[Historical Cultivation] + [Weird Secrets], [Court Plots] + [Terror]
"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"
In the second year of Jianlong, 961 AD, 330 years after Xuanzang arrived at Nalanda Temple in India.
"I am guilty of failing to break the sacrificial formation."
The whisk was broken into two pieces on the longevity altar, and Xu Xiaoyao knelt down to Zhao Kuangyin.
"My dear... Please get up!"
Two warm arms carrying Long's grace lifted Xu Xiaoyao, and Zhao Kuangyin's round face showed a kind light. Then he sighed quietly:
"Since Chen Qiao, Aiqing has worked tirelessly for the new dynasty. If God wants to blame me, let it blame me. I deserve death."
"Your Majesty!"
The Holy One was so considerate that Xu Xiaoyao fell at Zhao Kuangyin's feet, crying bitterly:
"Using the body of fire poison to break the wind poison has only been practiced in the sea. I speculate that the core is 'willingness'. I am a rotten and stinky body in the world, which is not enough to break the poison."
But... The talisman will be passed on to future generations. After fifteen years, I am willing to use the talisman passed down to my son to break this wind Gu again. "
Zhao Kuangyin's kind and round face twitched a bit. After being given some nectar, the servile Xu Xiaoyao actually revealed unexpected information.
He drew his sword.
In a flash of cold light, Xu Xiaoyao's head fell to the ground.
