ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
Chapter 29. The Thousand Life

A cold night wind blew at Zuihou Temple, as the palanquin carrying the king and empress departed.

The palace was heavily guarded by three dozen king's special guards led by Jian Jie's bodyguards and Weiyan's palace guards led by a special security commander. The number in the company was more than a hundred with several servants and ladies-in-waiting.

The ceremony was completed before the moon was overhead. His Highness Yan Yue himself was leading the ceremony.

"Tomorrow when the sun is overhead, Prince Yan Juren son of Old King Yan Houcun known as General Zhao Juren will be buried. His Highness Yan Yue alone would escort him to his final resting place. Therefore, this funeral took place in a closed manner. The only ones attending were the palace's relatives."

Thus Eunuch Chen announced the order from His Highness Yan Yue.

For three months, the Zuihou temple was heavily guarded under the supervision of Commander Li Jin. The representative of Zhao Juren, the right hand of his confidant and Zhao Juren's closest friend.

After the death of the palace, the people who followed the ghost also gradually disbanded.

The temple became a tomb even though there were still hundreds of bodyguards who looked to guard the Zuihou temple.

Zuihou Temple or the final resting temple is the burial place of kings. It is located to the west of Weiyan Palace. The place that was somewhat separated from the main buildings was separated by an artificial bamboo forest, not far from the western wall of the palace.

Under the night sky of the large temple with three buildings lined up, the main building in its center was the largest, that was where the main hall where the stone coffin on behalf of Zhao Juren was buried.

The huge temple was filled with many dragon carvings on the outside. Some statues are found in the temple grounds which are lined with stone walls.

This place always looks sacred and gripping.

Zhao Juren was stunned, 'stare in the distance as the palanquin of the king's entourage moved away with dozens of lanterns held by the ladies, in the darkness like a lamp that walked and twinkled.

Zhao Juren flashed his way into the main hall, as the atmosphere became silent. He wondered what lay inside the stone coffin and who was guarding it.

In Yanzhi's mourning ritual for the remains, one person must guard the coffin before it is brought into the basement of Zuihou temple as its last tomb. The person must be the closest to the one who died.

Zhao Juren traced the floor of the hall, she took the path from the back door, tricking the 4 guards who were guarding the back door.

Inside the hall was brightly lit by a snow-white lantern.

A chest of marble was placed in the middle of the room right in front of the offering table.

In the main hall it was just a spacious room without much ornamentation except for a few tables where offerings were located jars where incense sticks were placed.

On the wall of the room was filled with thick and thin curtains that seemed to be fluttering finely in the wind through the high window cracks.

In front of him sat resting on the knees of a person wearing clothes from white linen from top to bottom. He was holding a few hio stalks in front of his chest while closing his eyes. He was Li Jin who looked solemnly saying do'a.

Even at the death of Li Jin who was loyal beside him, the friendship did not exceed the sense of brotherhood?

Li Jin bowed several times facing the altar in front of him.

His body looked thinner than the last time Zhao Juren saw him. Li Jin's eyes looked sunken and sleep-deprived, his cheeks slightly swollen.

"My master..." Li Jin suddenly said, almost making the breath of Zhao Juren who was hiding behind the wall while peering from the gap of the curtain come to a halt.

"Didn't you promise me you'll come back to see me at camp? didn't the master say not really going? Why did you become disavowed? master's first lie to me is too big." The voice was like a sigh, Li Jin spoke to himself on the stone chest in front of him.

"I've been looking after you for a long time and now you're making me weird, because you're just keeping your clothes in this fucking crate. I'm tired of keeping these candles until morning. And hope that before the noble one recites your spirit, you return soon. I'm mad at you, sir! I'm really angry right now. Mister should have told them sir wasn't dead. You're just exhausted and disappear for a while." Li Jin's rant sounded so sweet.

He got up, picked up a big candle and lit it on the head of the chest.

"Am I the only one who can fool you, huh?! My Lord Zhao Juren is not that easy to die, which I know he has a thousand lives.The sky will reject you if it dies before me! When a master dies first from his bodyguard? that's so funny!" Li Jin chuckled but his eyes were watering. He's crying!

"Master, tomorrow they'll bury you. Just put this robe of your war on. I can't believe you're dead before I see for myself how big a sword tear wound is to strip your skin! I can't believe you're dead, before I poke my finger to measure how deep the wound is that can take your life. I really can't believe it..." Li Jin's voice grew higher, he was like a drunk person talking alone.

"Shhh..." Zhao Juren sizzled worriedly, she did not want to surprise Li Jin with her presence but if she did not come out, it was not until the heart saw Li Jin's state.

Li Jin did not hear it, he continued to babble while replacing some candles around the nearly exhausted chest.

"Li Jin's..." Call Zhao Juren clean after making sure there were no bodyguards in the room other than Li Jin who was guarding the coffin.

Li Jin was stunned, he turned towards the back. And the moment he saw a person in a robe covered in black mourning cloth from top to bottom standing behind him, his warrior instincts immediately came out.

"Who are you! Dare to enter the holy temple!" Li Jin jumped to the side, with a standby attitude. His face was red between anger and surprise.

"Li Jin, it's me..." Zhao Juren spoke flatly as she slowly opened her hood.

"Aren't you asking me to come back?" A line of smiles was plastered on Zhao Juren's lips.

Zhao Juren's eyes bought as big as marbles, his mouth wide open.

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