This basilica was magnificent and luxurious. The roof was dyed with gold powder, flashing golden rays under the sun. It was like a celestial palace.
At this time, there were more than a hundred protectors standing outside the basilica. They surrounded the basilica so tightly that even birds could not enter.
Chu Li and Gu Yuanhe got off the sedan and four protectors came forward to stop them.
"Chief Gu, there are rules," a middle-aged protector closed fist saluted and said.
More than a hundred protectors were solemn and motionless like statues, forming a dense killing intent. At this time, the killing intent was directed at Chu Li. They stared at him with bright eyes, ready to draw their swords at any time.
Gu Yuanhe said, "Yes, come."
The middle-aged protector quickly searched Gu Yuanhe and came to Chu Li.
Chu Li wore a loose gray robe with long sleeves. The middle-aged protector checked him more carefully.
However, Chu Li had nothing on him. He knew it would be troublesome to enter the palace, so he deliberately did so.
The middle-aged protector took a step back and closed fist saluted. "Chief Gu, Master, please come in!"
Gu Yuanhe said apologetically, "Divine monk, they are also doing their duty. This time, His Majesty is furious. Everyone is trembling with fear and does not dare to slack off."
Chu Li nodded.
The two entered the basilica and saw Deng Yue kneeling on the ground with a solemn and sad expression. When he saw Chu Li, his eyes flashed but he did not speak.
"Your Majesty, the divine monk is here," Gu Yuanhe said softly.
There was an exquisite small bed in the middle of the basilica. A beautiful young girl lay on the bed. She seemed to be in a sweet dream with a peaceful expression.
Emperor Zhao Yancheng of the Great was sitting on the embroidered stool, holding her hand tightly. His eyes did not blink as he looked at her sadly. He was afraid that she would suddenly disappear in front of him and never wake up again.
"Your Majesty?" Gu Yuanhe whispered.
Zhao Yancheng turned to look at Chu Li. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Your Majesty." Chu Li pressed his palms together.
"Ding Ru, come over quickly." Zhao Yancheng said hurriedly, "As long as An Fu can be saved, I … I …"
He suddenly remembered that there was nothing to reward Chu Li with.
He didn't want to stay in the palace, and as a monk, he didn't have any desire for money. Moreover, as an eminent monk, he didn't lack anything, so he didn't have any desires. It was really a headache.
Chu Li smiled. "Your Majesty, there's no need to reward me. I'll take a look."
He came to Zhao Yancheng's side, looked down at Princess Anfu, and reached out his hand to touch her wrist.
"How is it possible to save him?" Zhao Yancheng hurriedly asked.
He had already chased Zhang Wuniu out.
Zhang Wuniu was a divine doctor, but he was helpless. The assassin had used poison, which was a rare poison in the world. It could seal the throat upon contact with blood, and it was a fatal blow. When the assassin was brought in, he was already dead. He was a doctor, not a god.
Chu Li gently touched Princess Anfu's forehead with his left index finger. "Alright."
Zhao Yancheng said, "This time, it was the work of Heaven Mending Tower. Deng Yue was incompetent. He attacked heavily, but he couldn't destroy Heaven Mending Tower. Instead, Heaven Mending Tower took revenge by assassinating An Fu!"
"I deserve to die!" Deng Yue kowtowed again.
Zhao Yancheng snorted. "Can you deal with Heaven Mending Tower or not?"
Deng Yue clenched his teeth and was silent for a moment. He sighed and said, "Your Majesty, I underestimated Heaven Mending Tower. I'm afraid I can't deal with them."
"Then we let them run amok?" Zhao Yancheng coldly said.
Deng Yue said, "I was also assassinated by them. Fortunately, I had the prayer beads given by the great master. My mind was refreshed, and my intuition was sharp. I sensed them ahead of time, and was able to escape those three assassinations. I never expected that after failing to assassinate me, they would go and assassinate the princess. They are truly despicable!"
Gu Yuanhe shook his head and looked at Princess Anfu with pity.
Zhao Yancheng said, "Today they can assassinate the princess. Tomorrow, they can assassinate the royal highness. Then, they will assassinate an important minister!"
"Yes." Deng Yue nodded. "They will definitely retaliate crazily to intimidate the other countries. Your Majesty, I am incompetent. Please beg for my remains!"
Zhao Yancheng coldly stared at him.
Deng Yue said, "I know that once I leave my position, I won't have the divine monk's prayer beads. I definitely won't be able to escape their assassination. However, as long as I can deal with them, I will die without regrets. I can't occupy my position and be greedy for my life!"
"Shut up!" Zhao Yancheng snorted.
Deng Yue made a fearless expression.
"Do you think I am really softhearted?" Zhao Yancheng coldly snorted. "If An Fu doesn't wake up, you won't be able to redeem yourself even if you die a hundred times!"
"Yes, yes." Deng Yue hurriedly said.
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