The plain words contained an undeniable meaning and a heavy trust. Although Su Ming didn't know where this trust came from, no matter how humble he was, he was ignorant.
Although you have to be under the jurisdiction and abide by the court system after joining the court, you also have a backer, and you will have all the resources for practice in the future. What's more, the biggest benefit is to be able to enjoy the luck of the court, rest with the country, and practice with the help of luck .
Therefore, it is worthwhile to enter the court and become an official for this good luck.
If you are a cultivator, don’t shiver.
If not, how could a conference attract all kinds of old monsters from all walks of life in the world of immortality? Are there undercurrents surging among the major cultivating aristocratic families?
"The poor monk thanked Your Majesty." Su Ming nodded, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed.
Although I don't know what the old emperor's plan is, it is his goal to ascend to the position of national master. Now that the goal is achieved, there is no reason to refuse.
What's more, if he doesn't ascend to the position of national master, how can he steal his luck?
Seeing Su Ming nod, the smile on Emperor Shenwu's face deepened, "National Master, in a few days there will be a ceremony to offer sacrifices to heaven. I will confer you the title of National Master at the ceremony and announce it to the world. At that time, you will Then you can truly rest with your country and enjoy the fortune of the court."
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"How is the situation? Your Majesty the Imperial Master?" A slightly joking voice sounded. In the Taoist temple, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe and a lotus crown held a white jade whisk and laughed at his senior brother in front of him.
"It's not like I gained nothing, at least the result this time can make me feel more at ease." In response to his junior brother's teasing, the old Taoist priest shook his head with a bit of regret in his words.
The old Taoist priest is dressed in gray robes, looks very old, and has wrinkles on his face. He is the former Motian layman.
"Senior brother, you are no longer a national master. This great Zhou Dynasty has nothing to do with you and me anymore, so why bother?" The middle-aged Taoist priest put away the smile on his face and persuaded him sincerely.
"This time, I didn't expect that His Majesty would actually make such a move. Even with my level of cultivation, I couldn't reach the top. Fortunately, the person who finally won the position of National Master was a Buddhist monk with a pure foundation and seemingly walking path. On the path of the Great Sun Tathagata, with him here, the world will be stable for a while."
"Buddhist bald donkey? Huh!" The middle-aged Taoist priest snorted coldly, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the result.
Just as he finished speaking, a bit of purple-green energy appeared between the Taoist priest's brows, turning into a dragon that kept biting and tearing at his soul, making him frown slightly.
The middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward to support his senior brother. Then he put his fingers together with his sword and pointed it at the center of the old Taoist priest's eyebrows. The Bagua runes lit up and directly sealed the luck dragons.
After doing this, his expression softened slightly, but still with a bit of anger, "Luck backlash? Senior brother, are you desperate? You just used the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book before, and your luck was depleted a lot. Young Master, now you are being attacked by the Great Zhou Luck again, even if you are a soul cultivator, how many lives do you have to resist?"
The heavy words seemed to be reproachful, but in fact they were full of deep concern.
"Ahem! It doesn't matter. I should have returned my life to them back then. It's a blessing to be alive now, so don't worry." The old Taoist coughed lightly, and the aging color on his face deepened.
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at his senior brother's old face, his voice full of regret and dissatisfaction, "That incident twenty years ago is not entirely your fault. Senior brother is obviously about the same age as me, and he is also the youngest soul in the spiritual world. Almighty, if you practice step by step, you may not be able to transcend, but to end up in this situation is really heartbreaking."
The old Taoist priest smiled, with a calm look on his face, as if he didn't care, "Junior brother, no matter what, this is the cause and effect I owe them. Now that the imperial court has re-elected the national master, I can rest assured."
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Temple of Heaven.
The ancient hills and green pines all around are desolate and cold, and the white clouds are faint and diffuse everywhere. The two colors of frost and green blend together. In the distance, there is the faint sound of bells, drums and jade chimes. The vast atmosphere and majestic energy are coming towards you.
The bluestone steps are intertwined with mysterious patterns.
The light and shadow are swaying, thick and simple.
The Temple of Heaven has been built since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty and has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is a place for worshiping heaven, ancestors and gods during the Great Zhou Dynasty. It has a remote and mysterious color. As long as you set foot here, you will feel Being enveloped in the solemn atmosphere here, a sense of reverence inevitably arises in my heart.
If you look carefully, you will see that there are imperial guards stationed around the Temple of Heaven. They are covered in black armor and have scarlet-tasseled scimitars hanging from their waists. Their eyes are like lightning, protecting the surrounding area from the elements.
This is just a defense on the surface, secretly there are countless Xuanjing Division secret guards guarding and monitoring, and no slightest movement can escape their eyes.
In the distance, the canopy is held high, the banner is fluttering, and Emperor Shenwu is sitting among the dragons, wearing a black imperial robe, a flat crown on his head, and the emperor's sword beside him. He is completely different from his old demeanor, and his every move is extremely majestic. color.
After the dragon banishment, groups of eunuchs and maids followed, holding wooden plates covered with cloth and bulging under the cloth, which looked like treasure boxes.
Su Ming was also sitting in a carriage with his eyes closed and meditating. He was wearing a red cassock and a five-buddha crown on his head. The cinnabar on his eyebrows was as red as blood. His face was white and his facial features were handsome. His eyebrows were full of indifference. The little Buddha's light reflected them, which made him look even more... The treasure is solemn and the bearing is extraordinary.
When he began to step into the area of the altar, his soul in the sea of consciousness could sense the dragon energy commands extending from all directions, thin, dense, very dense, agile, and active.
Immediately, he opened his eyes, and a "卍" character loomed, reflecting the scene in the void. A golden dragon was circling and flying above the Temple of Heaven, holding a pearl in its mouth. The golden halo surged like a tide, circle after circle, majestic and It was so vast that when he entered it, he felt as if he had really entered a pure gold ocean, with light squeezing and tidal roaring everywhere.
Emperor Shenwu ascended to the Temple of Heaven, where an incense table had been arranged. There was a cauldron on top of the table, and green paper was placed underneath, pressed with a precious inkstone. The auspicious aura that was invisible to the naked eye rose up, and it was purple-green on the outside and golden-red on the inside.
"The heaven-sacrifice ceremony begins!"
Following the roll call by the chamberlain, civil servants came forward to read out the memorial text, and all the officials saluted.
After the ceremony, Emperor Shenwu stepped forward and took out the blue paper from under the inkstone. After opening it, there were large characters with dragons and phoenixes dancing on them, which were solemn and majestic.
"Bring it here."
Emperor Shenwu gave an order, and the chamberlain behind him took the wooden plate from the eunuch's hand and brought it forward. After lifting the cover on the wooden plate, there was a treasure box inside. When he opened it again, there was a jade seal in the treasure box. , made of white jade, engraved with the pattern of five dragons intersecting, the precious light is shining, and it is extremely extraordinary.
The emperor's seal is used to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth!
It is rarely used at ordinary times and is only used on important occasions, because every time it is used, the dragon energy and national luck will be consumed. And this time it was used to confer the title of Imperial Master.
Only a true imperial edict can truly allow the imperial master to enjoy the fortune of the court. However, this time the edict and the heaven-sacrifice ceremony were held at the same time, making it even more grand.
