Liu Xi was seriously ill?
How was that possible?
When Feng Jue and the others heard the news, their first reaction was disbelief. Especially Cheng Jing, who had the privilege of watching Jiang Pengji kill demons up close. He knew that Jiang Pengji was afraid of demons and ghosts. He did not believe that her grandmother's death could affect her to this extent.
However, facts spoke louder than words, and the evidence was irrefutable.
In terms of skepticism, they were far inferior to Huang Song. Even Huang Song was convinced by the collected evidence. How could they doubt the truth?
Suspicion required evidence. They could not find any evidence or flaws to overturn the fact that Liu Xi was seriously ill.
Could it be that they could only rely on intuition or irresponsible guesses like "I think …"?
"My lord, you mean … to seize this opportunity?"
Jiang Pengji was seriously ill, and there was no leader in the camp. No matter how capable the strategists and generals were, they could not overstep their authority in many matters.
Losing their lord meant that they had no backbone. They would be overcautious in both offense and defense.
This was a good opportunity for Huang Song and the others to take advantage of the situation.
Huang Song nodded. "There's only one chance. We don't know when Lanting's condition will improve … or worsen …"
Jiang Pengji was still single. If she knelt down, the power she had built up would inevitably collapse.
Huang Song could not help but sigh at the thought of that situation.
As an opponent, the more unlucky the enemy, the better, but as a friend, he hoped that she would be well.
Of course, before the outcome of the battle was decided, the relationship between him and Jiang Pengji was only hostile.
Cheng Jing said, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate to send troops rashly. It's better to test the waters by deploying troops … "
Feng Jue glanced at Cheng Jing in surprise. It was the first time he was so cautious.
"Youmo is right. Liu Xi has always been treacherous and cunning. Even if there is irrefutable evidence, we should be more cautious."
Huang Song was a little hesitant, but Cheng Jing and Feng Jue's words made sense. They should test the waters first. If there was a trap, they would not lose everything.
"If possible, keep a close eye on Zixiao." Cheng Jing thought for a moment, then added, "Since he is the messenger sent by Duke Lanting, he should know very well whether Duke Lanting is really sick or not, and whether his illness is serious. He can act for a while, but he can't act all the time. "
No matter how much information was obtained from the frontline, as long as Wei Ci revealed a flaw, the truth would be clear at a glance.
Huang Song agreed and nodded his head.
Cheng Jing said, "If the Duke of Lanting is seriously ill, my lord will be able to sit back and relax."
Wei Ci did not know that Cheng Jing had set a trap for him, a fellow disciple, but he also knew that there were countless eyes lurking around him.
In his previous life, he was able to control his emotions and ambitions, and his mentality had long been tempered.
In an unfamiliar environment, he needed to be even more cautious.
As the lord's trusted aide, how should he react when the lord was seriously ill and in a coma?
Wei Ci was very clear about this because he had the template from his previous life.
His mind kept replaying the scenes of the Emperor's serious illness and the constant treachery of the court in his previous life. It was only natural for him to show worry and worry.
Although it wasn't to the extent that he didn't care about his appearance, he looked very dispirited and depressed.
According to his habits from his previous life, he copied the scriptures for Jiang Pengji's prayers. He would forget himself as soon as he copied.
Every day at two o 'clock, he would go to the mourning hall to keep vigil for the old lord for a while, then he would return to his bedroom to wash up and copy the scriptures for his lord to pray for blessings.
He did not know how many pairs of eyes were watching him in the dark, and when they would be watching him. What he had to do was to put on a good show.
After a few days, an unexpected visitor came to the door.
"Master Liaochen?"
This person was none other than the old monk who had given him the "Phoenix Fate" that he had met by chance in the past.
Master Liaochen was a monk hired by the Liu's to perform religious rites for the old lord at a high price.
The alarm bells in Wei Ci's heart rang loudly, and he quickly tensed up.
"Donor Wei, is it convenient for me to enter the house now?"
Master Liaochen looked at Wei Ci with a smile. Seeing that the vital energy around Wei Ci had not dissipated, his smile deepened.
Wei Ci moved aside to let Master Liaochen in. At the same time, his heart was beating like a drum. He did not know the purpose of Liaochen's visit.
Wei Ci knew very well that Master Liaochen and Zhenren Liuru were both otherworldly masters. They could see many "unscientific" things.
Others did not know about Jiang Pengji's situation, but these old fakes always had their ways to know.
"After so many years, Donor Wei's complexion is much better."
Wei Ci said, "Thanks to you, I have been taking good care of myself these past few years. My body is much healthier than before."
Master Liaochen looked at the scroll on the table. It was filled with neat and elegant words, just like Wei Ci.
Wei Ci saw that Master Liaochen was looking at the scriptures he had copied. His ears turned red and his gaze became uneasy.
"Master Liaochen, are you here to reminisce about the old days?"
Master Liaochen shook his head. "No, I am here because I have something to discuss with Donor Wei."
Wei Ci said, "Master, please speak."
Master Liaochen said, "Donor Wei, do you remember the demon that was mentioned before?"
Wei Ci replied humbly, "Of course I remember, but I have not been able to find any traces of it all these years. I am very worried. Do you have any clues here? "
Master Liaochen shook his head regretfully. "I don't have any clues, but an old friend asked me to pass something to you."
Then, Master Liaochen took out a jade seal and placed it in front of Wei Ci. The jade seal was unique and exquisite. It was seven inches thick and two and a half inches long. It was as white as snow and had a transparent texture. There was an inexplicable coolness to the touch that made one feel refreshed.
When he saw the jade seal, Wei Ci's eyes widened. He straightened his body and leaned forward to pick up the jade seal.
"Isn't … isn't this the seal that Zhenren Liuru uses to invite the gods to come to the altar?"
Almost every Daoist priest would use a Daoist seal during religious ceremonies and ceremonies. This was an important tool for them to eat, and it was used for stamping when they were handing out the forms. It was said that only the sealed documents could be received by the gods and they could command the ghosts and gods to do their bidding.
Zhenren Liuru was considered half his teacher. Wei Ci's current skills as a charlatan were taught by him.
How could Wei Ci not be familiar with the seal he used?
Master Liaochen said, "A few years ago, this person fled to Hejian in a hurry. He attacked the mountain gate without any explanation and left this behind."
A few years ago?
Wei Ci was shocked and asked, "About when?"
Master Liaochen gave an approximate time. Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat.
Zhenren Liuru fled to Hejian not long after they met …
"Zhenren, he …"
Although there was no evidence, Wei Ci felt that the trouble he encountered must have something to do with him.
Master Liaochen smiled, "That person is fine. His life should not be in danger. Donor Wei, don't worry."
Wei Ci let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at the exquisite seal in his hand, not knowing what Zhenren Liuru was hinting at.
Master Liaochen said, "In Taoism, the seal is mostly used to invite the gods to come to the altar. This jade seal has followed many masters and has long developed spirituality. Not only can it be used to invite the gods, but it can also suppress evil spirits. The Zhenren left this to you for the latter. "
Wei Ci was not a Taoist and he had no occasion to use the seal. After thinking about it, the only possibility left was "suppressing evil spirits".
"I know a little about divination, but I don't know how to subdue demons or where the evil spirits are. Zhenren gave this to me. What a waste."
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