Wang Siyuan's old illness relapsed and he was not going to die soon.
When he heard the news, Meng Qi was quite surprised. His body was a real immortal, and he had already walked up the ladder to heaven in half a step. He was close to a real immortal. No matter what kind of disease he had, he should have been cured long ago. The reason why Wang Siyuan was ill was because Because of the backlash from heaven, as long as he does not commit suicide, logically speaking, he will not lose control before his fiftieth birthday.
Moreover, Wang Siyuan is far more evil than every ancestor of the Wang family who has attained the Dharmakaya for thousands of years. I am afraid that he would not have given in to several saints when he was young. In addition, with his deep accumulation and the help of himself to get rid of the hidden dangers of the devil and Buddha, he is still far away from the end. There is still a lot of hope, the road ahead is bright and open, breakthroughs are expected, how could the old disease suddenly relapse
After being surprised, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was planning something. As for what plan he was planning and who he was targeting, there was insufficient information and it was difficult to judge.
Of course, it's also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly and caused backlash in advance.
Meng Qi thought about it, nodded slightly, and wrote to Ruan Yu: Mr. Wang has been kind to me for a long time, and I have to go to Guangling to investigate.
The accumulation of history and the passage of time are what Meng Qi feels when walking deep in the Wang family's ancestral home in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces do not show decay, but reveal the Wang family's eternal heritage.
Su Zhang asks for advice. A sweet maid with a round face led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and stepped into Wang Siyuan's wing.
This place is the same as an ordinary rich man's home. It is covered with thick carpets from the Western Regions. Even if the martial arts is low, it is difficult to hear the sound of footsteps when walking. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. They contain Taoist meanings and have different postures. They are the ancestors of the Wang family. Handwriting, the windows are tightly closed, smoke is curling up from the copper stove, and the smell of sandalwood is calming and calming without being strong, but there is a real sense of illness permeating the room. At first glance, it is that the strong man who communicates internally and externally has lost control of himself. Influenced heaven and earth.
The screen was pulled away, and the big black wooden bed appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes. Wang Siyuan had been lifted up by the maid, leaning on the pillow with his back and a hospital bandage on his head. He became more and more out of shape, with a delicate and beautiful appearance like a woman. It seems like it will fall apart when the wind blows.
Cough cough cough. Wang Siyuan coughed violently several times, as if he was coughing out all his internal organs. It made people's hair stand on end. It took a long time to calm down and say, why visit a dying person
Meng Qi smiled: This is not the Mr. Wang I know.
Do you know, well, what is Mr. Wang like? Wang Siyuan cast his gaze over, his pupils slightly dilated and dull, just like ordinary people when they are seriously ill and waiting to die.
Meng Qi suppressed his smile. Zhengse said: "The Prince Wang I know believes that you can't live without being crazy. He will never wait quietly for death, and his will will be depressed. Instead, he may use his own life as a bet and as a bait to set up a life-or-death situation. He doesn't care."
Wang Siyuan's mouth curled up with difficulty: You, you think, I can tell. Ahem, what kind of life and death situation
If you can guess your chess game based only on the current news, you will be fooling everyone. Meng Qi stopped in front of the removed screen.
Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths and seemed to regain a little energy: If you really want to make a plan, well, you will see that you want to make a plan. That is also a failure. Manpower is sometimes poor. Many great powers in the past can only sit quietly and die without the final resistance. This is already the case. This is how life should be.
He spoke smoothly for a moment, making Meng Qi almost suspect that it was a flashback.
Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan showed a faint smile: Should I thank you for giving me family lessons
You, Meng Qi, were shocked. Wang Dashun actually knew that he had returned to the Middle Ages.
Did some dharma body tell him, or was it left behind by several saints
Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, vomited blood into the copper basin next to him, and after vomiting it out several times, he said: Sword Master Su Meng was famous in the Middle Ages, and he was humble and indifferent. How could he not have heard about it? Moreover, his family ancestors left only a few words mentioning the matter of Jade Emperor Mountain. , highly praised the master surnamed Su, saying that he was deeply inspired. He didn't realize it in the past, but now he thinks about it, and he understands it.
He spoke frankly and did not shy away from the maid next to him, and was very confident that the news would not be leaked.
In response, Meng Qi could only laugh twice.
Wang Siyuan didn't say much about the matter. He turned back and closed his eyes tiredly: Gurdo died and the Heavenly Punishment Ax didn't save him.
He was indeed dead, and Tenchu Ax escaped on his own. Meng Qi said simply.
Wang Siyuan did not open his eyes, but said with a half-smile: The heaven and the earth are all working together, and the heroes who are transported are not free.
After saying that, he shook his head, as if he could no longer bear the long conversation. The half-step Dharma Body, which had been able to go without eating or drinking for a long time, actually showed low energy: You will stay at Wang's house tonight. Tomorrow, I will have something to do with you tomorrow. discuss.
good. Meng Qi did not refuse.
He Xiang, take Headmaster Su to live temporarily in Tianji Tower. Wang Siyuan ordered the round-faced maid before.
The maid responded respectfully and led Meng Qi to the outside of the room. When she was approaching the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan say mockingly: I have no friends in this life. After the old illness relapsed, except for the sects and aristocratic families sending people, ahem, I sent someone to visit, but you were the only one who came to visit.
Hiss, Meng Qi took a breath. This was not like the normal tone of Prince Wang. The more he tasted it, the more meaningful it seemed when combined with the previous words.
Could it be that he is dying soon and wants to play with a big one
While his thoughts were spinning, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid He Xiang through the courtyards and came to a two-story building, all blue-grey, simple but ordinary.
Tianji Tower is not far from the core of our Wang family. Master Su must not walk around casually. If you want to go out, ask your maid to lead the way. He Xiang opened the door and said with a smile.
The interior of the building was elegantly decorated, without the decay of being unoccupied all year round, and without the irritation of frequent guests. It seemed unusually quiet. Meng Qi climbed up the stairs to the second floor and asked casually: When did the head of the Wang family stay in bed
About twenty days ago, something went wrong while practicing, and an old illness came back. As He Xiang was talking, water suddenly filled his eyes.
Meng Qi didn't ask any more questions at this time. He stepped onto the second floor with his hands behind his hands. Looking far away, he could see the nearby waterside pavilion garden. However, not far to the left, the evergreen pines and cypresses surrounded an ancient building, which looked extremely solemn and harmonious. Solemn.
Meng Qi asked there.
He Xiang restrained her emotions and said: That is the ancestral hall of our Wang family.
Ancestral Hall Meng Qi nodded slightly, entered the room, sat cross-legged and meditated, waiting for the day to come.
The sun was setting in the west, and the night was getting darker. Meng Qi's spirit naturally covered the surroundings, and he felt the tranquility of the night. No one was walking around, and only the fragrance of lotus stood outside the door.
Dark clouds cover the moon, the third watch has arrived, and the night is so deep that it seems as if there is thick ink that cannot be melted away. Meng Qi seems to be still but not still, connecting the marks of him and me.
ah
Suddenly, a scream reached his ears, the sound was hoarse, as if something extremely terrible had happened and he could only bear it with his eyes. With Meng Qi's cultivation, he couldn't help but shudder.
As soon as his figure flashed, Meng Qi appeared outside the door. He looked at He Xiang who was unaware and said, "What was that scream just now?"
He Xiang suddenly showed an apologetic look: "My little maid was negligent and did not remind Master Su. If all the ancestors of my Wang family had achieved Dharmakaya, they would have screamed like this when they were enthroned. Everyone said it was a punishment from heaven. When they die, After visiting the ancestral hall, a little obsession remains. The screams echo from time to time, but they will gradually decrease as time goes by. This place is close to the ancestral hall, and it is normal to hear screams occasionally.
The Wang family's Dharmakaya would emit such a terrible scream before it was enthroned. Meng Qi suddenly thought of the farewell words of the saints: the more you glimpse the truth, the more you can't help yourself. It seems to be a flashy thing, but it has many benefits. In the end, you have to pay it back. Benefit with profit
Meng Qi asked as if there were no saints among these screams.
Well, the ancestors of several saints died in other places, and only their clothes were brought into the ancestral hall. Hexiang answered truthfully.
Meng Qi from the Dharmakaya casually asked when the scream that still remained was the first time.
He Xiang thought for a while and was about to answer when another scream came from the ancestral hall. The ancient vicissitudes seemed to have penetrated the eternity, mixed with extreme fear, and Meng Qi almost felt terrified.
The earliest, the earliest one was my Wang family who established a clan. The founder of the clan, He Xiang, said tremblingly. .