"Take it!" Emperor Jiajing's voice was cold, and with his words, the imperial troops guarding him immediately rushed forward and restrained Tao Zhongwen.
Although this Tao Tianshi is very capable, even if his ability to summon wind and rain is fake, the effectiveness of the elixir is real and it is actually useful, but who is Jiajing? A smart man whose IQ ranks among the highest among all Chinese emperors.
The smarter a person is, the less he can accept being fooled. So after he figured out the whole story, Emperor Jiajing's face turned a little blue. He thought he had the pearls of wisdom in his hand and toyed with his ministers while applauding. Unexpectedly, he was fooled by others. Fooled.
Yan Song on the side withdrew his gaze and looked at the appearance of Emperor Jiajing. He knew that the ending of Tao Tianshi was probably not going to be too good.
And when Jiajing finished handling the matter and turned his face, the lines on his face had softened again. He said to Yan Song:
"Thanks to my beloved for what happened today, otherwise I would have been deceived by a traitor."
"I have decided to grant Grand Scholar Yan Song the title of Grand Tutor as a reward!"
When Jiajing spoke, although his face was facing Yan Song, his eyes were still fixed on the statue behind him, as if his words were addressed to the statue.
Yan Song was shocked and couldn't believe his ears.
Master! This is the pinnacle of being a minister. I didn’t expect that this time I would get it easily just by praying for rain!
The title of Taifu belongs to the Three Dukes. Although it is a false title, it symbolizes great status and glory. In the original history, there was no Ming Dynasty since Li Shanchang, except for the "chief living Taishi" who has not yet appeared. If the civil servants are alive, they will have three more princes!
Even now, there is only one more Yan Ling and one more Yan Keng!
And since Emperor Hongwu abolished the prime minister, the highest rank among civil servants is only the second-rank Jiuqing. The real counterpart to the military generals, the first-rank commander-in-chief of the Fifth Army, is the Sangong!
With Yan Song's ability, even though he has paid a lot for the Ming Dynasty, how can he compare with those few people? Obviously, Jiajing did it for the sake of this immortal god, and even pretended to show it to the immortal in his imagination!
After all, although they are not directly related, they still have some same bloodline.
After sealing Yan Song, he still felt it was not enough and said again:
"This place is favored by immortals and gods. How can it be so simple when King Jingping's miracle appears here? What's more, the sweet rain that fell today is even more meritorious to our country, the Ming Dynasty. Although the immortals and gods don't care about this kindness, we mortals cannot. Don’t retaliate!”
"The Ministry of Household Affairs is ordered to allocate one hundred... no, two million taels to rebuild this temple and create the golden body of King Jingping!"
After hearing what Emperor Jiajing said, several courtiers around him couldn't help but look at the temple, with indescribably weird expressions on their faces.
No, how can you tell that this temple is crude?
Since the establishment of this temple, devout men and women in the capital, wealthy businessmen, and admirers of Yan Ling have been donating money to it, not to mention the tribesmen headed by Yan Song, so it is already quite spacious and magnificent. At this time, under the heavy rain Among them, the onlookers and the imperial guards were all included, a total of several thousand people, and it didn't seem crowded.
But in Jiajing's eyes, this was far from worthy of the status of this god.
Expand it, expand it hard for me!
Normally, the Minister of Hubu would definitely come out and say something. Even though he did not dare to dissuade the emperor from cultivating immortality, he could still say a few words about this waste of money. However, when the Minister of Hubu heard this, he said, But he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Even die-hard Xia Yan was moved, not to mention people like them who were somewhat ambiguous to begin with? A heavy rain completely captured their hearts, full of shock and admiration.
Needless to say, the people around him, even now, there are still people kneeling on the ground, muttering words, obviously worshiping, while other people still have a look of awe in their eyes, and they speak in a low voice.
…
The heavy rain gradually subsided after lasting for most of the day, and then it rained in medium-sized rain for about three days, moistening the land of Gyeonggi.
The control was just right, which not only replenished the dry acres, but also prevented floods from being caused by excessive rain. Such appropriate benefits made people firmly believe that this heavy rain was caused by immortals walking in the clouds to spread rain.
Suddenly, Yan Ling's reputation among the people reached its peak. Although the temple was still being rebuilt, it could not stop the enthusiasm of the people. Many people came to worship in front of the temple from a distance.
Needless to say, Jiajing was an enthusiast. He not only paid for the construction of the temple, but also enshrined it in the palace and chanted sutras in front of the statue every day.
However, for the Taoist priests in the palace, he only expelled and imprisoned those related to Tao Zhongwen, and kept the rest - he couldn't kneel down in front of that statue, King Jingping would just let him live forever. ? According to logic, practicing Taoism and refining elixirs is still inevitable.
Moreover, according to popular folklore, King Jingping was also in the order of immortals at this time, so it would not be wrong to keep this Taoist priest.
As for which myth sequence it belongs to, it is quite confusing. At this time, both Buddhism and Taoism were already competing for Yan Ling's identity. The Taoist side listed him as the "Dang Kou Ping Mo Zhenjun", while the Buddhist side said that he was the "Wu Ping Tian Wang", which was the same as in the past. Li Jing is juxtaposed, it is a mess.
But what no one expected was that such a dispute would actually affect one person.
Nine years later.
The magistrate of Xinye County, Henan Province, picked up his pen in the night.
He has loved watching unofficial history and legends since he was a child, he also likes folk legends, and has loved literary creation since he was a child. Today is the moment for him to write down the story in his mind.
In the past ten months, several chapters have been written down, and in a blink of an eye, the seventh chapter has been written.
Inspiration surged in his chest, and as if with divine help, he wrote:
"This time, the Monkey King did not distinguish between superior and inferior, and used the iron rod to hit the enemy in the east and west, and no one could stop him. He only hit the Tongming Hall and outside the Lingxiao Hall."
He started writing and was about to write again, when he suddenly seemed to think of something. The pen stopped on the paper for a moment, as if he had made some decision to include the person he admired in his heart, so the brush began to flow on the rice paper again.
A new story takes shape under his pen:
"Fortunately, King Wu Ping was escorting him outside the palace. When he saw the great sage, he approached with his sword and said, "Where are you going, Monkey?" As long as I am here, how can I allow you to be so arrogant? "The great sage couldn't help but raise his stick and hit him. The king of heaven raised his sword to meet him, and the two of them were fighting together in front of Lingxiao Hall."
He held up the rice paper and looked at the work with still wet ink, and smiled with satisfaction.
(End of chapter)
