Chapter 104 Yuheng Zhenren (with pictures)
“Haha, hahahahaha…”

A low roar came from Fayuan's throat.

He seemed to have a last burst of energy. His drooping head suddenly raised up and stared at Zheng Yi who was sitting not far away.

"Emperor Zhengyong! Emperor Zhengyong! How dare you treat my Buddha like this! Aren't you afraid that my Buddha will send down the fire that burns the sky?"

Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "If this is all Master Fayuan wants to say, then I'll come to see you next time."

He stood up and wanted to leave.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but admire Fayuan for being able to persist for so long.

An ordinary person could only last six or seven days under the punishment of solitary confinement, before dying of mental disorder, cerebral hemorrhage, cerebral blood vessel rupture, etc.

And Fayuan actually persisted for seventeen days!
Seventeen days without sleep, he is worthy of being a cultivator!
You know, after breaking the seven-day limit of imprisonment, every moment is torture, but Fayuan actually persisted for seventeen days.

It's a miracle!
I just don’t know if other cultivators can hold on longer?
Fayuan was furious and said, "Stop! Stop for me, Lord Buddha!"

"What on earth do you want? I, the Buddha, came to the capital to convert you, and you treat me like this!"

Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "Master Fayuan, please stop struggling. There are many things I want to know."

"For example, your background, how did you obtain the cultivation techniques, and how did you become the abbot of Tianlong Temple? And whether you have other accomplices, etc...."

"I want to know all this information!"

"you……!"

Zheng Yi smiled faintly and said, "Master Fayuan, you haven't slept for seventeen days. If you can tell me these, I will let you rest. How about that?"

"One word?"

"Of course!"

"Huh, huhu..."

Fayuan stared at Zheng Yi fiercely and said through gritted teeth: "Okay! I will agree to your request!"

"If you dare to deceive a cultivator, I will not forgive you even if I become a ghost!"

At this moment, his mind was very confused. He didn't know where to start and his breathing began to speed up.

I just felt hot all over, especially the blood vessels around my head were throbbing, looking extremely hideous.

"Mr. Chen, light this incense."

A young eunuch walked out from behind Zheng Yi, holding a wooden tray in his hand.

On the wooden plate, there is a delicately shaped sandalwood stick.

This incense is called Qingshen Incense, which has the effect of calming the mind and stabilizing the mind. He also got it from Cui Xiabing.

It is also Cui Xiabing's auxiliary prop for cultivation. She will only use it when she breaks through and cherishes it very much.

"promise!"

Old Chen lit up the refreshing incense, and a faint fragrance lingered around. Those who smelled the incense felt relaxed and happy, and their hands and feet felt lighter.

"Shen Qing Incense?"

Fayuan also raised his head slowly, revealing a strange smile.

"There really is a monk behind you."

"Zhao Xizheng? Or who?"

"I didn't expect that I, Master Buddha, could meet a fellow Taoist in this place of absolute spirituality. It's really..."

Zheng Yi interrupted him and said, "I have been searching for immortality for several years. If Master Fayuan had been willing to teach me, I might have become the Imperial Master of Dayu by now."

"It's a pity that Master Fayuan wants to take such a risky thing. I can only resort to this last resort."

Fayuan shook his head vigorously and said, "Take a risk? Never mind. You just want to know my secret. I will tell you right away."

"My real name is Gao Zhijian. I was originally just a fisherman on the seashore. When I was a child, I followed my father to go fishing..."

After the explanation, Zheng Yi quickly learned about Fayuan's background.

According to him, when he was a child, he accidentally dug out a golden jade pendant from the belly of a big fish while fishing. His father gave it to Fayuan and put a red hairband on it for Fayuan to hang around his neck.

He has been wearing it as a pendant for the past seven or eight years.

Unexpectedly, during a fight with a bully from another fishing village, he was stabbed in the shoulder by a harpoon, and blood dripped onto the jade pendant.

He then fell into a coma.

While in a coma, a giant golden Buddha figure appeared in his mind, constantly murmuring scriptures in a low voice.

At that time, Gao Zhijian was also influenced by this scripture and followed it in chanting scriptures.

When he woke up, it was seven days later, and all the wounds on his body were intact and recovered.

The giant Buddha shadow in his mind also disappeared.

However, he memorized the scripture firmly in his mind. The name of the scripture was "The Sutra of the Ten Directions Bodhi for the Relief of Suffering".

Afterwards, he recited scriptures diligently every day, which made his physical body grow rapidly, and fluctuations of magic power appeared in his dantian.

It was not until he entered Tianlong Temple that he realized that he had embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation.

The method practiced is Buddhism.

After learning about this, the abbot and many elders of Tianlong Temple quickly accepted him as their true disciple and taught him with all their heart.

The temple's treasures that had been preserved in Tianlong Temple for hundreds of years were also handed over to him for use.

Diamond beads.

After more than thirty years of practice, his cultivation had reached the fourth level of Qi training, and he was proficient in Buddhism, becoming the true master of Tianlong Temple.

After hearing Fayuan's story about his past, Zheng Yi frowned and asked, "Where is Qianhuan Liuli Painting?"

"Don't tell me that the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting was also given to you by the old monk from Tianlong Temple?"

Fayuan whispered, "The Thousand Illusions Glaze Painting was not given to me by the old monk from Tianlong Temple, but I also got it from Tianlong Temple."

"After I entered the fourth level of Qi training, I also cultivated the Buddhist's clairvoyance, which is also known as the 'spiritual eye' in Taoism. I can see everything that contains spiritual energy."

"This Thousand Illusions Colored Glass Painting was found by this poor monk in the Medicine Master Colored Glass Buddha Hall in the side hall of Tianlong Temple. It has the effect of confusing people's minds, so this poor monk named it Thousand Illusions Colored Glass Painting."

"Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting?"

Zheng Yi murmured, his tone suddenly tensed, "Where is the jade pendant that contains the Ten Directions Bodhi Sutra for Relieving Suffering?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fayuan suddenly started coughing violently. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come here. There are too many people here. I'm only telling you one person." "Really?"

Zheng Yi seemed to be moved, and stood up and walked towards Fayuan: "Tell me quickly, as long as you tell me the whereabouts of the jade pendant, I will let you go, and even let you become my Dayu's national teacher..."

"That jade pendant, it was just... why did you stop?"

Fayuan suddenly struggled, but he was chained all over. He shouted angrily, "Move forward! If you take another step, I will tell you where the jade pendant is!"

"Come here quickly!"

Zheng Yi only walked three or four steps before he stopped and sneered, "Just say it here. I can hear you."

"You, you, you dog emperor...!"

"puff!"

Suddenly Fayuan roared angrily and bit his tongue hard. Rich blood and minced meat immediately filled his mouth.

"I am a monk, and I am imprisoned by mere mortals like you. Even if I become a ghost, I will never forgive you..."

"what!"

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of thick blood, which immediately turned into a blood arrow and shot towards Zheng Yi.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Chen Liancang was prepared and immediately turned into a phantom and stood in front of Zheng Yi.

The internal force in his body circulated, transforming into a powerful force, which immediately blocked the blood arrow that was shooting towards him.

With a 'bang' sound, the blood arrow exploded immediately and turned into a large amount of blood mist that drifted away.

Almost at the same time, Zheng Yi immediately gave an order in his heart, and the several Blood Moon Gu lying on Fayuan's body immediately opened their mouths and bit towards his body viciously.

Especially the three blood moon Gu on the neck, temple and cervical vertebrae, which completely cut off Fayuan's life in just a few breaths.

"Want a final blow? Unfortunately, I won't give you this chance!"

Zheng Yi looked at Fayuan's body indifferently and said casually: "Find a coroner to open his body for me to see if there is anything hidden inside."

"promise!"

Then he asked again: "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"

"Return to Your Majesty."

Chen Liancang said: "The source of the law has long been weak, his spiritual power is exhausted, and his magic power is used up. This last attack is to use his remaining blood and essence. It is just strong on the outside but weak on the inside. This old slave is fine."

"That's fine..."

As Zheng Yi was speaking, he suddenly felt stunned. An illusory figure suddenly appeared in the darkness and pounced towards him viciously.

"You dog emperor, you destroyed my physical body. Even if my body and soul are annihilated today, I will kill you..."

Zheng Yi's eyes changed.

ghost?
Or?
While he was thinking, the evil ghost suddenly pounced into Zheng Yi's body and rushed towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is... taking over another's body!
However, less than two breaths after the ghost rushed towards Zheng Yi, there was only a scream, and then it disappeared without a trace, without any breath.

"Heh...want to take over my body?"

Zheng Yi sneered. He also learned about the matter of cultivators taking over other people's bodies from Cui Xiabing.

If a cultivator wants to take over another body before dying, he must ensure that his own spiritual power is sufficient.

At least, don't lose too much.

But Fayuan was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, and had been tortured by the prisoner punishment for more than half a month. His spiritual power had long been completely exhausted.

I was able to say so many words just now, all because of the effect of the Qingshen Incense.

He was at the end of his tether and wanted to take over another body. He was lucky enough to be able to keep his soul in three dimensions.

Even if there was no Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror in Zheng Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, he could not resist Zheng Yi's spirit and could not succeed in taking over his body!
"Mr. Chen, I'll leave this to you."

"promise!"

After returning to Baiyujing, Zheng Yi took out the Thousand Illusions Colored Glass Painting again and examined it carefully.

The scroll is about nine feet long and ten inches wide. It is bright yellow overall, with fine cloud patterns on both sides of the scroll.

Unfortunately, there is no content on the scroll, it is just blank.

"Now that the source of the law is dead, there is no one to control the restrictions on this scroll. I will use the grinding technique to slowly grind it away. Even if it takes a year, ten years, or a hundred years, I am not afraid!"

After thinking for a while, Zheng Yi put away the Thousand Illusions Colored Glass Painting and placed it in the secret room.

Then Bai Nian called for the sedan chair and set off for Yuheng Palace.

Yuheng Palace is the bedroom of Yuheng Zhenren, a female prostitute from Taiyi sect who participated in the beauty pageant two years ago.

This girl is naturally indifferent to worldly matters, calm and far-sighted, and almost indifferent to worldly matters.

Since entering the palace, she has been practicing quietly in the Yuheng Palace, rarely showing up, and has not had any conflicts with other concubines.

In the past two years, Zheng Yi had only seen her once during major festivals every year.

The last time we met was probably on the Lantern Festival.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Zheng Yi slowly stepped into the Yuheng Palace.

Yuheng Palace was specially built by Zheng Yi. Its style is more inclined to that of Taoist palaces, and it is full of immortal style.

Under the moonlight, a female Taoist priest in a green Taoist robe was standing quietly in the courtyard.

Her face is like that of a bodhisattva, her expression is indifferent, her eyes are calm, and there is a lotus flower ornament between her eyebrows.

Holding a jade-white whisk, her hands were as delicate as jade, and under the moonlight they seemed covered with a layer of gauze.

Zheng Yi's eyes almost popped out. He didn't expect that a woman in a Taoist robe that covered her entire body would have such a strange aura.

Or... interest?
"Your humble servant Zhuang Yuheng greets His Majesty!"

Seeing Zheng Yi walking in, Zhuang Yuheng bowed and kowtowed.

Zheng Yi took two quick steps, held Zhuang Yuheng's warm little hand and said, "My beloved concubine, there is no need to be polite."

Then he looked up and down at Zhuang Yuheng's Taoist robe and asked curiously, "Why is my beloved concubine still wearing a Taoist robe in the palace? Didn't I remember giving you a lot of palace clothes last time?"

Yu Heng Zhenren let Zheng Yi hold her hands, and said with no sadness or joy on her face: "Your Majesty, I prefer Taoist robes to palace clothes."

"Yeah, that's right. I also like Taoist robes..."

(End of this chapter)