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Xiao Yan, who returned to the room, soon fell ill. At night, he was groggy and had a fever. All the servants who were waiting on him were frightened. The imperial doctor was invited in again, rushing in and out.

The Lich was a little surprised, presumably Xiao Yan caught cold from standing in the snow for too long today.But he can't do anything at the moment, and even stay away from him a little bit to avoid the cold air on his body from hurting the other party, but because his soul box is in Xiao Yan's body, he absorbs it from Xiao Yan's body continuously To the thick energy.

It is nightmare, unwillingness, and...desire, ambition.

The Lich was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the young man who didn't move when he met the bones before lost consciousness and fell into a nightmare, and released his true emotions like this, vigorous desire and great ambition, and the kind of unwillingness to struggle , Resenting his own powerlessness, this power of unwillingness is too great, and the power of his desire is also unprecedentedly strong, so that the energy he lost due to the use of illusions is quickly replenished in the little emperor's resentment.

"Probably, it's because this person is the king of this world?" The king entrusts the beliefs and hopes of the people under his rule. If it is in a high magic plane, the king is basically an existence close to a demigod, but here , although it is a puppet master, it is clear that the people also worship, fear, and obey the image of the "emperor". The real ruler still needs to support a puppet for the legitimacy and legitimacy of the "emperor". Take power.

Power is so attractive no matter which world it is in.

Even the young boy in front of him began to desire power because of his own powerlessness.

The Lich thought in his heart, slowly dissecting the knowledge and perception of the day.The laws of this world are unexpectedly biased towards ordinary people. The magic element in the air is extremely thin, but it nourishes all things and the land... Therefore, the land and products here are unexpectedly fertile. It is also full of vitality. Undead creatures can hardly appear in the yang world at all, and can only perceive some yin energy, but the impact on living beings is not even as great as the resentment of ordinary children.

In such a large imperial garden, not only did he not see ghosts, ghosts, even spirits in the garden, but the five-petaled flowers blooming in winter, the branches have no leaves, but the flowers can bloom in the cold... …

Everything was withered in winter, but he could still feel the living things under the frozen soil waiting to erupt in spring. The majestic vitality spread with the roots, and life was everywhere under the thick snow.

This is interesting.

As a lich, the infinite beings are all looking for the boundless unknown world and exploring the laws of the world.

The lich floated in the air, looking down at Xiao Yan who was curled up under the blanket with his eyes closed, he was calm even though he was hot, but the corners of his eyes were red, his brows were frowning, his lips were tightly pursed, and he lost that luxury. With his steady clothes and trained calm and rigorous manner, he looks even more childish with his eyes closed.

There was a commotion outside, countless servants rushed out to greet Xiao Yan, but there was no one to accompany Xiao Yan in front of the bed, and suddenly became deserted.

The Lich flashed out and saw the "Queen Dowager" whom she had seen outside during the day slowly coming in, and beside her was a man with a bald head, who looked like a monk, about 20 years old, with a straight nose and lips Thin, handsome, with a bright red checkered robe slantingly tied on a yellow skirt, the checkered pattern is woven with gold threads, shining golden light, very gorgeous, and embroidered with precious stones, holding a golden staff in his hand, with nine golden rings on it They bumped into each other as they walked, the sound was lingling, and behind them were two young monks aged seven or eight, who were obviously attendants.

As soon as the monk entered the room, his expression froze suddenly, and he looked up at the roof. The Lich was startled, but the monk only frowned slightly, apparently not seeing him.

Empress Dowager Sun saw him look up, and said with a smile, "Master Pujue, what's wrong?"

Master Pujue said: "There seems to be a cold and gloomy atmosphere."

Empress Dowager Sun's eyes flickered slightly: "Master, what you mean is that the emperor's bedroom is not clean? No wonder the emperor is always in low spirits and does not eat or drink."

Master Pujue frowned and said, "Go ahead and have a look."

The lich floated on the beam, looking down, it was quite surprising. Could it be that the monks in this world can also feel the change of magical energy?

Master Pujue and Empress Dowager Sun entered the bedside, and a servant asked Xiao Yan's wrist to come out and put it on the pillow. Master Pujue stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, closed his eyes after a while, and drew a spell in the air with his fingers, immediately Between his eyebrows, he opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Yan's face.

Then Wei Wei wondered: "Your Majesty...there is an aura of coldness and resentment in your body, where did your Majesty go today? Your Majesty's Yuan Yang has not yet been broken, and it is the life of a real dragon. Generally speaking, with the aura of witchcraft and evil spirits, it is impossible to get close to him logically." It's—and the palace has only done rituals a few days ago, and it's still very clean."

The Empress Dowager Sun beckoned, and after a while a guard in gray came in and knelt down to report: "Today the emperor said that he wanted to admire the plum blossoms alone, and his subordinates followed him from a distance, and saw him arrive at the northwest corner of Meishan Mountain, and then stood under the plum blossoms for a long time. , looked down from top to bottom for a long time, and then came back."

Empress Dowager Sun thought for a while and said, "Wu Zhishu, if you look down from Meishan, where can you see?"

Wu Zhishu is the chief servant who is the most useful by Empress Dowager Sun's side, he came out quickly and said: "Report to Empress Dowager, the side of Meishan should be Jingshiyuan." "If my servant remembers correctly, the fifth son of the Qi family who has not been admitted to the palace, who used to be His Majesty's companion, should have entered the palace to purify himself in the past few days."

Empress Dowager Sun twitched her eyebrows slightly, and smiled: "It turns out that Your Majesty is serious about affection, and that's right. After all, I have been with you in the upper study for many years, and there is always some affection." She smiled kindly: "Although the laws of the country cannot be violated. , but since the emperor is so concerned about it, the Ai family must be a good person. Since the kid from the Qi family has been cleansed, after he has been trained, he can work by the emperor's side."

Wu Zhishu quickly responded: "The servant obeys the Queen Mother's order, and the Queen Mother is merciful."

Master Pujue looked indifferent, and just said: "I think the emperor is not feeling well and depressed, so he is entangled with those pickled auras. The poor monk recites a Shurangama mantra for your majesty to drive away evil spirits."

Empress Dowager Sun was overjoyed, and while ordering people to arrange the bodhisattva mat, she said with a smile: "It's rare for Master to recite scriptures in person, and this is also the blessing of our Majesty."

Master Pujue said: "Don't dare to do it. Your Majesty is a real dragon. You don't need poor monks to chant sutras, and you will have profound blessings."

The lich floated in the air, looking down.

I saw Master Na Pujue sitting cross-legged on the futon, crossing the Zen staff and placing it on his knees, his cassock was radiant, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were solemn, his thin lips were opened and closed, and he began to read scriptures.

There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the Huanghuang Zen stick automatically moves without wind, and the clattering golden treasure ring rotates intensively on the head of the stick, and there is a sudden sound of lingling.

The Empress Dowager Sun and the servants beside her all opened their eyes wide, showing expressions of admiration.

With the sound of chanting, the Lich saw that the monk's body was covered with a layer of golden light, which slowly surged in the room. The cold air in the room seemed to be melted by the golden light, and quickly faded away, and the closed door Xiao Yan, who had been sleeping restlessly with his eyes closed, was indeed in the peaceful chanting, his brows relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep.

What's miraculous is that, as if in harmony with the golden light, a layer of golden light gradually appeared on Xiao Yan's body, but that golden light was purer and brighter than the monk's golden light, softly wrapping around Xiao Yan's body.

The golden light on the monk's body can dispel the deadly resentment in the house, but it also makes the undead lich faintly feel uncomfortable.

But although the golden light on Xiao Yan's body seemed to be guided by the national teacher, it contained pure power of law.At this moment, the lich's soul box is still hanging in Xiao Yan's heart, enveloped and wrapped by this golden light, the soul that was terribly injured in the tearing space is also permeated by this golden light and feels a little comfort of healing, which is better than what he absorbed. It would be much more effective to recover the wounds on the soul with death and resentment.

According to his previous calculations, it would take hundreds of years to absorb resentment and death energy so slowly. After all, the magical elements in this world are too weak.

That is to say, the true dragon's destiny that the monk said just now really exists?

The lich thought about it. In this place where magic elements are scarce, it seems that in addition to the relatively easy use of necromantic energy, this power of faith is also easier to cultivate than ordinary magic elements—and these people say The "True Dragon's Destiny" sounds like it should belong to the king of men, so it is also a kind of power of faith.

This way of cultivating the power of faith should be a different path from the monks' practice of blessing, charity, and asceticism... and Xiao Yan in front of him, his power of king, has been divided by other people who have divided power and made him stand up. Gone, so he is so weak.

But he still has his own luck, so he met himself.

All the people believe in the king of men, the king of men protects the country, the luck of the country achieves the luck of the king, and blessings feed back the country.

Is that so?

Interestingly, he seems to have vaguely understood some of the laws of this world.

The lich, who was in deep thought, was quickly disturbed by the movement below. Master Pujue got up after chanting the scriptures. Empress Dowager Sun gave a few instructions to show the earnest and loving mother's heart clearly, and then took a All the maids and servants returned to their palaces.

And after the Empress Dowager Sun left, the little emperor's bedroom immediately returned to the deserted and quiet state, knowing whether the emperor would wake up in a while, after tossing around for most of the night, the tired palace people all retreated nearby I took time to rest in the ear room.

No one really cared about whether the little emperor who was related to the fate of the country would wake up in the middle of the night, whether he was hot, cold, thirsty, or his condition would get worse.

The night passed in a flash.