My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 401 Obtaining Buddhist Fortune!
"Quan...Zeng Lang!!"

Qin Wanyue stumbled and fell from the platform of officials to Zeng Anmin's side.

At this moment, Zeng Anmin was surrounded by black energy, which had already eroded his body, leaving it somewhat dilapidated.

His face had even begun to turn ashen, and his once full forehead had now sunken slightly.

"what!"

Upon seeing this scene, Qin Wanyue, who had stumbled over, couldn't help but speak out in a hoarse voice.

She stood there as if struck by lightning, her gaze unfocused and blank.

Her hands trembled, and she tried to raise her arm, but she couldn't muster any strength.

She was completely unaware that her teeth had become embedded in her lips, and blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"Wan'er."

At this moment, Zeng Anmin was enjoying the princess's gentle breasts.

Hearing Qin Wanyue's voice, he struggled to look up at her.
"Stop crying."

Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's voice, Qin Wanyue's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She looked at Zeng Anmin, her voice trembling terribly:

"Zeng Lang, how are you..."

What can be done?
Once the cheat code is activated, you'll be reborn with full health.

Zeng Anmin muttered to himself.

But he still maintained a smile, even though it looked terrible.

He coughed lightly, trying to make his expression as gentle as possible:
"I feel okay, just a little sleepy..."

His face looked extremely weak.

"You can't sleep!" Upon hearing this, the princess trembled uncontrollably.

She took a deep breath, looking intently at Zeng Anmin, her hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"There must be a way to save you, you must not fall asleep... You must speak now, yes! You must speak, you can say anything you want to say!"

Unconsciously, this woman, who had been composed for over thirty years, was unaware of her own awkwardness as she spoke.

“Yes, Zeng Lang, tell me quickly, you can say anything…” Qin Wanyue also came to the front, ignoring the stares of outsiders, and reached out her fair hand to grasp Zeng Anmin’s withered and dark arm.

At this moment, both Qin Wanyue and the Princess were staring intently at him.

They completely forgot that the two were actually potential competitors.

Upon hearing this, an idea suddenly popped into Zeng Anmin's mind.

"Could this be another opportunity?"

For future happiness, let's give it a shot!

After thinking it over, he no longer hesitated and looked up at the two women.

"Pfft~"

He controlled his martial arts aura and pretended to spit out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

His face then grew increasingly weak.

"Zeng Lang!!!"

"Zeng Anmin!!"

The eldest princess and Qin Wanyue shouted almost simultaneously.

"I...I might...never see you again..."

A bitter smile appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.

He struggled to lift his head, his voice trembling with difficulty.

"No...no...don't sleep..."

Zeng Anmin managed to speak with difficulty: "Could...could you listen to me first?"

"Speak! I'm listening!" The princess's lips were pressed tightly together.

"Actually, there's nothing in this world that I'm attached to, but I can't let go of the two of you."

Zeng Anmin's gaze became somewhat unfocused, and his words sounded more like a muttering to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The two women, Princess Chang and Qin Wanyue, were almost always whispering in Zeng Anmin's ear.

"You can probably tell that I have feelings for both of you."

As soon as these words came out.

The princess's eyelids twitched slightly, and she glanced at Qin Wanyue expressionlessly.

Just then, Qin Wanyue's tear-filled eyes turned towards him.

Under these circumstances, neither of them could think of anything else. Their eyes met briefly before they both looked back at Zeng Anmin.

"But I'm about to die..."

Zeng Anmin used all his strength to stretch out both hands.

He touched the princess's hand with his left hand.

He placed his right hand on Qin Wanyue's hand.

Comfortable!!!

Zeng Anmin revealed an ugly smile:

"But I still feel a little regretful that I didn't hear those words."

After coughing for a while, he looked up weakly at the two women.

"May I marry you?"

Then, a look of anticipation appeared on his miserable face.

I saw that glimmer of hope.

Both women felt a sudden tremor in their hearts.

Without any hesitation, they all nodded vigorously.

"I'm willing. As long as Zeng Lang can live, I'm willing to do anything..."

Qin Wanyue was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The eldest princess also wore a sorrowful expression and took a deep breath:

"As long as you survive, you don't have to wait for the next life."

"I am willing to marry you as my wife, and I am also willing to let Wanyue be my secondary wife."

"I may really not make it, but hearing you say these words makes me feel that I can die without regrets."

Zeng Anmin chuckled softly, his eyelids beginning to droop uncontrollably.

"very nice……"

His voice could barely be squeezed out of his throat at this point.

His head started to sway slightly...

Then he felt everything go black and he fainted.

Before he passed out, a thought flashed through his mind: "This damn resentment is incredibly powerful!"

…………

See this scene.

Both the princess and Qin Wanyue involuntarily gripped his hand tightly.

"Hold on!! I will definitely find a way to save you!!"

"Someone come quick!! Someone come quick!!"

"Master Xu!!"

The eldest princess was truly anxious this time. She suddenly looked up and glanced around with extremely cold eyes.

They saw Master Xu and Zeng Shilin, who had just arrived.

"Master Xu! What happened to Zeng Anmin?!"

The eldest princess stared intently at Master Xu.

Master Xu's face was solemn at this moment. He slowly squatted down and placed his hand on Zeng Anmin's wrist.

A moment later, he withdrew his wrist and looked up at the princess.

"Although being haunted by resentment can be fatal, it only gradually erodes the physical body."

"It would take at least half a month for him to die."

"Zeng Anmin fainted at this time because he had exhausted some strength when he was using the bow."

……

Upon hearing this, the princess's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

She squinted and looked down at Zeng Anmin.

She knew that Zeng Anmin was a military man.

How could you possibly lose strength while drawing a bow and shooting an arrow?

Was that near-death appearance just an act?

"Of course, it's also possible that the resentment was too strong, causing him to faint."

Master Xu's next words dispelled the princess's suspicions and made her anxious again.

At this time, Zeng Anmin's situation was still far from optimistic.

But it has to be said.

His words just now were quite useful.

At least now, the eldest princess has inexplicably begun to accept Qin Wanyue.

She glanced down at Qin Wanyue.

Upon hearing Xu Tianshi's words, Qin Wanyue's sorrow lessened slightly, and she looked up at him with tear-streaked face:
"Master Celestial Master, can you save Zeng Lang?"

His voice was filled with pleading and hope.

Upon seeing this, the eldest princess sighed.

But she didn't speak; instead, she looked up at Master Xu.

She didn't want Zeng Anmin to die either.

Master Xu sighed and stared at Zeng Anmin for a while:

"To save him, it may be necessary to expend some of the nation's fortune, transferring the power of the nation's fortune into his body to counteract these resentful forces."

"But the fate of the nation is directly related to the lifespan of our Great Holy Dynasty."

"Your Majesty..."

At this point, he looked at Emperor Jianhong with a complicated expression.

"I will go and request His Majesty's permission." Zeng Shilin looked at Zeng Anmin, who was "unconscious," his face now somewhat numb.

Upon hearing Master Xu's words, without any hesitation, he headed towards Emperor Jianhong. The power of national destiny is the foundation of a nation.

Zeng Shilin was already prepared at this point.

Even if Emperor Jianhong disagrees, he has to find a way to make him agree!

Just then, a Buddhist chant rang out.

"Amitabha."

I don't know when, but Master Hongji slowly walked over.

“Mr. Zeng, there’s no need for that. This old monk is willing to do my bit for you.”

Without the two enormous golden pillars of the Daoist Master's Dharma Image stripping away the Buddhist aura, the unconscious Hongji naturally awoke.

Master Xu heard this.

His expression became extremely complicated.

He looked at Abbot Hongji: "Have you thought it through?"

"hehe."

Hongji chuckled softly, clasped his hands together, and said calmly:
"My Buddha is merciful."

"May we help people overcome this calamity."

“Young benefactor Zeng just helped this humble monk through a calamity. How could this humble monk stand idly by now?”

Then his eyes softened, and he looked at Zeng Anmin, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face. He said softly:
"Speaking of which, young benefactor Zeng and this old monk are truly destined to meet."

Then he looked up at Zeng Shilin and said:
"However, after treating young benefactor Zeng, the Duke's mansion will need to pay a medical fee of 100,000 taels of gold."

One hundred thousand taels of gold?
Zeng Shilin didn't even have a chance to nod.

The eldest princess spoke directly: "As long as Zeng Anmin can be saved, I am willing to raise a million taels of gold for you, let alone ten thousand taels!"

Zeng Shilin opened his mouth and gave the eldest princess a complicated look.

He then sighed softly.

If we can save my eldest son, ten thousand taels of gold is nothing.

This money should indeed be paid by the royal family.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Hongji was all smiles.

He nodded, looked at Zeng Anmin who had already fainted, and then looked at the Princess and said:
"Please escort Zeng Shizhu to Fa'an Temple."

"it is good!"

The eldest princess scooped Zeng Anmin up in her arms, and with a light step, headed towards Fa'an Temple.

…………

Fa'an Temple.

At this moment, the place was packed with people, both inside and out.

Emperor Jianhong and his officials sat in the courtyard, their eyes fixed on a room.

The room door was tightly closed, and nothing could be seen inside from the outside.

"Master, is this Master Hongji reliable?"

Emperor Jianhong raised his eyes and looked at Xu Tianshi standing beside him.

"I don't know." Master Xu simply shook his head.

He treated Emperor Jianhong the same way he treated everyone else.

……

Emperor Jianhong's expression stiffened slightly, then he casually looked up at the doorway and muttered to himself:
"Minister Zeng is one of my most important ministers; you must save him..."

……

in the room.

There were only four people standing.

The eldest princess, Qin Wanyue, Qin Shilin, and Master Hongji.

Master Hongji looked kindly at Zeng Anmin, who was lying on the bed breathing evenly.

No unnecessary words.

He only stared at Zeng Anmin for a while before closing his eyes.

As he closed his eyes.

One after another, Sanskrit chants slowly flowed from his mouth.

Finally, wisps of golden light began to emanate from his body.

"Boom!!!"

The golden light slowly entered Zeng Anmin's body.

The golden light was truly dazzling.

Unlike Zeng Shilin's golden, righteous spirit.

It was not his Buddha-power golden light either.

Instead, it is a softer, more dignified light.

Zeng Shilin was insightful.

He saw the golden light, and a complex expression appeared on his face:
"Golden light of merit?"

Then he frowned and said, "The golden light of merit has always belonged exclusively to those who do good deeds. How can it be used in this way?"

After he finished speaking.

Then the golden light suddenly changed.

A mysterious, primordial aura wafted over!

"It's not the golden light of merit!!"

The eldest princess's body jolted violently:
"It's the fortune of Buddhism!!"

Zeng Shilin and the Princess exchanged a glance, then suddenly looked at Master Hongji, who was sitting in front of Zeng Anmin with his eyes closed.

"No wonder Master Hongji was so confident."

The eldest princess took a deep breath: "The fortune of Buddhism is no less than that of the nation."

"Om!!"

As the Buddhist energy entered Zeng Anmin's body.

The dark aura on his face gradually diminished.

Qin Wanyue stared blankly at this scene: "Can Buddhist fortune dissipate resentment?"

“No, it won’t work.” Zeng Shilin shook his head: “Whether it’s destiny or national fortune, we can only fight against resentment.”

"At most, we can surround the resentment with layers of energy, trapping it within Quan Fu's body and preventing it from having too much of an impact on Quan Fu's health. If we want to completely eliminate the resentment, we will need other methods."

"However... both fortune and national destiny require a supreme treasure as a vessel..."

Zeng Shilin frowned deeply: "I don't recall the Grand Secretary possessing any Buddhist treasures..."

He murmured softly.

"Boom!!!"

On Zeng Anmin's neck.

A necklace-like tattoo shimmered faintly the moment it came into contact with the aura of Taoism and Buddhism.

It slowly absorbed the Xuanhuang light that Abbot Hongji had brought to it.

Time passed little by little.

The black resentment and the golden light on Zeng Anmin's body were visibly absorbed by the necklace little by little.

If someone were to look up at Fa'an Temple from the sky at this moment, they would have the power to see with their own eyes.

You'll definitely be able to see it clearly.

The aura of the Xuanhuang Buddhist sect that shrouds Fa'an Temple is gradually shrinking.

…………

"Clap~"

One hand hung limply on the ground.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone in the room turned sharply to look at the source of the noise.

"Master Hongji!!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Master Hongji had a smile on his face.

But the life on his face was slowly fading away.

Because, without anyone knowing, his body had become filled with an aura of decay and corruption!

"How are you?!"

The eldest princess and Zeng Shilin spoke at the same time and came to stand in front of Master Hongji.

Zeng Shilin's face darkened considerably upon seeing the oppressive power.

At this moment, how could he not understand where the corrupting power within his eldest son had gone?
It wasn't that it was cured, but rather that it was absorbed by this Master Hongji!
"The sage said, 'I possess the Demon-Subduing Circle!'"

Without any hesitation, Zeng Shilin struck a golden circle into Abbot Hongji's body!
The golden circle entered Master Hongji's body, slowly gathering the decaying power within.

"Hold on, Master Hongji!" Zeng Shilin's voice was extremely solemn.

Abbot Hongji's face remained smiling, his voice barely audible:

"It's alright, these are all my own choices."

“Benefactor Zeng.”

"Your Highness."

"We will tell you how the 100,000 taels of medical fees were used after Young Master Zeng wakes up."

"This humble monk is fine, just a little tired..."

"Pap~"

Master Hongji's withered hand fell limply to the ground.

"Whoo~"

A heavy breathing sound rang out.

Zeng Anmin, who was lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes!
He regained consciousness.

The tattoo on the necklace around his neck was making him feel uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)