Traveling through the heavens to become a bandit

Chapter 168 [The Living Dead]

King Jing'an Zhao Heng sat opposite Zhao Xun.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes and chanted, turning the beads.

It's a huge matter, and we have to wait until he finishes reading the scriptures.

Even knowing that his father has entered meditation like an old monk at this moment, Prince Jing'an only dared to sneak a glance at his mother in name, but actually his lover out of the corner of his eye.

Don't dare to stay too much in your eyes.

There are hundreds of chanting sutras, thousands of chants, and when you open your eyes, you are already approaching the palace.

Jing'an Wang Zhao Xun finally opened his eyes, calmly said, "Xun'er, do you know your mistake?"

Zhao Xun sat upright, bowed his head and said, "Father, I know my mistake!"

Decisive, crisp, without a moment's sloppiness.

King Jing'an's eyes narrowed slightly, but he never pursued it, never pointed it out.

Turning to look out of the window, paused for a moment, said:

"If Xu Qianqiu does not get rid of this person and waits for him to be hereditary and succeed him as King of Beiliang, the dynasty of the Zhao family will change sooner or later."

Seeing his son still not daring to look up, he sighed slightly in his heart and continued:

"Today, for my father, I made a mistake and made a foolish move, that kid looked calm and gentle, but in his heart he definitely wanted to kill me.

There are rumors all over the world that Beiliang has a long history with the First Floor under Heaven, if it is true..."

Speaking of this, King Jing'an's face suddenly became gloomy, he stopped hiding, and glanced at Princess Jing'an at the side.

Seeing that she kept her eyebrows low and pleasing to the eye, like a marionette, silent and unresponsive, and seemed not to listen to a word of the conversation between the two, she became more and more annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, he said to Zhao Xun beside him:

"Above Chunshen Lake, you want to take advantage of the chaos to kill Xu Qianqiu and blame the descendants of the Qing Party, your mind and methods are all excellent, but the time to judge the situation is too bad.

Who is Xu Qianqiu?Will Xu Laizi rest assured that he will walk alone in the rivers and lakes?

If he was that easy to kill, he would have been quartered and his bones would have been ashes as soon as he left Beiliang.

How could he come to Qingzhou safe and sound all the way. "

Prince Jing'an's son bowed his head and said, "Father taught me the lesson!"

There was another silence in the carriage.

Zhao Heng frowned slightly.

There is a sense of irritability in my heart, and no matter how much I chant scriptures, I can't get rid of it.

Suddenly, he felt that the sandalwood wafting past his nose was too strong, so he waved his hand to disperse it.

His tone became much more relaxed, and he said: "Over there in the capital, there are nine out of ten chances that Xu Laizi will fulfill his wish and get hereditary succession, but the title of Dazhu Kingdom is likely to be lost.

Come to think of it, then Xu Manzi wouldn't care about these things.

The one in the palace can't help it either, if the hereditary replacement is not given, Beiliang may raise troops today.

If it is given, from now on, Beiliang will be a serious problem in the capital.

Come to think of it, that person in the palace should have already planned.

Apart from Xu Xiao, it was imperative for Gu Jiantang to travel northward to the Liangliao. The Northern Liang was based on the foundation of the Liangliao. Xu Laizi had to obediently pull it out.

Even so, the three states of Beiliang are still impenetrable.

Among them, I am afraid that the shadow of the first floor in the world is indispensable.

The Beimang sub-helm suffered a catastrophe and was able to intervene in the Liyang matter, which shows its strength.

If Beiliang joins hands with the first floor..."

King Jing'an abruptly stopped talking.

A Bodhi seed Buddha bead in his hand split open with a bang, his thoughts were hidden deep in the darkness, and he said to himself:
"The flying dragon is in the sky, I didn't believe it before, but seeing this kid today, I believe it!

In time, Beiliang will rebel! "

Hearing this, Zhao Xun finally raised his head, shocked.

It has always been said that Beiliang established himself as a king, and there is no lack of it. Beiliang really has any practical actions.

There are too many people who say it, and it is impossible to judge whether it is true or false.

But since these words came from his father's mouth, Zhao Xun had no choice but to believe them.

Since he was a child, he feared and worshiped his father.

Every word and deed, will subconsciously imitate him.

Even if his father robbed his love and his sweetheart, he never resisted in the slightest.

Just watched.

Get out of the carriage and return to Prince Jing'an Mansion.

The servant knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to raise his head.

Go through the corridor and approach the Buddhist hall.

Zhao Xun glanced at the back of his nominal mother, then turned and left silently.

In the main hall, what is enshrined is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Its real body is carved from rosewood.

The light here is not very good, it looks a bit dark and unclear.

After living for a long time, it is inevitable that one's mind will become a little infected, as was the case with King Jing'an.

In Zhao Xun's hand, there were bodhi seed beads in total, one of which burst just now, but at this moment, it exploded again and scattered all over the ground.

Beads fell one by one, and landed on the white jade board of the Hall of Silence.

Harsh, eerie.

Destroying this favorite thing with his own hands, Zhao Heng finally stopped hiding.

With a ferocious face, he turned around, stared at Princess Jing'an, gritted his teeth, and said:

"You slut, shameless thing, son of a bitch, flirting with that little bastard surnamed Xu. If you say a few more words, will your soul fly away?!"

Pei Nanwei remained silent all the time, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

Not a word.

Like that clay figurine sculpture, there is no human fireworks, and he is insulted.

Outsiders only say that she is lonely, that if she can marry into a rich family, she will enjoy endless prosperity and wealth for the rest of her life.

But how do you know the acidity in its heart.

Zhao Heng didn't give up, stepped forward and grabbed his hair, and dragged him into the Buddhist hall.

He fell hard on the ground, kicked his feet, and roared:
"Pei Nanwei, why is this king not worthy of you bitch?

Over the past ten years, have you ever considered me your husband once?

Did you know that I was only one step away from the dragon chair back then, just one step!
In the whole world, no one is more qualified to wear the dragon robe and sit on the dragon chair than this king!

I should be the supreme under heaven! "

Thirty-three thousand black hairs were in a mess, completely covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

Under the hair, there came a voice as calm as water, without waves:

"If you are a bitch, how can you be worthy of you?"

The furious and roaring figure froze for a moment.

The haze in his eyes disappeared, he became amiable and very approachable, squatted down, reached out and tried to touch Princess Pei's face, and said in a gentle voice:

"Wei'er, did your husband hurt you?"

Pei Nanwei turned his head away, not letting him touch his cheek, and said softly, indifferently, as if he was used to it, "It doesn't hurt!"

He didn't touch his cheek, and was completely irritated by this evasive movement, so he waved his hand that stopped in mid-air.

Pei Nanwei flung himself on the shady floor, the light was dim, but his expression was as usual.

Zhao Heng kicked her twice and scolded angrily:
"Pei, you are alive, you are not as good as a dead person, a living dead person!
Since you hate me so much, and you have no spine to resist, why don't you die! "

After finishing speaking, with a bang, King Jing'an took out a self-defense dagger from his sleeve and threw it on the ground.

Pei Nanwei's mouth was bloodshot, but he didn't care. Looking at the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he said indifferently:

"I was afraid of death, so I married you."

King Jing'an was filled with infinite disgust for this emotionless living dead.

Slowly suppressing the anger in my heart, my voice became flat and blunt, and said: "Get lost!"

Princess Pei slowly stood up, straightened her clothes, and reproduced her tied hair.

The movements are skillful and smooth.

His gaze was as flat as a living dead, without any waves, and he glanced at the white-clothed figure who entered the hall silently at some time and sat on the head of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Turn away.

(End of this chapter)