It has been eight days since the Turkic barbarians have been besieging Luoyang City for eight days. There are still no reinforcements in the territory of the Tang Dynasty to help.

There was even a great turmoil in Luoyang City. The forces made by Princess Jixiang and the Dao Sect Master launched a coup. Unfortunately, they were unable to kill the new emperor as soon as possible.

The two forces confronted each other in Luoyang City, and neither of them had the upper hand or were completely at a disadvantage.

The imperial city behind Longmen has become ruins with the turmoil in the past few days. At this time, the middle-aged general Zhou, who had not been named the King of Luoyang, was the family of the empress, holding the soldiers of the third battalion in Luoyang City, and became the only straw that determined the balance of this rebellion.

That night, a young monk fled into the city. He stood at the top of Luoyang City under the gaze of many Turkic barbarians, and successfully attracted the attention of those in the city.

Bukong met her and got what he wanted.

"What are you here to do?" Princess Jixiang, who had already seen Bukong, was not very happy.

"Come and help you." Bukong's answer was very simple.

Then, in the next few days, behind Princess Jixiang, there was a personal guard monk. The monk was very powerful. Even if he fought with Feng Yuanyi, who was already the first eunuch, he would not be at a disadvantage.

But the final result of this rebellion will not cause any earth-shaking changes just because one more monk is added.

As Princess Jixiang's uncle, the general surnamed Zhou had not made a decision for a long time, which made Jixiang very anxious. The more she went to see the general surnamed Zhou, more and more times she was left behind.

It seemed that the princess Auspicious, who had figured out the key points, went to visit Du Shusheng who had been famous for a long time, but Du Shusheng did not see him.

The great master of Taoism was very angry because he saw this as a battle between Taoism and Confucianism. Whoever wins will be listened to in the court for the next thirty years of the Tang Dynasty.

The rebellious forces that carried out the coup were divided into two.

Gradually oppressed to a situation where there is no space to survive, on the tenth day of the siege of the Turkic barbarians, the entire pattern was completely laid.

Princess Jixiang, who had realized that the division would lead to failure, and the great master of Taoism finally shook hands and made peace again, but what they had come was destruction, and destruction would die because this rebellion arose because of them.

On that day, Du Shusheng became a saint in four steps and fought with the Taoist master. He just said one word and one word came true. The Taoist master fell in a pool of blood, and he was extremely unwilling to accept it.

His head was cut off by Feng Yuanyi himself.

At the same time, the rebel forces were jointly suppressed by the New Emperor faction and the general surnamed Zhou, and were attacked from both sides. Princess Jixiang was sneak attacked by an assassin and was seriously injured.

Bukong, who was protecting Princess Jixiang, successfully seized the city gate with the help of the rebels and escaped from the city.

"Jixiang, hold on, let's go find the master." Bukong had never been so panicked with the woman in his arms. Even when he first met, she asked him if he liked her? Or the next time, she asked him if he could marry her?

He knew that she might not be able to live long. The only thing he thought of was to rush back to Xingjiao Temple. The master must have a way to save her, because there was nothing in this world that his master could not do. His master was Master Xuanzang's junior brother.

"Ha." Princess Jixiang stretched out her hand, touched his delicate fingers on his cheek, and smiled and murmured in a low voice: "You are so stupid."

"I'm not stupid." For some reason, Bukong actually shed tears when he saw her scene. The master said that a man can only shed blood but not tears, but the one who bleeds was a woman, his beloved woman.

"You are just stupid, why do you want to see me?" Jixiang's voice was already very weak, but she was still trying to keep a smile and talk to him. She was afraid that in the next second, she might never have the chance to talk to him again.

He didn't stop at his feet, he raised his head, did not cry, but just sobbed in a low voice: "I'm afraid I won't see you again!"

Princess Jixiang was very satisfied when she heard this answer. She smiled happily and had never been so happy before. Even though she had known about everything the little monk had given for her.

She didn't want to implicate him, and as she grew older, she felt that her destination could not be decided by herself, unless she could be like the Empress of the Heavenly Queen.

She began to fight back, and after she made up her mind, she knew that she was likely to die, and she wanted to see him and talk to him.

Princess Jixiang didn't think about mentioning these things, but she mentioned them. When she heard his objection, she was very unhappy. She threw all the darkness that had been suppressed for a long time on him.

Then, on the day she decided to start, she went to see him again and said goodbye to him.

After leaving Xingjiao Temple, she cried for three days in a row. He promised to marry him. Why did he refuse?

Because her fate is not in her own hands, she was once regarded as the successor of the empress. How could the emperor be tolerant of her? There may be only two people waiting for her, either to marry or die.

She chose the latter.

Two tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes, and the tears fell on the ground, but they rose into his heart.

Bukong continued to move forward, not daring to stop. He was afraid of her death. What should he do if she died?

"Jixiang, when you get better, I'll marry you, okay?" Bukong stared at Princess Jixiang who was getting bloodless and asked in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

She nodded shyly, and she thought of the past, long, long ago, she smiled.

"We can finally marry you." Jixiang said, smiling, closing her eyes, and her hands still stroked his cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Bukong suddenly stopped on the spot. He was unwilling to accept this fact. Didn’t he agree that he had already? Didn’t he marry him?

He collapsed on the ground, his fingers gently poked past her breath.

Bukong's life may never have thought that he would be so desperate. He pressed his forehead against her that was still warm, and a drop of tears washed her cheeks.

He held her hand tightly and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Jixiang, I like you."

This was the first time we met, and he didn't say anything, and today he would tell her.

"Auspicious, don't wait a few years. Now, I'm going to marry you."

Later, in the side hall of Xingjiao Temple, Jixiang asked him if he could marry her in a few years. When he made up his mind, he could no longer see her trace and he did not have time to tell her what he said.

"Jixiang, I am willing to die for you!" Bukong raised her high, and he knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky.

Unfortunately, she was the one who died, and he couldn't die for her.

"Please wake up, don't sleep. You're asleep, what should I do?" Bukong was already sobbing. He hugged her, almost his whole body collapsed on the ground: "What should I do?"

I asked the heaven, the earth, my heart, and even more so.

No matter which one it is, he can't answer it.

She died after all, and died in front of him. Her hands remained on his cheeks, wiping away his sad tears.

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Not long after, Bukong took Princess Jixiang back to Xingjiao Temple. He knelt in front of his master for three days and three nights.

Perhaps he really couldn't bear to see his disciple being sad, so he took out the Buddhist bead relic left by his senior brother's ascension in the temple, and preserved a wisp of Princess Jixiang's soul.

People cannot be resurrected by death, which is an eternal rule. Bukong does not believe it, so he took Buddhist beads and relics and decided to try to save her.

There is a Zuixian Tower on Jiangnan Road in the Tang Dynasty. I heard that there is an omnipotent stargazer in the building, the magical woman named Honglian. He thought, she must have a way.

He did not go to Jiangnan immediately, he still needed to pick up someone, a little girl who might have been lying among the dead.

The little girl's name is Ning Buer. She was entrusted to him by the great master of the Taoist sect before she died. She asked him to take her to Qingcheng Mountain to find the old master. Only when she saw the old master, the Taoist sect's lineage would not be completely cut off.

As long as she is Ning Buer and Dao Sect is up to the point of prosperity, the old master of the Taoist sect will not refuse to agree. At that time, the great master of the Taoist sect said it was very confident.

The body of Princess Jixiang was buried in the back mountain of Xingjiao Temple. There was no monument erected by a person who died. Only in his heart, Princess Jixiang was still alive.

He looked at the Buddhist bead relic in his hand. In the sun, it was so beautiful that he couldn't open his eyes and looked directly. This was her remnant soul, and she was still by his side.

"Jixiang, wait for me, it won't take long before we can meet again." Bukong said, smiling and looking at Jiangnan, but heading north, he was going to pick up the little girl.
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