Tiangongyuan.
"The Hunyuan Thousand Machine Formation has been closed!"
"The Eye of Heaven has been closed!"
"Eighty-eight fire phosphorus sources have been shut down!"
"The guardian of the divine capital has entered a state of slumber!"
"The Four Directions Divine Machine has entered a dormant state!"
Officials in white robes were busy running around, performing complex operations among some large instruments.
A middle-aged man is directing all this in an orderly manner.
"Headmaster, as you ordered, everything has been prepared."
"Stabilize the source of fire and phosphorus, and restart everything after an hour."
"Here!"
Someone came up and couldn't help but ask: "Head of the hospital, what are we going to do with all this trouble?"
Shi Qin said calmly: "The Queen's will is all that you and I must do."
#
It's late autumn, and the temperature is moderate, but the dry weather makes people a little uncomfortable.
In Xuantang, which has been experiencing a long drought, if there wasn't a machine that could create water out of thin air, the Cloud Lake outside would probably have dried up.
"After autumn comes winter. This year goes by so fast."
Wenren Jinping was sitting in the pavilion, looking at the big withered trees in the courtyard and said, she was wearing a light shirt and skirt and felt very cool.
"It doesn't snow in winter, it's cold and dry, and it's the most boring thing." Huanxi frowned at the side.
"Didn't someone in the city say there are rumors that maybe it will snow this winter?"
"It's probably a rumor. It hasn't rained for so long. Why didn't the immortal show up earlier?"
Huan Xi put his hands on the stone table, holding his chin and looking around aimlessly.
"My husband has said that these so-called 'immortals' are just monks with great magical powers. I, Xuantang, have always regarded them as ghosts and monsters and do not allow them to exist."
Huan Xi tilted his head, not quite understanding.
"is that so?"
Wenren Jinping said slowly: "Immortals are some kind of supreme, sacred, just and compassionate existence imagined in our hearts. Maybe there are no immortals at all. Otherwise, how could we sit back and watch the suffering in the world?"
Huan Xi found it interesting: "Why is there such a statement?"
"It was also said by my husband. When I first heard about it, I also thought it was deviant. My husband said that the immortals in the eyes of ordinary people serve people for free. They seem to be superior, but in fact they are hierarchical and perform their own duties. Such 'immortals' are not Like an honor, but a bondage.”
Huan Xi was a little confused and said, "Why can't I understand?"
Wenren Jinping smiled and said: "As you just said, the drought in Xuantang has been so long, why didn't the immortals show up earlier? But what does it have to do with them?"
Huanxi said of course: "They are immortals!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned and seemed to understand something.
After a long time, she said: "My uncle... his thoughts are really different from ordinary people's."
"Now I think he sees clearly."
"Miss, don't you think that my uncle has gone against the grain now?" Huanxi said with a smile.
While he was talking, the wind suddenly picked up, and the trees in the yard shook off the last remaining leaves, and the potted flowers and plants swayed unsteadily.
Wenren Jinping and Huanxi looked up at the sky at the same time, only to see that the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a dense mass of dark clouds covered the sky bit by bit.
"What's going on? It's such a strong wind..."
#
Outside Xuanming Hall.
Fuyao didn't let anyone set up a stage for sacrifice, and he didn't even draw a magic circle. He stood alone in the open space.
The female official moved a throne for the Queen to sit on, while the other officials gathered on both sides and stood. Everyone's eyes were on Fuyao, wanting to see what kind of tricks this man had.
She was seen making secrets with one hand, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air in the other palm, with mysterious Taoist patterns painted on it.
There was no incantation, no sacrificial dance, just activating the spiritual energy. The golden light of the talisman emitted, and in an instant, it spontaneously ignited without fire, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
An Yan, who was behind the throne, suddenly felt a majestic spiritual energy spreading from Fuyao's body. The air in his sight was distorted, and a wave of air hit his face, causing people to subconsciously cover their faces with their hands.
"What a cool wind!"
Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.
Everyone felt the thick water vapor from the wind, and everyone couldn't help but feel excited.
call--
The wind is blowing!
The clothes were so beautiful that all the officials couldn't help but whisper.
The Queen of Heaven looked calmly at Fuyao, who was standing alone not far away. There was a long drought in the Tang Dynasty, and this monk was behind it.
The national laws are strict, and these monks do not dare to be too blatant, but they cannot stop the evil intentions of life.
There have been examples of monks causing rebellion in the past. This time, Shentu Ying wanted to delegate power to himself. Will someone intend to overthrow this country in the future?
"The clouds are coming!"
"It's dark clouds! Such thick clouds!"
"It's really going to rain!"
Looking at the darkening sky, all the ministers were even more excited.
On the streets in Luoyang City, people walked out of their homes one after another, looking up at the dark sky together, making a noise like a cauldron.
"It is going to rain!"
"It's really going to rain!"
Some people were running around like crazy, waving and shouting, and no one got angry or cared when they bumped into pedestrians.
"It's cooling down! It's cooling down!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
#
Outside the city, a refugee camp.
There is still a sense of death and depression here, and most people are lying on the ground motionless, waiting for the city gate to be opened near noon to serve porridge.
"Please, just one bite is enough, just give me one, my daughter is dying!" Zhao Changnian was kneeling on the ground begging a young man.
He was ragged and disheveled, as were most of the people here.
"Get out! Did I tell you already!" The young man kicked him away and cursed angrily.
However, Zhao Changnian hugged his thigh tightly and cried: "Brother Zhang, this is different from what we promised. I clearly handed over porridge cakes to you, and you said you would protect my father and daughter. I saw you there and still Yes, I will make cows and horses for you..."
"Damn it! Who told your daughter to be so strong? Get out of here! Didn't you tell me already?" Brother Zhang was also annoyed by the entanglement, so he increased the strength on his feet.
With a thud, Zhao Changnian was kicked to the ground. He covered his chest with one hand and coughed violently, grinning.
"Old man, be careful with your life!"
Zhao Changnian regained his composure and looked around blankly, mostly with cold eyes.
Before he became a refugee, he was from a wealthy family in his hometown and had a lot of land under his name. Brother Zhang just now was a tenant of his family.
After years of severe drought, his family's savings could have sustained it, but a bandit riot destroyed his family.
Zhao Changnian quickly got up from the ground and ran quickly back to the ground where his daughter was.
"Ying'er, it's okay, the porridge will be served soon, please bear with me."
He held the withered girl's body tightly in his arms and spoke over and over again.
"Die." Someone reminded him.
Zhao Changnian didn't hear anything. He sat on the ground with empty eyes and didn't notice the cool breeze. He repeated: "It's okay, Ying'er..."
Bada——
He shivered suddenly and felt the back of his hand was slightly cold. He rubbed it on his face and found it was wet.
He subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, but did not see the dazzling white light.
The people around became noisy and chaotic, and countless people stood up.
Zhao Changnian stretched out his chapped hand, one drop, two drops... In just a blink of an eye, wow——
It rained heavily.
He looked at the sky, his clothes were soaked, and his thin body was shivering in the rain. However, he hugged the person in his arms tightly and burst into tears.
"Ying'er..."
#
Outside the Xuanming Hall, the female officials held up a silk canopy for the Queen of Heaven, while the officials ran wildly like crazy in the heavy rain.
Some people knelt on the ground crying and laughing, and some shouted loudly.
After three years of severe drought, we finally waited for this heavy rain.
Most of them were expatriates, and they all had served as local officials, and they all knew what the rain meant to the people.
They all asked themselves over and over again in their hearts, who did it wrong and why didn't it rain?
Everyone could no longer contain their inner emotions when facing this heavy rain.
The Queen stood up, took two steps forward, and put her hand into the rain. The cold touch made her feel a little dazed.
In a daze, she didn't know who she saw, but she felt a lot of sadness welling up in her heart.
Shentu Ying, you really deserve death...
"Pass the decree, Master Fuyao has made great contributions to the country in praying for rain, and he is conferred the title of Imperial Master of the Xuantang Dynasty!"
All the officials knelt down and shouted in the rain.
"God bless Xuantang!"
It rained heavily all day and all night before it stopped.
Everyone in Luoyang City is already aware of the existence of Master Fuyao, and they all respect him and are grateful.
The Queen of Heaven then asked Master Fuyao to go to various places in the Xuantang Dynasty to solve the drought in various places.
And Fuyao didn't need to go through too many troubles. It didn't rain in Xuantang, and the monks were behind it. However, most of the monks in Xuantang were friendly, and no one would easily ruin other people's affairs.
Now the Xuantang monks are united. After this incident, Fuyao only needs to restore the Xuantang weather to its original appearance.
Another half month passed, and there was a heavy rain in various places in Xuantang. In some cases where it was not raining season, the monks went there to spread the clouds and rain.
The Queen of Heaven immediately issued another decree, ordering all regions of Kyushu to collect refugees and disaster victims, open warehouses and release grain, and help them return to farming.
After the "immortal praying for rain" incident, the idea that the monks were monsters was no longer tenable among the people. Many people even set up memorial tablets for Master Fuyao at home to worship him every day.
Inside the Purple Orchid Hall.
"Senior sister's residence is elegant and unique. No wonder she is reluctant to go back to the mountain." Fuyao looked around and chuckled.
Chao Jin and Lu Kui waited on the side respectfully.
"You are now the Imperial Master, and the Queen of Heaven will soon give you a bedroom, which is probably better than mine." Master Xuanyi said calmly.
Fuyao has been traveling around praying for rain during this period. She just came back recently. This is her first time in the Purple Orchid Palace.
In the past, she could not enter this palace. After all, it was a building built under the guardianship of the divine capital. Ordinary spiritual jade could not cover the aura. She was not familiar with the place and could easily be discovered.
But this will no longer be the case in the future. Fuyao is now highly respected wherever he goes.
"Am I stealing senior sister's status?" Fuyao chuckled.
"Senior sister, you should be the savior of Xuantang."
Master Xuanyi shook his head gently: "Although the monk's status has changed in the future, I am a close servant of the Queen of Heaven. If I are allowed to stand in front of the stage, wouldn't it make outsiders think that the Queen of Heaven has been colluding with the demon all along?"
"I will also fade away from the stage in the future, and it is just right for you to be the national master."
Fuyao nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "By the way, what's going on with Master Anyan? I wanted to ask you before. I think he practiced your technique."
Master Xuanyi looked blank for a moment, then said: "I'm just helping him get started in cultivation, he's just of use to me."
Fuyao said, "I, Xuanzhen, do not accept male cultivators."
Master Xuanyi's voice was cold and indifferent: "I have no master-disciple status with him. Moreover, after the Three Realms Gate is opened, I plan to gather the Xuanqing Taoism of Xianqin, and then there will be male cultivators."
Fuyao was very surprised when he heard this: "Senior sister..."
"If you want to completely control the people outside the customs, it is best to have people there to help you."
"What senior sister said is true."
"...How is she?"
Fuyao knew who she was talking about, sighed softly, shook his head and said: "It's still the same as before, I don't dare to disturb you, I just hope that the master can return safely."
Master Xuanyi was silent for a while and said: "It doesn't matter, we still have a lot to prepare. Her body is still alive, so nothing will happen."
"hope so."
#
The Queen of Heaven took hundreds of officials to worship the ancestors on Shangshi Mountain.
After returning, he asked Master Fuyao in public at the court meeting: "Are there any other immortals in this world?"
Fuyao Imperial Master responded: "Pindao knows quite a few fellow Taoists."
"Then can we invite them to serve the country?"
"I am a person who lives in idle clouds and wild cranes, traveling in the mountains, rivers and countryside without a fixed place to live."
Pei Shihe said at this time: "We know that Fuyao's Imperial Preceptor is not greedy for wealth and glory. The imperial court's invitation to the Imperial Preceptor's friends is also for the sake of all the people in the world."
With the words of Tianhou and Pei Shihe, the other officials already understood what to do, and they all asked Fuyao to invite her immortal friends to the temple.
Fuyao couldn't refuse the Queen of Heaven's kindness, so he had no choice but to say, "Pindao can convey the kindness of Queen of Heaven to fellow Taoists, but whether they refuse or not depends on their own wishes. It's not easy for Pindao to force him."
The Queen of Heaven immediately said generously: "It doesn't matter, the Imperial Master only needs to say that they are invited to do things for the people, and they don't need to pay attention to anything else."
Seven days later, Fuyao's master invited more than 20 people from all over Jiuzhou to come to Luoyang, the divine capital.
The Queen of Heaven immediately conferred the title and built a new high pavilion outside the palace called Lingyan Pavilion. She conferred all the immortals including the Fuyao Imperial Master as the Twenty-Four Immortals of Lingyan and enshrined their tablets and portraits in the pavilion.
Among them are Izumoko, Li Zizhen, Ye Hanfeng and others.
Half of the twenty-four immortals are casual cultivators, and the other half are mostly disciples of her Xuanzhen Sect.
Most outsiders do not know the true names of the Twenty-Four Immortals, and ordinary people in Lingyan Pavilion cannot enter.
The monks Fuyao found were not twenty-four including herself. She also included her master. She originally wanted to include her senior sister, but Master Xuanyi refused.
Master Xuanyi seems determined to fade away from the world.
I hope Master will not be angry because of this after he comes out...
(End of chapter)
