Chapter 3859
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When they left the Imperial Residence, there were already twelve Protectors waiting outside, in addition to two carriages for twelve people.
Both of them got on a carriage and moved forward lightly and silently. Soon, they walked a mile and stopped outside the Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Palace was heavily guarded and blocked their way. Then, they were asked to change to another carriage and the Protectors of the Imperial Palace personally carried the carriage inside.
After three miles, they arrived outside a basilica.
Outside the basilica stood eight Protectors in purple with swords at their waists. They stood with their hands on the swords and stared coldly at Chu Li who came out of the carriage.
Prince Jin and Zhao Zhenghe were familiar with each other. They were not on guard but when they saw Chu Li, they could not help but tense up. The veins on their hands were bulging and they were ready to pull out their swords at any time.
Chu Li smiled and a warm aura spread out.
The veins on the hands of the eight Protectors disappeared and their hostility disappeared. Their eyes were still fixed on Chu Li and they did not dare to be careless.
They did not feel hostility but friendliness. They wanted to let go of their swords but reason stopped them.
Chu Li pressed his palms together and stood in place.
Zhao Zhenghe said in a low voice, "Go forward and tell them that the Divine Monk Ding Ru has arrived."
A servant not far in front said, "Yes, Your Highness."
His chubby face was amiable, and he was all smiles, giving people an inexplicable good impression of him.
Zhao Zhenghe turned his head and said, "Master, Father is very kind."
Chu Li chuckled.
Zhao Zhenghe said, "But we cannot relax just because Father is kind."
Chu Li nodded.
"Summon Ding Ru into the basilica!" A servant shouted from afar and the sound traveled very far in the spacious Imperial Palace.
Chu Li and Zhao Zhenghe looked at each other and slowly walked into the basilica.
Once they entered the basilica, it was like stepping into a lake.
The ground was bright but because it was clean and shiny, it looked like a lake.
Four Protectors stood under the steps in the middle of the basilica. On the nine steps, there was a desk. Behind the desk sat an old man with white eyebrows and beard. He wore a bright yellow gown and looked thin. His eyes were bright as if he could see through people's hearts.
Beside him stood an old man in blue. He had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He looked even older than the old man, and he looked at the two of them with a kind expression.
The two of them stopped ten meters away from the steps. Two Protectors were already standing in front of them with their hands on their swords. They stared at Chu Li, ready to attack at any moment.
"Imperial Father." Zhao Zhenghe cupped his fists and bowed. "My master is here."
Chu Li pressed his palms together and smiled. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The Omniscient Profound Void Mirror looked at the surroundings and looked down at the entire imperial palace. It was indeed heavily guarded, and there was an invisible force blocking his view. He could only see the general outline, but not the details.
It was as if they were separated by a layer of water curtain, indistinct and indistinct. However, one could feel the hidden biting cold aura, which was obviously caused by the guards.
"Divine Monk Ding Ru?" Emperor Zhao Yancheng of the Great Yu sized Chu Li up and sneered. "Heh!"
Chu Li pressed his palms together and smiled. "It's me."
"He's known as the Divine Monk. It's said that he can bring the dead back to life." Zhao Yancheng got up from behind the table and walked down the steps with his hands behind his back. He came to Chu Li, and the two Protectors followed him closely, their bodies tense.
Chu Li smiled and nodded. He did not deny it.
"Can you really bring the dead back to life?" Zhao Yancheng scoffed. His eyes flashed like a ferocious tiger about to devour someone.
His body was thin, but his aura was shocking.
Chu Li said, "It depends on fate. If I really have no merit and my lifespan is up, I can't do anything about it."
"Heh, you monks always have a way to absolve yourself!" Zhao Yancheng sneered.
Chu Li smiled without saying a word. He did not refute.
"Imperial Father!" Zhao Zhenghe was unconvinced. "That's for sure. Cheng Hao might have faked his death, but the Princess did not die in a short time. It can't be wrong. I'm not stupid!"
"Who's stupid if you're not!" Zhao Yancheng glared at him.
Unconvinced, Zhao Zhenghe took a deep breath.
Zhao Yancheng waved his hand. "Shut up!"
Zhao Zhenghe was even more unconvinced.
Zhao Yancheng said, "Let's do it this way. Whether you have divine power or not, we might as well test it out on the spot. Master Ding Ru, do you dare?"
Chu Li smiled. "How dare I disobey Your Majesty's orders."
"Good!" Zhao Yancheng clapped. "Gu Yuanhe!"
The elder beside him bowed. "Yes!"
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