Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 1 1. Prisoner

The Shang Dynasty, the imperial capital.

Feixue roared into a tiger with the north wind, raging across the streets and alleys, but when it arrived at this palace, it was blocked by thousands of deep palace walls and thousands of glazed tiles, making it much weaker.

Nine emperors Xia Xiaosu hurriedly walked to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion on the east side of the outer hall, carrying a mahogany lunch box.

There is a juvenile chanting from the pavilion:

“The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep in the Prajna Paramita, sees the five aggregates of emptiness, and saves all suffering. Relics, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from emptiness, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feelings and consciousness are also like this

Xia Xiaosu was standing in front of the door, listening to his chanting quietly. The little face that was always restrained and wrinkled was only slightly relaxed, because the chanting was born to her mother. The elder brother of Xia Ji, the Seventh Prince.

Five years ago, the mother concubine was assassinated and died while traveling with her father.

Two years ago, my elder brother was placed under house arrest for having an affair with a demon girl. He chanted sutras day and night as a thought.

Although the entire palace was big, she felt that her brother was the only family member.

She lowered her head and carefully opened the lid and took a look. The mutton soup was still steaming, and she was happy again.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the sound gradually quieted.

Xia Xiaosu knocked on the door and pushed open the door.

In the attic, the young man in Xuan Yi was sitting cross-legged under the bookshelf, with the newly closed Prajna Heart Sutra beside him.

The boy’s pupils were indifferent, as if he didn’t feel decadent at all because of being under house arrest, he only smiled when he saw the girl walking through the door.

Xia Xiaosu walked quickly, sat beside him, took the mutton soup out of the lunch box, “Brother, you eat it while it’s hot, I made it myself.”

Therefore, it will not be toxic.

Xia Ji looked at her.

The Nine Emperor Gods took out another bottle of wine, “Hey.”

Xia Ji smiled and started eating meat, soup, and alcohol.

The Nine Queens looked at this place and whispered: “They are really snobbish. In the past, there were a lot of exercises in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. This place is like a city, and many princes and generals want to come in and see the royal collection.

Now, the father has removed all the exercises, leaving only the Buddhist scriptures to my brother, which really cut off all the future of my brothers and sisters.

My elder brother had no hope of inheriting the Datong. Isn’t it okay to practice the exercises and be a free and easy prince who can protect himself?

Niangniang was killed by the assassin to protect him.

How could he do this to us, how could he do this. “

The Nine Queens rubbed her eyes as she thought about it, tears couldn’t help but flowed out, and then she didn’t want her brother to see it, so she got down, don’t sob too much.

Xia Ji took a sip of strong wine, which broke his bowels, then reached out and rubbed the opposite emperor’s hair, and pointed out the window.

The Nine Emperor Gods widened her eyes.

The sky outside the window, with the flying snow following the wind, sometimes changes into a soaring eagle, and sometimes into a blue dragon that rolls out of the water, flying freely between the north and the south.

Xia Xiaosu’s eyes lit up: “My brother said, how can the bird know the ambition of Honghu? Sitting alone in the small building for two springs and autumns, may it not be a blockbuster?”

Xia Ji smiled and said, “No, I mean the snow is so big and the sky is so cold. Would you like a glass of wine too?”

Xia Xiaosu was instantly discouraged, pouting and humming, lying on his elbows, “Forget it, my brother is always so obedient.”

But after such a disturbance, her tears couldn’t go on.

Xia Ji drank the warm mutton soup, or her own girl knew her taste preference. After one bite, the milky white soup could warm up to the internal organs, and then she drank a sip of warm spirits with ginger. Then it burned.

And Xia Xiaosu was twittering in his ear.

Speaking of three months ago, the prince brought a hundred thousand army to the border to fight the ghost country. He was covered in golden armor and extremely mighty during the expedition, and the ministers of Korea and China were unanimously optimistic that this was the time when the prince made an immortal achievement.

It is also said that the three princes are good at dancing with long sleeves, and they are charming, visiting scribes and confucians everywhere.

Besides, the five princes, the Qingshan heroes, cooperated with Heishuitai to investigate the case and personally cut the head of the next generation of magnate Zhang Xuehe, even among the young heroes of the Shang Dynasty.

So Xia Ji put down the lamb soup bowl and began to talk freely.

“The two emperors are brave and heroic. They worshipped Haoran Taoist sect and practiced the Nine Heavens Precious Mirror. Last year, although I failed to enter the royal banquet, I still saw the second emperor in white clothes like a fairy, she was out of the dust.”

Xia Xiaosu:? ? ?

Xia Ji drank another sip of wine and said with emotion: “Later, I saw the four emperors again. She was charming and charming, gentle and elegant. She looked at herself by the shadow of Huaqing Lake. She really looked like a beautiful woman in the north. She was alive and independent. She smiled. Pour into the city, and then smile into the nation, if it is placed in the ancient times, I am afraid that it will also be the heroine of the warlord.”

Xia Xiaosu:? ? ?

Xia Ji thought about it carefully, and then said like a chatter: “By the way, although the Eight Emperors are seventeen, they can understand astronomy and geography. Even the Superintendent of Tiansi keeps praising her. She only said that she was a rare magical wizard in a century.”

Xia Xiaosu: “Hey yeah”

Xia Ji laughed boldly, and rubbed her sister’s hair again, “I’m almost finished reading the Buddhist scriptures here. Can you find some new Buddhas for me next time?”

Xia Xiaosu’s eyes were sad, but she could see that her brother seemed to really like chanting and reciting the Buddha, he was really comfortable with the situation, and he was really compliant, but that’s all right, this is the fate of her brother and sister.

She responded softly: “Hey, when the snow stops, when I go to Leiyin Temple to burn incense and pray for blessing, I asked the monk there to borrow some books.”

Xia Jidao: “It’s best to borrow the “Now Tathagata Sutra”, anyway, it is not a magical practice.”

Xia Xiaosu nodded: “Well, I will borrow it for my brother.”

She packed up the lunch box, said goodbye to the brother who was devoted to chanting Buddha, opened the door, walked into the snow that swept the entire imperial city, clamped Qiu Yi and quickly walked away.

Xia Ji closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

It has been seventeen years since the ancient dynasty came to this other world, but what have I gained?

Why is the talent that I waited for only triggered when I was fifteen?

If not, my mother would not die, right?

And you won’t be under house arrest here, right?

A scene from the Golden Temple two years ago came to his mind:

The emperor almost roared with disgust: “Xia Ji, as the prince of my Shang Dynasty, you dare to have an affair with a demon girl and defile my royal face. What sin should you be!”

“I would like to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for three full years.”

“That’s it.”

At this time, the chief attendant reminded in a negative survey: “Your Majesty, there are many magical techniques in the Royal Pavilion…”

The emperor said coldly: “They have all moved, and only the Buddhist scriptures are left. Give this Nizi!

“Here.”

Thoughts turned back.

Xia Ji raised his left hand at random, and on that left hand suddenly appeared the sorrowful way of the night of a hundred ghosts, so that the entire palm of his hand was a few laps larger and looked extremely terrifying, and everything disappeared with a flick of his finger.

This is the ninth layer of the Eighteen Prison Forces, which is taken from the great aspiration of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that “the **** is not empty, and the swear to become a Buddha”, and its power can handle the ground, pull the sky ring, and the power of the dragon elephant. Can’t compare.

“Not enough, I don’t know much about the world, so wait for now.”

Xia Ji muttered to himself, then sat under the blue light and continued to read the unfinished Buddhist scriptures.

His awakening talent, or “Gold Finger” is very simple, just one sentence: extract skill beads from all the words, and directly reach the ninth level.

The Eighteen Towns Prison Strength is extracted from the “Di Zang Sutra”.

“Ksitigarbha Sutra” is an ordinary Buddhist scripture.

(End of this chapter)