Chapter 1735: I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I only wish for your safety

Inside the Buddhist hall.

Shangguan Wan'er sat blankly on a chair, looking out the window.

The night grew darker and quieter. Shangguan Wan'er, who hadn't slept soundly for many days, had no sleepiness at all.

Midnight.

The candle flickered, illuminating the entire Buddhist hall.

Shangguan Wan'er wore a green dress, and her originally fair face looked even fairer under the candlelight.

She took a strand of hair from her head and retrieved a very sharp silver needle.

Shangguan Wan'er first roasted the silver needle over the candle, then wrapped the hair around it, then extended her slender, well-defined fingers, and lightly pricked the tip of her index finger with the needle. A touch of bright red instantly welled up.

The five fingers are connected to the heart; the pain made Shangguan Wan'er frown slightly, but this wasn't the end.

Shangguan Wan'er then used the blood from her fingertip to lightly touch her brow.

She knelt on the prayer mat, looked up at the solemn Bodhisattva, put her hands together, closed her beautiful eyes, and was full of piety.

Rumor has it that gods speak of cause and effect; if you want to realize a wish, you must pay a price. But what can mere mortals offer that gods would care for? Only lifespan!

If you wrap a needle with hair, prick your fingertip, and apply the blood to your brow, you can use your own lifespan as a sacrifice to talk to the gods and have them realize your wish.

Does it sound ridiculous? Shangguan Wan'er thought so too. Such talk would only be believed by illiterate, highly superstitious women.

But she did it anyway.

Shangguan Wan'er had read countless books and had a breadth of knowledge unimaginable to ordinary people. She had also followed Wu Zhao and read too many memorials from various places. Most of the commoners in the world were suffering; often after a disaster, there were corpses everywhere, and people exchanged children to eat.

She sometimes wondered.

If there were truly ghosts and gods in this world, why didn't they open their eyes to look at this suffering world?

Therefore, Shangguan Wan'er had always scoffed at the talk of ghosts and gods and felt it was absurd!

She had read books and memorials from all over, knowing that there had never been ghosts and gods in this world. But for some reason, when she heard that Lu Zhen was in danger and Gao Yang's life was at stake, a kind of despair arose in her heart, making her want to kneel for a long time and pray for the protection of the gods.

Shangguan Wan'er had one wish: I only wish... that the gods protect Gao Yang and keep him safe!

"..."

The following three days.

Along with the silence in the Imperial Palace, the large Changancheng was even more turbulent, and some old ministers in the court were restless.

Even ministers like Lu Wen and Song Li, who were usually respectful to Wu Zhao, felt their dissatisfaction growing.

Not to mention loyal ministers like Yan Zheng who were pedantic but wholeheartedly for Da Qian!

At first, although Yan Zheng was shocked and deeply dissatisfied, he had always kept it hidden.

Because the whole of Da Qian knew that the "Living Yama" was best at miracles, and Da Qian had maintained a momentum of high-spirited progress since Gao Yang's rise.

If they submitted a memorial now, and there was a great victory at the front, wouldn't that be very awkward?

Yan Zheng had been waiting... but the miracle hadn't been born!

The commoners of Changancheng didn't know the content of the military reports, but how could Yan Zheng and the others not know?

Shanglin Commandery suffered a setback!

Xuanshui River Bend suffered a setback!

Lu Zhen was going to burn his boats!

Damn it, that Living Yama was actually going to lead twenty thousand troops to forcibly cross the Sudan Desert and kill his way to the Hexi rear.

But now, not even a hair of news had come back!

Yan Zheng couldn't sit still anymore; he had to vent!

Many old ministers in the court couldn't sit still either. Imperial power was too strong; how could the subjects have freedom?

Therefore, this time they must work together to dampen Wu Zhao's prestige!

But Wu Zhao wasn't stupid either.

She directly claimed she had caught a cold and was unwell, started pretending to be sick, didn't attend court, and wouldn't see anyone.

If I can't afford to offend you, can't I hide from you?

Wu Zhao was waiting, waiting for a miracle! ===== CHAPTER 1737 =====