Quick Wear: Lure the Cold-Hearted Buddhist Back Home

"This is too cruel. I can't bear to watch it."

The three of them gathered around the corpse, and Si Mo said with a frown.

"The Third Prince has such a small brain, is he worth stealing?"

Yun Jue looked at the body of the Third Prince Yun Kun and felt it was very strange. If it was simply murder, it would not be done so cruelly, but if it was done to vent anger, there was no need to arrange it so neatly.

"Did you see anything?"

Fo Youqing asked in a low voice, and Yun Jue shook his head, "I just feel it's a bit weird."

"Maybe we should look for his brain first?"

Si Mo scratched his head, feeling that his brain was not enough.

Yun Jue rolled his eyes at Si Mo, not wanting to bother with a fool. Fo Youqing also remained silent.

"Haha, that seems impossible."

Si Mo laughed dryly twice and tried to resolve the embarrassment himself.

"Let's check the source of the incense first. This kind of incense should be rare."

Yun Jue thought for a moment and said, Fo Youqing also agreed, wrapped a small pile of incense ash in a handkerchief and put it in his arms.

The three of them searched the entire bedroom separately and found nothing unusual. Si Mo took out a piece of white cloth with a Tai Chi diagram printed on it and covered Yun Kun's face with it.

"You have to pretend."

Si Mo smiled and shook his head. It was indeed a good thing to be a national teacher.

The tightly closed palace door opened, and Si Mo came out first with an expressionless face. Yun Jue and Fo Youqing followed him out one after another and closed the palace door.

The old emperor looked anxious and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak, fearing that the ceremony had not been completed yet and would disturb the imperial teacher.

Si Mo stood in front of the altar, facing the old emperor and others. Yun Jue and Fo Youqing stood on both sides, and Fei Yu stood behind Si Mo.

Si Mo lightly tapped the whisk, dipped it in water, and swung it. All the candles went out, leaving only the incense still burning.

"The evil spirits retreat, the cycle of reincarnation turns, the end!"

Si Mo shouted loudly, and just as he finished speaking, the long incense stick broke at the root. He swung his whisk and looked like a living master.

The old emperor breathed a sigh of relief. Yun Jue and the others stepped aside, and Si Mo walked up to the old emperor.

"Your Majesty, it has been resolved."

"Okay, okay, tomorrow I will draft an edict to reward the Imperial Master generously."

The old emperor said this with a smile, and the group of princes behind him also felt relieved.

"This is my job."

Si Mo said calmly, "Then I will go back. The altar will be removed at noon tomorrow. Then we can send someone to collect the Third Prince's body."

"Okay, Imperial Master, go back and have a rest."

Si Mo nodded, then turned and left, and Yun Jue and the others followed him.

The old emperor also hurried back to his bedroom. It was really annoying. He stood for most of the night. Let’s cancel the morning court tomorrow.

When a group of princes saw their father leave, they also left one after another. In the blink of an eye, only the Imperial Concubine and the Sixteenth Prince were left standing there.

The Imperial Concubine glanced unwillingly at the Third Prince's bedroom, then looked at the old emperor who left in a hurry. He didn't care about her feelings at all, and she couldn't help but feel more resentful in her heart.

"Mother, let's go back too. My brother must want you to be well too."

The Sixteenth Prince Yun Qian hugged the Imperial Concubine's calf and spoke softly. The Imperial Concubine softened her heart instantly and rubbed the Sixteenth Prince's head, "Okay, listen to Qian'er."

*

Moon landing.

Fo Youqing sat at the main seat at the round table, with Yun Jue on his left, Si Mo on his right, and Feiyu standing beside them holding a knife.

"Xiao Yu'er, please sit down. There is no outsider here."

Si Mo said lazily, poured himself a glass of wine, and sniffed it close to the glass. It smelled really good.

Feiyu looked at Fo Youqing, who nodded slightly. Feiyu then sat down, with an empty seat between him and Si Mo. Si Mo glanced at him in between drinks and let out a light sigh.

"The murderer's target may not only be Yun Kun, someone else may be killed, but we don't know who it will be."

Yun Jue pondered, at that time, it would not be something that the evil spirit could explain, and the Dali Temple would definitely need to investigate. He wondered if there were any spies of Fo Youqing in the Dali Temple.

He glanced at Fo Youqing, who was also looking at him, and seemed to know what Yun Jue was thinking. He curved his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, I have someone in the Dali Temple."

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that. The entire Yun Kingdom has been riddled with his own people."

Si Mo said nonchalantly, savoring the wine in the glass carefully. He also poured another glass for Feiyu, but Feiyu didn't move.

"One by one, stop looking so sad. Even if many princes die, it has nothing to do with us. The old emperor is too fertile. He has given birth to so many sons, but he can't even appoint a crown prince. He has made the entire Yun Kingdom a mess."

As Si Mo spoke, he became angry and slammed the wine glass heavily on the table, breaking it with a "bang".

Feiyu frowned, stood up to clean up the debris, and placed the wine in front of him in front of Si Mo. Si Mo coughed lightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Yun Jue raised an eyebrow, glanced at Feiyu who looked normal, then looked at Si Mo whose ears were slightly red, "I thought all this was done by the Imperial Master."

"I?"

Si Mo pointed at himself in disbelief, "I was just forced to do this."

After saying that, he glared at Fo Youqing angrily, but Fo Youqing only stared at his wife and didn't even glance at Si Mo. He became even more angry, what a pair of bastards!

"The old emperor felt that he was old and weak, and he didn't know who had bewitched him. He had to find a way to live forever, so he sent many people to various places to look for it.

At this time, your prince came to me and asked me to dress up as a Taoist priest. He also arranged a mountain for me. Later, a legend spread everywhere that there was an old immortal on the mountain who looked like a young man at the age of 100. So, I was invited to the palace by the old emperor. "

Si Mo waved his hands. He was unwilling at first, but Fo Youqing gave too much.

"What about the immortal grass and longevity pills?"

"fake."

Si Mo took a sip of wine and sneered, "It only makes people feel stronger in the short term, but after a year, they will definitely die, and the death will be extremely tragic."

"Won't it be discovered?"

Yun Jue was puzzled. The old emperor's sudden death inevitably aroused suspicion.

"No, that drug is very special. Unless you take a lethal dose all at once, or only take a small amount every day, it is impossible to detect it."

Si Mo said complacently, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Besides, ordinary people have never heard of this kind of medicine, let alone thought of it."

Yun Jue seemed to be thinking about something. The original plot said that the old emperor passed the throne to the seventh prince because he was dying, but this medicine could cause people to die suddenly. It seemed that there was something wrong with the plot.

Fo Youqing knew what happened in the previous life. The old emperor finally died in the fight for power. In fact, he had not yet died suddenly. The seventh prince Yunli was the man behind the scenes. He planned step by step and finally ascended to that position.

Unfortunately, we can't kill him, but can we prevent him from becoming emperor? Just keep his life?

Fo Youqing looked at Yun Jue. No, he couldn't take the risk. What if Yun Jue didn't come back in this life again, or if he returned to his original personality? He couldn't gamble.