Li Buyu suppressed Zong Minghe's body on Diancang Peak, making Zong Ziheng feel crazy and disgusted. But after calming down and thinking about it carefully, many doubts emerged one after another.
Even if Li Buyu hated Zong Minghe to the bone, the people who were dug out had a deep resentment, and almost without exception, they would cause trouble. Who would put such an ominous thing at the door of their house, not to mention that there are countless people living on Dian Cang Peak? With a thousand monks, Li Buyu is not afraid of being hit and discovered by mistake
With such doubts, Zong Ziheng made up an excuse and asked Zong Zixiao about Tiangang Positive Demon Binding Formation. After all, no one in this world knows the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Tian Ji Jing" better than Zong Zixiao. If he hadn't studied this book intensively during the ten years of wandering around the world, he would not have been able to find the Xuanyuan Tian Ji Talisman that had been buried for millions of years.
"What do you ask this formation for?" Zong Zixiao asked suspiciously.
"I remembered the last time I chatted with Lao Wu. He said that when he was traveling abroad, he saw such a sinister formation among the people. It is really incomprehensible that the monk put it in his backyard." Zong Ziheng said He seemed to be casually saying, "Won't that array method reduce the blessings of the caster and increase karma instead?"
"Yes, and no, the world's understanding of this formation is not deep enough."
"What's the meaning?"
"Is the person who was suppressed a rich man, or a person with advanced cultivation?"
Zong Ziheng was startled: "I didn't ask about this, I was just chatting with Lao Wu, probably he doesn't know."
"The most vicious part of the formation is not only torturing the people in the formation, but also absorbing the fate of the people in the formation, so that the place where the formation is located is prosperous and the population is prosperous." Zong Zixiao played with his eldest brother's hair, " However, all sorcery has a price, and ordinary people dare not try it."
Zong Ziheng secretly clenched his fists.
"It seems that the person who performed this technique is an expert, and has a lot of research on the Tianji Jing." Zong Zixiao sneered, "It's a pity that he is destined to not end well. It just depends on whether it is the reward of this life or the future."
Zong Ziheng stared at Zong Zixiao: "What about you?"
Zong Zixiao raised his eyebrows.
"The caster just used one of the formations, and he will suffer karmic retribution. You know everything about the sorcery in the forbidden book, and you even used the secret talisman. Have you ever thought about the price you will have to pay?" the eldest son said. At the end of Heng's speech, his breathing was no longer smooth. I'm afraid Zong Zixiao's killing and rebellion against the way of heaven will not be clear in this life and the next.
Zong Zixiao curled his lips into a smile, but there was only a chill in his eyes: "Is elder brother caring about me?"
"I want to advise you not to..."
"It's too late." Zong Zixiao showed a wicked smile, "I dispatched Yin soldiers to go against the sky. I slaughtered the Wuyun Gate and caused thousands of slaughters. What can I do? That's why I need that powerful weapon. The elixir that helps me break through the world can only be freed from the shackles of karma by cultivating the Dao and transcending reincarnation."
Zong Ziheng laughed mockingly: "So you are also afraid of going to hell."
"I'm not afraid of going to hell, I just want to stay where you are."
Zong Ziheng's heart suffocated. Zong Zixiao looked at him with deep and burning eyes, as if he had inexhaustible affection. How can there be a kind of eyes in this world, mixed with male desire and child's dependence at the same time, like a ferocious beast asking cruelly and naively " Can I eat you?"
Zong Ziheng slowly turned his face away, but Zong Zixiao pinched his chin and pulled him back: "Brother, we are destined to live and die together. Wherever you go, I will go."
That frank vow, and the desire that seemed to pour out of his eyes, made Zong Ziheng realize that maybe Zong Zixiao was going to say something to him, something stronger, more naked, and more straightforward. The imaginary confession made him so flustered that he didn't know how to face it. Even though he had long understood what Zong Zixiao's twisted desire for him was, as long as no one said it, they could still pretend.
A strong impulse surged to his lips, but it was difficult to express it. Zong Zixiao opened his mouth, his throat was dry, as if he had been sealed by some curse seal for nothing, what he wanted to say was what he didn't want to say, and the picture of love was reflected in his eyes. The face pierced to the marrow, but he remembered the blood spattered when his mother died tragically in front of her eyes.
He bit his lip, his eyes were red.
The touch in Zong Ziheng's heart has not subsided, but when he waited, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head.
"If you want to secure your throne, you should help me rule the world of cultivating immortals for a long time." Zong Zixiao said in a hoarse voice, "We will also last for a long time." For a long time, it is enough.
Zong Ziheng lowered his eyes, suddenly felt a pain in his heart—
Before the sun set, Zong Ziheng saw Zong Minghe's body in an extremely hidden natural cave on Diancang Peak.
In the center of the ancient and evil formation, there is a half-rotten corpse lying on its back. Each point in the formation is connected to the stone wall with a wrist-thick iron cable, and a criss-crossing net is laid. There is only such a formation. , in order to suppress a resentful master-level monk.
Zong Ziheng gasped, his body trembling.
It's been ten years, but he never expected that ten years later, he would see his biological father again in this way. This was the person he hated the most in his life, but now seeing this person become evil, he didn't know what to do. How does it feel. He has neither father-son love nor compassion for Zong Minghe, but as a descendant of the Zong family, as the emperor of Zong, he must defend the dignity of the family.
Li Buyu stood aside, looking coldly at the evil formation he had set up by himself.
"How to solve this array."
"The iron chain must be cut off first, and then the seal should be lifted." Li Buyu said indifferently, "Emperor, if you release him at this time, Zong Zixiao will definitely be alarmed."
Zong Ziheng frowned.
In a holy place of spiritual cultivation like Mount Shu, there are tens of thousands of monks gathered, and the yang energy is so strong that no evil spirits dare to approach them within a radius of ten miles. Once Zong Minghe is released, he will soon be noticed based on his previous cultivation and the accumulation of grievances in the past ten years. When the time comes, how will Zong Minghe's identity be explained? If Zong Zixiao knows the truth, what will he do? He said: "You can cast a spell to suppress his resentment."
"But with his cultivation, the two of us can't be sure that nothing will go wrong. As long as he leaks a little bit, others can fool him. I'm afraid Zong Zixiao..."
Zong Zixiao not only has a high level of cultivation, but he holds a talisman in his hand, and is extremely sensitive to Yin Qi and resentment. If he senses evil spirits in Shushan, he will never ignore such a weird thing.
Zongzi Heng said coldly: "Then what should we do?"
"We can only wait for Zong Zixiao to leave..."
"You still want to fool me?" Zong Ziheng looked at Li Buyu with icy eyes, "When we return to the name, the sky is high and the earth is far away, you can get away with it!"
"Buyu dare not think like this." Li Buyu said sadly, "I have already promised the emperor, as long as the emperor does not tell the truth to Zong Zixiao and let the Wuliang faction go, I am willing to go to the mausoleum of Concubine Shen to apologize by dying."
Zong Ziheng was silent for a moment: "Leave it to your uncle. After the seal is lifted, I will arrange for someone to escort his body back to the Zong's Imperial Mausoleum."
"My uncle doesn't know, it's best left to me..."
"You're out of time."
Li Buyu was stunned: "The Emperor means..."
"You have to go to Zhangyang with me and fulfill your promise."
"...when."
Zong Ziheng looked at him coldly: "Right away."
Li Buyu's face suddenly changed: "Dijun, I... If you go to Zhangyang, how will you explain it to Zong Zixiao?"
"Don't explain to him." Zong Ziheng stared blankly at the front. Under his intact body, there was only a barely cohesive soul left, and he couldn't hold on any longer. He couldn't let Zong Zixiao poach his golden core, so he could only escape, just like he escaped from Zong Minghe back then.
Before he left the daimyo, he already had this plan. Zong Zhongming gave birth to five princes, and all the clansmen also made arrangements. The subordinates should be dismissed. Now that his mother's grave has been moved to a safe place, he has already Nothing to worry about. Kyushu is so big, if he deliberately hides, Zong Zixiao may not be able to find him for the rest of his life.
Even if it is death, he will not let Zong Zixiao get his pill, he does not want Zong Zixiao to become Zong Minghe, nor does he want Zong Zixiao to have infinitely expanding ambition and power.
Li Buyu instantly understood Zong Ziheng's intentions. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes rolled quickly, and he hid his trembling hands in his sleeves: "Since the emperor has made up his mind, he dare not disobey without saying a word."
"You don't dare to disobey?" Zong Ziheng sarcastically said, "If Zong Zixiao hadn't come that day, I'm afraid I would have to die in Mount Shu."
Li Buyu couldn't hide his sadness, he smiled bitterly: "This point, Dijun really overestimates me, even if Dijun wants my life, I am not willing to kill you."
Zong Ziheng didn't believe it at all, and only said: "This seat will give you the last respect."
There was sadness and hatred in Li Buyu's eyes, he bowed deeply: "Thank you, Emperor."