My Weird Life

 “Can’t stop…”

On the giant chariot, Kangxi was sitting upright, looking up behind Wang Chuanzhen.

Behind 'Wang Chuanzhen', the 'Nuwa Archway' stands majestically.

He withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, and casually glanced at Yin Reng, who had stepped onto the chariot and knelt down beside him. His hand was dripping with blood and several fingers were broken. He did not care about the mutilation of the crown prince's limbs. care.

 Such damage is nothing to them, the Qing royal family, and they can make up for it at will.

Kangxi picked up the swaddle on the dragon chair.

The swaddling baby, looking at Kangxi's old face covered with age spots, was frightened and burst into tears.

He didn't care about the cry of the baby in his arms, and handed the baby directly to the hands of the great monk of the Secret Treasures who was waiting under the chariot. The great monk of the Secrets held the swaddle wrapped in coarse cloth and walked to a high slope.

The great monk in red clothes built a mani pile on the high slope, then took the baby out of the swaddling clothes and placed the naked baby next to the mani pile.

He let the baby cry and struggle beside the mani pile, while he sat cross-legged next to it, turning the string of beads with all his heart, moving his lips, and recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra.

 “Om Mani Padme Hum.”

 “Om Mani Padme Hum.”

 …

The chanting sounds were so low that they were almost inaudible, echoing with the sound of the wind in the deep sloping valleys surrounding the giant tomb.

 “Om mani padme hum…”

 The reverberation is getting louder and louder.

The entire Nine Mountains world seemed to be shaken by this huge reverberation. Countless clay statues piled up in the sloping valley rolled like a layer of wavy plates. The golden blood flowing from the giant tombs painted the mountains and fields at a faster speed. .

In that deserted golden river, there were actually layers of ripples.

All the golden blood streams are converging towards the old monk on the hillside - towards the wailing baby beside him!

 The sky is gray.

 The valley is golden.

  Gray and gold both exude the same deathly stillness.

That wailing baby is the only life in this desolate world.

The great monk of the secret area closed his mouth, and the golden streams that gathered around him began to retreat towards their respective sources.

He put the baby back into the swaddling clothes, held the swaddling clothes in his arms, and walked under the giant throne again. Holding the swaddling clothes in both hands, he handed the still whimpering baby into the hands of Emperor Kangxi.

After Kangxi caught the child, the great monk of the Mizog region knelt down in front of the chariot: "Your Majesty, this child's destiny is indeed to continue the bloodline of 'Zhonghuang'.

 You are absolutely right to choose him to be your ‘body’. "

Hearing what the monk said, Yinreng, who was sitting upright on the side of the chengyu, and the princes who were as quiet as quails under the chengyu, all intentionally or unintentionally cast their eyes on the baby in Kangxi's arms.

Kangxi held the child in his arms, and a smile finally appeared on his thin and long face.

He looked at Yin Reng, who was sitting on his knees waiting on his side, and said aloud: "I have settled my matter. I can reshape myself in the 'Heavenly Mother Wheel' and extend my life span for another five hundred years. From now on, I can specialize in practice. Evolved into the 'Heavenly Mother's Great Wheel World'.

 As for worldly matters, I will leave them to you from now on. "

Yinreng listened to Kangxi's words, lowered his body, bowed on one knee and said, "I don't dare."

When the princes around Chengyu heard Kangxi's words, they all withdrew their eyes and lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

‘Wang Chuanzhen’ stood in front of the green-roofed sedan, watching with interest the reactions of the Crown Prince Yinreng and the princes present, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“Please take out the parts of the ‘ancient scrolls’ that you each have in your hands.” Kangxi said to the princes around Chengyu.

Hearing this, the princes looked shocked for a moment.

The news that they had the "Xuanyuan Ancient Scroll" was only known to the slaves who had made a life contract with each other, and it had never been spread outside. But now, "Khan Amma" opened his mouth and made them understand that all their previous calculations were over. Khan Ama had a panoramic view.

The princes were even more frightened and did not dare to disobey at all, so they each handed over part of their collection of "Xuanyuan Ancient Scrolls". The so-called "Xuanyuan Ancient Scroll" is actually a complete animal skin scroll divided into several parts. It is now held by the princes. Even Kangxi holds a fragment of Xuanyuan Scroll.

 Eight ancient scrolls were pieced together into a "Map of Xuanyuan Tomb" with one piece missing.

Kangxi stared at the missing part of the ancient scroll and frowned slightly.

He didn't say anything. Among the puppet slaves surrounding him, a tall and thin house slave approached the chengyu cautiously and handed something in his hand to the monk who was waiting under the chengyu. The monk presented it to him. Arrived on the chariot.

Kangxi pieced together the piece of leather scroll to the missing part of the "Map of Xuanyuan Tomb", and the entire map was finally pieced together. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Cheng Yu, the tall and thin slave who had brought back the last Xuanyuan fragment.

The tall and thin servant was also very clever, and without him having to ask questions, he knelt down and said repeatedly: "Your Majesty!

This is what my master, An Mutu, sent to me... This thing was originally kept by Ba Age, who later gave it to my master, and now it is in your hands..."

 “Where is the eighth prince?”

Kangxi heard the slave's somewhat incoherent words and glanced around.

Around the giant throne, the eight princes looked at their noses and their minds. The old **** stood on the ground with his head bowed. Among them, there was no sign of the eighth prince Yinhu.

The tall and thin slave kneeling on the ground explained a few words to Kangxi with a trembling voice: "My master said that the eighth prince has been ill recently and has been recuperating at home..."

 “Lao Ba is a good person and won’t go around causing trouble for me.

 Not like his brothers! "

Kangxi tapped the princes around him with his fingers, and looked at the tall and thin servant kneeling on the ground, with a smile on his face: "He is willing to let his men return the ancient scrolls to me. After all, he has a few Share filial piety.

Machi! "

The Manchu and Qing officials who were called by Kangxi knelt down in front of Chengyu and said respectfully: "I am here."

 “What level of title is the eighth prince’s title at now?”

 “The Eighth Prince should now have the title of Dorobele.”

 “I understand.”

Kangxi nodded and asked Ma Qi to stand up. He turned to look at the tall and thin slave under Chengyu and asked, "What's your name?"

 “The slave’s name is Hutabu!”

"Okay, Hutabu, you are quite smart. When you go back, do a good job in front of your master." Kangxi casually encouraged the kneeling 'Hutabu' with a few words. After listening to what Emperor Kangxi said, everyone cast envious glances at 'Khutabu'.

‘Khutabu’ looked particularly trembling. After kneeling down to thank Emperor Kangxi, he slowly backed away and returned to ‘Anmutu’.

 The "Khutabu" today is naturally different from the one in the past.

 His real name should be ‘Wang Antai’.

Anmutu looked at the slave who had returned with a smile on his face. He also reached out and patted Wang Antai on the shoulder and said, "Khutabu, you did a good job!

 After I go back, I will reward you well! "

The confused ‘Khutabu’ suddenly became flattered after hearing what his master said.

He didn't seem to have expected it at all. He was just delivering something on behalf of his master and giving a reply. How could he get praise or even a reward from his master when he came back?

Looking at his unresponsive expression, Anmutu's smile grew wider: "You are really one of my blessed generals!

　　When Ba Age knows what happened today, he will also reward you well.

Hutab, go back and rest first! "

Fortunately, the Eighth Prince had the foresight to never directly participate in this fight. He has been hiding behind the scenes. Now, the eight princes are fighting under His Majesty's nose. Each of them has been ordered to shut up and think about his mistakes. Only the Eighth Prince is praised by His Majesty. After a few words, I even asked him specifically what rank he was in -

If nothing unexpected happens, after this incident, the Eighth Prince may not be promoted to a title, and he may be promoted from Doro Belle to the King of Doro County!

This is a great achievement. If the Eighth Prince can be promoted to a noble title for this, Anmutu's reward will naturally be indispensable to him. If Hutabu was successful in spreading the message, Anmutu would naturally leave a reward to his slaves.

—He had previously ordered Hutabu to deliver the Xuanyuan fragments, but he never thought that Hutabu would come back alive. After all, God's will is unpredictable, and that person with unpredictable origins broke through the formation set up by the court officials and escaped. No one can be sure how he feels now. And now if he goes to deliver the message, if he happens to get into trouble with His Majesty, not to mention whether Anmutu himself will be implicated, but the slave who goes to deliver the thing will definitely die!

 Happily the end result is good.

Houtab answered honestly, which can be regarded as a great achievement.

Thoughts were racing in Anmutu's mind, and he looked at the 'Khutabu' in front of him.

 ‘Khutabu’—Wang Antai bowed in response and returned to the team.

He lowered his head and grinned inadvertently, as if he finally realized that he was lucky this time!