Chapter 24: not at the right time

Chapter 24: not at the right time

  Chapter 24 at the wrong time

   Zhao Huaizhong returned to Xianyang, it was almost evening.

   He still went to Ye Yufu to review and process more than ten files, and did not return to Xianyang Palace until night fell.

   Counting the time, it has been seven or eight days since the last time I watered the gourds.

   Zhao Huaizhong went to the garden to see the changes in the gourd.

   "It didn't grow at all." Zhao Huaizhong came under the gourd vine.

   Five small gourds, green and well-proportioned in size, like finely carved works of art, but nothing has changed in the past few days.

   "Liu Qi, pour the water again."

   "No!"

  Liu Qi rushed to get the bucket.

   Zhao Huaizhong took out the container, poured a drop of liquid out, and mixed it with the water in the bucket.

  After watering, Zhao Huaizhong has more expectations about whether there will be new changes in the little gourds.

   Back in the bedroom, he asked Liu Qi to take out two scrolls of bamboo slips and spread them out on the table.

   This was sent by Fan Qingzhou after he returned to Ye Yufu. It was found under the altar in the village where the eclipse religion was hidden.

The content of   bamboo slips is part of the cultivation methods of the eclipse teaching, all of which are ghost magic.

   Along with the bamboo slips, there is also a bronze plaque used to collect the grievances of the corpses.

   Zhao Huaizhong didn’t need this bronze medal, but he kept it, ready to use it as a sacrifice.

   He checked the content of the bamboo slips, and thought that although this technique was not the right way, he could see that the ghost path was also quite subtle.

  There are hundreds of schools of thought in this world, and there are many ways to practice.

   is dominated by the three religions and nine streams, forming the characteristics of a huge and complicated practice where a hundred schools of thought flourish.

   According to what he knew from reading the classics during this period, in an even older period, it seemed that someone really once became an immortal and left the dust, making people fascinated.

   Zhao Huaizhong has only seen the fur of several cultivation paths, such as vertical and horizontal, yin and yang, miscellaneous families, and martial arts.

  The Sendai chapter of his own practice seems to belong to the Taoist lineage, but it also contains content in other directions, and it is impossible to give a specific positioning at the moment.

   Zhao Huai read from mid-night to early morning. After putting down the bamboo scroll, he began to warm up the strength in his body.

   When you reach the sixth floor of Sendai, you can not only absorb the energy in the void, but also draw the moonlight into your body every time you practice.

   Sensing the power of the moon's breath is also the difficulty of this level of practice.

   However, Zhao Huaizhong did not sense too many obstacles in his practice, and he smoothly visualized the breath of the bright moon into his body, and began to accumulate the power to break through and hit a new realm.

   At this time, when he closed his eyes and pushed the breath in his body, a ray of bright moonlight was drawn down from the window and surrounded him.

   The whole room is like a lake where moonlight gathers, transparent and clear.

  In the end, all the Yuehua slowly infiltrated into Zhao Huaizhong's body and became part of his power.

   After the practice was over, Zhao Huaizhong took a nap.

   It was not dawn, so he ran to see the gourd.

   The little gourds were watered for the second time by the liquid in the container, and the night passed, and there was indeed a new change.

   They grew a little again.

  What is different from the past is that on the surface of the emerald green gourd, there are several hidden textures, like a natural incantation. As long as Zhao Huaizhong reaches out and touches it, the texture will emerge.

   "There is the last drop of container liquid left, I wonder if I can let the gourd ripen."

   When Zhao Huaizhong left, he picked a green gourd vine leaf and put it in his sleeve.

   After breakfast, he went to the court meeting, and then came to the stone hall of the ancestral temple.

   Zhao Huaizhong has not been here for the past few days since the last time I talked to the monster in the stone wall.

   He entered the stone hall and looked at the stone wall where the monster was.

   The monster in the mural was lying there, with no breath, the whole body became illusory and blurry, about to dissipate, and actually died.

   There is a stone tablet beside the monster. Before he died, the tablet was filled with dense ancient characters.

   Zhao Huaizhong withdrew his gaze, walked straight to the Sendai Giant Pillar, and watched the original text of the Sendai chapter attentively.

  This time he took a look at the content of Sendai puppet art.

   In this era, there was no paper, but the puppet art involved the art of paper tying.

   "Would you like to get the paper out in this world in advance, although the paper used in the puppet art is not ordinary paper." Zhao Huaizhong muttered.

  In the history of cognition, paper seems to have only started to exist in the Western Han Dynasty after the Qin Dynasty.

   However, in the Qin Dynasty, the conditions for papermaking were actually relatively mature. Techniques such as silk beating had already appeared in the Qin Dynasty, and with proper guidance, paper could be produced.

   "Go back and find someone to try. At least it's more convenient to write with paper."

  Then Zhao Huaizhong tried to make sacrifices to the altar. The sacrifices were bronze medals obtained from the eclipse and bamboo slips that recorded the methods of ghost practice.

  Unfortunately, there was no movement on the altar, and no sacrifices were received at all.

   Zhao Huaizhong immediately began to practice the Nine Ges of Leaving the Soul, dodging and moving around in the stone hall, like a dragon roaming and a tiger leaping, until he saw a little sweat, then he accepted the Geshu and walked outside the hall.

   "Human, I'm dead, why don't you come close to see what I left on the stone tablet?"

   Just as Zhao Huaizhong was about to leave the stone hall, the monster in the fresco turned over and came back to life from pretending to be dead, calling out to Zhao Huaizhong.

   "It doesn't matter what you leave behind, just keep dying."

   Seeing that Zhao Huaizhong didn't even look at himself, the monster said anxiously, "Don't go, come back.

   Next time you come again, I may really die. I only have the last ray of breath left, and I need the nourishment of my soul power, otherwise my soul will fly away.

   If you have any conditions, just mention it. "

   However, Zhao Huaizhong ignored him at all and walked out of the stone hall.

   With his eyesight, the monster tried to play dead to trick him into approaching the stone wall, but there was no door.

  The monster in the stone wall slumped to the ground, and this time he was really in despair.

   He can already feel that his pill has been sealed for a long time without dying. He didn't expect to see hope in the last time, but he didn't grasp it and was about to dissipate.

   At the last moment of his life, he turned over the knot and imprinted the knowledge and some secrets in the remnant soul on the stone tablet beside him.

   Then sit there quietly, waiting for the moment to disperse.

   Zhao Huaizhong went out of the stone hall and went to King Zhuangxiang to ask for a hand orb, ready to go out to the palace to hunt.

   After King Zhuangxiang left the dynasty, he used to go to Zhao Ji's Zhangtai Palace to have breakfast together.

   Zhao Huaizhong did not need to inquire about the whereabouts of King Zhuangxiang, his servant, and came directly to Zhangtai Palace. His father and mother were indeed there.

   When he came in, King Zhuangxiang and Zhao Ji were both sweaty.

   Zhao Ji's lips were moist, her face was crimson, and her almond eyes seemed to be dripping with water.

  Zhao Huaizhong took a breath, turned around and walked out: "Father and mother forgive me, I came at a wrong time, I will come back in the afternoon."

"you come back."

   Zhao Ji said slightly annoyed.

   King Zhuangxiang was quite content and behaved as usual.

   Zhao Ji said, "Your father has something to do and will leave soon. You stay and talk to your mother."

   "Before the father leaves, can you give me an edict? I plan to go out for a day and go hunting in Shimen Mountain." Zhao Huaizhong stopped.

   King Zhuangxiang frowned and said, "How do you ensure safety when you leave the city?"

   "When I go out, the elites of Ye Yufu will accompany them, and it's not too far away, it's near Xianyang, so there's no danger."

   Zhao Huaizhong explained patiently, and successfully got the hand letter from King Zhuangxiang.

   When King Zhuangxiang left, Zhao Ji grabbed her son: "Can you leave the city?"

   "What's wrong?" Zhao Huaizhong tilted his head and asked.

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