My enemies became my companions

Chapter 352: Detoxification
The majestic palace towers over the entire ghost city of Yingdu. Every beam and pillar is stained with blood-red lacquer. The lines are sharp and tough, like the mournful howls of evil ghosts being tortured. The eaves pierce the mist. Tens of thousands of black tiles are hidden in the dim light. Endless and endless bones form the foundation of the palace, and hundreds of armored ghost soldiers guard it on all sides.

It is in this Palace of Yama that the whereabouts of countless souls are judged and weighed one by one, with some crossing the Naihe Bridge to be reincarnated, and others entering the eighteen levels of hell to be punished.

Inside the second Hades Palace.

The cool stone pillars supported the majestic hall. Yin Weiying looked down at the ground. It was all gray and dark, with a faint blue light.

It had only been an hour since she was brought into the ghost town of Yingdu.

In just this short hour, it seemed like a tremendous change had taken place.

"Is everything alright, Your Highness?"

A ghost maid came silently behind him. Yin Weiying turned around and found that she was floating towards him.

The nun raised her hand slightly and said, "No problem."

The ghost maid nodded respectfully and was about to step back.

Yin Weiying couldn't help but ask, "My father...what's going on?"

At that time, the people who were kneeling down before the Rewarding Bureau called that man "His Majesty the King of Hell".

But his face was exactly the same as his father's, almost identical.

And later when I called him father, he did not deny it, but instead looked at me with loving eyes.

This made Yin Weiying confused.

The ghost maid responded at this time: "It is such a big matter, and we servants are not in a position to reveal it to you, and the King of Hell also said that he will tell you clearly after he has dealt with the matter."

After hearing this, Yin Weiying still had some doubts on his face, but now that he was alone here, he could only swallow his confusion.

When the ghost maid saw that she didn't say anything else, she left first.

Yin Weiying didn't know how long she had been waiting in this hall. She just sat there alone, pressed her chest, and suddenly felt a slight pain.

A faint pain surged from the inside out, like a needle piercing my heart.

She lowered her brows and thought of the scene of resealing Chaos.

She still remembered that when the stone door that sealed the chaos closed, her Nascent Soul chased Chen Yi in and then lost contact.

The Nascent Soul is made up of the soul and spirit. During this period of time, the nun always felt that her soul was missing.

But when she looked inside herself, she found that her three souls and seven spirits were all intact, so she thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out the reason.

And this tingling sensation, tingling again and again, seemed to remind her that she had lost something, but she couldn't figure out what exactly she had lost.

While recalling, Yin Weiying waited in the living room for a long time, and finally heard a series of footsteps.

The footsteps were steady and restrained, and the steps were in an orderly manner.

The King of Hell, Prince Chujiang, as everyone called him, had already stepped into the reception room.

"Only Ying."

The man spoke with a sighing voice:
"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yin Weiying turned his head and said after a moment's hesitation: "...Father..."

"There are many things you don't understand, but I know them all." He calmly sat down on the main seat, looked at Yin Weiying with nostalgia, and slowly said, "I and your father outside are not the same person."

Yin Weiying was stunned for a moment, the person in front of him looked exactly like his father.

She raised her guard and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

He sat upright on the main throne, with one hand raised and his elbow against the armrest. His whole body merged with the main throne, and there was no sense of unnaturalness at all. Such a person seemed to be born to wear a crown on his head and stand above everyone else.

"The posthumous title they gave me is probably... the Holy and Divine Emperor of Civil and Military Affairs, Respectable and Bright, Inspiring, Virtuous and Filial."

The nun's pupils suddenly shrank.

That was the late emperor's posthumous title.
The person in front of me... turned out to be the former Emperor of Dayu, who became the King of Hell in the underworld? !

Yin Weiying took a long time to calm down. His throat moved several times and he kept asking, "You...you...why are you..."

"Why do I look exactly like your father?"

Emperor Dayu guessed what she was going to say like a real father.

Yin Weiying pressed the armrests of the sandalwood chair with both hands, as if suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, and nodded.

“Naturally simple.”

Emperor Dayu took out a piece of yellow paper from his bosom and blew on it.

The yellow paper fell to the ground, and under Yin Weiying's eyes, it slowly stood up, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a long mustache... That face was exactly the same as the former emperor of Dayu, and exactly the same as her father.

The calm voice of Emperor Dayu came to my ears.

"I am a paper man.

A paper figurine of my younger brother, King Jing."

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The young lady from the Lin family came over slowly, placed her hands flat on her stomach, and called softly:
"Husband."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment.

He could never have imagined that one day he would actually hear these words from the mouth of Lin Wanheng, who was determined to remain a widow.

Chen Yi lowered his head and saw the girl, who was almost a head shorter than him, smiling gently with true feelings revealed in her eyes.

And Concubine Dong behind Chen Yi was also puzzled, even more so than the former.

Before Chen Yi could come up with a conclusion, he heard Lin Wanheng shout again:
"Husband?"

Chen Yi was full of doubts. He paused for a long time before responding, "...Yeah."

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi's slight change in expression made Lin Wanheng's face darken. She seemed to want to say something, but finally sighed and said:

"Forget it, let's go back to Cui Mansion and talk about it."

Chen Yi's face turned strange.

With all the doubts in his mind unanswered, Chen Yi took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed Lin Wanheng's hand.

"ah?"

The young lady from the Lin family shrank back but did not struggle. Chen Yi just frowned and looked at her for a while, then pressed lightly with his fingertips, and energy came out from his fingertips.

"what!"

The young lady from the Lin family screamed, and a streak of blood appeared on her fingertips.

A little blood dripped and Chen Yi frowned. The wound could be scraped out, proving that the young lady from the Lin family was not a paper figure.

Paper figures cannot be damaged and will usually leak air if poked.

The maid beside her saw the wound, exclaimed in surprise, and said quickly:
"Mr. Chen, what are you doing?"

Chen Yi took a glance and found that the maid beside Lin Wanheng was none other than Xiuhe.

He let go of Lin Wanheng's hand and replied, "Nothing, just confirming something."

Lin Wanheng also withdrew her hand, her green jade fingers were covered with blood. A breeze blew past her, and she frowned in pain, but her gentle nature prevented her from saying anything, and even her resentful look only flashed by.

Chen Yi noticed this little action.

There is no mistake, this is Lin Wanlang.

Only Lin Wan-heng has such a gentle and laissez-faire temperament.

After thinking about it, Chen Yi decided that he still had to figure out the current situation.

The best way to figure out the situation is to get into the role.

And the current character is Lin Wanlang’s husband.

"Madam, is there anything I can help you with?" Chen Yixian asked.

Lin Wanheng was about to answer, but Xiuhe saw the wound on her finger and frowned, saying, "Mr. Chen, your wife is still in pain. As a man, you should be more considerate of your wife."

After hearing this, Chen Yi smiled lightly, then held up Lin Wanlang's hand, and under the slightly surprised gaze of the girl, he sucked the wound on his fingertips.

Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Chen Yi asked gently, "Madam, does it still hurt?"

Lin Wanheng shook his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xiuhe, who was standing by, looked at the harmonious couple and a smile appeared on her face.

"Okay, let's go back. Should we go back to Cui Mansion?" Chen Yi asked.

So, the group of four set out on the journey back home. Soon after walking along the cobblestone road, they saw two carriages. Chen Yi originally wanted to ride in the same carriage with Lin Wanheng and the others, but at this time Concubine Dong tugged at his sleeve.

Chen Yi understood immediately and told his wife that he wanted to discuss Buddhism with the Zen master in the carriage.

Lin Wanheng didn't say anything and agreed generously.

Sitting in the carriage, Chen Yi saw that lawyer Jueyin lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

Although Concubine Dong's eyes were misty, she was still rational and said in a gentle voice:

"Have you noticed that they are all real?"

"Of course I discovered it. They are not paper people, and the illusion cannot be so real. It should be a secret place somewhere." Chen Yi lifted the curtain and saw the scene of the capital city. It was bustling all the way.

Concubine Dong continued, "As you said, it should be a secret place somewhere, and it is the best secret place in the world, comparable to a paradise."

Chen Yi nodded slightly.

Concubine Dong's voice was slightly lamented: "The Central Plains is indeed vast and rich in resources. Even though I have been in the palace for many years, it is still an eye-opener."

Deep palace? It seems that she is still a concubine. And according to her words, there is a door leading to the underworld in the palace?

Chen Yi had something in mind, so he said:

"The secret realm before my eyes is so real, and it seems to have replicated the entire capital city. It is almost indistinguishable from the real thing. How did they do that?"

Concubine Dong shook her head slightly and sighed:
"This is clearly the Taoist method of the mustard seed world, which is different from our Buddhist method, and it may be... using the false to cultivate the true?"

"Using the false to cultivate the true?"

"Yes, this method is similar to the paper figurine method. Both methods involve creating an illusion and then practicing within it. The capital city in front of us is an illusion."

After hearing this, Chen Yi understood. It was just a matter of DIYing a copy and then practicing Taoism in it.

Concubine Dong hesitated for a while, then continued: "If we want to leave this place, in addition to breaking the law with force, we must also find the owner of this secret realm, and then find the door of truth and falsehood, which is the entrance and exit between the secret realm and reality."

Chen Yi wrote down Concubine Dong's words, and then looked out of the car window.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally arrived at Cui's mansion.

Chen Yi was a little uncomfortable, but he still slowly walked down from the carriage as a son-in-law.

At this moment, Lin Wanheng, who had gotten off the car earlier, came forward and bent down to brush off the dust on his clothes.

"This..." Chen Yi couldn't help but say, "How did you..."

"My dear husband, please don't act weird." After patting for a long time, Lin Wanheng raised her head and said softly, "Although it was always the maids who patted in the past, I am patting you today. This is the first time I have done this. I am not skilled and may damage your clothes.

But my husband, please consider me like this and let the previous incident be over."

Chen Yi was extremely confused and didn't say anything.

Seeing his appearance, she seemed to have misunderstood something. She lowered her eyebrows and said with a slightly sad look in her eyes:

"My husband, are you still concerned about what happened before?"

Chen Yi frowned, rubbed his sleeves with his fingertips and asked, "What happened before?"

Apart from what happened in the underground palace, how much could there be between him and Lin Wanheng?

At the moment he was completely confused, feeling quite bewildered.

While Chen Yi was thinking, Lin Wanheng's brows were deeply frowned, and she pursed her red lips as if she didn't know how to start.

"It's about the poetry gathering, our Cui Mansion poetry gathering."

Xiu He on the side could no longer sit still. She apologized repeatedly:
"Don't mind it, sir. Madam was just chatting with Xiuhe in the room to relieve her boredom at the poetry party that night. She read The Peony Pavilion for a while, and then opened a jar of wine to drink. Then she fell asleep. When she woke up, people in the mansion said you had been here..."

"Have I been here?"

Chen Yi understood as soon as he heard it. It must be someone from Cui Mansion who was deceiving Lin Wanheng.

"Yes, I heard that you came to the poetry gathering later, but you couldn't find Madam." Xiu He said softly, "Later, Madam even dreamed of you."

It was originally an ordinary sentence, but Lin Wanlang's cheeks turned red. At this moment, her appearance was no longer as monotonous as the lady on paper, but became lively.

She muttered, "It was just a dream."

Xiu He turned to her and smiled, "Madam, even if my son-in-law came in my dream, he still came."

As the master and servant talked, Chen Yi's thoughts gradually became clearer.

The so-called missed poetry gathering should refer to the Lin family poetry gathering. According to what they said, Lin Wanheng might have waited for them for a long time, but never showed up, so he went back to his room and then drank something called "Forget-Worry Wine" with Xiuhe.

Then they came here, but they didn't realize that this was a secret place.

"Where does the Forget-Your-Worry Wine come from?" Chen Yi asked.

"It was granted by Her Majesty the Queen Mother. Your marriage with Madam was granted by the Heavenly Family."

Xiuhe said briskly.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Chen Yi nodded slightly and guessed something.

According to this, the secret realm in front of us was created by An Hou!
As for why Lin Wanheng regarded himself as her husband, it seemed like some kind of brainwashing.

It should be said that it is most likely some kind of brainwashing technique.

Even if the owner of the secret realm is not Queen An, she must have a close relationship with the palace.

After sorting out his thoughts, Chen Yi was no longer confused, but integrated into it and said: "Okay, Xiuhe, take me to the study. I need to talk about Buddhism with Lawyer Jueyin."

Lin Wanheng laughed and said, "Buddhism? I've read about it too. How about I also talk about it in detail?"

"My lady, there is no need. If you really want to listen, just wait until I call you and I can order a few cups of tea then." Chen Yi replied casually.

Hearing these slightly distant words, Lin Wanheng responded with an "Oh", then looked away and said:
"If you still care about it, just point out my faults, don't distance yourself from me. As the saying goes, fighting at the head of the bed means making up at the foot of the bed, but this is just vulgar language after all. You and I should make up at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed, that's a good thing. If you don't want to, I won't say anything to you, just don't think I'm bad..."

The words of this scholarly lady were so tortuous that it took Chen Yi a while to understand what she meant. She was telling him not to despise her or alienate her.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi smiled bitterly. It's not that he didn't dislike and distance himself from this girl, but he didn't take it to heart either.

Now that she has been brainwashed, she not only regards him as her husband, but also seems to no longer care about the hatred of being a widow in the past. So Chen Yi will not be petty about it.

What's more, the most important thing at the moment is to leave this secret realm as soon as possible and find the lost Yin Weiying's Nascent Soul.

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When Chen Yi stepped into the study, he saw a scene.

A maid who came from nowhere was pressed to the ground by Concubine Dong. When she saw Chen Yi, she was about to call for help, but the next moment her mute point was pressed.

Chen Yi closed the door, pulled out a chair casually, and asked calmly:
"Where did this person come from?"

Concubine Dong, who was sitting on the futon, said in a moist voice:

"I just found a random maid, look..."

Following the word "Look", Concubine Dong grabbed the maid's hand and then pressed the dagger to her neck.

The maid's face was filled with panic, her eyes were wide open, and she looked begging for help. Her fingertips were still trembling, and she tried to scream but foam came out of her mouth.

But when the sword passed by.

She just let out a leak.

The maid who was originally full of life and vitality seemed to be pulled apart from her flesh and bones in an instant. She shrank little by little and finally turned into a yellowed piece of paper.

Concubine Dong put away her sword and said:
"Most of the people here are paper people."

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes. He was not surprised at all.

On the contrary, there is a sense of entitlement.

"The entrance to the secret realm you mentioned is called something like... the Gate of Truth and Falsehood, right?"

Chen Yi pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"If so, I suspect the door is inside the palace."

Lin Wanheng's series of behaviors pointed the clues to the palace and the royal family.

Imperial Concubine Dong figured out something and said:

"Do you suspect that this secret place was created by the Queen Mother?"

"He must be involved." Chen Yi said with certainty.

Concubine Dong thought about it and nodded, saying softly: "Okay, I will help you, but there are conditions."

"Conditions?" Chen Yi was a little puzzled and didn't understand what Concubine Dong wanted to ask for.

Concubine Dong stretched out a hand, raised it forward and presented it.

Chen Yi was even more confused and leaned forward.

Concubine Dong's face flushed, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Antidote!"

Chen Yi blinked his eyes. At this point, there was no point in hiding it from her.

"I don't have the antidote."

Concubine Dong's beautiful eyes widened, her lips unnaturally opened into an O shape, and she said in disbelief:
"There is no antidote, but you let me take it. Are you kidding me?"

Chen Yi did not answer.

Then, Concubine Dong recalled something and said repeatedly:
"Monks do not tell lies. I have never lied to donors, so why would donors lie to me?
You must have an antidote, and..."

"And what?"

Concubine Dong recalled a detail and said confidently: "At that time, I asked you if you had an antidote, and you said, 'Guess', didn't you?"

"correct."

Concubine Dong leaned forward excitedly, her long hair fanning over her shoulders, "So..."

Chen Yi spread his hands and said, "So you guessed wrong."

Concubine Dong: “…”

She resisted the urge to break her vow and curse "Shit!"

The next moment, Chen Yi saw her expression change instantly. The blush was still there, but her brows were furrowed and relaxed from time to time, as if she was struggling and hesitating.

After a while, she seemed to be thinking of something. She clasped her hands together, crossed her legs on the cushion, and chanted like a nun:
"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty...

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; the same is true of feeling, perception, volition and consciousness.

She crossed her legs, revealing her snow-white ankles at the crotch of her trousers. Her ankles were rounded and protruding like a small meat bun, and her posture was exactly that of Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

Concubine Dong recited a lot of scriptures about "color is emptiness", as if to remind herself not to be attached to the physical body. Then she raised her face, her slightly red face full of moisture, and asked in a gentle voice:
"Then will the donor...use his own body to detoxify?"

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(End of this chapter)