The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 232: Ten Thousand Books in My Heart

When they arrived at the front hall, Tong Guan led Zhao Ji in.

Zhao Ji had completely changed into a Taoist robe at this moment, with a proud look on his face. After entering the hall, he put his hands behind his back and chanted: "The mysterious laws of heaven and earth govern the universe, the mountains and rivers shine in my sect, I skillfully transform the real and the fake, and spread the Dao to all things forever."

Zhao Ti glanced at him, and found it amusing. He said, "He is half god, half saint, and half immortal. He is a complete Confucianist and Taoist, and a complete sage. He has thousands of volumes of true books in his head, and controls half of the civil and military affairs."

Zhao Ji was shocked when he heard this. He took two quick steps forward and asked, "Eight, Eight Brother, why are there poems?"

Zhao Ti said: "I remembered another one."

Zhao Ji asked anxiously, "How can you still remember this? How can you forget the poem in the heavenly book?"

Zhao Ti said: "There are too many complicated things in the day, it's normal to forget."

Zhao Ji was puzzled and said, "My dear brother, are you trying to deceive me again? I think this song is more profound and seems to contain deep legal principles. Why don't I use this one?"

Zhao Ti shook his head: "How can I do this? You asked for that poem at that time, so there is no reason to change it. Now I am reciting it in front of you, which is equivalent to giving it to you for free. You can go back and comprehend it secretly."

Zhao Ji stammered, "I want to recite it in front of others..."

Zhao Ti frowned, "I have already used this poem. My subordinates all know it, and even many ministers in the court have heard it. If you recite it in public, won't people think you are plagiarizing it?"

Zhao Ji said awkwardly: "That's true, I just felt happy when I heard the song sung by my dear..."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "Have you brought the title deed?"

Zhao Ji hurriedly said, "Here it is, here it is, please accept it, myna." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper with a dark red official seal on it from his arms.

Zhao Ti took the deed and looked at it, then handed it to Tong Guan beside him: "Eleventh brother, I just remembered something. The Taoist poem I gave you was incomplete. It was only the first half. In fact, the second half is still there."

"There's also the second half?" Zhao Ji almost jumped up when he heard that. "Myna is cheating me by only telling me the first half. If I comprehend some method but can't practice it, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"

Zhao Ti said unhappily, "I just remembered it. Besides, it's just a poem. What cultivation method can you comprehend?"

Zhao Ji shook his head vigorously: "That may not be the case. Taoist Lin said that I am the reincarnation of a god from heaven. I can see the big picture from the details and must be able to get the great truth from everything. What's more, it is a Taoist poem from the heavenly book. When I regain all my memories and master magical powers, I will go back to the heavenly palace."

Zhao Ti was silent for two breaths, and then said, "Even so, it is no problem to have only the first half of the poem. No matter what you comprehend, you can practice accordingly and nothing will go wrong. After all, it is Xuantian's true method."

Zhao Ji said anxiously, "That won't do. Brother Ba, you should tell me the second half of the poem. What's the point of only having the first half?"

Zhao Ti said calmly: "The law is not easily passed on, and the truth is not easily spoken."

The corners of Zhao Ji's mouth twitched, and he took a breath: "My dear, didn't I just give you the deed to that little house? Do you want to sell a poem in two parts?"

Zhao Ti said, "What do you mean by selling? Eleventh brother doesn't need it."

"I..." Zhao Ji said angrily, "Myna, you saw that I opened a Taoist temple and collected a lot of money from incense offerings, so you want to extort some money from me, right? All my money is useful. Taoist Priest Lin said that he would save it up and open the first Taoist temple, and he wants to open Shenxiao Temple all over the world."

Zhao Ti sighed, "If that's the case, then you won't be able to use it at all, right?"

Zhao Ji said, "I can't use it. Taoist Lin said that after I open all 108 Shenxiao temples, I can get great merits and ascend to heaven soon and return to the immortal class." Zhao Ti looked at him for a while and said, "Since you don't need it, and give it to Lin Lingsu to manage and accumulate merits, then changing the Taoist poems is not a merit, right?"

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly said happily: "It is indeed a merit, it is indeed a merit, what myna said is absolutely right, this is a Taoist poem in heavenly script, how can it not be a merit!"

Zhao Ti nodded: "I don't want much from you either, what do you think you can give me in exchange?"

Zhao Ji said, "I... I'd better use money directly. I'll give you 10,000 strings of cash. Can you give me the second half of the poem?"

Zhao Ti shook his head: "Taoist poems are priceless, but I only tell you this because I see that you are sincere. But ten thousand strings of cash is too little, isn't it? I'm afraid that the price of building your Shenxiao Temple is over a million..."

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and said, "But all my money was used to build the Taoist temple. A lot of it was given to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother also gave me some items to sell so that we could build the Shenxiao Temple. I don't have much money on hand now. The most I can give to my brother is another 5,000 strings of cash."

"Fifteen thousand strings of cash?" Zhao Ti thought, "That's all. One day you'll know that buying this poem from me is more worthwhile than giving it to Lin Lingsu to use."

Zhao Ji nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and said, "Myna is right, tell me the second half of the poem as soon as possible."

Zhao Ti said with a smile: "Listen carefully, there are no monks in the vast desert, and Confucian scholars are hidden by the violent storm. Taoism is the leader among the three religions, so how can they be equal in fame?"

Zhao Ji's eyes widened, with a look of surprise on his face: "The mysterious laws of heaven and earth govern the universe, the mountains and rivers shine in my sect, I skillfully transform the real and the fake, and transform all things into the eternal Tao. There are no monks in the vast yellow sand, and the violent winds and rains hide the Confucian scholars. The Tao was originally the leader of the three religions, how can they be equal and famous!"

Zhao Ti lowered his head: "What do you think?"

"Okay, okay, Brother Ba, the second half of the poem is the true meaning of the Taoist poem. I will understand it and I will definitely understand it!" Zhao Ji was dancing with joy at this moment, "I will go back and study it carefully now. Ask Li Yan to send the money to Brother Ba tomorrow."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out, saying as he walked, "When I have finished my meditation, I will go to Daxiangguo Temple to discuss the issue with the monks. When I appear and read this poem, I am sure it will shock the whole place!"

Zhao Ti watched him walk out of the palace and shook his head: "If you were not a prince, I'm afraid people would type out your name if you read this poem at Xiangguo Temple..."

In the blink of an eye, it was dark, the moon rose to its waxing phase, the lights in Tokyo were lit, and night markets opened everywhere, making it extremely bustling.

Murong Longcheng walked around Zhouqiao and then went to Daxiangguo Temple, but the temple gate had already been closed. After thinking about it, he found a place to stay behind the temple and waited to kidnap people in the Ministry of Justice prison later.

We can't wait until tomorrow to do it at the execution ground. It's not easy to do it during the day. Besides, we have to take two people with us. Even if we leave Murong Bo and only take Murong Fu, it's not that easy.

He would never underestimate the imperial guards of Tokyo City, not to mention the existence of secret guards. Although he was confident that he could leave freely, it was difficult to take others with him. He couldn't just take a dead person out with him.

As time passed, it was already midnight. Murong Longcheng slowly stood up and headed towards the Ministry of Justice.

The Ministry of Justice's prison was at the rear of the government office and was very easy to find. He tried his best to avoid the soldiers on night patrol so as not to be discovered. After a while he had spotted the prison.

His plan was simple. He would take care of the soldiers guarding the gate, then go in, find the person and leave.

If the entrance to the prison was blocked by the imperial guards who came rushing in after hearing the noise, he would just break out of the prison from above, then head to the south city and jump out of the city wall. Although the Tokyo City was high, it could not stop him.

At this time, his figure swayed forward several times, like a black mist shadow, and he had arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Justice prison.

(End of this chapter)