Ding Zhou Ji

Not long after Yin Fuque took charge of Tenglian Pavilion on his own, he came to Shuzhou, which is located in the southernmost part of Dingzhou State, to preside over the alliance ceremony between Tenglian Pavilion and the local Jingyi people.

About 70.00% of Shuzhou's area is covered by unfathomable mountainous jungles, where countless tribes and tribes have lived for generations, and the Jingyi tribe is the most powerful and powerful among them.It can be said that if you want to gain a foothold in Shuzhou, it is absolutely impossible to do it without the support of the king of the mountain and jungle.

After Shuijian Kingdom occupied Shuzhou, it mainly controlled the non-mountainous jungle areas and the transportation fortresses leading to other states and counties.So in the past 20 years, although there have been frequent small conflicts in Shuzhou, overall, it is considered to be peaceful.

After the rapid rise of Tenglian Pavilion, it took some time and effort to finally gain mutual trust with these tribes, and then there was this formal alliance ceremony.

After everything was successfully concluded, Yin Fuque was invited by the head of the Jingyi clan to go to his territory for investigation.The group watched and discussed when they came to the foot of a mountain, the patriarch pointed to a place not far away surrounded by thick white mist and said: "It is the most cloudy and cold place in the whole Shuzhou, and within five miles there is no There is nothing alive. Anyone who enters the white mist rashly, even a bird, will never come out again. Your Highness must be extremely careful."

Yin Fuque repeatedly nodded his thanks with a smile, but when he continued to walk forward with the patriarch, he turned his head and took a serious look at the white place.

Two days later, Yin Fuque, who had already dealt with all the alliance matters, came to this place alone. He only stopped for a while in front of the white mist that seemed to be a thick barrier, and then walked in resolutely. The figure was engulfed by this boundless white in the blink of an eye.

Being in such mist is actually no different from being in absolute darkness. Yin Fuque closed his eyes, and followed a voice to move forward slowly.This is the voice that has been lingering in his ears since that day when he came here with the patriarch of the Jingyi clan.But what Yin Fuque can be sure of is that this is a calling, and it is a calling from his own heart.

In a biting chill, Yin Fuque opened his eyes.He had already stepped out of the seemingly endless white mist, and was standing beside a cold pool that was so emerald green that it was faintly black, and in front of him was a dark and bottomless grotto.The call in his heart became stronger and stronger, Yin Fuque looked around carefully, and after a little thought, he walked into the grotto without hesitation.

As if he was in an ice cellar or submerged in a millennium swamp, the moment Yin Fuque stepped into the grotto, he felt that the cold here had condensed his blood into ice, and the damp here had turned into ice. The maggot that has become his bone will never be able to get rid of.

Yin Fuque closed his eyes again, but this time he could vaguely "see" the water drops and ice balls on the walls of the grotto without using his eyes, and "see" the road under his feet as if it had never been walked by before. But the slippery black moss "saw" a gloomy light emerging from the depths of the grotto.

At this time, an old and dry voice came clearly from the light: "You are finally here."

Yin Fuque did not make a sound.Just silently continue to walk in that direction step by step steadily.

An old man with long beard reaching the ground, white hair and eyes closed.A young man in plain clothes lying in a transparent coffin.

Yin Fuque stopped. "Looking" at the two people in front of me: "Did you guys call me these two days?"

The old man seemed to have not spoken for a long time.The voice was hoarse and difficult: "Yes. We have been waiting for you here for 20 years."

Yin Fuque raised his breath secretly: "20 years? How do you say that?"

"Oh, don't worry, let's take a look at a few paintings first." The old man said while slowly stretching out his hands to brush the forehead of the young man in the coffin...

In the dim white light, one picture after another appeared in front of Yin Fuque's "eyes": boy, beautiful woman, cold palace, curse... exactly the same as what appeared in the nightmare that has been haunting him since then.

Yin Fuque couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, barely suppressing the shock in his heart, and tried his best to calmly say: "I've finished watching. So what's next?"

The old man moved the corner of his mouth as if to smile: "Second Highness, you really deserve a great job!"

Yin Fuque was shocked again, and then said coldly: "I don't like charades."

"Second Highness, do you know who the boy in the picture is?"

Yin Fuque thought for a while and said: "He should be Yin Wujiu, the deposed prince of our dynasty."

The old man nodded slightly and said: "Second Highness, the child in the picture is now lying in the coffin in front of you."

Yin Fuque was shocked, and hurriedly "looked" at the person in the coffin: he saw that this person was about twenty years old, with a face that was so pale that it was almost transparent, and a face that was so thin that it seemed that it might disappear at any time. breath.

If Yin Wujiu was still alive, he would have been 32 years old. This young man could not be the deposed prince of the previous dynasty, but his eyebrows and eyes were clearly similar to the boy in the picture.

The old man seemed to know the doubts in Yin Fuque's heart: "Because His Majesty's internal organs have been injured by that cup of poisoned wine, and he needs to sleep for a long time to protect his little vitality, and he can slowly recuperate. .So His Highness looks much younger than his actual age, even slightly younger than you, Second Highness."

Yin Fuque pondered for a moment, then turned to the old man and said: "If he is really Yin Wulevel who should have died 20 years ago, then who are you? Why are you looking for me now?"

The old man suddenly let out a hoarse and short dry laugh: "Second Highness, it seems that you still don't believe it!"

I saw the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his head held high, his hands stretched out straight to the sky, as if he was asking the sky for something.Immediately afterwards, scenes full of resentment, stained with blood and covered with bones were slowly unfolded in front of Yin Fuque's "eyes".

Jiuding is dark, and Kyushu is split.It turned out that all of this came from one person's own hatred.

Yin Fuque knew his concubine's love and concubine's hatred, he believed that concubine's original intention was to use the blood of the Xiao clan and his father, King Wulie, to pay homage to those thousands of people who died in vain on the grassland.It's just that after one hatred provoked a series of hatreds, the initial hatred became the heaviest sin.

It was only at this moment that Yin Fuque really understood what the mother and concubine meant by "done a crime and owed a debt".

Yin Fuque's clenched fists had been slowly loosened, and he suddenly felt as if a towering mountain was pressing on his chest, making him breathless and almost suffocating, pressing his The soul seems to be shattered into pieces.

The old man said desolately: "Because your mother and concubine framed the Xiao family, your father and king broke the blood oath that the Yin and Xiao families have maintained for thousands of years, and thus offended the divine beast and withdrew its divine power to protect Kyushu. This is how it has been for more than 20 years." Come to my Dingzhou country, the great catastrophe of ruining the country and destroying the country!"

Yin Fuque asked in a hoarse voice, "How do you know all this?"

The old man's voice was full of remorse and sarcasm: "Because I am the little priest in the picture just now. I followed Princess Fanluo's instructions and put the bag of things she gave me under the altar of the priest's mansion. I did not I didn't ask what it was, who would have thought that such a beautiful, noble and kind-looking princess would harm people? And because of my low position, I don't even have the qualifications to be arrested and executed. I can only helplessly I watched the five priests who yelled at 110 wronged be executed on the spot in front of me. At that time, I was very scared. I was afraid that I would be beheaded like them, and I was afraid that my bones would be ashes like them, so I didn’t dare to stand up. Explain the truth. Heh! But even if I tell you, who would believe it?..." The old man paused and said, "So I am the only one who knows that Queen Xiao and the crown prince were wronged."

"Then you saved... saved the prince? But you were only twelve or thirteen years old at the most..."

"12 years old, I was 14 years old when the crown prince drank poisonous wine." The old man picked up his white beard and hair with trembling hands and smiled sadly: "Actually, I am only 34 years old this year! Hahahaha! In those two years Here, I took the risk of being Ling Chi and secretly learned the witchcraft that can bring the dead back to life, just to have a chance to make up for my sins. God always treats me kindly! Hahahaha!..."

Yin Fuque couldn't believe it: "Bringing back to life?"

The old man laughed miserably and said: "To be precise, it is a life for a life. Just after the crown prince drank the poisoned wine, I replaced him with a corpse that had been prepared earlier, and returned him with magic spells." The soul that has time to dissipate in the future is forcibly captured back into his body. Then come to this most cloudy and cold place, and use my life essence to heal his injuries and prolong his life. God has mercy, it has been 20 years, and the prince has been damaged My internal organs can finally be restored immediately! It has been 20 years! Hahaha!"

Yin Fuque "looked" at the old man's crazy smile: "You mean, the crown prince is about to be resurrected?"

The old man's laughter stopped suddenly: "No, not yet. I don't have enough time and mana left. I can only restore the prince's body, but not bring him back to life." Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stopped. No more words.

Yin Fuque said indifferently: "Presumably this is why you asked me to come here, what should I do?"

The old man pondered for a moment and then slowly said: "Second Highness, I believe that with your ability, you will be able to restore my Dingzhou Kingdom one day, and then you will be the king of my Dingzhou Kingdom..."

Yin Fuque interrupted his words: "My restoration of the country was originally only to avenge our country's shame and inspire our people. As for other things, I have never given the slightest consideration. Besides..." He gave a soft smile: "This It was originally a debt that I should pay back. What's more, if we really want our Dingzhou Kingdom to be able to enjoy long-term stability in the future, we still have to rely on the Yin and Xiao clans to renew the blood oath to recall the divine power of Jiuding, and the only one who can do this is Prince, isn't it?"

"Yes. However, if this is the case, then the Second Highness, your hard work over the years will end up with..."

"These things are in my life, what is the hard work, and what is the result? Just say what I need to do, even if I give up this life, I should be responsible for it." .”

The old man was finally a little moved, and bowed down with difficulty and said: "The Second Highness has such a heart, please accept my bow!"

Yin Fuque stretched out his hand to support his thin body and said softly: "Actually speaking, I also owe you a lot."

The old man sat down again and said in a trembling voice: "If you want to bring His Highness back to life, you need to use your Second Highness's blood as an introduction, with the help of your fate of being brothers and brothers who are connected by blood with His Highness, coupled with your own superior cultivation. Give it a try."

"Is it just that? Why is it so difficult?"

The old man hesitated for a while and then said: "And... the most important thing is that doing so will do you a lot of harm. Because His Highness's recovery is at the cost of consuming your energy and life. But according to the current situation It seems that if everything goes well, His Majesty will be able to come back to life in at most five years. That is to say, you will lose at most five years of life. But... How much damage will it cause to your body? It's hard to say..."

Yin Fuque said indifferently: "I've said it before, even if my life is taken away, it doesn't matter."

He looked at Yin Wuji who had been sleeping quietly and said to himself: "Five years. I hope that after five years, I can give you back a complete and peaceful Dingzhou Kingdom, big brother."