Thousands of miles away, in the old temple of Xining, the night creek is silent.
The Empress Tianhai looked at the monk across the stream and said, "You should be very clear about who I am always on guard against."
The rosary in the monk's palm stopped turning, eyes still closed, and he said calmly: "They have never been to the other side, so naturally they can't think of what you think."
"I've never been there," she said.
At this time, she was still on the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, but her eyes fell on here, tens of thousands of miles away.
No matter how far apart, as long as there is a connection between the heaven and the earth, her soul can be close.
It was her by the stream.
The monk thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."
The Empress Tianhai looked at him and asked, "Is this the situation you most want to see?"
"I didn't imagine in advance what I might see," said the monk.
The Empress Tianhai looked at him quietly and asked, "Are you the son of Prince Jiancheng? Grandson?"
There was a nostalgic feeling on the monk's face, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: "Prince Jiancheng is my father."
The Empress Tianhai raised her eyebrows and asked, "I don't understand why your survivors join forces with him. You must know that he is Emperor Taizong's black dog."
The monk said slowly: "No amount of resentment can match the time and the desire to go home. We want to come back."
The Empress Tianhai asked: "But have you ever thought that you might be the precursor of a foreign race?"
The monk was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "The survivors are not aliens, this is our hometown, no one has the right to stop our return."
The Holy Empress Tianhai said: "Are you sure that the alien race on that continent will not have a different heart?"
The monk was silent and did not speak again.
The clear water in the creek has long been frozen by these two powerful souls.
The lotus flower condensed by blood and water is either east or west on the water surface, and the trees by the stream are still and sometimes moving in the wind.
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One autumn rain and one cold, there were still a lot of green grass left yesterday, but now it is all yellow.
Standing in the kneeless weeds, Taoist Ji sensed the distance between the black jade Ruyi and himself, looked at the Tianshu Mausoleum again, and said, "Abdicate, like Su Li, and leave this world."
The Holy Empress of Tianhai looked back at the creek in Xining Town tens of thousands of miles away, and said: "My sons want to be emperors, Chen Guansong wants to leave a name in the history, Yin is trapped by the word Jishi, and Baidi wants to fight with the devil. What about you? I still don't understand what you want to get after doing so many things."
Taoist Ji said expressionlessly: "This is His Majesty Emperor Taizong's will, and you promised me and my junior brother that you would return the throne to the Chen family."
The Empress Tianhai said: "I only have one son. He was condemned by the heavens. In my womb, the innate sun wheel was destroyed."
When she said this, she glanced at Chen Changsheng, and then at a certain place in the Mausoleum of Books.
"No matter who my son is, whether he is innocent, simple, stupid, or disabled, if he ascends to the throne, who will rule the world?"
The Holy Empress Tianhai looked in the direction of the autumn grassland, and said with a slight sarcasm: "Who will be the real emperor then? Those trash and bastards, or you?"
Taoist Ji remained silent and did not answer this question.
The night wind blows the wilderness, and the yellow grass moves with the wind, like a rice field, but there is no fragrance, only the rotten smell after being soaked by rain.
"After saying so many boring things and watching so many boring people and things, in the end, you still have to kill me."
When the Holy Empress Tianhai said these words, she finally moved.
She took a step forward, and slowly opened the hands that had been behind her back.
There were no raindrops falling in the night sky, but when she opened her hand, a few raindrops floated from somewhere in the wind and landed on her palm.
She looked down at the pearl-like drops of water in her palm, then raised her head, looking at the world that had bored her to the extreme.
"Then, who dares to kill me?"
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The situation tonight has already undergone earth-shaking changes.
The emperor's chariot is quiet, there are killing sounds everywhere in the capital, and there are more flames and thick smoke from time to time. In the far field, some troops are still as static as stone statues guarding tombs, and some troops are still in commotion. This world has already left. Under the control of the Holy Empress Tianhai, even those ministers and family members who were most loyal to her chose to abandon her.
There is no doubt that the situation she is facing has been extremely bad.
But she was not timid at all, looking at the peerless powerhouses around Tianshu Mausoleum, looking at all the enemies in this world, and said this sentence.
Who dares to kill me
These four words are really overbearing to the extreme, arrogant to the extreme, reverberating in the quiet Tianshu Mausoleum and the streets and alleys of Kyoto, without stopping for a long time, and no one dares to respond.
After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally rang out.
It was the sound of stone slabs being crushed. It sounded like the impact of teeth, and it also sounded like the sound of bones bearing countless weights.
Crackling.
Zhu Luo stood up from the wheelchair, his eyes moved up along the white divine path, and finally landed on the peak of Tianshu Mausoleum.
"Let me do it."
When he said these three words, he didn't feel any impassioned feeling, it was very flat, as light as water.
Or it was because he was very clear about his ending, or it was because he had been waiting for this ending since Wan Liuyuan opened Su Li's letter.
Zhu Luo, one of the wind and rain in all directions, the lord of the Heartless Sect, and a big shot in Tianliang County, just like what Su Li said in Xunyang City, he can die, but he cannot be defeated.
Now that he is defeated and crippled, why should he die
He came to the capital tonight to die. He wanted to use his own death to seek the greatest benefit for his family and sect.
"what would you like?"
Taoist Ji's voice came from afar, and he was no longer in Qiuyuan in the north of the city, but seemed to have gone to a farther place.
Zhu Luo held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his left hand, and said expressionlessly, "I want the Wang family to never turn over."
He didn't say which royal family it was, but everyone knew which royal family he was talking about.
The Wang family in Tianliang County has long been ruined, and now there is only one person left.
Zhu Luo wanted the Wang family to never stand up, and he was targeting that person and that knife.
Taoist Ji's voice didn't ring out immediately, but he answered after a while.
Obviously, Zhu Luo's request before he died, even he found it a little troublesome.
"Okay, I promise you."
Hearing these words, some expressions finally appeared on Zhu Luo's face, and his body became more upright.
He walked forward, stepping slowly, stepping through the shallow water accumulated on the stone floor one by one, gradually forming a unique rhythm.
He came to the bottom of Shinto and slowly drew out the sword from its sheath.
A powerful aura, following the unsheathing of the bright sword, overflowed, filling the space between the heaven and the earth.