When Xinwen was suddenly stabbed, all the people of Da Chan Temple were distressed. But even though they were heartbroken, Ling Mun had to go and see Feng Tianming’s injuries first.
After all, the price had been paid for the death of Xinwen, the head of the Mahabodhi Temple, and the result of the price paid could not be abandoned.
However, the way Spirit Gate looked at Meng Shanhe’s incarnation in the sky was a bit off.
It was only natural that Spirit Gate, Xin Zhu and Xin Zhou, who had just finished their battle, were too lax to notice the a*sa*sination tactics of the Desperate Fate Hall’s Tong Shen Realm a*sa*sins, but Meng Shanhe was different.
As the strongest person in the Heavenly Ranking, a single avatar was able to block the aftermath of the battle between the previous seven Forbidden Techniques, so to say that he had not detected the slightest hint of it beforehand would be completely unbelievable to Spirit Gate.
But what could the Spirit Sect do? To say that Meng Shanhe had counted on him, but that was not a count. Besides, which side was not calculating? Hadn’t the Zen Sect also been calculating all sides?
”Sins, sins!” Ling Mun sighed tersely in his heart as he outwardly straightened his clothes slightly and entered the imperial city.
Inside the Imperial City, due to the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation being broken, it had been affected by quite a lot of battles, and wretched scenes could be seen everywhere.
But fortunately, the Imperial City was large enough that only the front part was damaged by the aftermath of the battle, and Feng Tianming’s Great Hall was far away from the front.
Inside the Hall of Great Brightness.
Feng Tianming was sitting on the dragon chair with his breath dying, seemingly unharmed, but from the look of his failing face, even a novice healer could tell that he was really close to death.
Beside him, Feng Ming Xiao was pressing his hand against Feng Tianming’s heart, feeding him his true qi to renew his life.
The Phoenix Family’s “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy” contains the meaning of the Phoenix’s immortality and is of the same origin as Feng Tianming’s true qi, so it was very effective in renewing his life, but it was difficult to recover.
At that moment, a cloud of mist flew in outside the hall and took the form of a man, followed by an old monk who flew in.
“Mountain Master Meng.” Feng Mingxiao called out excitedly.
Meng Shanhe was the anchor of the Northern Zhou, and even if he did nothing, just standing there gave him a sense of rea*surance. It was also because with Meng Shanhe around, even if Feng Tianming died right now, the Northern Zhou would not be able to collapse.
“Your Highness, Your Highness, please withdraw your true qi first, let me do it.”
As he spoke, the clouds of Hao Ran Zheng Qi spread out and wrapped Feng Tian Ming in them, helping him to suppress the injuries in his body.
Although “Hao Ran Zheng Qi” is extremely domineering and has no healing effect, it is extremely effective in suppressing such injuries caused by the implication. When Feng Mingxiao saw this, he slowly withdrew his true qi and used his energy to heal his injuries.
“Master, how are His Majesty’s injuries?” With his Hao Ran Zheng Qi automatically suppressing his injuries, Meng Shanhe turned back to Spirit Gate and asked him.
Spirit Gate had been practising medicine for hundreds of years and was one of the few great healers at that time. Just by looking at Feng Tianming’s face, he could almost sense the extent of his injuries and immediately said, “Amitabha Buddha. His Majesty had previously manipulated the Nine Dragons Ding Heavenly Formation and was too deeply united with the Dragon Veins, so when Liu Sheng Zong Yan cut the Dragon Veins, he cut His Majesty. The nine dragons transformed by the Dragon Veins were cut down in eight of them, so that Your Majesty was also ——”
The rest of what Spirit Gate did not say, Meng Shanhe also guessed. Eight of the nine dragons had been beheaded, and Feng Tianming’s life had also been cut down by eight ninths.
“How long does His Majesty have to live?” Meng Shanhe asked directly.
Having eight ninths of one’s life chopped off is almost no different from death. Have you ever seen a person’s neck cut off below the neck, leaving the head alive?
If the Tong Shen realm was chopped off by eight ninths, there was still a possibility of living. For the True Dan realm, forget it. Although the True Dan realm and the Tong Shen realm are just one realm apart, that one realm is the difference between heaven and earth.
“If there is healing with Lao Di’s Pill Master’s glazed true qi, and with the secret imperial family’s ‘Phoenix Heavenly Curse’ to renew his life, His Majesty should still have four years of life left.” Spirit Gate returned after a secret estimation.
“Four years of life? That’s enough.” Meng Shanhe said.
Four years was also enough time to select the next Northern Zhou Emperor. To be honest, Meng Shanhe was also a little disgusted by Feng Tianming’s constant stirring up of mischief.
It was true that he wanted to protect the Northern Zhou royal family, but his loyalty to Feng Tianming should be dispensed with. As the most powerful person, if Meng Shanhe was really loyal to someone, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate to this extent. Three hundred years ago, in addition to his disagreement with Ji Muqing, the reason for protecting the royal family of the Northern Zhou was to preserve the legacy of the Confucian family.
The dynasties of the world will eventually come to an end, and the Great Qian will not last forever. But will the dynasty then use a school of thought that seeks to usurp the throne?
Confucianism reveres heaven and earth, the king and his kinsmen, and the king is still before the kinsmen, which is the biggest reason why Confucianism is favoured by kings. Ji Muqing’s plot to usurp the throne was to trample such a reason underfoot.
What’s more, Ji Muqing was also the head of the Confucian school’s Ren lineage at the time.
So in the end, Feng Tianming’s life and death really had nothing to do with Meng Shanhe. The death of Feng Tianming, a blind messenger, would actually be better, replacing him with a more peaceful emperor.
“Well… er ——” Feng Tianming, who was sitting on the dragon chair like a dead corpse, suddenly let out a weak moan and slowly opened his eyes.
Meng Shanhe’s Hao Rang Qi was really powerful enough, it actually suppressed the injury by nine out of ten, causing Feng Tianming to wake up.
“Imperial sister ——” Feng Tianming barely rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Mingxiao.
After seeing Feng Mingxiao nod quietly, for some reason, Feng Tianming seemed to have a sense of relief.
“Chief Meng Shan, thank you.” Feng Tianming looked at the white true qi around his body and thanked Meng Shanhe.
“Your Majesty, a matter of duty.” Meng Shanhe said indifferently.
“I heard what Meng Shan Chang and Master said just now. Four years? There’s a bit of a rush to choose a crown prince!” As he spoke, a hint of intense resignation flashed across Feng Tianming’s cloudy eyes.
He, Feng Tianming, had done all his tricks for what, for Northern Zhou and for himself. For the Northern Zhou to win back its kingdom, to return to its homeland in the south, for himself to be promoted to a powerful man of the Tong Shen realm, to be an emperor who would live a long life and leave his name in history.
It was a pity that all of this had now turned into a dream and could no longer be realised. For four years, these four years he had to linger on, in fact, it was no different from being dead.
“Imperial sister ——”
Feng Tianming reluctantly called out, “Pa*s on my word, prepare a decree: I am physically ill and unable to attend to court affairs, I hereby order the eldest prince Feng Guangyu, the eighth prince Feng Qiuwu and the ninth prince Feng Jiu to be the supervising prince and preside over the court affairs. Eldest Princess Feng Mingxiao oversees the administration.”
Then, Feng Tianming turned to Lingmen and said, “Master, I have already prepared a decree on the mission of the Zen Sect, and will announce it tomorrow.”
“Amitabha Buddha, I thank Your Majesty on behalf of the Zen Sect.” Lingmen folded his hands and said.
“Before I bind the sky, the one who promotes the best of the three supervising royal sons will be the Crown Prince.”
