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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 391: Cultivation

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    Chapter 391 Cultivation

    He stood up from his chair, walked around with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows knitted together on his temples, and he was silent, walking back and forth more than a dozen times.

    He walked faster and faster, clenching his hands tightly together, then slowly loosening them again, and his pace slowed down.

    The old Taoist priest understood that this was a decision made by the officials.

    He stopped and turned to look at the old Taoist priest: "Master, tell me the truth, can my illness be cured?"

    The old Taoist priest stroked his temples, lowered his eyes, and thought slightly: "This"

    "So, my illness is really incurable?!" Zhe Zong's face darkened and he asked slowly, his voice cold.

    The old Taoist priest raised his head and sighed softly: "I dare not deceive Your Majesty It will be extremely difficult for Your Majesty's body to recover. The only way is to nurse it back to health slowly"

    Zhe Zong waved his hand to interrupt him and asked in a deep voice: "Then the Imperial Master said, how long can I live?!"

    The old Taoist priest remained silent, shook his head, and sighed.

    Zhe Zong looked gloomy and walked around panting. He suddenly burst into laughter, waving his arms and laughing loudly, with a somewhat crazy look.

    The old Taoist priest stared at him closely. Seeing that Zhe Zong was wrong, he clasped his hands together and slowly said: "Immortal-life-Buddha-!"

    The sound was clear and slow, like a bell in a temple. It swayed out smoothly and flooded the entire Chui Gong Hall. It was neither slow nor fast, neither high nor low.

    The laughter suddenly subsided. Zhezong closed his mouth and gasped hard. His chest heaved violently, his face turned red and faintly livid.

    "Master, is there really no cure for me?!" He asked unwillingly, staring into the eyes of the old Taoist priest under his frosty eyebrows.

    The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty, if you practice hard and use the Nine Reincarnations Pill, you may have a chance of survival."

    "A glimmer of hope?!" Zhezong shook his head and smiled bitterly, sighing, feeble and powerless, and suddenly seemed to have aged for more than ten years.

    God, this is so unfair. After being the emperor for so many years, I finally felt proud and proud. I was about to make a big difference, but my body collapsed!  Not willing to give in, really not willing to give in!

    He clenched his fists tightly, took two steps slowly, sat back in the chair, his expression was decadent, his energy and energy were suddenly taken away, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "According to what the Imperial Master sees, how long can I live?!"

    "This" The old Taoist priest caressed his silver beard and said nothing, lowering his eyes without looking at him.

    Zhezong waved his hand, sighed, and said: "Master, just tell me! I wish I was well prepared, there are still many things I have to arrange."

    The old Taoist priest nodded slowly, with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "According to what I see, I should have half a year to live!"

    "Haha, I can still live for half a year! I can still live for half a year!" Zhe Zong laughed again, showing desolation, helplessness, unwillingness, and inexplicable complexity.

    "Your Majesty is the son of Heaven, but if you have a chance of survival, you must not give up. To fight for your life with Heaven, you need to be brave and diligent, and be fearless!" the old Taoist priest said solemnly.

    Zhe Zong perked up and nodded slowly: "Yes, I am the emperor, not a mortal. I cannot just accept the mercy of God!"

    "Exactly!" A smile appeared on the old Taoist priest's plain face.

    Zhe Zong slapped the armrests of the chair with both hands: "Okay, I have made up my mind. I will start practicing the heart secrets given by Mr. Xiao and fight to the death!"

    "Your Majesty!" The old Taoist priest looked startled and shouted hurriedly.

    Zhe Zong waved his hand and said with a faint smile: "Master, there is no need to persuade me any more!  Master's mental method is very difficult for me to practice. If I want to make progress, it is too difficult, so why not try Mr. Xiao's method!"

    "Your Majesty, this poor Taoist has something to say, and he must say it!" The old Taoist shook his fly whisk, bowed his head, and stared at Zhe Zong with an unusually solemn expression.

    "Then the Imperial Master will tell you." Zhe Zong said calmly.

    "Your Majesty, the mental method taught by the poor Taoist is the most advanced mental method of our Shenxiao sect. It is extremely powerful, so it is difficult to practice. But if you succeed, you will naturally be able to communicate with heaven and earth, and your lifespan will be greatly increased!" The old Taoist priest said solemnly!  road.

    "Yeah." Zhezong nodded and motioned for him to continue.

    The old Taoist priest added: "Your Majesty's cultivation has just entered the wonderful realm. It is the critical moment. It is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You must not give up halfway!"

    "This technique is indeed good and has the effect of strengthening the body." Zhe Zong nodded.

    The old Taoist priest's face was as dark as water, his Taoist robes fluttered faintly, as if blown by a strong wind, and his voice was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning: "Your Majesty, the mental method of our sect is fierce, fierce and overbearing. If you change to other mental methods at this time, there will be endless troubles and even injuries.  , the most important thing is life"

    "So dangerous?!" Zhe Zong frowned and looked hesitant.The old Taoist priest nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "That's not the case. I will never object to Your Majesty giving it a try!  There are so many wonders in the world, maybe this method is really effective."

    The old Taoist priest added: "If this secret formula were obtained from a cultivator, I would not say much, but a person from the martial arts world would never dare to take such a dangerous risk!"

    Zhe Zong nodded in deep thought, thought for a while, and raised his head: "I have made up my mind! Imperial Master, I am by no means a person who just waits for death. If I don't give it a try, I really won't be willing to do it!"

    The old Taoist priest sighed and nodded slowly, his face solemn and helpless.

    He stroked his beard and said slowly: "Your Majesty has made up his mind, and Pindao won't say much However, Your Majesty must be fully prepared! Pindao must be on the side to protect the law!"

    Zhe Zong smiled and nodded: "Well, I'm here to help you, the Imperial Master!"

    He was very satisfied. The imperial master did not get upset because of this and ignored him. This shows that he has an extraordinary mind and is not comparable to ordinary people.

    "Your Majesty, I'm just a poor Taoist. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it, so I'd like to ask a few elders to worship you!" the old Taoist priest said slowly, with a calm expression and a hint of worry.

    He understands his master's secret method. This method is extremely powerful, but it is also overbearing. If he practices other mental methods, he is afraid that there will be conflicts.

    But the words have been spoken, and His Majesty does not accept them or listen to them, but there is nothing he can do. He can only keep a close eye on them, so that if anything happens, he can remedy the situation.

    "If the power of the mind method is not strong, it will be resolved immediately by Shenxiao's secret method. If it is strong, it will be bad. If two tigers fight against each other, Your Majesty will be injured."

    "However, this situation is just in case, and he doesn't take it seriously.

    The power of Shenxiao's secret method is very powerful, one of the best in the universe. Moreover, His Majesty has been practicing for so long and has a good foundation. No matter how powerful this new mental method is, it will be difficult to match it.

    But when it comes to His Majesty, we must do everything possible and leave no room for chance.

    After he retreated, Zhezong immediately summoned several ministers and went to the harem to meet Empress Dowager Xiang, Concubine Liu Xian, and his only son Zhao Mao.

    In the evening, an imperial edict suddenly came down from the palace. Concubine Liu Xian of the Jin Dynasty was made queen and Wang Mao of Yue was made the prince. No violation is allowed.

    The ministers were discussing one after another. The establishment of a queen and a prince were all important matters of the country and needed to be discussed and decided with the ministers. Why was it done in such a hurry?

    The ministers were about to hold a discussion when they went to court the next day, but there was an imperial edict that they would not attend the morning meeting for the time being. We would let them know when the meeting would be held again.

    People in both the government and the public were anxious to find out what happened, but there was no sign of the emperor. Even the people in the Privy Council could not see the emperor, so they were helpless.

    Yanfu Palace

    The sun has just risen, the fog has not dissipated, the air is fresh and pleasant, the bright sunshine shines on the leaves, and the dewdrops are crystal clear, like pearls.

    In the Yanfu Palace, it was solemn and solemn. After Zhezong burned incense and bathed, he was dressed in a wide purple robe and sat cross-legged on a low couch, surrounded by seven futons and seven people sitting on them, surrounding him in the middle.

    Seven people sit according to the seven stars of Tiangang and the Big Dipper. The old Taoist priest with a silver beard sits on the Tianshu position. Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang each sit an old man.

    They all have different appearances and temperaments. They all sit behind the curtains, motionless. They all look old and have no vitality. They seem to be old and useless.

    But they are enshrined in the imperial palace, with a transcendent status and extremely profound martial arts skills. If one of them is released from the martial arts world and stamps his feet, the whole martial arts world will tremble.

    The old Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly and concentrated on Zhe Zong.

    Zhezong glanced around, smiled slightly, and slowly closed his eyes. A mantra flowed slowly in his mind, like a stream.

    One word after another, each word was smooth and elegant, slowly appearing in front of his eyes, flowing straight to the bottom of his heart. He felt that he understood the meaning of it all at once, and there was no longer any hindrance.

    As each word circulates in the heart, Qi is activated and circulates in the body.

    A smile appeared on his face, and this breath circulated for a week. It felt like he was immersed in warm spring water. His whole body felt so comfortable that it was indescribable. He wished he could stay here forever.

    "Pfft!" His expression changed, and he suddenly raised his head, and a blood arrow shot out, hitting the old Taoist priest in the middle.
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