The storm had just stopped, and the sparrows sang on the branches.
The bright sunlight pierced through the thick dark clouds and sprinkled on the ruins of the Throne Room and the Central Peace Hall.
A world-shaking battle had just ended.
Wen Emperor Wu Wuji, who had fallen into the giant swastika shaped pit, was collected by the Imperial Guards and prepared to be buried in the Imperial Mausoleum.
The commander of the Imperial Guards accompanied the Crown Prince to the royal study. He immediately took the jade seal and wrote the imperial edict.
The Crown Prince had temporarily gained Ning Chen's approval.
However, Ning Chen had told the Crown Prince that as long as he did not shatter the void and ascend to the Upper Realm, he would continue to supervise the Crown Prince in the Boundless Secular World.
If the Crown Prince became a fatuous ruler, the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, would be a warning!
The Crown Prince was shocked and afraid. At the same time, he felt a little aggrieved in his heart.
In the past, the imperial power was supreme.
The Emperor was the most powerful and honorable person in the world.
The entire world was the land of the king!
No one on the shore of the earth can be a minister of the king!
But now, the supreme imperial power had been suppressed by Ning Chen.
A white-robed monk was above the emperor.
It was like the Sword of Damocles hanging above the Crown Prince's head, forcing him to be conscientious and become a wise ruler.
At the very least, being mediocre was better than being a fatuous ruler or tyrant. At least, he did not have to worry about his life.
Ning Chen circulated the Maha-Vairocana Divine Art, and the purest and most Yang Buddhist True Qi flowed through his limbs and bones. An astonishing heat seeped out, quickly drying his wet monk robes.
Ning Chen strolled in the palace after the rain. He walked ten feet with each step and quickly walked towards Zhai Xing Lou, which was located in the inner court of the palace.
He wanted to meet the Empress Su, who was so beautiful that she could topple a country and make Emperor Wen fall head over heels for her.
Before Wu Wuji usurped the throne, he was also the King Zhenyuan who had awed the world, and the beauties of the world were at his fingertips.
It was hard to imagine what kind of peerless beauty could make an emperor so intoxicated that he did not want to wake up.
"I just left the mountain and haven't met any yaomo yet.”
"I didn't expect that there would be a great demon hidden in the Great Zhou Empire's palace.”
Ning Chen stood at the 49-story Star-picking Tower and looked up. He felt that the tower was towering into the clouds, looking extremely spectacular.
Zhai Xing Lou was shaped like a forty-nine-layered tower. Its outline shrunk from the bottom to the top, forming a cone.
The building is made of bricks.
The building was decorated with yellow, green, and blue colored glazed tiles, shrines, dougong, lotus petals, corner posts, railings, flower covers, dragons, figures, birds, animals, and various flower patterns, making the building gorgeous and magnificent.
Layers upon layers of octagonal eaves hung purple-gold bells.
When the wind blew past, it would make the hundreds and thousands of bells in Zhai Xing Lou ring with a crisp and pleasant sound.
"This poor monk Miao Chen is here to pay a visit to the Empress.”
Ning Chen said calmly. His melodious and clear voice traveled from the first floor of Zhai Xing Lou to the 49th floor.
"Ding ding dang dang…"
All the bells in the 49-story Zhai Xing Lou rang because of Ning Chen's voice.
The palace maids on the 48th floor were shocked.
"His name is Miao Chen?"
"It's that vicious monk who broke into the palace!”
"It's over. Why did he come from the outer court to the inner court?”
"Where are the Imperial Guards? Where is the Chief of the Imperial Household, Eunuch Cao?”
A few young palace maids held hands and looked panicked.
"Just say that Bengong is not feeling well and won't see him.”
A pleasant, playful, and lazy voice that seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness came from the forty-ninth floor of Zhai Xing Lou.
"It's the Empress 'voice!"
"We will do as the Empress says!”
The oldest palace maid ran out of the attic and leaned on the railing. She circulated her true qi and shouted,"The monk below, the Empress's body is not in good condition and is not suitable to receive guests.”
Unfortunately, Ning Chen was not someone who could be easily dismissed.
He took a few steps back and walked out of the shelter of the eaves. He looked up and saw the palace maids on the 49th floor.
"Is the Empress sick? It just so happens that this poor monk is proficient in medicine and can bring back the dead. I can save the Empress.”
This monk…
The palace maid was indignant and said angrily," There are many imperial physicians in the palace. You don't need to treat them. The Empress doesn't want to see you. Go, go!"”
"Amitabha. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. How can I delay?”
"This Penniless Monk will come up now. Please wait for a moment, Empress.”
After saying that, Ning Chen stepped into the Star Picking Pavilion.
The palace maid's face turned pale. She returned to the attic and asked the other palace maids,"What should we do? That monk is coming up!”
The palace maids were at a loss.
They knew that Ning Chen was an unimaginably powerful expert, and they were no match for him.
At this moment, Empress Su, who was hiding on the 49th floor, bit her red lips with her sharp canine teeth.
Although the heavenly might had dissipated, the remnants of its might still remained. Empress Su had yet to put away her fox ears and fluffy snow-white tail. How could she face others?
"Wu Tianchou, oh Wu Tianchou, you've caused this prince's death!”
"I suspect that you killed two birds with one stone. You wanted to use this Monk Miao Chen to take revenge and kill Wu Wuji.”
"Then, he used the power of the heavenly punishment to kill Monk Miao Chen!”
"It's a pity that you never thought that the mighty heavenly might would fail to kill Miao Chen, but instead, I was implicated.”
Empress Su was burning with anxiety. Her pink fists grabbed her phoenix robe and red dress, and she could not help but secretly hate.
"Wait…"
Empress Su's pupils constricted, and the fox tail under the palace dress suddenly exploded.
"What a good Demonic Emperor! So you're killing three birds with one stone, including BenGong!!”
Empress Su's phoenix eyes were filled with killing intent, her black brows were tightly knitted, and her beautiful face was covered with a cold frost.
Even his angry and murderous look was so beautiful. No wonder Emperor Wen was fascinated.
She was burning with rage right now and wanted nothing more than to tear the Demonic Emperor Wu Wuji apart, but now was not the time.
"As expected of the Evil Emperor, you are truly ruthless. To think that this Queen treated you as an ally, and now you are actually borrowing someone else's knife to kill me. Do you want this Queen and Miao Chen to fight until both sides are heavily injured, and then you can sit back and reap the benefits?”
Empress Su picked up her palace clothes and was about to break the window to escape when the frightened and angry voice of the palace maid came from downstairs.
"Impudent! This is the inner court of the Imperial Palace. How dare a monk like you barge in?”
"The Empress has a body of ten thousand gold, how can you offend her!”
"How dare you, monk, be lustful. Someone come and arrest him!”
"Empress, Empress, a wild monk has barged in. We can't stop him!”
Empress Su's heart sank. She had no time to escape, so she could only sit back down and use her gorgeous palace dress to cover up her fox tail.
With a wave of her hand, the cloud curtain in the attic fell down and closed from both sides.
Layer by layer, it was as if the river was shrouded in smoke, and the fog surrounded the green mountains. It was hazy and dreamy, and only Empress Su's graceful figure could be vaguely seen.
Although the palace maids appeared fierce, they were actually weak, but if they really wanted to stop them, no one dared to do so.
Ning Chen seemed to be strolling leisurely as he ascended the 49th floor of Zhai Xing Lou and entered the pavilion.
Other than the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, and Empress Su herself, no one else had been here before.
Today, a white-robed monk came.
Ning Chen casually looked at the pavilion, put his palms together, and bowed slightly. He said,"This poor monk Miao Chen greets Empress Su. If there is any rudeness, please forgive me.”
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