"Buddha Immeasurable Life, poor Taoist Zixu pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"
It has to be said that the Taoist Zixu arranged by Sima Yi looks pretty good. He is about fifty years old, with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a crane cloak, holding Buddha dust in his hand, and his beard and hair are all white. From a distance, he really looks like a fairy.
"Taoist Master, you don't have to be polite!"
Yang Gao waved his hand lightly and looked at the Taoist in front of him with great interest: "The Taoist is a foreigner, why do you come to this world to get involved?"
"Infinite Holy Buddha!"
Zixu bowed again: "Although I have become a monk, I am still a citizen of the Sui Dynasty. I couldn't bear to see the war in the Sui Dynasty, so I went down the mountain to join the world!"
"Your Majesty, Master Zixu's loyalty to the Lord is truly a role model for us!"
Sima Yi quickly interjected, and other prominent Hanoi families at the banquet also echoed the words.
Yang Gao curled his lips slightly and said, "Please give me some guidance, Taoist Priest!"
I saw that the Taoist's eyes were slightly closed, the Buddha dust was swept away, and he was talking plausibly. Suddenly, wisps of smoke came out of his mouth continuously, and his body twitched. After a long time, he suddenly screamed and fainted.
"His Majesty!"
Yuwen Chengdu on the side couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, and lowered his voice and said: "This old Taoist priest can actually blow smoke from his mouth. Could it be that he really has some magic to attract spirits and connect with gods?"
Yang Gao smiled slightly. Although Yuwen Chengdu was brave and brave, he was still trapped by the limitations of the times. He also lowered his voice and said: "Chengdu, watch out, the fox's tail is about to be exposed!"
"ah!"
At this moment, Taoist Zixu suddenly shouted loudly and turned over to wake up.
Without saying a word, Sima Yi stepped forward to support Zixu and said loudly: "Chief Immortal, did you ascend to the upper realm just now?"
Zixu said lightly: "I have just left my body, ascended to the upper world, and met Emperor Ziwei!"
Sima Yi quickly said: "Does the Emperor of Heaven have some advice for the Immortal?"
Zixu nodded, saluted Yang Gao and said: "Your Majesty, God Ziwei has said that Your Majesty is the master of destiny, but there are some little demons waiting around, which not only affects His Majesty's dragon luck, but also hinders His Majesty's longevity. If If you can restore the ancestral system and abide by the etiquette and laws, then the world's propaganda can be settled, and your majesty can also pursue eternal life."
"This is indeed the purpose!"
Yang Gao smiled coldly, glanced at Sima Yi beside him, and then turned his gaze to Zixu, who looked like an immortal Taoist, and said lightly: "The Taoist Master is really good. It seems that it is said that the Taoist Master knows that after five hundred years, he will know five hundred years." There is indeed something happening in the year!”
Zixu nodded proudly, so what if the emperor was not at his mercy.
"In this case, Taoist Master must have known for a long time that Li Yuan would cause chaos in Guanzhong and poison the world?"
Zixu nodded and said: "As long as your majesty follows God's will and follows the etiquette, laws and ancestral rules, Li Yuan, the traitor, will be crowned soon!"
Yang Gao smiled playfully, and suddenly made a serious face: "Since the Taoist Priest knew it a long time ago, why didn't he tell it in the first place? Didn't the Taoist Priest keep saying that he was also a citizen of the Sui Dynasty and wanted to be loyal to the Sui Dynasty! Why didn't he report Li Yuan in the first place instead of condoning it? He separatized Guanzhong and endangered the world. Is this the Taoist priest's loyalty to the Sui Dynasty?"
Seeing Yang Gao suddenly showing a murderous look, Zixu, who was originally seduced by Sima Yi but actually didn't have much courage, was immediately frightened and waved his hands quickly and said: "No, no, no, no, I don't know!"
Yang Gao said unceremoniously: "The Taoist priest can't figure out such a big thing. How do you expect me to believe what you said today?"
"This... this... poor Taoist..." Zixu looked like his tongue was tied, but he couldn't speak a complete sentence when he opened his mouth.
Sima Yi on the side also turned pale when he heard this. He found that there was no solution to this problem at all. Zixu said that he knew Yang Gao and accused him of being disloyal. He said that he didn't know. Since he couldn't calculate it before, what he calculated today has some credibility.
Sima Yi looked at the superior Yang Gao with some reluctance, feeling a little resentful that things did not develop according to his plan. Even the Emperors of Qin and Han Wu were deceived by those magicians for the theory of immortality. Why was Yang Gao so calm!
Looking away at Sima Yi, whose eyes were gradually dimming, Yang Gao sneered again, suddenly slammed the table, and shouted: "Come here, take down this Taoist priest who is full of lies, and let me search him."
As a new youth in the 21st century, although Yang Gao doesn't know how to perform magic, he also knows that magic must use props. The Sheriff's Mansion is Yang Gao's territory, so the props can only be hidden on Zixu's body.
Without saying a word, several guards serving in the temple rushed forward and pushed Zixu to the ground. Sure enough, they found two pieces of flint and a tightly bundled dry thatch from his large Taoist robe.
"You old liar, how dare you do it on my head!"
Yang Gao shouted: "Drag me down and interrogate you carefully!"
"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"
Zixu was originally just a low-level Taoist disciple. In the past two years, he was able to achieve such a big name in Hanoi County mainly because of the support of the Sima family. Now when Yang Gao drank like this, he was so frightened that he cried out for mercy.
"Humph, drag me down and interrogate him severely!"
Yang Gao waved his sleeves unceremoniously, glanced at everyone in the room, and left the table.
. . . . . . . . . .
Late that night, Sima Yi took his two sons and more than a dozen followers and fled to the Yellow River.
"Father, are we going too hastily?"
After running for more than forty miles, the group stopped. The second son, Sima Zhao, reined in the reins and said with regret: "There are many things that have not been cleaned up yet. This is the family property left by our ancestors."
"If your life is gone, what do you need these things for?"
Sima Yi said coldly: "That Zixu is a charlatan, can he withstand the torture of the court? Will we still survive if we are confessed?"
"I don't know what the second uncle is thinking? Are you unwilling to go with us?" Master Sima looked back in the direction of Wen County and shook his head helplessly.
"He wants to be a loyal minister of the Sui Dynasty, what can I do?"
Sima Yi snorted coldly, dismissed Sima Guang's foolish loyalty, waved his whip and whipped his mount twice, and said loudly: "Hurry up, I have arranged a boat at the ferry, and we will go directly to Guanzhong!"
"Father, can we only go and join Li Tang?"
Master Sima said with some concern: "Didn't you say before that the Sui Dynasty had a comprehensive advantage in the conflict between the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"
"But the emperor Yang Gao cannot listen to our advice, and there is no place for us in the Sui Dynasty!"
Sima Yi said bitterly: "Although the situation in the Tang Dynasty is not good at the moment, Yang Gao, the tyrant, does not respect etiquette and laws, and is disrespectful to the nobles. Sooner or later, he will be attacked by nobles all over the world. Huh, this tyrant will end up like his father sooner or later!"
