You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

Chapter 67 Zhang Lihua: Why isn't he bothering me anymore?

Upon seeing these eight characters, Fan Qinghui's brows furrowed slightly.

My sect wants my senior sister and me to replace Wuhua, to sacrifice ourselves to the demon, and to control that tyrannical emperor!

Most disciples of Cihang Jingzhai have an arrogance that comes from their very bones, believing themselves to be otherworldly and different from ordinary people.

Even if it means sacrificing oneself to feed the demon, the targets are all chosen ones and unparalleled heroes!

What kind of person is Chen Shubao?

Although he had some skill, he used his influence to eliminate two powerful ministers.

In the end, he was just a lecherous man, a foolish and incompetent ruler, a monarch destined to bring about the downfall of his country!

More importantly————

This person's appearance and demeanor are too ordinary and lowly, similar to those of laborers who toil in the fields.

Cihang Jingzhai's method of physiognomy can not only judge a person's fate and future through their appearance, but also see through their bone structure and spirit to understand their destiny.

After her last visit, Fan Qinghui already felt contempt for Lu Zuoxin.

If it were Yang Guang, she wouldn't resist.

Even heroes like Li Yuan, Yang Su, and Han Qinhu are stronger than him!

"Miss Fan, why do you look so pale?"

Seeing her gloomy face and raised eyebrows, as if there was anger hidden within her, Song Que felt a sense of concern and walked over to ask her softly.

"None of your business!"

Fan Qinghui quickly put away the letter and gave a cold snort.

Immediately, he remembered that this man was the eldest son of the Song family of Lingnan, one of the nine great families of Southern Chen. Jingzhai could not afford to offend this man.

So, his tone softened a bit, and he forced a faint smile: "Young Master Song, I was quite troubled just now because of the internal strife within my sect."

Please forgive any impolite remarks.

He laughed.

She smiled at me!

Song Que's eyes lit up, and he was momentarily lost in thought, feeling that all the longing and sacrifices he had made during this time had been worthwhile.

The goddess smiled, and her beauty shone brightly.

Song Que felt an overwhelming urge to give his life to her!

"It's alright, it's alright————"

He quickly waved his hand and said, "When I'm in a bad mood, it's inevitable that my words will contain a hint of anger."

"have no idea----"

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Seeing this, Bi Xiuxin secretly clicked her tongue in amazement. How could the eldest son of the prestigious Lingnan Song Clan be so infatuated with Qinghui?

Fan Qinghui harbored deep-seated aversion to Song Que.

In terms of family background, appearance, talent, martial arts, and bloodline, he meets the criteria for sacrificing himself to feed the demon.

but----

One of Song Que's flaws made her feel an intense aversion to him!

Too cruel!

Not long ago, the two had walked hand in hand through the execution ground to watch the tyrannical emperor behead the Shen family members and the Shi family.

At that time, Fan Qinghui felt unbearable pain and said that the death penalty should not exist in the world. The Buddha's teachings are compassionate and should give even the most heinous criminals a chance to repent.

And what about Song Que?

But some people say that if someone commits a crime, they should be punished; otherwise, where is the fairness?

The two even had a debate about it and almost got into a fight.

From then on, Fan Qinghui felt that he lacked Buddhist nature and felt great disdain for him!

Criminals are human beings too, and they deserve care, understanding, and tolerance!

How could you kill him with a single blow?

besides----

Song Que believed that the punishment of exterminating nine generations of a family was an evil law, but the families of corrupt officials should also be punished to some extent.

After all, the families of corrupt officials also enjoy the various benefits and riches brought by these officials.

Isn't this a ridiculous theory?

What does it matter to the family members of a corrupt official no matter how much money he embezzles?

Do you have even a shred of compassion left?

A sliver of humanity?

Despite my dislike for them, I still have to try to win them over.

Fan Qinghui said in a friendly tone, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Song, but this is an internal matter of my sect, so I won't trouble you with it."

"oh."

Song Que thought about it and nodded, then asked, "Does Miss Qinghui have any free time? Just now, I—"

"My senior sister and I are going back to Qixia Temple for quiet meditation. Let's talk about it another day."

The more a man tries to please a woman, the more likely she is to look down on him, despise him, and belittle him.

not to mention----

This woman also loathed him to the core.

Before Song Que could finish speaking, Fan Qinghui softly refused, leaving without even saying goodbye, and departed with Bi Xiuxin.

"What a nice view----"

Gazing at Fan Qinghui's graceful back and slender figure, Song Que stood on the ancient path and murmured, "She's simply a goddess descended to earth!"

At the foot of Qixia Mountain, stone steps wind upwards, flanked by lush green grass and wildflowers, filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the fragrance of flowers.

"snort!"

"Does he even deserve it?"

Fan Qinghui couldn't understand it at all. Which of the demons raised by the holy maidens of Jingzhai throughout the ages wasn't a genius?

And that person—

He was just a king destined to lose his country, what was he anyway?

"He is indeed unworthy."

Bi Xiuxin's tone was calm, revealing no emotion: "But Master's arrangement must have a deeper meaning."

"You mean—" Fan Qinghui's eyes flickered slightly: "The Yin Gui Sect?"

Bi Xiuxin nodded and said, "That should be one of the reasons."

"Don't forget, the responsibility of Jingzhai is to assist the Mandate of Heaven, eliminate demons and uphold justice, and protect all living beings."

"Although the Southern Chen dynasty is nearing its end, it will still take another six or seven years to unify the country."

"In these six or seven years—"

"How far will the Yin Gui Sect grow in power during this opportunity?"

After a moment's thought, Fan Qinghui nodded and said, "Indeed, Wuhua has been relegated to the sidelines."

"And on the night of the palace coup, he most likely collaborated with the demoness of the Yin Gui sect."

"If he is surrounded by witches, not only will the Yin Gui Sect seize the opportunity to grow stronger, but it will also bring disaster to the country and its people."

"Six or seven years! I wonder how many people have suffered under its influence."

"Therefore," Bi Xiuxin's eyes lit up slightly, "we can feed the demon with our bodies, which will not only deal with the Yin Gui demoness, but also use Buddhist teachings to convert her and make her do more good deeds."

"Before the world is unified, do everything possible to save the people."

Fan Qinghui scoffed, "Senior sister is right. I'm just afraid he's too foolish and lacks the comprehension to grasp the true essence of Buddhism."

"well----"

Bi Xiuxin sighed softly, "Let's do our best."

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"Senior sister, have you figured out how to approach this deposed king?"

Bi Xiu thought for a moment: "Since Master Kuxin passed away, the position of National Preceptor of Southern Chen has remained vacant."

"Master Kuci is the best candidate. Once he takes the position of Imperial Preceptor, he can arrange for you and me to get in touch with the tyrannical emperor."

"Great idea!"

At this moment, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Lu Zuo sat cross-legged, holding the reflection written by Zhu Yuyan, lost in deep thought.

"Compared to Zhang Lihua's general explanation, Zhu Yuyan's insights are more specific."

"The so-called 'returning to the primordial energy' refers to reversing the flow of innate true energy, connecting it with the twenty-four divine spirits, and enabling the innate body to 'transform into a body that returns to its true nature.'"

The so-called Twenty-Four Gods refer to the twenty-four parts of the three elements of the human body.

The order is as follows: the brain spirit and essence, the hair spirit and radiance, the skin spirit and many powers, the eyes spirit and brightness, the neck marrow spirit and spiritual wisdom, the skeletal spirit and the root of will, the nose spirit and the tongue spirit and life.

Zhongyuan: Heart spirit Danyuan, Lung spirit Haohua, Liver spirit Longyan, Kidney spirit Xuanming, Gallbladder spirit Longyao, Spleen spirit Changshou, Stomach spirit Tongwei, Sanjiao spirit Shi.

——·Lower Yuan: The spirit of the seminal chamber is Tao Kang, the spirit of the large intestine is Zhao Teng, the spirit of the small intestine is Hu Sheng, the spirit of the bladder is Xu Ming, the spirit of the perineum is Qi Ming, the spirit of the Yongquan point is Yu Ying, the spirit of the four limbs and hundreds of bones is She Zhong, and the spirit of the Qi Sea is Chang Yuan.

"It can be said that this is a process of tempering the body, allowing the organs and limbs to return to their original state —"

"But the methods for going against the current vary from person to person, and every step is extremely dangerous."

"Try it slowly —"

With this thought in mind, Lu Zuo abandoned all distractions, calmed his mind and focused his spirit, guided his qi back to its origin, and gradually entered a state of forgetting himself and the world, and wandering in the vast emptiness.

The first step is to cultivate the mind and spirit.

This is the key part of the overall cultivation of the primordial spirit. It is the starting point of cultivation and also the key to the final step of "guarding the primordial spirit."

If this god can be tempered to perfection through the method of reversing the current, he will have a clear mind, no distracting thoughts, no inner demons, and a transformed perception.

Lu Zuo carefully and slowly unraveled the mystery from his dantian, drawing out a faint trace of innate true energy and guiding it upwards along the meridians.

Buzz!

The moment the innate true energy touched the root of the brain's spirit, a vast and resounding buzz suddenly echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately afterwards!

A sharp pain surged through my mind, as if a red-hot iron clamp had plunged into my brain!

In that instant, Lu Zuo felt his soul being pulled and torn apart by some force.

He trembled with pain, drenched in sweat, which soaked through his clothes in the blink of an eye, as if he had been washed.

Soon, a scorching heat emanated from his body, causing his sweat to evaporate and turn into wisps of white mist that permeated the area around the dragon bed, creating a hazy atmosphere.

The pain intensified, and as time went on, it spread not only to the brain but also throughout the entire body!

Every meridian, every acupoint, even every pore, sent shivers down my spine, a searing, excruciating sensation.

#!

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After a long while, Lu Zuo opened his eyes, cursing and shouting angrily, returning from his meditative state to reality.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

"Ugh—that fucking hurts!"

He failed to break through the barrier against the current.

It hurts so much!

"Is it because your willpower isn't strong enough?"

"Or is there some other reason?"

"never mind----"

"Let's ask Zhu Yuyan again sometime."

He looked up at the window and saw that night had fallen, so he ordered, "Someone come here."

"Put your carriage at Wanyi Pavilion."

If you have something to say, say it at length; if you don't, say it briefly.

Time flew by, and the next morning arrived.

[Missed the morning court session; internal strength +5.]

[Enchanted by beautiful women, internal strength +1.]

[Excessive indulgence in lust, bonus reward: Cultivation +1333.]

[Digging your own grave, bonus reward: Charm skill +50.]

[Leading a rebellion, utterly absurd, Dao Enlightenment +2.]

[Reusing a wicked concubine can bring ruin to a country; calligraphy +10, painting +10, chess +10, musical instrument skills +10.]

"Oh----"

Lu Zuo glanced at Li Qingmei, who was still fast asleep beside him, and chuckled to himself, "This woman is definitely suspicious. I wonder where she comes from?"

"Judging from the amount of cultivation points she provided, her strength is no weaker than Zhang Lihua's."

Lu Zuo had no intention of exposing Li Qingmei; he wanted to spend some time honing his skills and increasing his cultivation before making any moves!

The Cold Palace.

The morning light shone through the dilapidated windows, illuminating every detail of the dust floating in the hall.

In the corner, the faded curtains hung limply. "Sigh—"

A mournful sigh echoed within the cold, desolate palace.

Shen Wuhua sat at the pearwood table, staring blankly out the window, her expression conveying a sense of sorrow and numbness.

"Covering the Moon————"

"You're saying he didn't kill me? Does that mean he still remembers how good I was to him?"

Is there still room for maneuver?

"Senior Sister—" Yun Yanyue cried out in a low voice, her heart aching, "Why, why are you thinking about that tyrant?"

"What's so good about him?"

"He was nothing more than a monarch destined for the downfall of his kingdom!"

"Although he has the upper hand now, you are a disciple of Jingzhai, a true disciple of your master. What will happen when the Chen family is wiped out and the country is destroyed, and you become a homeless dog?"

"Senior sister can take revenge and trample him under her feet!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—"

Shen Wuhua nodded repeatedly, her eyes still numb: "I am a disciple of Jingzhai, he was merely a destined ruler of a fallen kingdom—"

"But..

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"But where is Jingzhai?"

"We're trapped in this desolate place; has our sect come to our rescue?"

Yun Yanyue took Shen Wuhua's cold, jade-like hand, her voice trembling, "Senior Sister, don't worry, the sect will not abandon us—"

"You, you have to hold on!"

In a courtyard in Jiankang City.

"Martial arts training is essentially a process of tempering the spirit, will, and body."

"It requires the work of a master craftsman forging iron, hammering and refining it a thousand times, removing the dross and keeping the essence, before it can be made into steel."

After messing with Li Qingmei for a while, he came to Zhu Yuyan for advice.

The latter first had Lu Zuo demonstrate the technique before speaking, "I want to—"

"It should be because they lack the tempering of life and death, which leads to a lack of firm will and an unstable primordial spirit."

Lu Zuo nodded, thinking to himself that he truly deserved to be the future sect leader of the Yin Gui Sect and a master of martial arts.

However, after practicing a few moves, he pointed out his own shortcomings and the root cause of his difficulty in making breakthroughs.

What I lack most right now is this word "tempering"!

Although he had been in several major battles, compared to the masters who walked on the edge of a knife year after year, he was just a flower grown in a greenhouse.

Then, Zhu Yuyan said, "There's more—"

"Just now, observing His Majesty's move, the framework of the technique was already in place, and the method was also present, but—"

She paused briefly, then added, "But it's too rigid and inflexible, lacking fluidity and adaptability in the flow of energy."

"I don't know when to accumulate, when to unleash, or when to flow like water around a stone, adapting to the situation."

"To be frank, even if Your Majesty has reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, if you were to encounter a newly entered Innate Realm cultivator who has survived countless battles—"

"The outcome is still uncertain!"

"If Your Majesty wishes to advance further, several life-or-death battles will be necessary."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "It seems I need to hone my skills a bit more."

Several days later, in the Imperial Study.

Zhang Lihua put down her imperial brush, leaned back slightly, sinking into the depths of the dragon throne, closed her eyes, and sighed softly, "Alas—"

"I never imagined handling government affairs could be so tiring?"

She gracefully stood up and stretched her slightly sore waist.

Suddenly, Zhang Lihua remembered something, walked gracefully to the door, pushed it open, and asked the eunuch guarding the room, "Did His Majesty not come again last night?"

"Your Majesty, His Majesty stayed at Wanyi Pavilion last night."

Haven't bothered me for several days in a row?

snort!

I'm finally free!

Boom!

She slammed the door shut, sat back on the dragon throne, and continued reviewing the memorials.

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