Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Both groups said the same thing, which eased Empress Dowager Longyu's tense mood.

What do six-year-olds know? Even if they have amnesia, they can just learn it again.

Besides, the young emperor didn't learn much before; the main thing is that he's healthy.

“Priest Beiju, please take another look at my son.”

However, out of caution, Empress Dowager Longyu's gaze still fell upon the shaman standing to the side.

"By the Empress Dowager's decree."

Upon hearing Empress Dowager Longyu's words, the shaman Beiyu nodded slightly and walked up to Jingming.

Because of the sensitive nature of the emperor's identity, she could not use extreme methods to verify the authenticity of this young emperor.

However, she had other methods.

She could summon a deity to expose the true nature of this fake little emperor!

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

The shaman bowed to Jingming and then took out a "ancestral tablet" that was 1.8 feet wide and 1.5 feet long from his bosom.

At the same time, in his other hand, he was also holding a sacrificial halberd and an arrow.

As a shaman wife appointed by the Qing court, she was not only proficient in sacrificial rites, but also in shamanic dances.

After hanging the "ancestral tablet" above Jingming's bed, the Beiju shaman held a knife in one hand and an arrow in the other, and began to dance around Jingming's bedside.

This is a ritual for communicating with spirits and invoking ancestors.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 128 I Ascend to Immortality, You Become a God

"This feeling, is it from the Liangshan shaman?"

As Jingming sensed the Qi and Qi emanating from the air, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the dancing shaman.

When he was in Qinghe Village, he witnessed the methods of a shaman. At least at that time, the one who used these methods was not a shaman, but a high-ranking shaman.

"I wonder if this woman can summon back all the Qing emperors, and if Nurhaci is among them?"

Jingming lay on Xuantong's dragon bed, but he was thinking about the ancestors of that person.

Waaaaah~

Strange syllables popped out of the shaman's mouth one by one, and his hand and foot dance became increasingly rhythmic.

At the same time, Jingming also felt strands of silk falling on his body.

Those are the threads of our ancestors' spirits.

Huh~

In response, Jingming directly and frankly met the gaze of the heroic spirit in the void.

A bunch of guys who couldn't even handle Cixi are still baring their teeth at me?

Honestly, among these spirits, the youngest and strongest is Emperor Guangxu.

After all, only Emperor Guangxu died the latest.

The other souls, however, had a sense of weakness that they couldn't hide.

It's unclear whether it was because the Qing Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, or because of the things Cixi did, and they were being punished.

In any case, all these spirits, except for the one resembling Emperor Guangxu, exuded a sense of weakness.

"Haya!"

The shaman slammed the knife and arrow together, and the last syllable burst from his mouth.

hum! !

Those divine souls trembled slightly, and then slowly manifested.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to the ancestral spirits!"

Empress Dowager Longyu, who had been sitting calmly on the stool, suddenly widened her eyes and then knelt down on the ground.

She recognized at least two of these figures: the Guangxu Emperor and his father!

"Be flat!"

The image of Emperor Guangxu slightly raised his hand, and a cool tone came out of his mouth.

He was still alive and well a few years later, unlike his other ancestors who were left with only a wisp of soul, enshrined in the ancestral temple.

"I remember that I should not have left any offspring?"

Emperor Guangxu looked at Jingming lying on the bed, his tone low and his words like those of a ghost from the underworld.

"It was the Empress Dowager who chose Puyi to be adopted by the Tongzhi Emperor Zaichun, and at the same time, to succeed Your Majesty to the throne."

Empress Dowager Longyu knelt obediently on the ground and answered Emperor Guangxu's questions honestly.

She truly never expected that the offerings in the Imperial Ancestral Temple could actually bring Emperor Guangxu back!

"Ha, that old hag!"

The ghost of Emperor Guangxu clenched his fist and said disdainfully.

"Where is that old hag now?!"

Emperor Guangxu's spirit was pounding, as if he were seeking revenge.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager chose Puyi to succeed to the throne three years ago, and then the world was in chaos."

Empress Dowager Longyu lowered her head, not daring to look at Emperor Guangxu too much.

Emperor Guangxu spent almost his entire life under the oppression of Empress Dowager Cixi.

"Bintian?"

"hehe."

"Now that I can appear before you, do you think that old hag is dead?"

Emperor Guangxu stared intently at Empress Longyu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in an icy voice.

In his eyes, Empress Dowager Longyu was not a good person either.

"Your Majesty, I dare not presume to do so."

Empress Dowager Longyu simply knelt on the ground, not daring to look at Emperor Guangxu's face.

The emperor was the most respected figure, let alone a dead emperor.

"Hehehe."

Emperor Guangxu merely gave a cold, piercing look.

"Those people are outside, bring them all in!"

Emperor Guangxu roared in a low voice at the shaman.

Even if he wasn't sure whether Cixi was really dead, he would still dig up her grave and leave her body to rot in the wilderness!

"Your Majesty, you cannot withstand the impact of human energy, otherwise your soul will not be able to bear it."

The shaman, his body hunched over, offered his words of advice in a weak voice.

She had only intended to summon the spirit of a former emperor to confirm whether the person lying on the bed was of imperial blood.

Who knew they would actually bring out all the Qing emperors from past dynasties?

The strain of this process will likely leave her exhausted and nearing death soon.

"What about one? Can't we even meet one?"

Emperor Guangxu did not believe it, and then roared.

"No, Your Majesty, your body is far too weak."

The shaman shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, if you have any instructions, you can issue them to His Majesty the Emperor."

The shaman pointed to Jingming lying on the bed and said to Emperor Guangxu.

"As your son, how could he possibly disobey your orders?"

"Heh, the ruler is young and the country is suspicious. What can a child do?"

Upon hearing the shaman's words, Emperor Guangxu said disdainfully.

Isn't that what his life was all about?

The shaman was at a loss for words.

You should give me your instructions. Only by giving them can I find out if the person in the bed is the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

However, the reason why a ghost is a ghost is because of the resentment it carried before it died.

The Guangxu Emperor, who was suppressed to death, harbored far more resentment towards Empress Dowager Cixi than a little!