Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

But as time passed, Little Ming King suddenly felt things weren’t as they seemed. Although he had a thousand reasons to trust his master, Yushan Shangren,

he found everything amiss after arriving at the Great Capital. While staying at the Prime Minister’s Mansion, he often observed the layout, believing that once his master came, he could easily find and rescue him.

However, the next day he was sent to the Great Buddha Temple, and when brought before the Living Buddha Basiba, the hope that had risen in his heart suddenly shattered. It was simply impossible to survive.

No matter how strong his master was, he couldn’t possibly be a match for an Earthly Immortal. Upon realizing this, Little Ming King had effectively sentenced himself to death.

At this point, Little Ming King felt utterly despairing. The monk talked to him daily about scriptures—was that really teaching?

In Little Ming King’s ears, it was a collection of tortures. The monk spoke of the Buddhist Eighteen Layers of Hell, the first being the Hell of Tongue Extraction, for liars and slanderers to reside.

At this point, he looked at him, and Little Ming King was so frightened, he felt as if his tongue had been extracted.

The second layer, the Hell of Scissors, where ten fingers would be cut with scissors. Hearing this, Little Ming King felt as if his fingers had been cut off.

Then came the Iron Tree Hell, where people are hacked to pieces, the Steaming Hell, where people are steamed like buns, and the Copper Pillar Hell, where people are tied to red-hot copper pillars like skewers...

This monk paused after each tale as if afraid he couldn’t grasp it, nearly scaring him to death.

Little Ming King always felt that there was an implicit meaning in the monk’s words, as if he were the son of the monk’s enemy. It’s said to eradicate the roots and his father’s severed hand is a grudge, if not settled with the son, with whom?

Therefore, Little Ming King felt the monk’s every word described his own death.

To him, what was enshrined in this Great Buddha Hall was not the Great Sun Tathagata, but a Demon King presiding over Hell.

While that monk was not a Bodhisattva, but a demon under the Demon King’s command, preying on people.

Fear enveloped Little Ming King. When is fear at its greatest? When death is looming before you.

Death itself is terrifying, but sudden death isn’t quite as terrifying. Charging on the battlefield amid thousands of soldiers and horses—is it terrifying? Not so much.

But the fear lies in being locked in a Death Prison and being told tomorrow you’ll be executed. That night, the fear alone could kill you.

That’s how Little Ming King felt. Tuotuo had already proclaimed that the Emperor’s birthday would be the day Little Ming King would be executed in the King Slaughter Conference.

And there were only two days left until that date.

Throughout this time, the damn monk still lectured him daily on Buddhist scriptures, Hell, and the afterlife. Such fearlessness was unique to Han Lin’er; anyone else would have been scared to death.

Little Ming King thought.

At this moment he looked up and saw the Buddha gazing down at him, as if looking at an ant, increasing his fear.

”Oh, Buddha, they all say you are of great compassion and mercy. Please save me.”

”I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!”

Little Ming King knelt on the cushion, sobbing uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, in a meditation room, Basiba, in a moon-white robe, opened his eyes and sighed: ”Alas... so pitiful, so pitiful...”

A single ”pitiful,” full of sighs, but such is the world; kindness cannot prevail.

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In the Great Buddha Temple, everyone harbored their own thoughts, while in the Southern Country Inn on South Street, Fang Guozhen looked at Chen Jiusi and said: ”So, you mean that Tuotuo has already hidden the person in the Great Buddha Temple, and the rest of us are just waiting for the excitement?”

Chen Jie said: ”Yes, although I can’t be sure, after last night’s uproar, I feel Tuotuo must have transferred him.”

”Of all the places in the Great Capital where people can be held, the Prime Minister’s Mansion, the Ministry of Personnel’s Heavenly Prison, and the Great Buddha Temple are the most suitable.”

”The Prime Minister’s Mansion and the Ministry of Personnel’s Heavenly Prison are about the same. Although there are countless masters, they’re no match for Eldest Brother and Third Brother. In the Capital, the only Melt God Realm masters are Basiba’s second disciple, Dharma Ba, and the Treasure Elephant Army Commander, Boluo Timur.”

”In terms of strength against Eldest Brother, ranked seventh on the Heavenly List, and Third Brother, ranked ninth, they are stretched to the limit. Besides Eldest and Second Brothers, there are also the likes of Zhu Chongba among the Northern Red Scarf Uprising Army who have infiltrated the city. I made an appearance yesterday, and so the number of Melt God realm experts is gradually increasing.”

”As for the court, there should still be a few Melt God Realm experts, but you know, even if a fight happens, they may not be able to ensure Little Ming King’s safety.”

”Also, there’s news you may not know.”

Chen Jie looked towards Fang Guozhen, who asked: ”What?”

Chen Jie said: ”Ruyang King has been detained by Tuotuo.”

Fang Guozhen’s eyes widened: ”Ruyang King has been detained by Tuotuo—they’re cutting off their own arm?”

Chen Jie said: ”Tuotuo intends to diminish the power of the feudal lords.”

”Diminish the power? Hahaha...”

Upon hearing this, Fang Guozhen said: ”The Daqian world has not fallen thanks to Ruyang King and Li Siqi holding it together. If even they are diminished, hahaha... the world will surely be lively, hahaha...”

Saying this, Fang Guozhen looked at Chen Jie and said: ”Jiusi, I have to say, your information is exceptionally well-informed, even knowing about such things.”