The high priest's hand lightly touched Emperor Zhu Houzhao's face, and no black qi rose, and the emperor did not turn into a pool of blood.

"The old body really doesn't want to make a move on the emperor, if you are not the emperor, and I am not the high priest, we may still be able to be a pair of forgetful friends like before. However, the world is impermanent, white clouds and dogs, countless people come and go, and the struggle for power never stops. ”

Listening to the old woman's words, Zhu Houzhao asked softly: "Auntie, if I have no use value for you, will you end my life with your own hands?"

This is a very simple question, since ancient times, there has been no eternal winner in the power struggle, let alone an immortal authority.

Ling Yun nodded solemnly, in the face of this emperor, he really didn't need to deliberately lie to deceive him, deceiving him was tantamount to deceiving himself.

"It's better to die in the hands of the old man than to die in the hands of other irrelevant people, your Majesty, yes or no?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled, nodded and said: "What my aunt said is very true, compare my heart to my heart, is it that my aunt died in my hands, and I will also feel no regrets?"

"This is nature, if you can die in the hands of the emperor, the old body will naturally be liberated, and all kinds of past things will pass by like clouds. ”

Zhu Houzhao nodded and said, "But I really don't have the confidence to be able to defeat my aunt on my own, and I don't dare to hope that I can escape from your hands." ”

"This is natural, you and I are close at hand, and it is just a matter of thought to take the emperor's life, but the emperor also knows that now is not the time to send you on the road. ”

The Emperor glanced at the High Priest, and the old woman in front of him was already far away from the figure he remembered.

In the past, he was able to sleep in her arms with peace of mind. He was also able to laugh uncontrollably around her.

When there are new dishes in the imperial dining room, he is always the first to bring them to his aunt. My aunt always told stories by his side in the dead of night, so that the little prince who was afraid of the dark could sleep peacefully.

Like a year of flowing water. If the days can really flow for a long time, without so many stormy waves, this life should be complete and happy.

"Having fulfilled my aunt's request, I also have a reluctant request, and I hope that my aunt will not refuse me no matter what. ”

Ling Yun frowned, the person in front of him was the supreme executor of the entire Ming Empire, not the innocent child he used to be.

A man begins when he learns to bargain. It also means that he has moved towards cunning and can no longer speculate with common sense.

The high priest said regretfully: "The emperor's request, I'm afraid that the old man can't agree, how can the request of a rich person in the world be met by ordinary people?"

"Auntie is too worried, my request is simple, anyone can do it, even newborn babies. ”

He lived to the age of the high priest and experienced countless twists and turns in his life. Having heard countless conspiracies, how could she be easily fooled?

Regarding Zhu Houzhao's tricks, the high priest said calmly: "Your Majesty, delaying time has no effect. The tactic of delaying the army has been used perfectly before the old man is twenty years old. ”

Who knew that the emperor just shook his head slightly and said, "No, no, no." I really wasn't stalling for time, but I really wanted to say a few more words to my aunt. Because after tonight, no matter what. There was no chance to talk face-to-face again. ”

When the emperor said that there was no chance, he meant that one of them would inevitably die, and how could they communicate with each other when yin and yang were separated?

Since the emperor is not yet dead, the person who dies can only be Ling Yun, the high priest who has high skills and cultivates to the sky.

The high priest looked at the emperor, who had completely pushed away his youth and mastered the art of scheming, and said, "In this case, the emperor might as well talk about you." ”

"Come out. ”

The emperor just said these three words lightly, his tone did not have the slightest wave, the previous fear, panic, anxiety and regret all dissipated one by one, at this moment, he once again became the king of the world, the king of all things.

After the sound completely disappeared in the empty hotel, a person slowly walked out of the back hall.

This person is so distinctive, those who have seen him are afraid that it will be difficult to touch his shadow in their minds for the rest of their lives.

The man was hunched over and with a crippled foot band, and every step was difficult.

The world will walk so hard, except for toddler babies, that is, old people who are dying.

This man is so old that he can't get any older, like a dead tree, which has withered and decayed to the point of collapse after a hundred years of wind and rain.

He had long white hair that dragged to the ground, and his white beard was equally long, reaching down to his thighs.

No one knows how many years he lived, and being old and not dying is a demon.

But this man did not look like a demon at all, because the demon was not enough to describe his horror, his hair and beard were messy, and his clothes were full of holes, just like the wild man who came from the primitive tribe and drank blood.

The main thing is that his face is already blurred and difficult to discern, and his whole face is as if it has been flattened by a stone slab, without the slightest water chestnut.

For his nose was gone, his ears were gone, he had no eyebrows, no skin of his mouth, for his whole face was as if he had been thrown into molten iron.

The skin on his face was bumpy, like the epidermis of a durian, with a miserable green yin and horror, and the only evidence that made people believe that he was still a human being was that he still had a pair of eyes.

A pair of dull eyes, because his eyes have no pupils, but are all whites, like ghosts in the night, with their eyes wide open, sucking the spirit of people.

Such a person is naturally unforgettable to anyone who sees him, but he is something that no one wants to remember.

The emperor looked at the high priest's puzzled face, and said, "My aunt and he practice the same exercises, so they must know each other. ”

The High Priest carefully looked at the monster-like hunchbacked man again, pondered for a moment, and said, "If it is really him, then he is now more than one hundred and ten years old, and he is really an immortal old demon. ”

"My aunt is right, he is the oldest and most discredited devil 'ferryman' in the rivers and lakes," the emperor said, holding his forehead with his hand, making a puzzled gesture, and continued: "I really can't figure it out, why is he called a 'ferryman' when he is obviously a devil?"

A smile appeared on the face of the high priest Ling Yun, and said: "The emperor is not testing the old body, this demon was invited by you, will you not know his details? ”

After a slight pause, the high priest continued: "What the Buddhists ferried is compassion to bring about a lifetime to reach Prajna, while what he ferries is to kill, causing living beings to sink into the sea of blood. As his enemy, you will only regret coming to this world and wish to die immediately. ”

"It's too famous, the old man is just a dead ghost crawling out of a coffin, too lonely, just trying to pull a cushion. ”

The immortal spoke, his voice as sharp as tearing paper, and it was creepy.

(To be continued.) )