If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Consort De had grown up in the inner chambers since childhood and lived in the deep palace for a long time after entering the palace. She had never seen such a bloody scene with her own eyes.

In addition, having just been flogged, his mind couldn't withstand the shock, and he fainted, collapsing onto the torture bench.

Chu Yuan reached out and nudged the motionless Consort De, but saw that his mother did not respond at all.

In his mind, his mother had been beaten to death by the two eunuchs.

Overwhelming grief and rage instantly consumed Chu Yuan's already limited mental capacity.

His eyes were bloodshot, he had gone completely mad, and he turned and charged straight at Consort Li and her entourage of maids who had followed him.

Consort Li and her maids screamed in terror when they saw Chu rushing towards them like a madman.

Everyone abandoned all decorum and retreated one after another, hastily dodging.

Several loyal eunuchs who usually guarded Consort Li quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Chu Yuan, trying to stop him and give Consort Li time to escape.

These ordinary eunuchs were no match for Chu Yuan, who had practiced martial arts for many years and possessed astonishing brute strength.

In a short while, the men were punched one after another and all fell to the ground unconscious.

At this critical moment, the palace guards stationed outside Jingyang Palace heard the commotion inside the courtyard, rushed in, and surrounded Chu Yuan.

All the guards were armed with swords, but none of them dared to use their weapons to harm the Eighth Prince.

The guards planned to subdue Chu Yuan using only their fists and feet.

Completely enraged, Chu Yuan ignored the group of guards who had surrounded him.

He spotted a longsword hanging at the waist of a guard, reached out and pulled it out, then charged into the crowd with the sword in hand.

The guards dared not harm him and could only use their bodies to block Chu Yuan's attacks.

In a short while, the air inside the Jingyang Palace courtyard was thick with the smell of blood.

News of the chaos in Jingyang Palace quickly reached Emperor Renzong's ears.

Upon hearing what had happened, Emperor Renzong immediately issued an edict ordering two of the palace's top experts to capture Chu Yuan.

The imperial guards arrived at the scene and acted swiftly and decisively, subduing the exhausted Chu Yuan in no time.

Although he was restrained, Chu Yuan did not calm down.

He struggled and roared incessantly, but the frenzied killing intent emanating from him only grew stronger.

Consort De soon awoke from her coma, but even she couldn't calm the frenzied Chu Yuan.

The imperial physicians took turns examining Chu Yuan, but all were helpless and could not find a way to quell the surging murderous intent in his heart.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Emperor Renzong finally ordered that Chu Yuan be sent to Xiangguo Temple, hoping to rely on Buddhism to gradually dispel the violence and murderous intent in Chu Yuan's heart.

On the other side, Consort Li, who was in charge that day, had already been terrified by Chu Yuan's madness.

She ran to Emperor Renzong in tears seeking comfort, but was instead reprimanded by him.

They said she didn't know her place and shouldn't have bothered arguing with a fool.

Inside Xiangguo Temple, Chu Yuan was locked in an iron cage.

In a secluded courtyard of Xiangguo Temple, Chu Yuan was placed inside a huge iron cage.

The iron cage was cast from thick, refined iron, with narrow gaps, making it unbreakable.

Chu Yuan would suddenly leap up from time to time, his body slamming against the cage walls, his limbs struggling incessantly, trying to hurt someone.

Heavy iron chains firmly bound his hands and feet, with the other end of the chains welded to the iron cage frame. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

After careful consideration, the abbot of the temple decided to send the monk Ikkyu, who had the highest level of Buddhist practice in the temple, to take care of Chu Yuan.

This monk, Yixiu, not only held a very high position in Xiangguo Temple, but his reputation was also widespread throughout the entire Northern Shuo Kingdom.

Many strange stories about his birth circulate among the people.

Legend has it that on the day he was born, the Ashoka tree planted in the capital of Beishuo bloomed on its own, even though there was no wind, and golden light flowed slowly between the flowers and leaves.

The moment Ikkyu landed, fragrant flowers fell from the sky, and the entire city of Beishuo was instantly illuminated.

The insects and ants hiding in the shadows all stopped chirping, and the world was completely silent.

Unlike other babies, Ikkyu did not cry or fuss when he was born.

After he landed, seven lotus flowers appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, and the lotus flowers carried him forward seven steps.

The child pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the ground, his loud voice echoing all around, declaring, "Above and below the heavens, I alone am supreme."

Upon hearing of the strange phenomenon, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple rushed to the place where the monk Ikkyu was born.

He leaned closer to look and saw that the infant had white hairs swirling between its eyebrows, double pupils in its eyes, and thirty-two auspicious marks and eighty secondary marks on its body.

Even with each breath, it exudes a unique fragrance, completely devoid of the earthy smell of ordinary people.

Another strange thing happened: only seven days after Ikkyu was born, his birth mother passed away peacefully.

Many people privately speculate that the child's origins were so extraordinary that his birth mother could not be kept in the mortal world.

The vast majority of people believe that these bizarre legends are fabricated by Xiangguo Temple to attract worshippers and accumulate incense offerings, in order to spread the word about the supernatural.

Even if the rumors are hard to verify, no one can deny Ikkyu's extraordinary talent.

He entered the temple to practice Buddhism at a young age, and read and studied all the Buddhist scriptures stored in the temple.

He was intimately familiar with all kinds of Buddhist doctrines and could quote them offhand.

Upon reaching adulthood, Ikkyu began to retreat into seclusion and no longer easily appeared in public.

This period of seclusion lasted for decades.

If Chu Yuan's matter hadn't been so troublesome that all the monks in the temple were at a loss, the abbot wouldn't have made an exception and personally gone to invite Ikkyu, who had been in seclusion for many years, out of the temple.

Ikkyu slowly walked to the iron cage and looked at Chu Yuan, who was inside looking like a madman.

Chu Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaved with heavy breathing, and he kept tugging at the iron chains on his hands and feet, which rattled and clanged.

Ikkyu stood still, his gaze fixed on Chu Yuan, staring at him quietly for a moment.

A strange light flashed across his normally calm eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.

The abbot led the other monks out of the secluded courtyard one after another, leaving only Ikkyu and Chu Yuan, who was inside the iron cage, in the courtyard.

Ikkyu bent his knees and sat cross-legged on the ground directly in front of the iron cage.

He sat upright, his posture steady, his gaze never leaving Chu Yuan in the cage.

He placed his hands on his knees and slowly opened his lips.

"Amitabha."

"It turns out that you, benefactor, are like this old monk, someone whose true spirit has been damaged."

"Meeting is fate. Today, this old monk has helped you escape the sea of ​​suffering. In the next life, I hope you can also help me escape the sea of ​​suffering."

Ikkyu spoke slowly and deliberately, each word clearly reaching Chu Yuan's ears inside the iron cage.

After saying this, he began to recite the scriptures.

A strange and awkward scripture came out of his mouth, and Chu Yuan, who had been constantly roaring in a low voice and occasionally ramming his body against the iron cage, suddenly burst out.

As the sound of the scriptures continued to enter his ears, his restless movements gradually subsided.

The relentless impact ceased, and the force pulling on the chain gradually weakened.

The continuous roaring in his throat gradually subsided and finally stopped completely.

Those bloodshot, manic eyes gradually lost focus, and the tense muscles in his body slowly relaxed.

Chu Yuan stopped struggling and quietly stayed in the iron cage, gradually calming down.