Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 56 Soul Out of Body
Seeing that the Buddhist beads were about to hit Feng Jin, at the very moment, a powerful big hand wrapped around Feng Jin's waist, hugging her tightly to protect her.

Feng Jin felt her body lighten, and a familiar aura came over her face. She raised her head to look at that handsome and stern face, feeling very relieved.

Wuming put his left arm around her slender waist, and led her to the side, holding the sword in his right hand, and blocked the string of Buddhist beads back.

clang--

When the long sword collided with the Buddha beads, sparks flashed.

What was even more surprising was that the Buddhist beads that several guards couldn't afford just now were blocked by Wuming's sword and fell to the ground.

This scene not only shocked Feng Jin, but also shocked Zen Master Tianhe.

He frowned and looked at Wuming, his eyes were sharp. After sizing up, his brows relaxed, and the sharpness in those eyes faded to peace and appreciation. Block the Buddha beads, are you a practitioner of Taoism or Buddhism?"

Wuming looked at him expressionlessly, Feng Jin snorted in his arms, her brows were tightened, her expression was painful, Wuming looked at her back, there was a large area of ​​burns, clothes and wounds were glued together , bloody, hideous and terrifying.

Wuming's face immediately turned cold, and he pushed Feng Jin to the side of the hidden guard, a cold light flashed, and the long sword stabbed at Tianhe.

Tianhe took back the beads, but did not fight back, but dodged the nameless attack.

"You are not a monster. The poor monk will not do anything to you. You have a pure and deep spiritual energy. It is rare to have such a cultivation level. Don't mix with monsters and go astray! The poor monk advises you to return to the right path as soon as possible, and turn your back on the shore !"

"Noisy!"

Wuming said coldly, the long sword was as swift as lightning, attacking Tianhe as trickily as a fox, drawing lines of sword light in the air, the endless sword force enveloped Tianhe and cut off all his escape routes.

Tianhe's evasion became more and more difficult, Wuming's sword edge cut his monk's robe several times, even so, his expression was as usual, with a compassionate expression on his clear face, tirelessly persuading Wuming to convert to the righteous way, not to be with evildoers For company.

Even in the face of life and death, Tianhe Chan Master's eyes were as peaceful as before, as if he had already put life and death aside.

Wuming turned a deaf ear to Tianhe's persuasion, the swift and fierce sword force finally trapped Tianhe completely, Tianhe had nowhere to hide, Wuming pierced his brow with a sharp sword, Tianhe sighed faintly, folded his hands together, and recited a sentence of Buddha, Slowly closing his eyes, he waited for the sword to pierce his forehead.

But after waiting for a while, Tianhe slowly opened his eyes, only to find that everyone had disappeared, and the alley was empty, only him.

Tianhe twirled the beads, and looked in the direction of the palace silently with eyes that could not see any emotion.

In the palace, Wuming hugged Feng Jin on his front feet and had just stepped into the bedroom when the imperial doctor came in behind him.

It was Doctor Zhang, the chief physician of the imperial hospital, who carefully examined the burns on Feng Jin's palms and back, shaking his head repeatedly, "It's really strange, this old minister has never seen such a strange burn."

"Zhang Aiqing speaks directly."

"The burn doesn't seem to be from the outside, but from the inside. How is that possible?"

Doctor Zhang kept shaking his head, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Feng Jin frowned. If it was ordinary fire, of course it was absolutely impossible, but if it was Tianhe's string of prayer beads, it would not be so absolute.

She had a feeling that this injury was too bad to heal, and she might have to go to Tianhe Chan Master.

However, Feng Jin resisted Tianhe Chan Master from the bottom of his heart, and planned to try the medicine from Tai Hospital first.

"How to heal?"

Doctor Zhang checked it carefully again, thought for a while, and said, "The old minister is not sure, let's try to use some medicine to treat burns first."

After using all the internal and external medicines, Feng Jin's wound not only showed no sign of improvement, but became more serious, and large patches of festering began to appear on his back.

The imperial physicians in the entire imperial hospital stayed in the queen's bedroom, tried various methods and used various medicines, but nothing improved.

In the end, even Pei Xiu, who was sick, was alarmed, and entered the palace overnight. As far as he is concerned, he hasn't found a suitable puppet candidate yet, and he doesn't want anything to happen to Feng Jin.

But Pei Xiu was not an imperial physician, the entire imperial hospital was helpless against Feng Jin's burns, let alone Pei Xiu.

Early the next morning, Fu Yu appeared in the palace and brought Feng Jin a medicine, which was said to be the holy medicine of the gate of death. Injuries are important, and Pei Xiu doesn't want to worry about the fact that Wuming sneaked into the dungeon of Xiang's mansion to rescue Fu Yu.

The Tai Hospital studied the medicine over and over again, from morning to night, and finally came to the conclusion that Her Majesty can give it a try.

But who would have thought that after Feng Jin took the medicine, he vomited a mouthful of black blood on the spot, and passed out in Wuming's arms.

"His Majesty!"

Wuming hugged her, his face changed drastically, he called Feng Jin several times in succession, Feng Jin still didn't respond, Wuming put trembling fingers under Feng Jin's nose, reassuring him a little, Feng Jin was still alive.

"Take down the female assassin who intends to murder His Majesty! Imprisoned to death row, tortured! Make sure she hand over the antidote!"

After Pei Xiu gave an order, the guards realized that Fu Yu had already fled.

Pei Xiu was so angry that his face was livid, and he asked people to block the city gate, absolutely not allowing anyone in the dead gate to escape from the capital.

Feng Jin felt herself floating out, her body was so light that a gust of wind could blow it away, she looked down at the body on the dragon couch, her face was pale, there was still a trace of black blood on her lips, she couldn't help frowning, she was already dead ?

She checked her soul, it was intact and had not suffered any damage.

On the dragon couch, Wuming hugged her and kept urging the imperial physician to examine her. No matter how the imperial physician tormented her, pouring medicine, acupuncture, massage, the body on the dragon couch remained unresponsive.

Feng Jin hung in mid-air, staring blankly at the imperial doctors who were busy like spinning tops, did she die like this?

wrong!Seeing Wuming's expression was wrong, if she died, Wuming's face would not be anxious, but distraught.

what happened?

A ray of fragrance penetrated into the nose, it was sandalwood, the kind of sandalwood enshrined in front of the Buddha, light and ethereal, peaceful and tranquil, that ray of fragrance seemed to have a magical power, guiding Feng Jin to leave the bedroom, float out of the palace, Float to the outskirts of the city.

Feng Jin didn't know how long he had been floating, it seemed like a long time, and it seemed that he came here in just the blink of an eye.

She looked at the two thick and simple mountain gates above the high stone steps. There was a plaque hanging above the mountain gate, with four large characters written on it: Daxiangguo Temple. Because of the long history, the black paint on the words has fallen off A lot, it looks a little mottled.

The fragrance became more and more intense and clearer, Feng Jin drifted into the Daxiangguo Temple, and drifted towards a secluded small courtyard.

The Daxiangguo Temple is built on the mountain, while the small courtyard is built on the edge of the cliff.

Feng Jin floated to the door of a meditation room, which was lit with candles, and this was the only meditation room with candles lit in the small courtyard.

"Since you're here, come in."

Tianhe Zen Master's voice came from the room, Feng Jin was slightly taken aback, how did he know it was her?

After thinking about it, she realized that she was led here by that wisp of sandalwood, and she might have something to do with Tianhe Zen Master.

Feng Jin floated in, and Tian He sat cross-legged on the couch, with a small table in front of him, and scriptures on it, he was reading the scriptures, even though Feng Jin came in, he didn't look up.

Feng Jin floated back and forth in the room, looking at the meditation room. There were bookshelves on all sides, and the shelves were full of old and yellowed books, exuding a faint musty smell.

"What did you bring me here for?"

Feng Jin casually looked at the old books on the bookshelf, and asked softly.

Tianhe Chan Master didn't answer, he was still reading the scriptures without even raising his head.

After Feng Jin asked once, she stopped asking, and continued to float around the room, and sometimes deliberately floated to Tianhe Zen Master, half leaning on him, or standing on the table, or pulling the monk's robe on him, but No matter how Feng Jin messed around, Tianhe Zen Master didn't respond as if he couldn't see or hear.

In the end, Feng Jin was also bored, she wanted to go back to the palace as soon as possible, so as not to worry about Wuming.

However, she had a feeling that if Tianhe Zen Master invited her here, there must be something very important and related to her.

Things are not resolved and she cannot leave.

Moreover, her burns were also inseparable from Tianhe, and the person who tied the bell had to be untied. If she couldn't get what she wanted, she would never go back.

After an unknown amount of time, Zen Master Tianhe finally closed the scriptures, turned around and looked at Feng Jin.

Ordinary people can't see the soul, but Tianhe can see it, Feng Jin doesn't find it strange at all, there are too many things in Tianhe that Feng Jin can't understand, one more thing is fine.

He looked at it for a while, and finally there was a wave of fluctuation in Ning He's calm eyes, "So, this is your true face!"

(End of this chapter)