Chapter 459 Cursing Zhao Duan

Chapter 459 Cursing Zhao Duan

Chapter 459 Cursing Zhao Duan (5k)

Cut off the water flow? Is it that guy? Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't feel too much surprise in his heart.

In his opinion, the empress's enthronement ceremony was imminent, and Prince Jing, as the biggest troublemaker among the "Eight Princes", would definitely take action.

Trying to use various methods to obstruct the Fengshan Ceremony, under such background, it was only logical to call over "Duan Shuiliu", the "senior brother" of Qingshan who had obviously defected to Prince Jing's Mansion when he was in Huting.

"But where do those sorcerers come from? Could it be... they are from the Magic God Sect?" Zhao Duan's heart moved.

He also clearly remembered that when he was in the capital, he captured a sorcerer who was a "secret spy of Prince Jing's Palace" when he was eliminating the Zhang brothers.

His identity is that he is a priest who defected from Tianshi Mansion and is suspected to have joined the underworld organization "Fashen Sect".

Later, on his way back to Beijing from Taicang Prefecture where he had handled a case, he was sniped by the Fashen Sect.

"What is Prince Jing's plan? You don't think that you can interfere with the Fengshan ceremony with such a small number of people. That's wishful thinking."

Zhao Duan thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless at all. He nodded seriously to Prajna Bodhisattva:

"I see."

The female Bodhisattva who was greedy for his body couldn't help but remind him:

"The more critical the moment, the more cautious we must be. If the Shen family is pushed into a corner by you, there's no guarantee they'll do something."

Zhao Duan looked at her unexpectedly and said with a confident smile:

"Don't worry, I know what's going on. Under the current situation, unless they can assassinate me, I will hide in the Governor's Office. With a large group of you in the secular realm protecting me, who can kill me?"

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving Prajna Bodhisattva sighing softly and no longer looking at the "Jingguan" made of human heads in the courtyard.

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On the day.

The drizzle lasted for most of the day and only stopped when it was almost evening.

Zhao Duan handled official business as usual, discussed the next plan with Governor Ning, and also supervised the preparations for the Fengshan ceremony.
——Even though the court and the Shen family were fighting like this, the preparations for the Fengshan ceremony were not affected.

Not surprising. Neither the Shen family nor the Jing Palace wanted to be punished by the incoming empress for this.

Until dark, Zhao Duan had no appetite for dinner. He just felt tired physically and mentally weak.

"Your Excellency must have been overworked in recent days and has spent too much energy. Go and have a rest early. I will take care of the rest of the matters." Governor Ning advised him when he saw him yawning repeatedly.

Zhao Duan thought about it and decided not to try to be strong. He got up and went back to his bedroom, feeling extremely sleepy.

He fell asleep on the bed without taking off his clothes.

In his sleep, Zhao Duan felt extremely cold. He subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover himself, but he still felt cold.

The skin turned red and hot, then the blood color faded little by little, and the complexion deteriorated visibly.

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Prince Jing's Mansion.

Holding a lamp in both hands, Xu Jinglong accompanied his father Xu Wen, walked up the wooden stairs, and in the dim candlelight, went up to an attic in the night.

When I pushed open the door, I saw that this empty attic, where few people visited, had its doors and windows closed and was completely dark.

Only a ball of warm light in the center dispels a small piece of darkness.

Prince Xu Jinglong was curious and saw an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged in the attic.

The old man was frail, had a pale beard, was extremely thin, and the robe he wore seemed too big.

There was a mourning stick on the ground behind him, and a very delicate, wooden coffin was hung around his waist.

On the floor beside him, a strange magic circle was drawn with the blood of some unknown beast.

On each corner of the magic circle, there is a bowl with a blood-red candle burning quietly in it.

In front of the old warlock, in addition to three bowls of blood, there was also a pure white "scarecrow" standing fixed on the ground.

On the front and back of the scarecrow are talismans with a green background and golden lines.

At this moment, the old man was inserting a silver needle into the pure white scarecrow's head, on which a strand of black hair was entangled.

Seeing Prince Jing and his son coming, he didn't stand up, but bowed and smiled, "Greetings, Prince."

Prince Jing asked, "How is it?"

The old sorcerer smiled and said:
"The spell is complete. With this hair as the medium and the right distance, I have used the blood of the hundred people given by the prince to provoke the 'Sad God' and cast the curse.

Tonight, the "death star" appeared above Zhao Duan's head!

Oh, if he entered the human world, it might be troublesome. But since he is still in the realm of God and a warrior, there is no possibility of failure. "

Prince Jing was delighted when he heard this:

"It's worth the effort. I ordered my spies to accumulate the materials for several months and finally I have collected enough materials for the spell."

Although people of this era believed that "the hair and skin on your body are given by your parents", they also cut hair, so Zhao Duan's hair was not too difficult to obtain.

What is really difficult is to find other conditions that are sufficient to curse and kill a top-grade divine figure.

Xu Jinglong was greatly surprised: "Sangshen... Could it be that this is the sorcerer from the White Clothes Sect?"

In the martial arts world, the largest organization that worships the "God of Death" is the "White Clothes Sect", which is closely related to the Underworld Cult that worships the "God of Death".

The magic spells wielded by "Sangshen" are mostly related to curses and can interfere with people's fortunes.

Xu Jinglong was somewhat puzzled. Aren't the people he had secretly summoned recently from the Fashen Sect a warlock? Where did the guy from the White Clothes Sect come from?

Prince Jing glanced at the prince and explained his doubts calmly:

"This is for the Mu Palace to borrow troops."

Sent by Prince Mu's Mansion? Yes, the White Clothes Sect is indeed very active in Yunfu Road... Xu Jinglong thought of many things in an instant, his eyes lit up, and he said:
"Father, did you make arrangements in advance? You knew that Zhao Duan was surrounded by many experts and it would be difficult to kill him by force, so you planned to kill him with a curse?"

Prince Jing smiled faintly, his face flickering in the shadows:

"Hmph, even if the old woman from the Shen family doesn't come to visit, I am ready to curse her to death. Tonight is the most tragic night in the past few dozen days. With all the preparations... I don't believe that boy will not die!"

Xu Jinglong said excitedly:

"I thought that my father would tolerate him temporarily. It turns out that there is an arrangement already. However...if he really dies now, when Xu Zhenguan arrives, will he..."

After his excitement, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned and felt a little nervous.

Prince Jing, however, looked indifferent:

"Our Majesty knows the importance of things. She will not cause any trouble before the Fengshan Ceremony. As for after the Fengshan Ceremony..."

The prince waited for a long time but didn't hear the second half. He felt a little nervous. Even with his status, he didn't know about his father's recent arrangements and plans.

He only knew that since the beginning of the year, his father had been frequently communicating with the six princes other than the "Prince of Huai'an", as if they were plotting something big.

Xu Jinglong had some vague guesses, but he didn't dare to be sure, nor did he dare to ask.

Prince Jing had no intention of explaining. He stopped talking and looked at the old sorcerer from the White Clothes Sect: "How long will it take for Zhao Duan to die?"

The old sorcerer pondered for a moment and said:
"If everything goes well, he will die tonight. If not, he will be seriously ill and will die within five days at the latest."

Prince Jing turned and left:

"He has Prajna Bodhisattva beside him. If that's the case, why not wait another five days?"

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The next morning, the sky was still overcast.

Early in the morning, a scream attracted the attention of many people in the yamen.

When the Grand Canal Governor Ning Zechen heard the news and rushed to Zhao Duan's bedroom, he found that the room was already crowded with people from the Lihua Hall and the Wugong Hall.

The room was also crowded!

Eunuch Hai, Tang Jinzhong and other imperial masters;
The personal guards such as Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, as well as close confidants such as Qian Kerou, filled the small room.

"How is Envoy Zhao?! I heard from Advisor Wen that he is ill?!" Governor Ning looked anxious and shouted as he entered the room.

He pushed through the crowd and came to the window. What he saw was Zhao Duan lying unconscious on the bed.

He had a gray complexion and was lying on his back with his upper body clothes undone, exposing his chest.

His lips were purple and his face was pale. He was unconscious and his body was shivering from the cold.

At this moment, Prajna Bodhisattva was sitting beside the bed, with a faint Buddha light shining through his translucent eyes. He stared at Zhao Duan's chest, where a black and purple meridian was slowly spreading to the heart.

"Envoy?!" Governor Ning was struck by lightning, his body almost staggered, his mind exploded, and he murmured, "How could he be so seriously ill? How could this be?"

The divine chapter is of the highest quality. It is not immune to cold or heat, but it is pretty close.

Overnight, he became seriously ill, which was beyond the imagination of this second-rank official.

Eunuch Hai looked solemn, standing beside the bed and explaining:

"He didn't show up on time this morning. When my subordinates knocked on the door, they found him already like this. I only arrived a little earlier than you."

As he spoke, the light in Prajna Bodhisattva's "wisdom eyes" faded and his face took on a strange look.

"Buddha, how is my master? Why did he suddenly become like this?" The young secretary Qian Kerou asked anxiously, and close confidants such as Shen Juan and Hou Renmeng were also extremely worried.

Prajna Bodhisattva looked around at the faces and said:
"Lord Zhao is not ill, but cursed. If I am not mistaken, Lord Zhao's fate was gloomy last night, and his fortune has fallen to the bottom in recent times... It seems that an evil sorcerer who believes in the god of death cast a curse on him."

Lost God? Cursed?

"The evil sorcerer from the White Clothes Sect?"

Lang Shiba, who was standing aside, frowned, "Was it the Shen family? Or was it done by Prince Jing's Mansion?"

Governor Ning was suddenly awakened and murmured:
"Prince Jing's Mansion! It must be Prince Jing's Mansion! There was a visitor outside the palace yesterday... The Shen family is desperate, I'm afraid the two sides have joined forces... If it is a curse, we may be able to solve it if we find the evil sorcerer. I will take people to Prince Jing's Mansion to capture him!"

After saying this, the furious governor turned around and was about to leave with murderous intent, but he heard Prajna Bodhisattva say softly:
"Governor, please stay. Let's not talk about whether you can break into the palace and find the caster, or whether the caster is hiding in the palace. The curse has been cast, but it cannot be broken by killing the caster."

Governor Ning stopped and turned back dejectedly: "What should we do?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up:
"If the Bodhisattva could have saved me that day, he would have been able to rescue Envoy Zhao!"

For a moment, everyone, including Eunuch Hai, turned their expectant eyes to Prajna Bodhisattva.

For a moment, the nun felt like she was surrounded by a pack of wolves, as if she would be hacked to death here if she said even a word of "no" -

Well, considering Zhao Duan’s identity and the military strength of Eunuch Hai and others, this possibility is very high.

Under the threat of life and death, the old nun's mouth twitched and said:
"Don't worry, everyone. I will do my best to rescue you. However... the situation is not as bad as you think. In fact, even without me, Lord Zhao can hold on until His Majesty arrives."

Seeing everyone's confusion, the female Bodhisattva raised her finger and gently pointed it at Zhao Duan's forehead.

A light burst out from the fingertips, and then, in full view of everyone, a green lotus mark suddenly appeared between Zhao Duan's eyebrows.

The mark seemed alive, rooted in his sea of ​​consciousness, swaying gently, releasing circles of warm and constant Buddha's light.

The Buddha's light was like water, spreading layer by layer and washing over his body.

"In the past, when Lord Zhao was debating in the capital, the Buddhist principles he spoke of attracted the arrival of the 'Buddha'. Lord Zhao was blessed by the Buddha, and a blue lotus was planted in his sea of ​​consciousness. His soul was protected by the Buddha's light. No matter what injuries his body suffered, the blue lotus could bring him back to life, and he recovered faster than an ordinary person..."

Prajna patiently explained:
"It is also because of this Green Lotus that Lord Zhao now looks seriously ill, but his life is not in danger. Now that the Death Star is no longer at its strongest, the power of the curse is slowly fading. As long as someone activates the power of the Green Lotus, the curse can be removed and he can return to normal."

Eunuch Hai stared at her and said calmly:
"In this case, please ask the Bodhisattva for help. We can help the Bodhisattva by watching from the sidelines."

Implication:
We are here to watch you while you are being treated. If you dare to play tricks, like having sex with someone while you are being treated, you will have to bear the consequences.

Prajna Bodhisattva smiled stiffly: "Just offer it and watch."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and took out the Jade Bottle. Just like the day when she treated Governor Ning, the face of "Medicine Master" lit up on the bottle, and sweet rain came out of the bottle and condensed into a human shape, which went into Zhao Duan's mouth.

After a moment, the blue lotus between Zhao Duan's eyebrows shone brightly, and the blue lotus blossomed with the blessing of the same Buddhist magic power.

It seemed as if a third "eye" had grown between Zhao Duan's eyebrows. Buddha's light gushed out and condensed into a blue lotus about an inch above his head, slowly rotating.

With every rotation, Buddha's light sprinkled on his body, almost visible to the naked eye. His gray skin gradually became red, the black and purple meridians on his heart faded, and the blue-purple color on Zhao Duan's face faded.

When the lotus slowly disappeared and the strange vision dissipated, Zhao Duan slowly opened his eyes and saw the faces surrounding the bed. He was briefly confused: "What are you doing..."

Then he caught a glimpse of the female Bodhisattva sitting on the bed with her buttocks pressed against his thigh intentionally or unintentionally, and he suddenly woke up!

He sat up suddenly: "Buddha, please respect yourself!"

Prajna: “…”

Eunuch Hai: “…”

Everyone looked strange, and the tense atmosphere in the room eased.

Only Governor Ning didn't care at all. He was overjoyed and stepped forward to push the beautiful nun away. He grabbed Zhao Duan's hands with both hands and said with a smile:
"My Lord, you scared me to death!"

Zhao Duan frowned, feeling dizzy and drowsy, and said, "My body..."

"Curse." Eunuch Hai held up his sleeves with his hands and narrated what happened briefly.

The White Robe Sect's killing curse? Lost spirit?

Zhao Duan sat back on the bed, tapped his temple, and said self-deprecatingly:
"It seems that I still don't know enough about their assassination methods."

Well... I don’t blame myself. This is a world where magic exists. Fortunately, I have Qinglian to protect me, and I carry Prajna with me as a "doctor".

"How am I doing?" he asked.

Prajna Bodhisattva said in a sad tone:
"It's all right now. My Lord has woken up. Next, you can activate your sea of ​​​​qi and infuse it with the blue lotus to cleanse the power of the spell. It will be cleansed in a day at most."

Zhao Duan suddenly asked, "Will the caster know that I'm healed?"

Prajna thought for a moment and said:

"It shouldn't be possible. Even a sorcerer at the worldly level would have difficulty knowing it. But if it is a celestial level, I'm sure he would know it."

That means I don’t know... Zhao Duan nodded with satisfaction.

Governor Ning's mind moved: "What do you think, envoy?"

Zhao Duan looked around the room, smiled and said:
"I suddenly remembered that recently the Prince Jing's Mansion has secretly accepted many mysterious sorcerers to enter Jianning Mansion. I guess this sorcerer is also among them. It is rude not to reciprocate. Since some people want to see me die so much, I might as well die in front of them."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Zhao Duan calmly ordered:
"The news of my awakening was blocked and no one outside the room was allowed to know. Just tell the public that I was terminally ill and unconscious, and that I was kept alive by Prajna Bodhisattva with the power of the 'Medicine Master' god and worked hard to treat me."

"Governor Ning, take Lang Shiba and Ji Yue with you to Prince Jing's mansion and act as if you are going to bring an army to question them, but don't actually fight.

When you come back, continue to suppress the Shen family. Don't stop. Show your determination and momentum to destroy the Shen family in front of all the officials in Jianning Prefecture...

Oh, if I die, you won’t be able to explain to His Majesty, so the crazier you are at this moment, the more the outside world will believe that I am really going to die... and the Jingwang Mansion and the Shen family will be more inclined to a defensive strategy..."

"Eunuch Hai, I have to ask you to go and avoid the surveillance and contact someone... She will help us find out the location of the group of sorcerers..."

Zhao Duan sat on his sickbed and calmly issued orders one after another.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect his counterattack to be so quick.

"My lord, do you want to use your serious illness to distract the enemy and make them relax their vigilance, so that you can secretly find out the whereabouts of that group of sorcerers and eliminate them?" Governor Ning looked at him almost in amazement.

Suddenly I began to understand why Zhao Duan was able to achieve such great successes.

This kind of scheming and the ability to turn passivity into initiative is something that ordinary people cannot achieve.

Zhao Duan smiled, his eyes showing emotionless coldness:
"If you want to kill me, you should be prepared to learn a painful lesson. Do you really think my reputation of 'revengeful' is false?"

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On that day, the news that Zhao Duan suddenly fell seriously ill and was in critical condition spread throughout Jianning Prefecture like a whirlwind.

Countless dignitaries came to visit, but most of them were stopped outside. Only a very few were allowed to visit. After coming out, they all shook their heads, confirming that Envoy Zhao had a deathly look on his face and seemed to be dying soon.

Ning Zechen also led his men to break into Prince Jing's mansion, but as expected, they found nothing.

This local official displayed the superb acting skills of a veteran official.

At that moment, everyone realized that a storm was about to come. When His Majesty's dragon boat arrived at Jianning Prefecture, there would be a huge earthquake like the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth.

But no one noticed that Wen Liang, the gold medal shadow guard stationed in the city, also quietly sent the news of Zhao Duan's serious illness to the north via the bird "Qingshan Falcon" used for emergency communication.

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On the canal, huge dragon boats cut through the waves.

Drive towards Jiancheng Road.

The dragon boat is surrounded by a "guard navy fleet" protecting it.

On the wide deck, Xu Zhenguan walked out of the cabin and looked up at the gray sky.

In the clouds, an eagle-like bird named Qingshan Falcon flapped its wings, broke through the clouds, and fell towards the deck like an arrow, and was caught in the empress's slender white hands.

Xu Zhenguan took out an urgent message from the copper tube tied to the falcon's leg and slowly unfolded it.

The words on the letter came into view:
"Zhao Duan, dying!"

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