kill the immortal

Chapter 83, Chapter 82

Tiangongyuan.

"The Hunyuan Thousand Machine Formation has been closed!"

"Tianxin Eye is closed!"

"The 88 fire phosphorus sources have been shut down!"

"The Guardian of the God City has entered a dormant state!"

"Sifang Shenji has entered a dormant state!"

The officials in white robes were busy running around, performing complicated operations among some large instruments.

A middle-aged man is directing everything in an orderly manner.

"Head of the hospital, according to your instructions, all preparations have been made."

"Stabilize the source of fire and phosphorus, and restart everything after an hour."

"Here!"

Someone came forward and couldn't help asking: "Director, what are we going to do with all this trouble?"

Shi Qin said indifferently: "The queen's will, you and I just follow it."

#
It's late autumn, and the temperature is moderate, but the dry weather makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

In Xuantang, which has been drought for a long time, if there is no machine that can create water out of thin air, the cloud lake outside is probably going to dry up.

"After autumn comes winter, and this year flies by so quickly."

Wenren Jinping sat in the pavilion, looked at the fallen trees in the courtyard and said, she was wearing a light dress and felt very cool.

"It doesn't snow in winter, it's cold and dry, it's the most boring thing." Huanxi pouted aside.

"Isn't someone in the city saying that 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 sooner?"

Huanxi rested his hands on the stone table and looked around aimlessly with his chin in his hands.

"My husband has said that these so-called 'immortals' are nothing more than monks with great supernatural powers. I, Xuan Tang, have always regarded them as ghosts and monsters, and do not allow them to exist."

Huanxi tilted her head, somewhat confused.

"Is that right?"

Wenren Jinping said slowly: "Immortals are some kind of supreme, holy, just and compassionate existence imagined in our hearts. Maybe there are no immortals at all. Otherwise, how can we sit by and watch the sufferings of the world?"

Huanxi found it interesting: "Why is there such a saying?"

"It's also what my husband said. When I first heard it, I also felt deviant. My husband said that the immortals in the eyes of ordinary people serve people for free. They seem to be superior, but they are actually hierarchical and perform their duties. Such 'immortals' are not Like an honor, but a bondage.”

Huanxi was a little confused, she said, "Why can't I understand."

Wenren Jinping smiled and said, "Just like what you said just now, the Xuantang drought has been so long, why didn't the immortals show up sooner, but what does it matter to them?"

Huanxi said of course: "They are immortals!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned, as if she understood something.

It took her a long time to say: "Young master... the way of thinking is really different from ordinary people."

"Now I think he sees clearly."

"Miss, don't you think my uncle is deviant?" Huanxi said with a smile.

While 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 and empty day suddenly darkened, and a cloud of black clouds covered the sky little by little.

"What's going on, there's such a strong wind..."

#
Outside Xuanming Hall.

Fuyao didn't ask anyone to set up a stage for sacrifice, and didn't even draw a magic circle, standing alone in the open space.

The female official brought a throne for the Empress to sit on, while the rest of the officials stood on both sides. All eyes were on Fuyao, wanting to see what kind of means this man had.

I saw her make a formula with one hand, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air in the other palm, with mysterious Dao 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 the heaven and the earth.

An Yanhu behind the throne felt a majestic aura spreading out from Fuyao's body, the air in his sight was distorted, and a wave of air rushed towards his face, causing him to subconsciously cover his face with his hands.

"What a cool wind!"

Someone exclaimed involuntarily.

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.

Tianhou looked calmly at Fuyao who was standing alone not far away, Xuantang was dry for a long time, and this monk was behind it.

The laws of the country are strict, and these monks do not dare to be too blatant, but they can't stop their evil intentions.

There have been examples of monks rebelling in the past. This time, Shen Tuying wants to decentralize himself. Will someone intend to overthrow this country in the future?
"The cloud is coming!"

"It's a dark cloud! What a thick cloud!"

"It's really going to rain!"

Looking at the darkened sky, all the officials were even more excited.

On the streets in Luoyang City, the common people walked out of their homes one after another, looked up at the dark sky together, and there was a lot of noise.

"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.

"Cool down! Cool down!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

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Outside the city, the refugee camp.

There was still death and depression here, and most people lay motionless on the ground, waiting for the city gate to open to release porridge near noon.

"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 unkempt, as most people here are.

"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 you a cow and a horse..."

"Damn it! Who made your daughter so fierce, hurry up and get out of me, tell me if you've already told me!" This brother was also annoyed by being entangled, so he increased the strength on his feet.

With a plop, Zhao Changnian was kicked to the ground, covered his chest with one hand and coughed violently, grinning his teeth.

"Old man, be careful of your dog's life!"

Zhao Changnian regained his strength and looked around blankly, most of them were cold-eyed.

Before he became a refugee, he was also a wealthy family in his hometown town, with a lot of land under his name. The brother Zhang just now was originally a tenant of his family.

In the years of severe drought, his family's savings could have survived, but a bandit riot ruined his family.

Zhao Changnian quickly got up from the ground, and quickly ran back to the ground where his daughter was.

"Ying'er, it's okay, the porridge will be served soon, please bear with it."

He hugged the withered girl's body tightly in his arms, and said it over and over again.

"It's dead." 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..."

blah-

He shivered suddenly, he felt the back of his hand was slightly cold, and rubbed his face, it was actually wet.

He subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, but did not see the dazzling white light.

The surrounding people became noisy and chaotic, and countless people stood up.

Zhao Changnian stretched out his chapped hand, one drop, two drops...but in a blink of an eye, wow——

It was pouring rain.

He looked up at the sky, his clothes were completely wet, his thin body was shivering in the rain, but he hugged the person in his arms tightly and cried bitterly.

"Yinger..."

#
Outside the Xuanming Hall, the female officials propped up the canopy for the Queen of Heaven, while all the officials ran like mad in the heavy rain.

Some people knelt on the ground and cried and laughed, while others yelled loudly.

After three years of severe drought, this heavy rain finally came.

Most of them have been released outside, and they have all served as parents' officials in one place, and they all know what the rain means to the people.

They have all asked themselves over and over again in their hearts, who did the wrong thing, and why it doesn't rain all the time!
Everyone couldn't hold back their inner emotions when facing this heavy rain.

Tianhou stood up, took two steps forward, and stretched out her hand into the rain. The cold touch made her a little dazed.

In a trance, she didn't know who she saw, but she felt a lot of sadness in her heart.

Shentu wins, you really deserve to die...

"Pass the decree, Fuyao Daoist has made meritorious service in praying for rain for the country, and Fuyao Daoist is appointed Xuantang Guoshi!"

Hundreds of officials knelt down in the rain and shouted.

"God bless Xuan Tang!"

It rained heavily for a day and a night.

Everyone in Luoyang City already knew about the existence of this Fuyao real person, and everyone respected and felt grateful for him.

Tianhou then asked Fuyao Guoshi to go to various places in Xuantang to solve the drought in various places.

And Fuyao didn't need to go through too much trouble. It didn't rain in Xuantang, and it was the monks behind it, but most of the monks in Xuantang were friendly, and no one would easily destroy other people's affairs.

Now the monks of Xuantang have concentrated their minds. After this situation, Fuyao only needs to restore the weather of Xuantang to its original appearance.

Another half a month passed, and there was a heavy rain in various parts of Xuantang, and some monks went to spread the rain specially when it was not the rainy season.

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 incident of "immortal begging for rain", the theory that monks are demons can no longer stand among the people, and many people even set up tablets for Fuyao Guoshi at home to enshrine every day.

Inside the Purple Orchid Hall.

"Senior Sister's residence is elegant and unique, no wonder she wants to go back to the mountain." Fuyao looked around and smiled lightly.

Zhao Jin and Lu Kui waited respectfully at the side.

"You are now a national teacher, and the Empress Dowager will give you a set of dormitories soon, which may be 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 was not allowed to enter this imperial palace. After all, it was built under the guardian of the capital of the gods. It is difficult to hide the breath with ordinary jade, and she is easy to be discovered because she is not familiar with the place.

But it will not be like this in the future, Fuyao is now respected wherever he goes.

"Am I stealing the title of Senior Sister?" Fu Yao chuckled lightly.

"The savior of Xuan Tang should have been done by you, Senior Sister."

Master Xuanyi shook his head slightly: "Although the status of monks has changed in the future, I am a servant of the Queen of Heaven. If I stand in front of the stage, don't outsiders think that the Queen of Heaven has been colluding with demons 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."

Fu Yao nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "By the way, what happened to Mr. An Yan? I wanted to ask before, I think he is practicing your exercises."

Master Xuanyi paused, and then said: "I just help him get started, he is useful to me."

Fuyao said, "I, Xuanzhen, don't accept male cultivators."

Master Xuanyi's voice was cold and indifferent: "I have no master-student status with him, and, after the Three Realms Gate is opened, I plan to gather Xianqin's Xuanqing Taoism, and then there will be male cultivators."

Fuyao was very surprised when he heard the words: "Senior Sister..."

"If you want to completely control the people outside the pass, it's best to have people there to help you."

"What the senior sister said is true."

"...how is she?"

Fuyao knew who she was talking about, sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "It's still the same as before, I don't dare to disturb, I just hope that Master can return safely."

Master Xuanyi was silent for a while, and said: "It's okay, we still have a lot to prepare, her body is still in this world, so nothing will happen."

"hope so."

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Tianhou took all the officials to Shangshi Mountain to worship the ancestors.

After returning, he asked Fuyao Guoshi in public at the court meeting: "Are there any other immortals in this world?"

Fuyao Guoshi replied: "Poverty Dao knows quite a few fellow Taoists."

"Then can they be invited to serve the country?"

"I have always been a man of idle clouds and wild cranes, traveling in the mountains, rivers and countryside, and living in no fixed place."

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 Tianhou and Pei Shihe's words, the rest of the officials already understood what to do, and they asked Fuyao Guoshi to invite her immortal friends into the temple.

Fuyao really couldn't refuse the empress' kindness, so he had to worry about it: "The poor Taoist can convey the kindness of the queen to the fellow Taoists, but whether to refuse or not depends on their own wishes, and the poor daoist can't force it."

Tianhou immediately said generously: "It's okay, the national teacher 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."

After another seven days, Fuyao Guoshi invited more than [-] people from all over Kyushu to Luoyang, the capital of God.

Immediately, Tianhou made a great appointment and built a high pavilion outside the palace, named Lingyan Pavilion. All the immortals, including Fuyao Guoshi, were conferred as Lingyan 24 Immortals, and their tablets and portraits were enshrined in the pavilion.

Among them are Izumoko, Li Zizhen, Ye Hanfeng and others.

Half of these 24 immortals are casual cultivators, and the other half are mostly disciples of her Xuanzhen Sect.

Most of the outsiders don't know the real name of the 24th Immortal, and Lingyan Pavilion cannot be entered by ordinary people.

The monks Fuyao found and her own were not enough 24, so she counted her master in it, and she wanted to count her senior sister, but was rejected by Master Xuanyi.

Master Xuanyi seems to have made up his mind to fade out of the world.

I hope that Master will not be angry because of this after he comes out...

(End of this chapter)