Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

Chapter 487 Summoning the Ghost King

"What do you want to do by meeting the Ghost King in advance?" Long Mohan, who had just woken up, immediately woke up after hearing these words.

Yizhen immediately said, "Does Your Majesty believe the general's words with no evidence? Moreover, the condition for asking the Ghost King to stop the rain may not necessarily be the Emperor's abdication. Why doesn't Your Majesty ask for clarification? If the Ghost King is willing to stop the rain without the Emperor's abdication, why does Your Majesty have to announce his abdication so excitedly? Aren't you falling into the trap of the traitor?"

"So you heard everything." Long Mohan murmured.

Yizhen paused for a moment, but did not retreat. "Of course I heard it, because I am worried about the emperor and care about the emperor..." She raised her head and stared directly into Long Mohan's eyes. The moment their eyes met, Long Mohan suddenly felt dizzy and his mind became unclear.

"Your Majesty, please promise me." Yizhen said again, staring at Long Mohan's eyes more intently. Under her control, Long Mohan replied stupidly, "Okay, I will go to the Xianke Pavilion with you."

"No, that would alert the enemy. I'd better go alone. Otherwise, if the general gets wind of it, the emperor won't be able to explain it to him." Yizhen's tone became more and more firm, leaving Long Mohan no room for maneuver. Long Mohan didn't know that he had been controlled by Yizhen, so he nodded in a daze and didn't ask any more questions.

After getting Long Mohan's consent, Yizhen immediately came to the Xianke Pavilion. She was afraid that Xuanjizi would not believe it, so she deliberately asked Long Mohan to write a handwritten note. Seeing the handwritten note was like seeing the emperor. Xuanjizi hesitated for a moment, fearing that the general would investigate, but Yizhen said that no matter what happened, she would bear the responsibility, so Xuanjizi took her into the Xianke Pavilion.

Under the order of the general, Xuanjizi had already begun to prepare for the ceremony. Now everything was ready, except for the general's order. Xuanjizi brought Yizhen to the temple at the deepest part of the Xianke Pavilion. The spacious hall could accommodate hundreds of people, and white silk was hung on the surrounding walls, making the entire space sacred. In the center was a large bronze tripod. On the wooden table in front of the tripod were several bronze sacrificial utensils, some in the shape of bowls and some in the shape of cups, but now the containers were still empty.

Behind the tripod was a wooden platform more than a foot above the ground. On the wooden platform was a round bronze object. Yizhen walked closer and recognized that it was a mirror. However, a layer of transparent water covered the mirror, turning it into a water mirror. According to Xuanjizi, if the sacrifice was successful, the ghost king could emerge from this water mirror.

Yizhen took a deep breath and became inexplicably nervous. She subconsciously pressed her chest, and the sound of her heartbeat was clearly audible in the empty room. Xuanjizi saw that she looked pale and seemed very timid, so he asked with concern: "Madam, are you determined to summon the Ghost King? If the Ghost King really shows up, aren't you afraid?"

"Will he hurt me?" Yizhen asked, looking up.

"That won't happen, because this sacrifice can only summon the Ghost King's consciousness. Even if the Ghost King emerges from the water mirror, it is just a fleeting thought, without substance, so it will not harm the Queen."

Yizhen felt relieved after hearing this and asked, "What does the Ghost King look like?"

Xuanjizi couldn't answer, after all, he had never seen the Ghost King in person. "Legend has it that the Ghost King is a collection of mountain resentment, ghosts and spirits, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He has no entity of his own. He becomes whatever body he attaches himself to."

After hearing these words, Yizhen had a vague understanding of the Ghost King and was no longer as scared as before. She kept comforting herself, thinking that she had become a demon now, so what demons and ghosts should she be afraid of?

"Your Majesty, it's not too late for you to change your mind now," Xuanjizi advised.

"No. Start summoning the Ghost King right now." Yizhen raised her chin slightly. A firm look was reflected in her eyes. Now that we have come this far, we must not back down. Let's listen to the Ghost King's request and see what he wants in order to stop the rain. As long as Long Mohan's throne can be saved, she is not afraid to see the Ghost King, let alone the King of Hell.

Seeing that she had made up her mind and would not waver, Xuanjizi sighed softly and came to the altar. He cut his finger with a knife engraved with a symbol of divine power, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them in front of the bronze gui filled with blood. Then he recited a few spells, and the blood in the gui turned black.

Then Xuanjizi poured the black blood into the water mirror. The water in the water mirror was immediately dyed black, becoming like ink. Xuanjizi flipped his right hand, and a yellow spell with red characters appeared in his hand. He chanted the spell while putting the spell into the water mirror and stirring it.

As he stirred, a vortex appeared in the water mirror, which grew larger and faster. Finally, it flew out of the water mirror and floated in the air. At this time, the vortex of black water had become as big as a wellhead.

During sacrifices, there are usually long and numerous hymns of praise and worship of heaven and earth at the beginning, and all kinds of red tape make the sacrifice time endlessly long, but in fact the actual procedure is not complicated.

Yizhen opened her eyes wide, staring at the incredible scene before her eyes, and subconsciously took a half step back. She could feel that the evil spirit in the air was getting heavier, as if something was about to come out of the water!

Suddenly, there was a loud "splash" and the swirling water suddenly splashed out, turning into a gust of evil wind that blew towards them.

"My queen, be careful!" At the end of Xuanjizi's short shout, a loud "bang" was heard.

The evil wind blew the door shut, and the windowless temple was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The silk on the wall fluttered in the room, and Yizhen could only see a small space around her. Even Xuanjizi's figure was blocked by a piece of flying white silk, leaving only a vague shadow, and then even the shadow disappeared.

"Master!" Yizhen shouted in the direction where Xuanjizi was standing, but she heard no response. She clenched her fists tightly and tried her best to suppress the trembling of her body. Every moment in the darkness became long, and the torment of fear increased exponentially.

Yizhen called out a few more times, but still heard no response. At this moment, she realized that she might no longer be in the temple, but had been pulled into a strange space. She mustered up all her courage, slowly moved her trembling legs, and walked in the direction of Xuanjizi in her memory, but she could not find where Xuanjizi was.

She reached forward in fear and grabbed a handful of white silk. She threw the silk away and reached in another direction, but she still only grabbed the silk. Her vision became darker and darker, until it was so dark that she could not even see her own body.

"Help, help..." Yizhen cried out faintly. She felt as if her body was about to merge into the darkness and become nothingness. The evil spirit around her continued to grow thicker, surrounding Yizhen.

Suddenly, a disembodied voice came: "Little human, what do you want to do?"

This voice was strangely familiar, and Yizhen was no longer afraid. However, she was so frightened that she did not immediately guess who the owner of the voice was. She asked in a daze into the darkness, "Who are you?"

"You summoned me out, but you asked me who I am." There was a hint of sneer in his voice.

"Are you the Ghost King?" Yizhen stood there in astonishment. The Ghost King she imagined was a green-faced, fanged, hairy monster not much better looking than the Ox-Headed, Horse-Faced, Black and White Impermanence. But from the elegant voice, it seemed that the other party was a human like her, and that strange sense of familiarity...

The ghost king did not respond. Yizhen was afraid that he had disappeared, so she asked again, "Did you cause this rainstorm? What do you want to stop the rain? I can agree to any request you make!"

"Any requests?" The Ghost King still sneered, not believing that this little woman could have such ability.

"As long as you tell me what you want... I can definitely give it to you..." Yizhen waved her hands in the dark space, trying to determine where the ghost king was. But there was nothing around her except white silk.

Just when Yizhen was getting anxious, the Ghost King suddenly said, "I only want Xuelan."

"Xue Lan..." Yizhen was stunned, "She is the Demon Fox Queen, right? She...she has passed away..."

The word "passed away" undoubtedly stimulated the Ghost King, making him suddenly irritable. The mournful and sharp voice shot from all directions in the twisted space like arrows. Yizhen screamed and fell to the ground. Although there was no wound on her body, at that moment, she felt as if she had felt the pain of thousands of arrows piercing her heart.

"But, but..." Yizhen, sweating profusely, crawled weakly on the ground and shouted urgently into the darkness, "The descendant of the Demon Fox Lady is still in the palace. Her name is Zhaoji. We can present Zhaoji to you - please meet her!"

"Zhao Ji..." This name calmed Gui Fang's emotions a little, but he soon became furious again, and a stronger storm blew up.

The strong winds blowing from all directions almost made Yizhen unable to breathe. Yizhen had to lie flat on the ground to avoid being blown into the air. In a hurry, in order to save her life, she shouted in panic: "She looks exactly like Xuelan. When you see her, it's like seeing Xuelan!"

In fact, Yizhen knew that Zhaoji and Xuelan were completely different.

This sentence really worked. The strong wind stopped, and the fluttering silk gradually calmed down and fell quietly. Yizhen got up from the ground trembling. At this time, the darkness in front of her eyes dissipated slightly, and she could finally see her body.

With the weak light, Yizhen found herself back in the temple of Xianke Pavilion. The unconscious Xuanjizi fell at her feet. She didn't care whether Xuanjizi was dead or alive, but walked straight towards the water mirror. In the vortex suspended in the air, a faintly glowing figure loomed.

That is the Ghost King...

Yizhen opened her eyes wide, and the Ghost King looked towards her. The moment their eyes met, Yizhen finally understood where that familiar feeling came from. This was not the Ghost King, but Yun Zhen!