Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 15
The fact that Zhao Zhen fell ill suddenly was not in Zhang Yuqing's plan.

"However, this is a good opportunity..." Zhang Yuqing said in his heart, his thoughts turned a few times, and various plans emerged.

"So that's how it is. Wait for me to make a divination for the emperor to calculate good and bad luck."

The majestic voice of the Emperor Changsheng resounded faintly, and the Eight Sage Kings and others all bowed their heads devoutly after hearing the words, waiting for the decree.

Zhang Yuqing drove the sword light and went straight to Bianliang City.

Not long after, he saw a palace wall made of red bricks.

Turning around Zhuge and around Qingchi, Zhang Yuqing quickly passed several buildings, and finally found a palace where many maids and eunuchs were waiting at the door. There was a plaque on it with the words Funing Hall.

He released his divine thoughts, temporarily bewitched the eunuchs and maids at the gate of the hall with his enchantment, quietly pushed open a screen window, turned over and entered the hall deftly.

The people outside the house felt as if they were in a trance for a while, with the feeling of a breeze blowing on their faces. They looked around in surprise but did not see anything unusual, and they didn't dare to say anything. They just thought that they had been waiting here for too long and had an illusion.

The layout of the hall is resplendent and resplendent, and it really has a royal atmosphere.

The sky is bright and bright, and the high-quality paraffin wax that is as thick as a forearm is burning slowly on both sides, illuminating the room brightly.

Many high-ranking eunuchs stood by the side, and several imperial doctors were accompanying the queen and concubine and were explaining the illness.

The inside of the main hall was separated by gauze, and more eunuchs and maids were busy serving tea and water and delivering news.

The commander of the Sanya imperial army and the emperor's personal guards were well equipped and stood aside solemnly, in case any thieves would take advantage of the chaos and try to follow the story of Yang Guang in the Sui Dynasty*.

Zhang Yuqing followed behind a small yellow door with a copper basin, and entered the inner room of the main hall.

The light dimmed immediately, the emperor was seriously ill and unconscious, and the three imperial physicians He An, Cheng An, and Cheng He did not dare to leave a step, and they were surrounding the imperial bed, discussing prescriptions and methods of diagnosis and treatment.

"The official family is heart paralysis. The so-called Neijing has a saying: pulse paralysis is endless, exogenous evils are felt again, and the interior is at heart. In my opinion, acupuncture and moxibustion can be used to clear the paralysis."

"This statement is ridiculous!" The white-bearded imperial doctor stared: "Of course we continue to use medicinal soup for diagnosis and treatment. At this time, the official is sleepy, how can we use needles?"

Another person refused to accept it, and responded indignantly by citing scriptures.

The middleman was silent, thinking hard, writing prescriptions silently.

Zhang Yuqing was too lazy to take care of them, since no one could see him anyway.

Taking a few steps forward, he finally saw this rare emperor who left the title of 'Renzong' in the history books.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale and weak, his frowning brows twitched from time to time, obviously very uncomfortable.

He didn't wear a dragon robe, so he didn't look like an emperor holding the power of the world, but an old man who was seriously ill and overweight.

Self-restraint and restoration of rites are benevolence, as a state highly respected by Confucianism, all emperors who can be crowned with the temple name of "benevolence" as a beautiful posthumous posthumous posthumous emperor are the rare few among the emperors in the past and present who are "human-like and understand human nature" 'The presence.

Zhang Yuqing didn't hesitate, and immediately sent a ray of spiritual energy to his heart, helping him to dredge the blood vessels of the meridians and suspend his life.

However, he was not in a hurry to wake up the emperor, and let him continue to fall asleep. Anyway, there is spiritual energy protecting his heart. It can be said that it is difficult for Zhao Zhen to seek death even if he wants to die.

After finishing all this quickly, Zhang Yuqing followed the way he came from and left the bedroom without anyone noticing, and flew back to the top of the mountain.

With the speed of his sword light, it took less than a minute to go back and forth.

Therefore, the Eight Sage Kings and others only felt that after waiting for a while, they heard the response from the Shangxian.

"I have finished my calculations. Right now, the emperor is not in danger of life or death."

Hearing this, everyone jumped for joy.

After all, Renzong's reputation is really good, he treats the people well, and treats the ministers very well. Even the Baxian King sincerely hopes for his nephew to be healthy.

Now that the Shangxian has opened his mouth, in the eyes of everyone, it is a golden word, and the official's life will no longer be in danger. I am afraid that even if Yan Luo seduces the soul, he will not be able to move a single hair of this official.

"Thank you Yuqing Taiyuan Immortal Venerable!" The 22 people kowtowed and bowed in unison, with such a mighty momentum that the team who were sincerely offering sacrifices to heaven was startled.

"What happened?" The Minister of Rites motioned to the left and right to see why there was a sudden commotion.

Shaoqing, the rite doctor replied: "Xue Gong, it seems that the Emperor Changsheng has manifested his holiness."

"Oh?" The officer surnamed Xue heard the words and said, "Quickly call Yang Jianzheng to come and go with me to meet the Shangxian."

Amidst the commotion, some officials went to inform Yang Weide, and within a short time, the news about the Changsheng Emperor's manifestation spread among the crowd, and they knew everything.

"Where is the immortal? Have you seen it?" Some people whispered around, looking up at the sky, only to see the scorching sun, and nothing but a chaffinch bird flying by occasionally.

"No, didn't you say that immortals can fly with a sword? How come I didn't see it?"

"Hey, you two don't know something. Immortals are different. It is said that only the 22 people who have the fate of immortality can be lucky enough to listen to the voice of immortals."

"Nonsense, the 10 people in Bianjing city probably saw the Shangxian yesterday, where is the rumor that they are the only ones who can see the Shangxian?"

"Shh, it was the Eight Sage King who said this morning when he responded to the inquiries of the officials—"

"Eight... Oh, that must be the case. Ordinary people in my generation must not understand the affairs of the fairy family. It's just hearsay. Hey, it's a pity that I can't see the real fairy."

Yang Weide hurriedly got off the altar that was built overnight, and dozens of officials, including the Ministry of Rites, Yushitai, Zhongshu Sheng, and Guozijian Zongzheng Temple, came to the place where the Eight Sage Kings and others were.

With the movement of these people, the crowd seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and no one dared to take a big breath.

Yang Weide called people to attract the leaders of Taoism and Buddhism. The group walked for dozens of steps, and they saw the true immortal Taoist descendant knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.

"Here, Prince Jing, why is this?"

King Jing is the official title of Zhao Yuanyan, and the folks honor him as the Eight Sage Kings, but naturally people in the court will not follow the folks.

"The Immortal Changsheng just passed down the decree, telling us that the officials are no longer in danger of dying. We are grateful for the kindness of the immortal, so we kneel down together." Zhao Yuanyan's noble and graceful face was full of piety, and his hands were stained with He scoured the soil but never gave up, and said solemnly.

"Shangxian really said that?!" Many officials were surprised, and then looked up, but they couldn't see the startled figure from yesterday.

"You don't need to be surprised." The next moment, a majestic voice sounded in everyone's eardrums at the same time.

Everyone's face changed drastically, and they were shocked, but they couldn't find the shadow of the immortal.

"Immortals are not here, and the Dharma Body is still in the sky to prevent the disaster of the red sheep from coming to the world. At this moment, you are talking to us from thousands of miles away." Yang Huaiyu's youthful heart, seeing that everyone was puzzled, explained with a smile.

　* In the fourth year of Renshou, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty was critically ill, and Yang Guang took the opportunity to moles his father's concubine, Mrs. Chen.Yang Jian was furious and wanted to restore Yang Yong as the prince.Yang Guang conspired with the prime minister Yang Su and his cronies Zhang Heng to kill his father Yang Jian, and then entrusted Yang Jian with an order to kill his brother, and he took the throne as Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)