Chapter 737

He doesn't want to put Zhong Zhiling to death. He never wants to. What he wants is to control him, manipulate him, make him completely submissive and completely obedient to himself. But if Zhong Zhiling is determined

"Siyao," after a while, Zhong Zhiheng turned around to look at the picture of the woman on the wall, with a soft voice and a sneer, "entrusted a dream to Lao Qi, so that he would not force me To kill one's relatives. "

"Hooray master," Zhao Ruhai came in with a curtain, followed by a grand master. Zhao Ruhai went to zhongzhiheng and bowed in front of him and reported, "hooray master, the practice of the master is over. Taoist priest Qingxu said that there is something important to report to you in person."

"Xuan." Zhong Zhiheng said in a deep voice.

"I've seen you in my humble way. I'd like to invite your majesty to have a good day!" The Taoist priest of Qingxu followed Zhao Ruhai in and bowed to Zhong Zhiheng.

"Come on, get down," said Zhong Zhiheng, looking at the white bearded and white haired Taoist priest with the idea of immortal wind and crane bone in front of him, and asking, "the Dharma has been finished?"

"Yes, if I go back to Vivian, I've just finished all the legal work," said the Taoist priest Qingxu, carefully wording, "tell me Vivian. I found an idea situation in the wife of Huidi. It's very important, so I came to report it to Vivian."

"Seat." Slow voice of Zhong Zhiheng.

"Yes, I do." Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he moved an embroidery pier and put it behind the Taoist priest Qingxu.

"Thank you very much," said Taoist priest Qingxu hurriedly, as he sat down and said respectfully. "I just found that there was a great deal of Yin Qi in Changchun palace, which was very strange. Now I cast a method to exorcise evil spirits, but I found that there were undead who could not be driven away. It was the undead who was the cause of it. Empress Huidi was haunted by nightmares these days."

"The undead who cannot be driven away?" Zhong Zhiheng frowned tightly. He always sneered at the ghost. At this time, he was half disbelieving to the serious face of Taoist Qingxu, but he wanted to listen to it further. "What kind of person's ghost are you talking about? Why can't you drive away? "

"Yes, long live! The undead has an unsolved mind, so he has been staying in the sun and refuses to leave. However, the undead is old and has no great ability. She can't stand close to ordinary people. She is pregnant and her body, bones and spirit are not as good as before. The undead is empty. There are many gods and gods guarding the imperial palace How could the dead enter? " The Taoist priest of Qingxu frowned, and then he pinched his fingers and said something. For a while, he put down his hand, stood up again, knelt down on his knees, and then reported to Zhong Zhiheng in fear, "please forgive me for my death."

Zhong Zhiheng said impatiently, "if you have something to say."

"I don't know that the empress of Hui's concubine has ever participated in the sacrificial ceremony since she was pregnant? Or... " Speaking of this, the Taoist priest Qingxu paused and carefully looked at Zhong Zhiheng's gloomy face, but at the same time he was too big to breathe. Then he continued to whisper, "or who has the concubines of wisdom sacrificed in private? That's what brought the dead. "

Zhong Zhiheng's face was ugly. He looked at the Taoist priest who knelt in front of him. His heart was burning up, but there was a cold sweat in his hand.

"Long live," Zhong Zhiheng said for a long time, and Zhao Ruhai carefully reminded him, "it's not until after the seventh night that the empress Hui's wife begins to have a nightmare."

Zhong Zhiheng knew from the bottom of his heart that he drank two mouthfuls of tea and suppressed his dissatisfaction. Then he looked to the Taoist priest Qingxu: "what method can we use to send the dead away?"

"Long live, as long as the wishes of the dead have been fulfilled, they will not stay in the sun." Qingxu is a long way.

"Then how can we know what the wishes of the dead are?" Zhong Zhiheng frowned.

"I don't have enough magic power. I can't see through it." the man in the face of Taoist Qingxu looked at Zhong Mingwei. He was very alert and busy. "I can try my best. Please grant me my permission!"

"All right, get out of here." Zhong Zhiheng suddenly said in a cold voice.

"Yes, I do. I'll leave." The Taoist priest Qingxu, like hearing of amnesty, was so busy that he bowed down.

"Long live ye," Zhao Ruhai added tea to Zhong Zhiheng, and then stood beside Zhong Zhiheng, with some desire to say and stop saying, "is it not the wish of empress Zhen Xian that she wants to ask for it from him through the body of empress Hui's concubines?"