I can't live forever, so I have to reincarnate infinitely

Chapter 177 Who Are You Waiting For?Looking back suddenly, that person was...

Yang Wenwan's three clans were dragged from the execution ground and escorted back to Dali Temple, awaiting a retrial.

People who eat melons like this kind of story with ups and downs the most, and they have speculated whether Yang Wenwan really has some grievances; or his sins, the three tribes of Yi are not enough, and it is only fair to win the nine tribes of Yi.

A large number of middle and low-level officials were also at a loss, and none of them could guess the inside story.

But in fact, in this huge country, only a few people in the center of power understand.

What determines Yang Wenwan's fate is not whether he commits a crime or how serious the crime is; nor is it the emperor's likes and dislikes towards him, and it is not the "fairness" that people in the world hope for.

It's a battle between immortals.

Some fairy masters want Yang Wenwan to die, and some fairy masters want to save Yang Wenwan's life.

For the emperor of the Han Dynasty, he could not afford to offend both parties.

He had to wait for the two parties to decide the winner before he could pronounce a sentence on Yang Wenwan.

A marionette is nothing more than that.

But the emperor of the Han Dynasty had no dissatisfaction with being a marionette, he was no longer a child.

Being able to be under one person and above ten thousand people is enough for him.

If you don't know how to be satisfied, it is very simple for the immortal masters to change the emperor.

It is not uncommon in history to let him "suddenly die", support the new emperor, and even establish another branch of the royal family; even uproot the entire royal family and establish a new emperor with a different surname.

As long as the country's title "Han" is not shaken, the country's land is basically stable, and civilians do not die in large numbers, the immortal masters will not interfere in the abolition of the royal family.

It doesn't even matter if a large number of civilians die occasionally, because that's what some immortal masters need.

Monan Nine Kingdoms, there is nothing better.

Therefore, the emperor of the Han Dynasty knew the way of being a king very well-don't offend the immortal master, the immortal master can get whatever he wants, and his family can be as stable as Mount Tai on the throne.

As for the stupid and incompetent, the extravagant, the treacherous and sycophant ministers, and the tyrannical taxation, they are actually nothing, and will not affect the stability of his throne.

Now the emperor of the Han Kingdom has only one thing to be curious about: which faction will prevail between the two factions of immortal masters who want Yang Wenwan to die and those who want Yang Wenwan to live?
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In the prison of Dali Temple, Yang Wenwan has already lived in a small cell, put on clean clothes, and can finally eat meat that doesn't smell bad and drink clear water.

You can even read a book.

At this moment, he was reclining on the dry straw exuding a light fragrance, looking at a volume of essays in his hand through the dim light coming in through the narrow window.

As for whether it was read or not, I don't know.

At this time, he was shriveled and shriveled, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and he looked like an ordinary little old man.

Where does he still have the demeanor of the innate master and the governor of the three states before?
Of course, it can be understood if you think about it carefully.

After all, he is already over a hundred years old. After such a big change, although he survived, his future is uncertain.

Most of the subordinates and staff who had followed him for many years were also killed, including Mr. Si; some clansmen were also killed during the resistance.

The female relatives in the family were also miserable.

At this time, his energy and energy were almost exhausted, and it was the result of his firm will that he was able to hold on and not fall down.

How could it be possible to maintain the demeanor before.

Outside the cell where Yang Wenwan was held, two people were talking as if no one was there.

The jailers who passed by them didn't seem to see them at all, but when they came to them, they would subconsciously go around.

"Brother Yu, since you saved that mortal, why didn't you go talk to him?" the middle-aged fat man asked puzzled.

Du Youqian just quietly looked at the old man reclined on the straw reading through the small iron fence on the cell door.

As if the time passed and the space changed, the old man returned to middle age. The reclining place was not the straw, but the green lawn of the Governor’s Mansion. The lazy sun yawned behind the clouds, casting light spots unwillingly.

The indifferent swordsman who never left him three feet raised his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man looked away from the scroll and greeted gently: "Brother Qiu Xian, you are here!"

Yes, I'm here, Brother Yang.

Du Youqian vaguely remembered that at that time, he was only thinking of finding an opportunity to escape, and went to Wu country to join Chongzhenzong.

At that time, he actually didn't understand anything, he didn't know much about cultivation, and he was also confused about the real operating rules of the Nine Kingdoms in Monan.

So, can it be said that that period of time is meaningless?

It is all of who I was yesterday that makes me who I am today.

The me of today plus all the me of yesterday will become the me of tomorrow.

If the me of tomorrow can gain the Tao, how can I get rid of all the past?

All the encounters, fates, friends and lovers who walked side by side for a while yesterday, are they meaningless?
The phantom burst like a water mirror.

The middle age disappeared, the indifferent swordsman disappeared, and the sun and the lawn retreated behind the thick curtain.

Reality surges, occupying the present, the present moment of cognition.

"Do you want to be emperor?" Du Youqian asked suddenly.

The sudden sound startled Yang Wenwan and almost jumped up from the straw.

He looked around, but he couldn't see Du Youqian and Guo Mingsheng outside the door, nor could he feel their aura.

The words that came out of nowhere just now seemed to be just hallucinations, just echoes deep in his heart.

He thought about it carefully.

No, I don't want to.

"Report to Immortal Master, I don't want to be emperor." He said respectfully.

After all, Yang Wenwan is not an incompetent person.

After calming down, he had some guesses.

Du Youqian asked again: "Then... do you want to seek justice from the royal family?"

The corners of Yang Wenwan's mouth trembled, revealing an expression that seemed to be crying but also smiling.

But in the end, the great pain prevented him from laughing, and the tears could not flow freely.

Yang Wenwan raised her head and looked in the direction of the prison door.

There was nothing behind the iron fence, but he knew that the immortal master must be there, but he couldn't see it. "Tell the fairy master that the royal family didn't owe me anything. It was the fairy gate that hurt me. I just don't know if it is the fairy gate you are in."

"Bold!" Guo Mingsheng yelled angrily, "How dare you talk about Xianmen!"

"The gate of immortality is as high as the sky... Heaven's will is unfathomable. And I'm just a mortal, just a mortal..." Yang Wenwan murmured, "Then respected fairy master, what is the purpose of asking a small mortal like me? "

Guo Mingsheng took a peek at Du Youqian's face, seeing that Du Youqian had no intention of interfering, he said loudly: "What's the fairy master's idea, what's the arrangement, and what does it have to do with you? Don't speculate, you just need to do what you are told. "

Du Youqian still did not speak.

Guo Mingsheng had no choice but to say vaguely: "Now is not the time, you can wait at ease."

"Yes." Yang Wenwan lowered her head seemingly obediently.

"Let's go." Du Youqian flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

Guo Mingsheng chased after him, looking like he was out of breath.

"Are you tired from running so panting?" Du Youqian asked.

"Yes... yes, brother Yu, you, look at my body shape, I really can't run, and I'm exhausted after two steps."

"Little friend still lacks exercise. How about this, you go to the Rongsheng Lake and pick some lotus pods for me to eat. Remember, flying artifacts are not allowed."

Guo Mingsheng opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a raw egg.

He wished he could slap himself twice hard.

Knowing that this master can't rub the sand in his eyes, he still does such a stupid thing to test him, he is really self-inflicted, and he can't live.

"Really go?"

"I really want to go." Du Youqian said calmly.

The voice is not loud, but the meaning of not allowing doubts is very obvious.

Guo Mingsheng wailed, "Brother Yu...Uncle Yu, don't do this? You will die."

"Don't worry, if you die, I will pay ten times the compensation to the Chongxuan Sect. I will also give enough gold and silver treasures to your beautiful wives and concubines, so that they can live happily in the city of mortals for the rest of their lives."

Guo Mingsheng was dejected, and ran south resignedly.

After his back disappeared, Du Youqian slowly walked back to the worship hall of the palace.

Sit down, burn a plate of incense, recline on the soft couch, and wait quietly.

After a long time, he suddenly said, "Fanghua, go back to Feixian Peak and help me see how Shen Miao's foundation is going."

Fanghua, who had been hiding beside him all this time, appeared, "You Daoist Yu, you are waiting for someone."

She didn't use interrogative sentences, but affirmative tone.

Du Youqian didn't answer, nor did he deny it.

"You dismissed that fat man first, and now you dismiss me. Who are you waiting for? You need to be so cautious."

"You go." Du Youqian said.

There is no meaning of explanation.

Although Fanghua was curious, she didn't intend to disobey Du Youqian's order, so she nodded slightly and left.

After walking out of the range of the imperial palace, she threw a flying boat, jumped on the flying boat, and flew to Yukun Mountain in the west.

Half an hour later, the flying boat flew back quietly and landed on the ground.

Fanghua took off the flying boat and looked towards the direction of the palace.

She wasn't disobedient, she was just too curious.

She will leave obediently when she finds out who fellow daoist Yu is waiting for.

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A few hours later, a beautifully decorated, fully enclosed spaceship with a curvature that seemed to conform to some kind of axioms descended outside the palace.

Of course, this flying boat has turned on the invisible magic circle, not to mention ordinary people, even monks in the foundation building state, if they have not practiced special pupil techniques, or used special spiritual weapons, they will not be able to see it.

Fanghua cheered up and looked intently.

After Feizhou heard about it, the upper shell was slowly lifted upwards, and a white-haired waist-length Kunxiu, who was wearing a floor-length skirt so black as if it could absorb the light, was swaying gracefully with a pair of bare snow-white jade feet. Get off the side.

As if sensing Fanghua's peeping in the dark, that Kunxiu looked up, revealing a delicate and unparalleled face, with a pair of eyes so cold as to frostbite embedded in it.

There was a bang in Fanghua's mind.

The moment she saw that Kunxiu's face, a sentence that "Fellow Daoist Yu" once sang in a low voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim."

Is it her?
It must be her that Fellow Daoist Yu is waiting for.

Although this Kunxiu was not wearing Zongmen's standard clothes, Fanghua recognized her breath without any difficulty.

A woman who loves Haizong.

How did You Daoist Yu know her?

(End of this chapter)