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"Cuckoo la la... la la la..."

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After the old beggar twisted his neck and waist, there was still blood on the ground, but people could walk as if nothing had happened.

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"Ah..." "Ho..."

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Seeing the old beggar take a few steps towards him, several guards with poor psychological quality fell backwards. Even the guards in the front of the palace with strong martial arts, their hearts throbbed violently.

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After the old beggar said this, he lowered his head and patted his knees as if dusting the dust. He looked around again. The crowd of people who had been watching the lively before had basically disappeared, but there were also a few people who hid in the alley in the distance and peeked.

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Of course, there are still some people who are still watching from the same place, naturally Ji Yuan and a few cultivators from Yuhuai Mountain.

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The old beggar glanced at the imperial guards and the guards in front of the palace again, and then walked towards him while bowing his hands towards Ji Yuan.

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"Mr. Ji, I'm letting you see a joke, let's have some tea?"

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Ji Yuan smiled and bowed her hands in return.

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"I heard that there is still 1,000 taels of gold to take for the title of Heavenly Master. Today, Mr. Lu is truly wealthy. This tea money..."

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"Uh... You still have to pay for the tea money, Mr. Ji. Didn't our old beggar be beheaded by the emperor, how can there be any reward for the crime..."

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"Hahahaha... Let's go, let's go, I'll invite you!"

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A gentleman in a green robe, a beggar in a rags and a rag, strode away while chatting and laughing, obviously walking slowly, but it seems that the scene in his sight has been pulled away, and he has disappeared in front of him in a few breaths.

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It wasn't until Ji Yuan and the old beggar disappeared for a while that some of the Imperial Army and the guards in front of the palace recovered from an unreal sense of fear.

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Looking around, there were still a few people standing still in long gowns and robes or with small crowns. Now they have turned and left, and some daring people have come to see the situation again.

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The pool of blood on the ground was the same as those of ordinary beheaded people, but this time no one needed to clean up the body.

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After the several guards in front of the palace eased over, they all looked at each other.

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"Then, that's really an immortal!?"

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"This... we, how do we return to the Holy Spirit?"

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"I can only tell the truth..."

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The other person's answer was a little apprehensive. It was really too unreal and unbelievable what just happened. People who were beheaded and still survived can only be explained by immortal characters.

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But what such a report means to the emperor, or what it means to them, the few guards in front of the palace dare not think about it.

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On the contrary, 80% of the surrounding imperial guards will be fine, maybe it's still a kind of talk when drinking and chatting in private.

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When the Imperial Army and the guards in front of the palace left Yongning Street with their own complicated feelings, more people came back here and listened to some daring people talking about the general situation just now.

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The crowd made sounds of disbelief or amazement from time to time...

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In the palace, because of the previous episode, the atmosphere in the courtroom fell into embarrassment for a while, and it wasn't until later that he began to report the matter of the dharma meeting, and the atmosphere in the courtroom gradually warmed up.

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In addition to reporting some situations during the dharma meeting, the rest is to continue to introduce a group of mages to the emperor.

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None of the dozen or so mages said anything outrageous. It was normal for them to introduce themselves and then congratulate the emperor on his longevity.

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Among this group of people, the old emperor and some ministers obviously also have their own perceptions, and the good-looking mages naturally pay more attention, such as the monk, such as the fairy wind road that Ji Yuan took Longzi Longnu to see before. The old mage of the bone.

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This meeting happened to arrive at the monk, and an official of the Ministry of Rites took the place of Yan Chang and extended his hand to lead the monk.

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"Your Majesty, this is Master Huitong, not my Dazhen person. He comes from the north of Tingliang. He recites and holds scriptures in the dharma assembly, and the sound of the Buddha reverberates, making the empty room fragrant!"

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"Oh?"

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Emperor Yuande looked at the monk with a hint of excitement on his face.

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"This Master, do you have any mysterious and magical powers of Buddhism?"

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The monk smiled reluctantly, looked left and right, took a step, and bowed to the old emperor with his hands folded.

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"Excellent, King Buddha, Great Ming. I report back to Your Majesty. The little monk is just a person who eats fast and recites Buddha's prayers. He doesn't have any supernatural powers. Participating in the dharma meeting is just chanting sutras and praying for blessings to eliminate disasters and solve disasters!"

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In fact, this monk is almost the only mage who doesn't want to come to see the emperor. What he did in the Nine Heavens and Ten Meetings was really the work that a normal land and water dharma meeting should do, but he was too serious and showed some miraculousness. The Ministry of Rites was selected as the candidate for the face saint.

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The monk's tone was flat and his face was flat. The old emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, before replying with a slightly disappointed snort.

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"Monk, if you say so, is it possible that all the Aiqings of the Ministry of Rites are deceiving the widow?"

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Several officials of the Ministry of Rites suddenly gasped, and their scalps went numb.

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The monk also looked up at the emperor in a little panic, and quickly joined hands to pray.

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"Excellent, King Buddha of the Great Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty's words are serious. The so-called pilgrims do not expressly say that they need to have great supernatural powers. They sincerely pray for blessings and eliminate disasters at the dharma assembly, and those who receive merits and virtues come first. Consider this!"

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"So you think you have merit?"

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The emperor asked another question, then looked at the monk indifferently.

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Hui and the monk bowed together.

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"The little monk thinks that there are still some."

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The atmosphere was slightly silent again. After a while, the emperor on the dragon chair waved his hand to let the monk back down, and many officials of the Ministry of Rites were relieved.

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When Miansheng was preparing, many officials in charge of this dharma meeting, including Yan Chang, all felt good about this monk, but although the others didn't seem very interested in the old beggar, Yan Chang was very impressed. Respect.

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It turned out that it was these two people today, one made Yan Chang directly cause a disaster, and the other made the whole group of Rites break into a cold sweat.

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Seeing the monk returning to the group of mages, the official of the Ministry of Rites raised his spirits and was about to introduce the next one when a report came from outside the hall.

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"The execution guards report back~~~~~"

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The courtiers and the emperor subconsciously cast their eyes outside the hall, and Emperor Yuande nodded at the old eunuch.

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"Xuan."

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"Yes!"

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The old **** bowed back and raised his breath.

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"The Holy One has a decree to announce that the guards in front of the execution hall will enter the hall~~~"

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After a few breaths, a total of four guards in front of the hall with swords stepped back into the hall together, but the ministers who were closer could see that their faces were not very good.

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The four of them came to the center of the hall together and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the dragon chair.

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This gesture makes some ministers who are quick-thinking feel quite strange. Normally, even if they are holy faces, there is no need to kneel.

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"Reporting to Your Majesty, I have already beheaded that old beggar in the middle of Yongning Street..."

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"Well, back off!"

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The emperor waved his hand in disinterest.

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It's just that none of the four guards in front of the temple got up, and still knelt there.

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Emperor Yuande narrowed his eyes and looked at the four of them. Could there be any other variables?

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"What? What else is there?"

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The four guards glanced at each other, and it was impossible to hide. The one in the front right gritted his teeth and spoke.

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"Reporting to Your Majesty, I personally decapitated the old beggar, and the head rolled down and blood was splashed, but..."

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"Just what?"

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The guard looked up at the emperor, his back was a little hot.

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"Just a moment later, the old beggar whose head was in a different place actually stood up by himself again, his head and body echoed, and finally the body held its head back in place and came back to life!"

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"what!?"

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The old emperor trembled, grabbing the golden handle of the dragon chair and almost stood up.

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"Ah..." "There is such a thing..."

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"This guard won't talk nonsense, right?"

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"Does he have the guts..."

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……

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Not to mention the emperor's horror, even the courtiers who kept quiet most of the time before, couldn't help but talk about it, and there were many people who were suspicious, unbelievable, and creepy.

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Emperor Yuande's hands trembled slightly as he grasped the chair handle, stared at the four guards in front of the palace with wide eyes, and said angrily with a slightly trembling voice:

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"You dare to deceive the orphan?"

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"I don't dare to be humble!" "How dare I commit the crime of deceiving the king!"

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"The Emperor's Insight!"

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The four guards turned pale and kept bowing to the emperor.

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The guard who spoke before even clasped his fists and said bitterly.

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"Your Majesty, we will never dare to deceive the king. The **** of the Imperial Army will witness with us. Besides, there were many onlookers when the beheading on Yongning Street. Your Majesty only needs to send someone to Yongning Street to ask, and right now, the pool of blood from the beheading is still there!

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On the dragon chair, Emperor Yuande's breathing was a little short, and he pointed to the four guards in front of the palace and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything when he opened his mouth several times.

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After a long time, he finally came out and asked.

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"He, what about others? Where did they go? Why didn't they come back with you!?"

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The muscles of the several guards in front of the hall were all tense, and no matter how uneasy they were in their hearts, they could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

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It was the leading guard who spoke.

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"Go back to Your Majesty, after the old beggar got up, he moved for a while, and left with a man who looked like a scholar in a blue shirt and robe..."

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Emperor Yuande couldn't help standing up, and said with anger.

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"You just let him go like this? Why didn't you stop him!?"

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The guard in front of the hall looked up at the terrifying emperor, closed his eyes, and continued.

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"Both of them are gods, they have disappeared within a few steps, and I can't catch up with me... That old beggar left a message before he left..."

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"Say……!"

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The guard took a deep breath.

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"The old beggar once looked at me and said that the imperial arrogance can't be easily involved, and he also said... he also said that his relationship with Your Majesty, your master and apprentice... is over!"

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The old emperor stood blankly~www.NovelMTL.com~ with his mouth open, his lower jaw trembling slightly, mixed with various complex and dazed emotions in his heart, and it seemed that a large space was empty.

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For some reason, when the guards in front of the palace said these words, the old emperor seemed to have a strong feeling of "this is a fact" in his heart.

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After a long time, the old emperor swayed, his legs softened, and he slumped back onto the dragon chair with a "slap..." sound.

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"Your Majesty!"

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The **** beside him was nervous and concerned. When the old emperor turned his head to look at him, his eyes had a feeling of emptiness.

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The four guards in front of the hall knelt down and bowed their heads. There was silence in the hall, and the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

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"Ho...ho...ho..."

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After a while, Emperor Yuande regained his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked again at the four guards in front of the palace who did not dare to make any movement, then turned to look at the old **** beside him, and said in a slightly hasty voice.

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"Declaring the decree, declaring the decree, letting the infantry commander, the Gyeonggi government office, the Sitianjian... all go, all go to find me, and bring people back! Yanchang, what about Yanchang?"

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The state of the old emperor was a little scary, and the old **** replied bravely.

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"Your Majesty, Lord Yan is in the prison now..."

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"What? He's in the Sky Prison? Who can hold him, who dares..."

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The emperor stopped when he said these words, suddenly remembered what happened before, his dejection became even more obvious, and he felt lost...

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