Journey to the West: I have become an immortal, why did you just join the chat group?

Chapter 14 What a great knife for killing people!
"Not bad!"

Xiong Ba nodded, turned around, and said with his hands behind his back, "More than a decade ago, Feng'er's father, Nie Renwang, the Northern Drinking Mad Blade, and I had a duel on top of the Leshan Giant Buddha. That duel was so thrilling that I still can't forget it."

"It's a pity that fate plays tricks on us."

"While we were fighting, the Fire Kirin in Lingyun Cave suddenly rushed out for some unknown reason and abducted Feng'er's father, Nie Renwang. Since then, there has been no trace of Nie Renwang, and it's unknown whether he's alive or dead."

Xiong Ba turned around and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "The Fire Qilin is extremely ferocious and endangers the martial arts world. I am determined to rid the world of this evil! Feng'er, Yun'er, are you two willing to lead your men to Lingyun Cave and capture the Fire Qilin?"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun looked at each other, feeling a little hesitant.

The Fire Kirin was surrounded by flames and was extremely crazy. Anyone who came into contact with the devil blood in its body would not have a good ending. Once, the ancestor of the Nie family chopped the Fire Kirin with a knife and was splashed with the devil blood, which laid the root cause of the Nie family's blood madness.

Now that Xiongba asked them to deal with the Fire Kirin, it is hard not to suspect that Xiongba has evil intentions.

"Master, why don't you let me go with my two junior brothers?" Qin Shuang saw Feng Yun and the other two looking hesitant and hurriedly spoke up to defend them.

"No!"

Xiongba shook his head: "Shuang'er, I have other plans for you."

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged another glance, realizing Xiong Ba had already made up his mind. So they could only bite the bullet, stand up, clasp their fists, and say, "As you command!"

"very good!"

Xiong Ba nodded in satisfaction: "I will go with you on this trip. As for the Fire Qilin, you must capture it alive. I will be of great use to you!"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were puzzled: "Could it be that Xiongba really only wants to eliminate the Fire Kirin?"

"You two, please leave first!" Xiongba's eyes, full of hidden brilliance, swept over Fengyun and the other two, and asked them to leave the conference room first.

"Yes!"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun clasped their fists and left the conference room.

Xiong Ba turned to look at Qin Shuang and said in a deep voice, "Shuang'er, you have always been steady and capable, and you are also very loyal to me. Now I have a very important matter for you to do, and you must do it well!"

When Qin Shuang heard that this was a matter of utmost importance, he clasped his fists and said, "Qin Shuang will definitely live up to Master's trust!"

Xiongba came to sit in front of the throne, took out a scroll of silk from the armrest, handed it to Qin Shuang and said, "This is a portrait of a deity. Now that our Tianxia Association has unified the martial arts world, you must immediately lead people to various places to build temples for the deity and sculpt a golden statue!"

"Build a temple and sculpt a golden statue?" Qin Shuang was stunned. He spread out the silk and took a look. He saw an image of an immortal riding a cloud with a shining golden crown and fluttering feathered clothes. The immortal's name was written in regular script next to the portrait.

The Golden Palace shows the great power and majesty of the guardian deity, Master Lu Jun.

Who is this?

Qin Shuang lowered his head and thought carefully, searching through all the gods he knew in his mind, but there was no one named "Lu Jun". However, he did not investigate further and just took the order and left the conference room.

Xiong Ba watched Qin Shuang go away and sighed softly: "Immortal, immortal! If one day, I, Xiong Ba, can also become an immortal, live forever, and be on par with the heavens, how wonderful it would be!"

"When the time comes, no fate will be able to bind me!"

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Ming Dynasty, Xiyuan Renshou Palace.

The eunuch Lu Fang, with his back bent and small steps, came to Zhu Houcong, who was practicing Tai Chi in the hall, and knelt on the ground to report: "Master, Lord Yan and Lord Xu are already waiting at the palace gate."

Zhu Houcong ignored him and continued practicing until he finished a round of Tai Chi. Then he said calmly, "Let them in."

"Yes!" Lu Fang raised his eyelids, looked carefully at the emperor who had regained his youth, and quietly left Renshou Palace.

Soon.

Two old men with gray hair and beards, dressed in red official robes, walked with relatively steady steps into the Renshou Palace and bowed their heads, saying, "Your Majesty, your Majesty, is greeted by your old subordinates!"

"Please stand up, both gentlemen!" Zhu Houcong sat on a chair made of rosewood, his hands naturally resting on the armrests, and the sleeves of his sky-blue Taoist robe hung down.

"Thank you Holy Grace."

Yan Song and Xu Jie bowed and thanked him, then slowly stood up and sat on the chairs on both sides.

Only then did the two of them raise their eyes to look at the Taoist emperor in the center.

It would have been fine if they hadn't looked, but this look made Yan Song and Xu Jie freeze in place. Their old and dim eyes stared straight at the emperor, completely forgetting the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects in front of the hall.

Zhu Houcong couldn't help but laugh when he saw the two men's dazed expressions.

These old fellows usually seemed to praise the Dharma respectfully, but in fact they all sneered at his practice of spiritual cultivation, believing that he could not cultivate magical powers or achieve immortality.

now……

He received the Green Ginseng Pill from Master Lu, which allowed him to regain his youth and extend his life by five hundred years. He could be considered immortal in the human world, and his false Taoism naturally became the true Taoism!
"Your Majesty, have you succeeded in your spiritual practice?" Yan Song asked the emperor in a trembling voice, holding the armrest of the chair, with his buttocks about to rise.

Xu Jie's performance was not much better. He looked at the emperor with burning eyes, as if a flame was burning in his eyes.

Zhu Houcong smiled and did not give a direct answer. He just waved his robe, and the innate energy gushed out from the palm of his hand, and he grabbed a long sword from the waist of the big general outside the door.

Zheng!
He flicked the long sword with his fingers and praised, "It's a really good sword for killing people!"

When Yan Song and Xu Jie heard this, they shuddered.

"Your Majesty summoned me here today, but I wonder why?" Yan Song thought that the emperor was dissatisfied with the amount of money approved by the cabinet for building the Taoist temple, so he used the long sword as a metaphorical warning, so he hurriedly wanted to make up for it.

"If your majesty has anything to do, just tell this old minister to do it. I will do my best." Xu Jie was also an old fox. He also reacted at this time and spoke first to express his attitude.

Seeing the two of them hurriedly express their opinions, Zhu Houcong smiled and said, "I do have something I want you to do."

Yan Song and Xu Jie stood up, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, please give your orders."

"Originally, we planned to build three Taoist temples and palaces, but we stopped building two and only started one."

Zhu Houcong gathered the sleeves of his azure Taoist robe and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "The money saved must be used to complete another matter I want to do - every county in the two capitals and thirteen provinces must build a temple dedicated to the gods before the end of the year!"

Xu Jie was shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly, "Your Majesty, should temples be built in every county across the country?"

Zhu Houcong nodded: "Yes!"

Xu Jie slumped to his knees, his face gloomy as he cried, "Your Majesty, how many counties are there in this country? If we build temples in every county, the expense would probably bankrupt the treasury of the Ming Dynasty!"

Yan Song glanced at the emperor's gloomy face, coughed, and said, "Your Majesty, the silver in the treasury is indeed insufficient. Why not let each county raise funds on its own to build temples?"

Zhu Houcong looked over, staring at the two of them quietly for a moment, then said, "I know you've always been fighting over things, but if anyone plays dirty tricks on me today and messes things up, I won't hold any old ties with you!"

Yan Song was horrified.

Xu Jie stopped crying and just bowed his head and said "yes".

"I might as well explain it to you more clearly." Zhu Houcong was afraid that Yan Song and Xu Jie would not be able to grasp the seriousness of this matter, so he warned solemnly, "Anyone who messes up this will be punished lightly by death and annihilation of their clan. I am not afraid that the iron pen of future generations will write that I am a bloodthirsty and tyrannical emperor!"

Yan Song and Xu Jie were covered in cold sweat and kept saying they dared not do it.

Zhu Houcong saw that the beating was almost over, so he waved his sleeves and said, "All of you, leave!"

"I obey!"

Yan Song and Xu Jie bowed and accepted the order, then turned and left Renshou Palace.

Just out of the palace.

The chief eunuch, Lü Fang, came forward and presented two scrolls with a smile on his face. "Lord Yan, Lord Xu, this painting was commissioned by Your Majesty. The figures depicted are the immortals enshrined in temples in various counties. Don't make any mistakes."

Yan and Xu took the scroll and gently unfolded it.

Then I saw a painting of a fairy riding on the clouds, wearing a golden crown and gorgeous clothes. The fairy had a young appearance and eyes like phoenixes. He held a sword in his left hand and a purple jade ruler in his right hand.

The portrait is lifelike, and auspicious clouds are floating in the air.

As if the next moment.

It seems as if the gods in the painting are descending from the sky.

(End of this chapter)