The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 424 The Living Dead

After Feiyu finished speaking, he thought Jiang Wantang would ask something and was thinking about how to answer in a more tactful way.

As a result, Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, said "OK" lightly, and turned and left.

Nothing was said, nothing was asked.

Feiyu stood there in surprise, but soon he felt a biting chill coming from the meditation room.

He shivered suddenly from the cold.

When Fei Yu walked in, he saw Ji Wuyuan's face as gloomy as water, and a terrifying coldness emanating from his whole body.

Fei Yu reported truthfully: "Your Majesty, the Queen has left."

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything, just focused on dealing with memorials.

But after a long time, the memorial in his hand was still on that page, without turning it once.

Feiyu looked at it and shook his head secretly. He really couldn't understand it.

When the queen came, His Majesty had a stern face. When she left, he had a gloomy and scary face again.

He was the one who asked others to leave, and when they really left, he was the one who was unhappy.

The heart of an emperor is truly as unfathomable as the sea.

At that time, in the front yard of Foguang Temple.

The bell sounds loud and the Buddhist chants are lingering.

Yellow walls, green trees, curling smoke, and towering ancient trees.

Foguang Temple is very popular. Even in the cold winter, there is still a constant stream of pilgrims coming to burn incense.

Men, women, young and old of all kinds, holding incense and candles, knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, closed their eyes and muttered something.

Every face was filled with awe and prayer to the gods.

However, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were standing outside the hall at this time, looked at Xie Zhiyan who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in the hall, and looked at each other with different expressions.

Zhao Hu couldn't hide what was going on in his heart. He gently nudged Zhang Long beside him with his arm wrapped in white cloth and spoke first: "Hey, you said our master used to be decisive in killing people and fearless of gods and ghosts. He doesn't seem like a Buddhist!"

"Why have I been like a madman these past few days? I kneel before the Buddha early every morning, listening to these bald monks meditate and chant scriptures."

As he spoke, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and his pupils widened a bit. He said in surprise, "He... Could it be that he is so depressed that he wants to become a monk?"

"This is impossible!"

After saying this, Zhao Hu limped over with his injured leg and tried to dissuade them from going into the palace.

Zhang Long pulled him back and said helplessly, "Be quiet and don't disturb the master."

"Don't let your mind wander. Why don't you heal your injury first? Don't break your leg again. Let me take care of you."

Zhao Hu was being pulled but still didn't give up and said, "What if, I mean what if, our master really becomes a monk?"

"In all these years, I've never seen him worship Buddha so earnestly and devoutly!"

Zhang Long held his forehead in silence: "Don't worry, even if you want to become a monk, our master will never do that."

"Don't you understand the master's temperament?"

Zhao Hu immediately quieted down: "Then he..."

"I'm just following the local customs and want to pray for important people." Zhang Long replied calmly.

After saying that, he looked at the cold and tall figure kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, and his eyes became as deep as a pool in an instant.

Who could have imagined that the cruelest official of the Great Sheng Dynasty, who had always been aloof, self-respecting, and arrogant, would one day kneel devoutly before a Buddha statue?

They both lived in the Zen room in the backyard, just one to the east and the other to the west. Ever since Miss Jiang said that day that she didn't owe him anything, he never appeared in front of her again to avoid suspicion.

A most rational and calm person is doing things that he never bothered to do before.

Only after the chanting was over did Xie Zhiyan slowly open his eyes and stand up.

Seeing this, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu also walked in.

Xie Zhiyan turned around and saw a familiar figure from afar in the crowd, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Zhang Long followed his gaze and his pupils trembled.

That figure was none other than the young Marquis Xiao Jingheng who had helped them when they left the palace that day.

Zhang Long sighed softly, "I never knew that Young Marquis Xiao was actually a Buddhist!"

At this time, a young monk passed by them. Hearing Zhang Long's words, he smiled and responded, "That's right. Donor Xiao is a frequent visitor to our temple. He comes here every three to five days."

Once every three to five days?

He can truly be called a regular customer.

Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan who had been silent.

The young monk continued, "Sometimes he would stay for a few days. Previously, he had asked the Imperial Master to ordain him as a monk, but the Imperial Master said that his worldly ties had not yet been resolved and his obsessions had not yet subsided, so he refused to ordain him..."

"Obsession is too strong, and it eventually becomes a demonic obstacle."

"Amitabha..." the little monk said, shaking his head again and sighing: "Even if Buddha can save you, you must also save yourself."

Zhang Long widened his eyes in surprise, while Xie Zhiyan's eyes darkened a little.

As they were chatting, the National Master Jikong walked in and went straight to Xie Zhiyan who was standing beside them.

He held the Buddhist beads in his hand, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, sir..."

Xie Zhiyan bowed in return and said with a smile, "Master Imperial Master, I hold no official position and am unworthy of your address as Master Xie."

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "In my eyes, you have always been Mr. Xie from the Dali Temple."

He paused and continued, "Master Xie is a person with a connection to Buddhism. It would be nice if you could come here more often when you have time."

When Zhao Hu heard this, his eyes widened and he said excitedly: "Old Taoist, please don't say some things carelessly..."

"Don't be rude!" Xie Zhiyan scolded.

Jikong smiled nonchalantly and said, "Heaven's favored child, the gods and Buddhas will surely bless you."

Zhao Hu laughed after hearing this: "That's pretty good."

Jikong smiled and shook his head, then pulled Xie Zhiyan to accompany him to the Zen room in the backyard to play chess.

In the Zen room on the other side, Jiang Wantang was sitting at the desk, staring at the yellowed portrait on the table that was almost identical to himself with calm eyes, in a daze.

It was the portrait of Empress Dowager Wende that Xie Zhiyan had given her before.

Xie Zhiyan had previously told her not to investigate further for the sake of her brother, and she indeed did not investigate further.

But now...she had to investigate further.

But this time, she didn't look for Xie Zhiyan again.

She didn't want to implicate others, she wanted to investigate on her own.

Jiang Wantang was turned away at Ji Wuyuan's door that day, and she just thought that he didn't want to see her.

Therefore, Jiang Wantang did not appear in front of Ji Wuyuan for the next few days, and Leng Mei and Leng Xue delivered his daily meals and medicines.

Because of this, someone seemed to be even more angry, with a gloomy and scary face every day. Although there was a blazing charcoal fire in the Zen room, it was colder than the howling wind outside.

Feiyu was complaining bitterly.

In a blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

Ji Wuwang's complexion looked much better than before, but he was still a little paler and weaker than an ordinary person.

The national teacher said that he had only saved his life temporarily, but whether he could wake up would depend on God's will and his own luck.

At least half a year or a year, at most three to five years...

It is even possible that you will never wake up and become a living dead.