The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 212 Grafting
Zhu Shoujing suddenly woke up.

The first thing he noticed was his toes, which were stepping on a pile of dry and black pine needles. The bottom had rotted away, and he felt a soft touch under his feet.

He slowly raised his gaze.

The twisted roots bulge out from the ground, meander into the trunk, leave cracks in the bark, and then stretch out toward the sky.

The iron-blue moonlight hung down from the tree branches, illuminating a skinny figure not far away, who was looking at him quietly.

This place is already away from the imperial mausoleum, and judging from the vegetation around it, it is already on the other side of Tianshou Mountain.

Zhu Shoujing understood his situation.

From the very beginning, he was dragged into a fantasy by Emperor Jianwen.

The shadow he saw in the house was fake. He never uttered that loud shout, and then rushed into the yard with a knife in hand, and then found the other party's traces and followed them all the way. All of them were fake.

In fact, he already knew who the other person was.

No one can wipe out the celestial beings of Xiaolingwei silently. As long as Zhu Shoujing makes a sound, they will come to support him.

The only explanation is that his perception is false.

Last night he was affected by the other party's illusion, injuring his subordinates and damaging his meridians. How could he not guess the other party's identity now?

But Zhu Shoujing didn't know that if he really couldn't guess it, Emperor Jianwen would not have been able to trap him in the illusion for so long.

Because of the nature of silence and illumination, the stronger you think the other person is, the stronger he will really be; the weaker you think you are, the weaker he will really be.

After being tricked by Emperor Jianwen last night, the seeds of fear had long been planted in his heart. After guessing who the other party was, his mind became increasingly difficult to calm down, and he became increasingly weak, and the illusion became increasingly real and lasting.

If it were any other person, Emperor Jianwen might not have been able to do this.

This is also the reason why Emperor Jianwen's performance was so different when facing Yin Ruihua and the eight priests.

The eight priests knew very little about him, and he had to dodge the combined attacks of the eight celestial beings. The more he dodged, the weaker he became in the eyes of the eight priests, and it became more and more difficult for Jizhao to influence them.

Zhu Shoujing reached for his waist but didn't find his sword. He must have lost it somewhere when he was in a daze. So he clenched his fists, took a defensive stance, and looked intently at Emperor Jianwen.

Suddenly, the figure of Emperor Jianwen blurred for a moment, and then changed his appearance, no longer looking so skinny.

He had a square face, big ears, sword-like eyebrows and bee-like eyes, and was wearing a dragon robe; he looked at him with a serious and indifferent expression.

"Another illusion!"

Zhu Shoujing gritted his teeth.

He really didn't know what the other party wanted to do. If they wanted to kill him, they could have just killed him with a knife while he was unconscious. Why did they go to so much trouble to lead him here, and why did they turn him into this state?
"Who are you, why did you break into the imperial mausoleum, and why did you lead me here!"

Zhu Shoujing asked in a deep voice.

Emperor Jianwen did not speak.

In an instant, the scene in front of Zhu Shoujing changed again.

"Again!"

He cursed inwardly.

He came to another hall.

Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and limbs were broken.

This was exactly what Yin Ruihua saw that day, the experience of how he and the celestial beings under Chengzu's command broke into the Hall of Supreme Harmony and eventually nailed Emperor Jianwen to the dragon throne.

"Ha ha--"

The illusion disappeared, and Zhu Shoujing suddenly held his knees, gasping for breath.

"You, are you really...Emperor Jianwen?"

he asked.

Emperor Jianwen still did not speak and once again pulled Zhu Shoujing into the illusion.

This time, it was in the tomb inside the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

The tomb was extremely cold, with no lights on the walls, only the flickering light from the fire projected from the tomb passage. Moisture was creeping down the stone wall, forming a ring of water stains one foot above the ground. In the center of the tomb, there was a coffin, which had not yet been sealed. Two people stood next to the coffin, looking into the coffin.

One is Yin Ruihua.

The other middle-aged man had a broad forehead, beautiful beard that reached down to his belly, double wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that extended into his temples, and three red spots on his face as big as copper coins.

"Chengzu!"

Zhu Shoujing screamed, but found that he could not make any sound. He raised his hand to touch the wall, but could not feel anything.

He instantly realized that here, he was just a spectator.

Zhu Shoujing stepped forward and walked to the side of the coffin. With the help of the firelight shining in from the tomb passage, he carefully looked at the face of the middle-aged man and was sure that it was undoubtedly Emperor Chengzu.

Then he looked inside the coffin and was shocked.

Lying in the coffin was Emperor Jianwen, who was looking coldly at Yin Ruihua and Emperor Chengzu.

"Have you regretted it?"

Emperor Chengzu looked at Emperor Jianwen and said, then shook his head.

"I really ask this question in vain."

"Listen carefully."

Chengzu said slowly.

"Since you want to step on the corpses of the Zhu family to become an immortal and realize your great cause of eternal succession, I want you to lie in this tomb for generations and watch my descendants inherit Dashuo."

"Moreover, I also want you to always protect the great cause of my descendants."

Chengzu turned to Yin Ruihua and said.

"Brother Yin."

"His Majesty."

"Before the uprising, I told you that if I could enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony, I would definitely not treat you unfairly."

"Right now, I am going to give you a mission that will last forever."

Yin Ruihua bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

"There are two methods that my Zhu family uses to support the gods. One is taken from the Western Regions' Turtle Breathing Method, which puts the gods into a deep sleep and wakes them up only when needed; the other is a method that Taizu took from the Ming Cult."

"The magical power of wedding clothes."

Chengzu said slowly.

"This technique was originally a method of grafting power. After Taizu ordered his subordinates to modify it, it is no longer limited to grafting power, but can also graft - lifespan, and mind."

"Kung Fu is destiny, and mind is sex. If destiny can be grafted, so can sex. This is probably the only sex-cultivation method that exists in the world today."

"The Five Deteriorations of Celestial Beings are the result of practicing only Life Skills. With this method, you can graft the "sexuality" of other Celestial Beings onto yourself, thereby alleviating the deficiency of insufficient Sex Skills practice and delaying the progression of the Five Deteriorations of Celestial Beings."

Chengzu turned his head and looked at Emperor Jianwen in the coffin.

"Jianwen, on top of that, goes one step further."

"I don't know where he got this evil skill from, but he can not only connect celestial beings, but he can also use people of his own clan to practice this skill, and he forcibly created a 'Silent Illumination'."

"He was so hasty in reducing the power of the vassal states because of this method. As a result, his twelfth brother was forced to burn himself to death rather than become his food."

"He cultivates both his soul and his life span. His life span is no longer the same as that of ordinary people like us. As long as we provide him with heavenly beings, he can probably live for another 100 to 200 years."

Chengzu looked at Yin Ruihua again.

"Brother Yin, what I want to entrust to you is——"

"Stay here until Jianwen dies."

"The benefit I want to give you is that you can share with him the heavenly beings that I, Dashuo, have collected, and live forever."

(End of this chapter)