowly stood up.
He's just a man, why would he need three years?
All men in the world are the same: greedy, arrogant, mean-spirited, and lustful. They are rotten to the core.
As long as she wanted, breaking the five precepts and indulging in the seven emotions and six desires was nothing. She could make the other person willingly cut out his heart and give it to her.
What's more, a monk who had left home returned to the palace to become an emperor. He was either greedy for power or greedy for family affection, and his six senses were not pure at all.
No difficulty at all.
The heavy hall door opened again, and Queen Mother Xue asked her attendants to take Ying Ji to her residence.
"Yingji, are you cold?" Queen Mother Xue suddenly called her.
Yingji looked back in confusion.
Queen Mother Xue waved her hand, and a cloak fell on Yingji's shoulders.
"Tomorrow is White Dew. The temperature is going to drop."
Yingji turned her head and looked at the cloak on her shoulders.
People who practice spiritual cultivation are no longer affected by the four seasons, but ordinary people are not.
Yingji pulled the cloak on her shoulders. She was indeed a little cold.
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Empress Dowager Xue sat alone in the hall. She rubbed her forehead tiredly and then burst into intermittent coughing.
After a while, she sighed.
Hopefully, she still has time to see her son grow up as a human being.
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The palace of Chaoxi was not as crowded with palace attendants as the palace of Duxue. Yingji didn't see many palace attendants on the way to Xingji Palace with the servants. The huge palace was silent.
When they arrived at Xingji Palace, Bajiao came up to them, blinking his eyes and asked, "Did someone bully you again?"
Yingji smiled slightly and tapped her forehead: "No. Go play."
Basho grinned and trotted out. She was in a new place and was curious about everything around her, looking and smelling everything.
After traveling all the way from Beicang, Yingji was exhausted. After a quick wash, she went to bed tiredly before dark and woke up before dawn after a good sleep.
The night is quiet and peaceful.
Yingji opened the lacquered wooden box and gently stroked the quiet jade coffin with her fingertips. The dead soul in the coffin had long since stopped responding to her.
Ying Ji thought of Queen Mother Xue's words and began to fantasize about sending her into the reincarnation gate.
At the first cockcrow, Yingji snapped out of her thoughts and carefully put the lacquered wooden box away. She opened another lacquered wooden box filled with demon spirits, and the jade coffin inside began to shake more and more violently.
With a "click", one of the jade coffins cracked.
"Not good!" Ying Ji immediately took out the spiritual weapons from her Qiankun bag. The demon bone dagger, the demon locking lamp, the isolation barrier...
Amid the sharp cries of the demons, Ying Ji kept taking out spiritual weapons from her Qiankun bag.
A black smoke emerged from the small jade coffin, and then quickly condensed into a demon body, a flower demon.
The flower branches twisted and pounced towards Yingji angrily.
The Demon-Locking Lamp wouldn't light up no matter what she did. In panic, Ying Ji grabbed the Demon-Bone Dagger and swung it at the branches that were wrapping around her.
The flower demon screamed, and red blood flowed from its branches. Countless branches quickly retracted, and he glared at Yingji fiercely, then quickly escaped through the window.
Yingji gasped in shock. Her hands were stained with blood, not only the flower demon's blood, but also her own blood.
She lit the demon-locking lamp again and again, finally igniting it. She had nearly lost her life trying to capture the flower demon. The flower demon had been locked away for so long, and was now weak. If she didn't capture him now, it would be difficult to capture him again.
Ying Ji chased after him, holding the Demon-Locking Lamp in one hand and the Demon-Bone Dagger in the other.
Without spiritual power, it was impossible for her to instinctively sense the flower demon's whereabouts. Not long after, she lost track of the flower demon.
She twisted her wrist slightly, and the silver bell on her wrist rang. She listened carefully, but even with the help of a spiritual tool, she could not find any trace of the flower demon.
Yingji sighed softly and slowly lowered her hands.
The cool breeze of dawn blew gently. In the distance, leaves rustled. Yingji turned sideways and looked in the direction of the sound.
A Bodhi tree wakes up in the morning breeze and sways gently.
She looked again, only to find that every leaf on the Bodhi tree was motionless. Had she just seen it wrong?
The surrounding trees rustled, and the branches and leaves swayed here and there in a lively manner, but this ancient Bodhi tree was so still that it seemed as if it were in an illusory state.
Yingji frowned, and walked towards it with doubt and caution.
Empress Dowager Xue said that today was the White Dew Festival, and the weather would turn cooler. Indeed, the wind blowing against her body had grown even colder overnight. The cool breeze ruffled Yingji's long black hair, causing it to flutter and disrupt her vision.
The wind suddenly stopped in an instant.
The black hair slowly fell down and stuck obediently to Yingji's face.
All the trees that were dancing happily stopped as the wind died down.
A Bodhi leaf moved slightly, and then the ancient Bodhi tree moved without wind, and the Bodhi leaves rose and fell like waves, causing silent storms.
Yingji was stunned by the amazing sight.
When the Bodhi tree became quiet again, Yingji lowered her gaze to look at the person resting under the Bodhi tree.
A monk.
Wrapped in a snow-white monk's robe, the spotless monk rested his head on a pile of worldly memorials. An opened memorial fell to the ground, and a bodhi leaf fluttered onto it, picking up some dust and mud.
A Zen staff stood to the side, a blood-stained cassock casually draped across it. After a night, the cassock was soaked with a layer of morning dew. The morning light illuminated the golden light on the cassock, dappling it with light and shadow, shimmering with light.
Yingji's soft lips moved slightly, and she silently uttered his name: Kongfan.
She knew it was him. It had to be him.
Kong Fan opened his eyes and saw Bodhi everywhere. He sat up slowly and raised his eyes slightly.
Suddenly, I remembered the distant temple bell. The sound of the bell tolled again and again, far and wide, as if it were boundless.
Kong Fan tilted his head, looking in the direction of the temple bell. His slender fingers gently moved the Buddhist beads in his palm, his thin lips moving slightly as he silently chanted something.
Yingji stood quietly by the side, watching him. In this long bell sound, Yingji also felt a sense of peace in her heart.
She didn't know what Kong Fan was chanting. He kept chanting until the last of the eighteen bells rang.
"Amitabha." Kong Fan closed his eyes and stopped moving the Buddhist beads in his palm.
After a while, he opened his eyes again and looked at Yingji. She had a beautiful face, but a pair of clear eyes.
"Who are you, the donor, and why are you here?" He looked clearly, his eyes as clear as water and as bright as a mirror.
At this moment, Yingji felt absurdly that looking into his eyes was a blasphemy to Buddha.
But her heart had long since turned completely rotten. No one would ever save her again, and she had abandoned all conscience.
"I'm from the Snow Country, Yingji." Yingji slowly curled her lips into a smile, her eyes meeting Kongfan's with a lingering gaze. "Your Majesty's new concubine."
Yingji's hair was slightly disheveled, and her scattered black hair stuck to her face, showing her fragile and fragile charm in a messy way.
Kong Fan's eyes fell on her hands.
Blood dripped down the back of her delicate hand as she held a lantern that glowed an absurdly and unnecessary dim light in the early morning light.
Kong Fan didn't seem surprised after hearing Ying Ji's words. He raised his hand and lightly tapped her in the air.
Yingji glanced at the wound on her hand, which was healing rapidly and the bloodstains gradually disappearing. Her slender white hand, caressed by the morning light, was clean, as if it had never been stained with blood.
A sudden, sharp whistle shattered Yingji's thoughts. She looked up, and saw the azure sky split as if by a sword. A wave of darkness swept in from the west at a terrifying speed. The bright morning was about to fade into darkness.
Yingji felt a strange ripple on the ground beneath her feet.
She turned her head and looked at Kong Fan who was sitting opposite her.
He sat there motionless, the Zen staff standing at his side vibrating gently, and soft golden light spread out in circles from the staff, seeping into the vast earth.
The moment the golden ripples stopped, Ying Ji heard a loud "boom" and the dark waves above the sky collapsed instantly.
Kong Fan stood up, his snow-white monk robe fluttering in the wind, and his wide sleeves fluttering.
"The Demon-Suppressing Tower has been destroyed, don't wander around." Kong Fan said.
After he finished speaking, he was no longer seen under the Bodhi tree.
The Demon Suppression Tower? Ying Ji never dared to touch a big demon, but now that the Demon Suppression Tower was destroyed, would she take the opportunity to pick up a weak little demon?
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