Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 17
"The harvest is quite rich, quite rich!" Zhang Yuqing exclaimed.

Two and a half years of hard work in farming, it is better to make money quickly with a little bumping of the upper and lower lips.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of taels of gold were put into the bag, and it would be worth a hundred pieces of Lingshi instead!
He calmed down his emotions, and then turned his gaze to the vast city on the horizon, with a little pain in his eyes.

Even gods can't take money and do nothing. Now that the gold is in hand, it's time to let these mortals know that the money was worth it!

On the mountain, the court officials and everyone still stared at the empty altar in astonishment, and many people prayed devoutly to the Immortal with fanaticism and chatter.

Although Yang Weide was equally astonished, he was more worried about the official's illness.

Now that they have completed the blessing ceremony, the gold is gone, what about the officials?

When will the Son of Heaven wake up?Waiting online, it's urgent!
However, having seen the "fairy trail" several times, even all the officials dared not ask the immortal when he planned to fulfill the agreement, and each one of them just looked loyal and pious and waited for orders.

"The wind... the wind is blowing—" Everyone was waiting boredly, watching their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts, and suddenly heard someone shouting loudly.

"What wind?"

Yang Weide looked up, but saw a gust of wind blowing up from the top of the mountain to the city.

Some gravel and soil were blown up, rolling grass roots and fallen leaves around their feet.

Only then did everyone belatedly realize that the sky seemed to be getting darker all of a sudden.

In Bianliang City, the people looked up in a daze, only to see dark clouds hanging upside down in the sky, billowing and gathering, as if a mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the buildings, and the black clouds were pressing down on the city to destroy it.

"It's raining, thunder and collect your clothes~" On the street, a naughty boy ran wildly with a windmill in his hand, shouting.

In the imperial city, several timid concubines hurriedly ordered the maids to close the doors and windows, and lit the brazier.

Empress Cao sat beside Zhao Zhen's sick bed, staring at his face with a little sadness and panic, praying in a low voice to the blessings of gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Suddenly hearing the wind and people outside the window, a trace of displeasure flashed across the face of the thirty-year-old queen, and she beckoned an eunuch and asked in a cold voice: "What is the noise outside the palace? Everyone clap your hands!"

"Returning to master, it seems... It seems that the gods have appeared." Eunuch Hu, the eunuch, replied in a panicked manner, and lowered his volume.

"Immortal?" Empress Cao stood up, seven or eight maids supported her arms, pinched the corners of her dress and walked to the window, propping up the window lattice to expose the sky.

But he saw the dark and thick clouds at the entrance, almost covering a small half of the sky, with a terrifying appearance.

"Is this called the manifestation of the gods?" Empress Cao laughed back angrily, with a murderous look between her brows: "The officials are just overworked and rested for a while, and the people below are thinking about it. Eunuch Hu, I don't like this group of people. And kill them all."

"Yes, master."

In mid-air, Zhang Yuqing's face was pale.

This skill of condensing the rain could no longer be called Xiao Ganlinjue. It almost drained all the aura in his body and combined with the weather, the torrential rain brewed even exceeded Zhang Yuqing's own presupposition.

A wry smile appeared on his face, feeling the nearly empty dantian, he squeezed out a little mana again, then with a serious face, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted:
"Son of Heaven!! The soul is back——!!!"

"Boom!" The thunder pierced the sky and shattered the darkness!

Under the effect of mana, this voice full of recklessness and majesty amplified countless times, and spread throughout the entire Bianliang City in an instant.

Even the people on the top of Xishan could vaguely hear the words "Return..." indistinctly.

In the palace, the sound seemed to explode in everyone's ears at the same time, it was extremely frightening.

Accompanied by a loud noise, the torrential rain that had accumulated for a long time seemed to open the gate, and it fell with a mighty bang in an instant.

Half of Bianliang City was submerged in rain and fog!
Empress Cao was frightened by the deafening roar and lost her mind. She suddenly changed color and could hardly stand still, almost falling to the ground!

"Saint! Saint!" Seven or eight maids hurried forward to support her, not daring to disturb the empress.

"Hmm..." On the other side of the sick bed, Zhao Zhen woke up almost at the same time, with a groan in his throat, and opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty!" Empress Cao staggered and pushed away the arm of the maid beside her, holding Zhao Zhen's hand in tears of joy and saying, "Your Majesty, are you awake?!"

Zhao Zhen still felt pain in the back of his head, and everything he encountered in the coma was like a dream, but it seemed to have happened really.

He forced himself to half support his body, Empress Cao was surprised and delighted, and repeatedly called several eunuchs and imperial doctors to help the emperor.

"When I just fell asleep, it was as if my soul was out of my body..." Zhao Zhen rubbed his forehead, his eyes blurred: "I saw you, the saint, and Uncle Huang, Yang Weide, the Ministry of Rites, Zongzheng Temple and others prayed for me in Xishan, I pray that Yuqing Taiyuan Changsheng Immortal Venerable will bestow blessings on me and make me wake up..."

His tone was faint, with some memories and sighs, as if he had experienced an unforgettable encounter.

"Dan Shu—" Seemingly remembering something, Zhao Zhenyu looked at Empress Cao with emotion and said, "You are too hot-tempered, and it's really not good to kill people so often."

"Your Majesty?" Cao Danshu's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed, "You woke up when I scolded Eunuch Hu just now?"

"No." Zhao Zhen waved his hand: "It seems to be the method of the Immortal Immortal. I am floating in the air, watching my body lying here quietly, as if my soul has been separated from the body, and you have been with me for a day. In one night, all the things that happened in the middle can be vividly remembered."

"Is this Immortal Immortal, really an immortal?" Empress Cao said in a daze.

"Oops, could it be that this heavy rain is really the fairy art that awakened your majesty by the gods, then I am not abrupt?!" Suddenly, she remembered what she said when she was angry, and looked at Zhao Zhen with a horrified expression.

"Hey——" Zhao Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a gentle tone: "When I get better, accompany me to Xishan to pray for God's protection, and hold a ceremony to pray for God's forgiveness for your unintentional mistakes."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhen suddenly remembered something, and beckoned to an eunuch and said: "I pass on my imperial decree, entrusting the protection of Yuqing Taiyuan Immortal Immortal, and I am fortunate enough to come back from death. Immediately establish the concept of longevity as the state religion, especially Tell the world!"

The two were talking, unaware that there was another person in Funing Palace.

It was Zhang Yuqing who was hidden.

He looked at Zhao Zhen and nodded with satisfaction.

It is not in vain that he expended so much mana to create such a huge situation, especially to confuse Zhao Zhen who was in a coma with the magic spell, and let him experience a full 4D immersive No.1 perspective movie.

Zhao Zhen, who was fascinated by God, walked through the plot of hundreds of officials praying to the immortals almost exactly the whole time, and the immortals did it to call back his soul.

(End of this chapter)