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Chapter 125: The prince has an order, you can die!(2/2)

"Don't worry, I will give you talismans by myself." Wang Yuanzhi smiled slightly. "As long as you have this talisman, no matter how strong the little monk is, he will not be able to calculate what you want to do."

"But..." Another man in black hesitated for a moment.

"Lingguan, come in?" Wang Yuanzhi shouted to the outside. As he spoke, a Taoist priest in his twenties walked in from outside the door.

"Let's do this, I'll follow you this time. He has a profound Taoist ritual and can already use the thunder in his palm." Wang Yuanzhi continued, "Even if that little monk is evil, he will definitely be crushed to pieces under the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma of my Shangqing Sect. So you don't have to worry!"

"Yes!" The men in black looked at each other, and then shouted "Respect the law!"

"Well, you go now. Tonight, Chang'an City will definitely be very chaotic!" Wang Yuanzhi said to a few men in black with a smile, and then turned his head to look at the Taoist priest named Lingguan. "Lingguan, you should take care of your junior brothers along the way. If the demon monk is too strict in preventing it, come back directly. Your life is the most important. "Yes!"

"Master. These guys are obviously greedy for life and fear of death." After Lingguan led these Taoist priests out, Mr. Pan immediately seized the opportunity and said to Wang Yuanzhi, "Why do you want to send Junior Brother Lingguan out?"

"Of course they are greedy for life and fear death, but if they go to Lingguan, it will be different." Wang Yuanzhi changed his words and said, "Shi Zheng, I, the guardians of Shangqing Sect, should not be sent down the mountain to do any training. The Taoist hearts have not been tempered, and they are degenerate faster than the other!"

"Yes!" Pan Shizheng answered respectfully, and then asked tentatively, "Master, where is His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is really angry this time!" Wang Yuanzhi let out a long sigh. "But fortunately, His Majesty is still thinking about the support we have been to Shangqing Party in the past. In a short period of time, there should be no measures against us."

"What should we do now?" Mr. Pan continued to ask.

"Since this emperor is not good, we can only change one." Wang Yuanzhi straightened his back and said to Pan Shizheng, "Now we can only do our best to elect His Royal Highness the King of Qin to ascend the throne."

"But, Your Majesty seems to have no intention of passing the throne to His Highness the King of Qin!" Mr. Pan said with some worries.

"Your Majesty does not want to pass the throne because there is the prince and the king of Qi." Wang Yuanzhi's face was filled with ruthlessness. "As long as the prince and the king of Qi die, your Majesty does not want to pass the throne to the king of Qin, he must pass the throne to the king of Qin."

"But, it is not tolerant to assassinate the prince or the king of Qi.

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"We have to do it no matter whether it is easy or not. If we do it, there will be a glimmer of hope. If we don't do it, we will be finished with Shangqing Pie!"

"Then how do we do it?"

"It's okay to do anything, poison, assassinate, and anything." Wang Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with a crazy light. "In short, we must push the King of Qin to the throne before His Majesty remembered our Shangqing Sect again."

"Please give the order!"

"We must now regain the trust of His Highness Qin." Wang Yuanzhi waved his hand, "Tonight, go and send all the so-called eminent monks that His Highness had made friends with to me to the West to see their Buddha..."

It was already evening, and it had been several hours since Monk Falin was assassinated, but even the monks of Jifa Temple had not discovered Monk Falin's death. At this time, Monks Daoyue and Monk Xuanzang in the Sutra Library of the Great Chanting Temple did not know at all. The shadow of death had already enveloped their heads.

"Sure enough, no matter whether it is the "Tao>Taipei Jing, the Taiping Jing, or the I'm notes, the records of Yuanshi Tianzun cannot be found." Xuanzang put down the Taoist sect in his hand and said to the monk Daoyue, "It seems that Yuanshi Tianzun is actually a god forged by Taoist priests of the Shangqing sect, and it is not entirely because the young monk Wukong is slandering the Shangqing sect."

"Actually, Xuanzang, you don't have to be so attentive." Monk Daoyue twisted his beard and said to Xuanzang with a smile, "You must know that Monk Falin must be more active than us. Moreover, he is a person who reads a lot of books and is proficient in the Three Deeds. No matter how active you are, you can only wave flags and shout for him."

"Whether it is the leader or the shaking flag, it is always for the purpose of exploring the monk." Monk Xuanzang clasped his hands together, "It's better if we are a practitioner of our generation, we don't want these false names!"

"Okay!" Monk Daoyue clapped his hands gently, then stood up from the cushion. "Then Xuanzang, please continue to watch. The old monk is old and weak, so he goes to rest first."

"The great monk walked slowly!" Monk Xuanzang politely put down the book in his hand, folded his head and bowed.

"No need to send it off!" Daoyue walked to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, opened the door, and looked into the sky. "It's too late, Xuanzang, you should rest early, too."

Xuanzang nodded slightly, signaling him to understand.

Monk Daoyue smiled slightly, then walked out of the Sutra Pavilion. Just as he had just walked down the stairs of the Sutra Pavilion, he met a man wearing an Eastern Palace costume.

"Monkey Daoyue" reached out and stopped him, "Do you have a letter to me?"

"The prince will give me a letter?" Monk Daoyue asked strangely, "Where is it?"
Chapter completed!
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