Yu Dao Qiankun

Chapter 209 The Coffin Comes to the Door
Peng Yu and Zhuan Yun were busy in Youtan Huahai for three consecutive days.

Even Peng Yu used the excuse of "retreating to clean up" and spent the day in the sea of ​​flowers looking for memory fragments.

However, Peng Yu's celestial art has improved, and Kunwu's divine art has advanced further, but he still hasn't found a way for Linghuang to save people.

"Okay, we can't continue."

Zhuan Yun closed the fairy cauldron to prevent Peng Yu from continuing to dream: "Look at your current appearance, if you persist, I'm afraid you will have to take a step first. My family does not accept this responsibility."

Peng Yu was exhausted at the moment, his face was haggard, and he really couldn't hold on anymore.

"Then I'll go back later."

Teleport back, lying on the bed and falling asleep.This sleep lasted for eight hours, and his dream was muddled. He saw the battle between Emperor Ling and King Gaoyang, and also saw Emperor Li massacre blood relatives.In the end, he was standing in a mourning hall.

There was a nanmu coffin in front of it, with long white flags floating on both sides, and the sound of mourning and crying behind it.

Suddenly, the cries became louder and louder, and Peng Yu was awakened.

I don't remember much about the dream, but the nanmu coffin...

Peng Yu rubbed his forehead, got up, changed his clothes, and walked out of the quiet room.

When Fang Ji saw Peng Yu, he hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness, hurry up and help me. Something happened to Yuan Qi!"

"Yuanqi?" Peng Yu thought of something, and hurried to the gate of Wuhua Palace.

Xiao Mujin, Qiong Yun and others were all there, as well as the generals Chunyu Ziheng and Liu Shichong sent by Tiangong.

Across the crowd, Peng Yu saw that Yuan Qi and the two young eunuchs had been captured.

Yuan Qi's expression did not change, he calmly faced everyone.But the two young eunuchs were trembling and had already cried out, turning over all the money they had collected in the past few days and begging for mercy.

Peng Yu instantly understood what happened, and without waiting for Liu Shichong to come over to explain, he waved his hand directly: "Okay, let them go, this is Gu's meaning, ask about the situation over there, are they guilty? Or, the three of them Infected too?"

Xiao Mujin and Qiong Yun looked at each other: Yes - I know what His Highness meant.

Qiong Yun said: "Yuan Qi violated His Majesty's imperial order and inquired about the Simu Palace. There is no disease at the moment, but we must guard against it. We will make a fuss after we check."

Peng Yu snorted and smiled, and waved a white light to cover Yuan Qi.

The white light flickered for a while and then dissipated by itself.

"The orphan has checked himself, and there is no source of disease on him, can you rest assured?"

"As for his inquiring about the Simu Palace, I will explain it to my father alone later."

"I have something to do, I'm alone, you all go away. Fang Ji, help these two boys up, what is it like to cry and cry. You are doing things for the lonely, even if there is punishment, you have to come alone."

Everyone also knew that Yuan Qi was following orders, and seeing Peng Yu stepping up to protect him, he had no choice but to give up.

Chunyu Ziheng said: "Your Highness, I will report this matter to His Majesty. Before that, please take care of these three people, Your Highness, and don't let them run away."

"Let them stay in the darkroom of Wuhua Palace, what does the general think?"

At this time, Peng Yu looked in the direction of Simu Palace.

Eight men in black robes carried a pair of nanmu coffins and walked slowly into the Simu Palace.

He suddenly changed his face: "What's going on? Coffin? What are you doing with the coffin?"

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions hesitated to speak.

"Why don't you speak?"

An ominous premonition arose in Peng Yu's heart, and he raised his foot to go to Simu Palace.

Everyone hurriedly stopped him, Xiao Muyu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, he's fine, it's just..."

"It's all right? It's all right. What are you doing with the coffin?" After speaking, Peng Yu frowned: "I'm so happy? Have you reached this point?"

There is a custom in the Dakun Dynasty to place a coffin when you are seriously ill and dying.If you can't make it through, you will go directly to the coffin.

But how old is Zhuan Yang, how did he reach this critical stage?
Xiao Muyu was silent.

That's right, Zhuan Yang's situation is very bad.He was out of breath last night, and it was brought back alive by a few imperial doctors with their supernatural powers.According to Wang Jian, Zhuan Yang is not inferior to the sixth prince this time.

"Where's his pulse case? Take all the pulse cases in the past few days!"

Xiao Mujin took a step forward and was about to hand it over.Qiong Yun immediately grabbed her and shook her head slightly.

But Peng Yu saw it, and used "Testing Bag to Get Objects" to take out the pulse case from Xiao Muyu's pocket.

Looking through the three-day records, Peng Yu's face became more and more ugly.

"What's the matter with this medicine?"

The medicine soup in the past two days has not changed, it is just the medicine for nourishing Qi and cultivating vitality, and it can't cure smallpox at all.

Everyone looked at each other, and many people were puzzled.

This pulse case was stolen by Yuan Qi, and many people have never seen it.Only Xiao Mujin and Qiong Yun saw it just now and put it away.

Facing Peng Yu's questioning, everyone naturally couldn't answer.

"Go, find a few imperial physicians, and ask yourself."

When Chunyu Ziheng heard the words, he directly vetoed it: "Your Highness, you are not allowed to have contact with people from Simu Palace."

"It's okay if you don't touch, let them send a letter! It can't be impossible to deliver a letter, right? They didn't let the coffin be carried in? If the letter can't be delivered, then use the double-sided mirror and talk directly face to face. "

Unable to resist Peng Yu, coupled with the persuasion of Wang Bozheng and others, Chunyu Ziheng finally gave in and sent someone to Simu Palace to contact.

Fang Ji called out a wooden chair and asked Peng Yu to sit down and wait.

Soon, the two sides set up a spiritual mirror.

Seeing Wang Jian and the others on the opposite side, Peng Yu asked directly: "What's the situation? Turn the mirror in one direction, just to take a look at Zhuan Yang."

On the opposite side of the mirror, except for a few imperial physicians, the back was covered by black banners, and Zhuan Yang and the surrounding environment could not be seen at all.

An imperial physician cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, be safe and don't be impatient. The third son is recuperating and cannot see anyone."

"Cultivation? Cultivation until you send the coffin?" Peng Yu was furious: "Old Wang, come and talk. Tell yourself whether Zhuanyang is dead or alive now."

Don't let outsiders get close, could it be that there are no more people, and you plan to announce the death in three days?

Wang Jian hurriedly said: "Your Highness must not speak like this. It's too unlucky! Although Boy Yang is seriously ill, he can still hold on. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him. You can rest assured."

"Don't worry, don't worry that you will send the coffin?"

An imperial doctor defended, "We did this because we just wanted to use the coffin to celebrate and pray for God's will..."

"God's will?" Peng Yu was furious: "Gu never believed in the sky, nor did he believe in fate. What Gu wants is for you living people to rescue him and bring him back to life."

"Don't fool Gu with some ordinary medicine soup, Gu also knows medical skills! If you dare to be so lazy, you don't have to fight Gu later. Believe it or not, Marquis Yunyang will kill you directly!"

Facing the furious young man, Wang Jian was very helpless: "Your Highness calm down. We will re-prescribe the medicine immediately."

Wang Bozheng and others also quickly persuaded Peng Yu to be at ease.By the way, they are also trying to lay the groundwork to comfort this young man who has lost his friend.

"Your Highness, life and death are determined, and fortune and misfortune are up to the heavens. Whatever we can do, we can do our best and be ashamed of ourselves. As for the others... don't force yourself—"

"Don't force it? I want to force it!" Peng Yu coldly glanced over, it was Lai Heng's words.

"In this world, as long as you want to do anything, there is nothing you can't do. Zhuan Yang's life is guaranteed!"

Putting down the pulse case, Peng Yu turned and left.

After taking two steps, he shouted at Yuan Qi: "I still don't follow up!"

Yuan Qi got up, brushed off the dirt on his body, and followed with Fang Ji.

Peng Yu has self-knowledge.Those people will definitely not let themselves get close to the Simu Palace, but...

Back in the quiet room of the side hall, he ordered: "You stay at the door."

"Your Highness—"

Yuan Qi called Peng Yu to stop, but seeing Peng Yu's cannibalistic gaze, he swallowed back what he said.

He knew what His Highness wanted to do.

If you can't go there in the open, then sneak in.

After thinking about it, Yuan Qi gritted his teeth: "Your Highness, I will go with you!"

"You? Forget it, I'm not afraid of evil spirits, but your body can't handle it."

After closing the door, Peng Yu teleported to Simu Palace.

The eight men in black robes carried the nanmu coffin to Dongkua courtyard, and he followed up.

Wang Jian was waiting for the imperial physician at the door.Wearing masks, they waited and watched the vitality of Dongkuayuan while cooking soup and medicine.

Dongkuayuan was blocked by a layer of golden fairy art.The dark red magic mist in the sky opened its teeth and claws, frequently hitting the blockade.And in the magic mist, the pillar of air that symbolized Zhuan Yang became thinner and thinner.Intermittent qi and blood rushed into the sky, as if it would be drowned by the magic mist in the next moment.

Not far from the imperial physicians, spiritual mirrors and black banners were also placed.

"Okay, dare you all block the Dongkua courtyard, so you don't stay in it anymore?"

Peng Yu gritted his teeth angrily.

Those black robes said humanely: "Master Wang, the coffin has been delivered. Would you like to check it?"

Looking at the thousand-year-old nanmu coffin in front of him, Wang Jian sighed, waved his hands and said, "That's fine, let's go."

He walked to the side, looked at the medicine stove, and put a batch of medicine himself from time to time.

Peng Yu went invisibly, and the pot of medicine did not change from the record on the pulse record. At most, it added a little bit of medicinal properties and used a few changes, but the essence remained the same.

The young man couldn't help but wanted to summon Mi Luo Huangji Seal, but he held back.

Taking out the infinite bead, he quickly passed through the restriction.

The moment he entered Dongkuayuan, Peng Yu seemed to have entered a demon realm.

This is a more sinister realm than the Linghuang Palace.Numerous sarcomas crawled on the wall, and humanoid monsters struggled on the surface of the sarcomas, roaring at Peng Yu.Several pox demons rushed away from the sarcoma and rushed towards Peng Yu.

bang—bang bang—

The sky is full of energy, and the sick ones fly out.

"This smallpox is more severe than I expected. I'm afraid the pox god to be born is not a loose fairy, but a real fairy?"

But fortunately, even if the evil mist of the acne god broke out in the past two days, it did not infect other people, as if the curse was only aimed at Zhuan Yang.

Coming to the door and passing by, Peng Yu saw Zhuan Yang sitting up.

That's right, at this moment Zhuan Yang struggled to sit up, pressed his palms together, and opened a red circle.

He is using Haotian Gangjin to forcibly suppress the pox poison, intending to save himself.

Seeing the acne poison on Zhuan Yang's body, Peng Yu became angry: "If I don't come in, they will really sit back and watch Zhuan Yang die!"

The pox demon is so evil that the imperial physicians dare not let the maids get close.After the entire Dongkua hospital was sealed off, the imperial physicians kept away from them except for letting puppets come in to deliver medicine every day.

The decoction can only prolong Zhuan Yang's life, as to whether it can resist the pox poison, it depends on Zhuan Yang's own skill.This... This is clearly watching him die!
Peng Yu lost his temper and kicked the low stool in front of him.

Hearing the movement, Zhuan Yang opened his eyes and saw Peng Yu standing in front of him.

First he frowned, and then saw the Huntian Gangqi barrier, and his sword eyebrows stretched a little.

"Why are you here again?"

"Come and take a look." Peng Yu worried that Zhuan Yang didn't know his situation, so he didn't mention the coffin outside, but only asked about Zhuan Yang's physical condition.

"It's average. Although I feel weak, those dirty things have been absorbing my vitality. But the fairy medicine made by Wang Lao is not bad, at least my vitality can still last."

The imperial physicians dare not come in, but the elixir that comes in every day is definitely made from first-class spiritual materials, and they cook it by themselves, without any laziness.

Peng Yu checked the remaining medicine bowl, and his complexion improved a little.

It's not that those imperial physicians didn't try their best, but they really had no choice but to pin their hopes on Zhuan Yang and let him suffer slowly.

"By the way, my coffin has been placed outside?"

Seeing that Peng Yu's face turned black, Zhuan Yang grinned: "I'm not stupid. The puppet man came to deliver medicine these few days, and the magic fog in the yard shows that my smallpox curse is out of control. They didn't It's a good way, I can only let myself survive."

"Don't be so unhappy, and don't blame them. Mr. Wang and the others have tried their best these days. But my family will have to go through this, and they will fly through the sky. If they can't survive, they will be buried in the coffin."

Zhuan Yang didn't want to die, but facing his friends for many years, he deliberately put on a relaxed posture.

Peng Yu stepped forward and wanted to reach out to check, but Zhuan Yang opened it.

"Don't touch me, if something happens to you again, all the soldiers will be buried with you in Simu Palace, Wuhua Palace, and even the checkpoint where General Nangong is."

"I'll just take a look." Peng Yu brushed off his clothes, revealing pus-filled lesions underneath.

Worlds are bred in those flower-like pustules.In the center of every world sits a pox god.They are majestic treasures, dressed in golden gowns, like holy gods, smiling at Peng Yu.

"Hmph!" Peng Yu stretched out his hand and pointed, and Qian Kun swept away all the acne gods with one qi.Squeeze the seal formula with your hands, and the big mudra of Mi Luo will refine and kill all the acne gods.

But soon, new acne gods were born in those pustules.

Peng Yu made another move, but when this group of acne gods died, a new acne god was born.

Zhuan Yang: "It's useless. I've tried many methods. As long as I can't eradicate them, these dirty things will keep growing."

"But at least it can relieve you a little bit, and it can also weaken the curse a little bit. I don't believe it, the power of this curse is really endless."

Zhuan Yang smiled wryly, and could only let Peng Yu do it.

But after tossing for half an hour, Zhuan Yang lost his energy and fell asleep instead.

Peng Yu did it a few more times, but had to give up.

"These acne gods are not rootless, and we still have to start from the source. Let Zhuan Yang produce antibodies in his body—it's been so long, can't he still produce antibodies? Why is his body so weak? This is the real body of Tianwu. "

Dakun treats smallpox from three aspects.

First, purify the curse.The doctors performed magic tricks to purify the smallpox evil spirits.The curse power of ordinary people is not strong, and doctors can recover from their illnesses after purification for more than ten days.

Second, enhance self-resistance.Let Shenmai itself be immune to the curse and lift the curse.

Third, through surgery and medicine, kill the pox demon in the body and remove all diseased tissues.

Zhuan Yang's condition is very serious, and the general purification of immortality can't be done at all.Coupled with the spread of the pox demon, it cannot be removed.The only hope is to let Zhuan Yang suffer so much that he can produce antibodies to kill the pox demon.

Suddenly, Peng Yu thought of something and shook Zhuan Yang awake.

"By the way, Zhuan Yang. What about ancestral blood? Have you used ancestral blood?"

(End of this chapter)