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Chapter 235: Chaos
He had just used the Phantom Yin Finger, but was wrapped in the death energy of Murong Longcheng's Fist of the North Star. They were pulling and attacking each other, and although it seemed like a short moment, they had actually competed in internal strength countless times.

But just when he didn't want to fight anymore and wanted to withdraw and change his tactics, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and an instant a flash of inspiration came to him. His skills were condensed and he realized another finger.

This finger is an epiphany based on the finger outside the illusory Yin.

Ever since his Phantom Yin Qi reached the first level of the twelfth floor, he had a vague feeling that something was not yet accomplished. No matter whether it was the scriptures or the finger techniques, he always felt that he had not reached the end.

Therefore, I have been pondering it in my mind for some time, and thinking about Gao Taotao's words at the beginning, there was a hidden meaning in it, and he also left finger gestures. I have already concluded that the Phantom Yin Sutra is incomplete, and the Phantom Yin Finger also lacks a follow-up.

The Huanyin Sutra preserved in the Shanhai Temple of the Southern Tang Dynasty is not a complete version. It does not mention the origin of this sutra, but only writes the name of Fan Changsheng. So there is another possibility.

The Huan Yin Sutra was not necessarily created by the immortal Fan Changsheng. It is possible that he passed it on by chance, and he did not get the complete version. The true origin of this sutra remains a mystery.

Zhao Ti also thought of one thing. On the day Gao Taotao died, the palace maid said that the grandmother burned a lot of things that seemed to be manuscripts, and they all turned to ashes.

This grandmother never wrote poetry or articles. Most of her family members lived in Tokyo. As the empress dowager, she would not have any correspondence with anyone. So what was burned?
If it was a secret letter from an outside party that one did not want others to see, it would have been burned after reading it, and would definitely not have waited until the end of one's life. So could it be that this grandmother had been deducing this sutra and writing it down on paper?
However, due to the bias of the deduction, it was not correct, except for one point, the others were wrong, so they were all burned at the moment of death?

This is very possible, Zhao Ti couldn't help but ponder. The grandmother was seriously injured at that time and said that there was no external medicine that could cure her. She might have believed in her heart that the Huanyin Sutra could cure her, but the Huanyin Sutra was incomplete, so she kept pondering. And she was immersed in this sutra every day for those two years. It was also reasonable that the manuscript she burned before her death was related to daily matters.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly frowned slightly, feeling the illusory Yin Qi surging in his body, like a churning sea of clouds, and his vision became a little dazed.

He took a deep breath in a hurry. What was going on? He had never noticed the Phantom Yin Qi in this state before.

He is currently injured, and Murong Longcheng's Fist of the North Star's deathly aura has not been completely eliminated. He is currently suppressing it with the phantom yin energy and is planning to return home to heal his wounds. Why is he rioting now?

At this time, the commander of the city defense in front inspected Murong Longcheng and came to report: "Your Majesty, the traitor seems to be dead."

"Dead?" Zhao Ti tried hard to control the throbbing true energy in his body and walked forward to watch.

He didn't believe that Murong Longcheng would die so easily. He had just figured out the second finger and used it hastily. He was not very skilled in its operation and did not use his full strength.

Moreover, Murong Longcheng is different from others. He has the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique. When seriously injured, this function can instantly protect the heart meridians and put the person in a state of suspended animation, unnoticed by the outside world.

Zhao Ti checked Murong Longcheng's breathing and felt his pulse. There was indeed no sign of life in him. He seemed to have died and his body had gone cold.

He thought about it, then transferred the true Qi of the Great Circulation of Heaven and Earth to the opponent's Dan Zhong acupoint. He closed his eyes slightly, and felt it carefully. After a while, he smiled.

As expected, he was not completely dead. This state of suspended animation was extremely concealed and could not be detected by other methods. It could only be discovered by using the same kind of internal force.

Murong Longcheng's body had completely turned into a zombie state at this time, even drier than a zombie, with skin tightly attached to bones, and flesh, meridians, etc. shrunk almost invisible, as if this could reduce the consumption to an extremely small amount.

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment. The last time, Murong Longcheng was seriously injured and faked his death. He woke up more than a hundred years later. Wouldn’t it take that long this time?

He still had some important questions to ask the other party. If things went wrong, he would just cut the other party into pieces and completely kill him. After all, there was no point in killing a person who had not been tried while still alive.

However, he had not figured out how to wake the other party up at the moment. This matter needed careful consideration and long-term planning.

At this time, he raised his hand and pressed eighteen acupoints on Murong Longcheng's body without caring whether it was effective or not. Then he said, "Take him to the military prison temporarily and reinforce him with a few chains." The military commander said, "Your Majesty, do you want to tie up the scapula?"

Zhao Ti hesitated for two breaths and said, "Not for now. This man may not wake up for half a day. I will report to His Majesty and then see how to deal with him."

Watching the soldiers carrying Murong Longcheng away, he walked towards the battlements and saw a vast expanse of darkness in the distance. Dawn was approaching, and this was the last darkness before dawn.

The three people who went to chase Murong Fu have not returned yet. Those three people are all very skilled in martial arts. Logically speaking, even though Murong Fu ran away a while earlier, they should have no problem catching up with him.

He stood still for a moment, then went down the city toward the palace.

Zhao Xu was not resting at this time. He had already come from the Funing Palace to the imperial study in front. It seemed that he planned to go to court directly from here.

Seeing him coming, Zhao Xu asked inquiringly, "Has the Prince of Yan also gone to the Ministry of Justice? How is the situation?"

Zhao Ti recounted the story, and Zhao Xu frowned: "Fake death?"

Zhao Ti nodded and briefly described the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique. Zhao Xu nodded: "It is indeed a strange martial art."

Zhao Ti said: "Your Majesty, I don't know when this man will wake up. I have already detained him in the military prison."

Zhao Xu said, "Prince Yan, please do as you see fit. Since he is not dead, we must interrogate him before dealing with him. But don't let him get away. If he gets away with martial arts like this, he could become a serious threat."

Zhao Ti said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know what's going on."

Zhao Xu thought for a moment and looked outside. The sky was already turning pale, the morning light was breaking through, and it was already bright.

He said, "Prince Yan does not need to return home. Just have breakfast with me and then go to court."

Zhao Ti naturally had no objection. After a while, the imperial kitchen brought breakfast over. After the two of them finished eating, they were about to go to the Purple Palace when suddenly someone outside brought in a memorial.

Tan Zhen presented the memorial to Zhao Xu, who read it and murmured, "Murong Fu is missing, and those who were looking for him have not found any trace of him. We have already sent more people to look for him."

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly. Based on the martial arts skills of those three men, they would definitely be able to catch up with them. How come they didn’t find them?
Zhao Xu said: "This man is nothing. His martial arts skills are not high. He is just wishful thinking. Unlike other rebels, he wants to restore the Yan Kingdom hundreds of years ago. It's quite funny. Don't worry too much about him."

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right. It is indeed a wild idea."

Zhao Xu said, "As long as we can catch him, it will be fine. Since we haven't found him yet, there is no need to rush. I will ask the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple to go to sea to capture the official document. However, the old man who broke into the prison has extraordinary martial arts skills. It will be a great achievement if he is caught."

Zhao Ti said: "I will find a way to wake him up and interrogate him in detail."

Zhao Xu nodded, and then the two of them went to court, where they discussed the military affairs of Longyou and Western Xia until noon.

After returning home, Zhao Ti felt that the illusory Yin Qi in his body was increasingly rampant and chaotic. He asked Ah Zhu and Lan Jian to add water to the bathing room, and then walked in.

(End of this chapter)