Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 84 Sensation
Zhao Huirou's beautiful eyes looked forward, and her delicate hands subconsciously grasped her dress tightly, and a sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

'Immortal Sect's drama, can... see that person again? '

Pictures began to appear on the huge water curtain, and the whispers in the venue gradually fell silent.

The brand-new real picture made everyone gasp, especially some officials who had never witnessed the mystery of this "fairy mirror" were particularly surprised.

Although they had looked at the huge portrait of Yang Huaiyu in the fairy mirror on the Vermilion Bird Gate yesterday, it was just a still image that didn't move.

However, at this moment, seeing the lifelike and desolate scenery of the city in the 'Fairy Mirror', they felt that their three views were about to crack.

"This situation and this scene can only be compared with the mirage recorded in ancient books."

Some officials were amazed and admired.

"Yes, there is a secretary in the Sui and Tang Dynasties who said that a wealthy businessman surnamed Wang went out to sea in Dengzhou and met a fairy. He saw a mirage and reunited with his wife and children who were far away across the ocean. After seeing him haggard, he returned home. He really knew each other."

Discussing here, but when the appearance of thousands of demons and monsters appeared, all the officials were shocked, just like the common people in the daytime, and they almost couldn't hold back and ran for their lives.

Zhao Zhen's heart also tightened, and he hurriedly protected Empress Cao and Zhao Huirou on one side.

But seeing Yang Wenguang stop the tense imperial guards, clasped his fists and explained: "Your Majesty, don't be alarmed, this is the image of Taoist absorbing a ray of demonic breath, and it has no power to hurt anyone."

Then everyone patted their chests and continued to watch.

Shi Difu finally appeared on the stage, and all the officials watched curiously that Yang Huaiyu, the youngest son of the Yang family who had been familiar with before, turned into a sick child, and was beaten up for his bravery.

Cai Mao looked embarrassed, and instructed his subordinates: "Look up those gangs and see which one is looking for death, and dare to provoke Daozi's anger."

He thinks this plot is implying that he, the prefect of Kaifeng, did not do well, which led to chaos in the world and rampant thieves.

There were also people who looked at him strangely and thought, "Didn't you say that Cai Mao and the Longevity Sect are very close?"Why did you make a special trip to play this one? '

The story of the movie gradually progressed, and all the officials were gradually immersed in it.

They gradually forgot that the person in the "Fairy Mirror" was Yang Huaiyu, but they actually regarded him as Shi Difu, a native of Bianliang in the Song Dynasty.

'It's him! '

As soon as the young Taoist appeared on the stage, Zhao Huirou's heart was slightly shocked.

At the same time, her delicate body trembled for a moment due to excessive tension, which made Empress Cao on one side unable to help but turn her head and glance at her.

Empress Cao first looked at the handsome Taoist who was smiling on the screen, and then at the eldest princess beside her, and could not help but slightly grasp the armrest with her five fingers.

"Huirou, I'm afraid..."

Bitterness arose in her heart, and she finally decided to find a chance to have an open and honest talk with Zhao Huirou.

Although she is not Zhao Huirou's biological mother, she brought her up since she was a child, and she has already cultivated a strong blood relationship.

And Zhao Huirou also called her mother, and when she saw her biological mother, she could only call her sister.

In terms of emotion and reason, she couldn't bear to see Zhao Huirou really sink into it.

Immortals are different, that Daoist doesn't look like a good friend.

After all, even Zhao Huirou's father, His Royal Highness, could hardly impress that Highness Daozi.

Although they are nobles of the heavenly family, it is difficult for them to impose their will on the body of an immortal.

Unless Zhao Huirou is also successful in cultivation, I am afraid that the two sides will only have the fate of a lifetime.

However, the road to cultivating the Tao is long and difficult.

Both she and Zhao Zhen practiced Taoism for the first time. After so long, they couldn't even step through the threshold.

It seems that just like what the Taoist said, mortals are inferior in aptitude, and without the blessings of the immortals, there is no chance of attaining enlightenment at all.

However, this preaching is extremely metaphysical, relying on one mind.

Over the past few days, she has tried her best to read all the classics and scriptures of the Longevity Sect, and sent people to the nearby counties to find ordinary people who have never heard of the deeds of the immortal, so that she can teach them specially.

In this way, it has still been a long time since the gods responded and bestowed blessings.

As far as she knew, Zhao Zhen and most of the dignitaries did this, but the results were extremely limited.

It seems that the immortal can really distinguish who is a sincere and devout believer, and who is a fisherman in troubled waters with the mind of preaching.

There have been quite a few "enlightenment" level believers among the people, and each of them said that their muscles and bones have become stronger, and they have even rejuvenated.

However, the efforts of these dignitaries failed without exception.

Although the number of captured mortals met the limit of a hundred people, their belief in the Immortal Venerable was too limited.

After all, none of these people had ever seen the Immortal Venerable appear with their own eyes. Unlike the people in Bianliang City, it was easy for them to have faith in the Immortal Venerable.

However, most of the people in Bianliang City are devout believers of the Immortal Venerable, and preaching to them will not be able to accumulate any merit.

This is a proven fact.

The current situation, therefore, has become a paradox.

The way for the rich and powerful to rely on the power in their hands to quickly advance seems to be blocked. The only one who has achieved success is the Yang family who has joined the Longevity Sect with their entire family.

But what kind of benefits they got, but it has not been revealed to others for a long time.

All I know is that the youngest son of the Yang family starred in a play, and the relationship between the Yang family and the Immortal Sect has become closer.

They were more concerned about whether Old Madam Mu had prolonged her life, whether Yang Huaiyu had learned the magic of immortality, and how far Yang Wenguang had practiced the health-preserving tactic. They didn't know anything about these important information.

That old Mrs. Mu is a sophisticated person, no matter who turns around and asks for relevant information, she will cover it up quietly.

Thinking of this, Empress Cao sighed slightly, and Zhao Yuanyan, who had been nagging recently, appeared in her mind.

'Perhaps, if the emperor's uncle successfully communicated with the immortal, our generation's smooth road to immortal cultivation will really start. '

Reminiscent of the recent cold treatment of Daozi by the rich and powerful in Bianliang City, Empress Cao couldn't help but shudder.

If this Taoist knew about what he and others were plotting, I'm afraid there would be a catastrophe in an instant.

It's a pity that she is not the only one who can decide on this matter, even this official who has been kept in the dark can't stop this multi-party power in the court.

Although Daozi is favored by the immortals, what he represents are the tens of thousands of people of the Song Dynasty!
Which is more important, the Immortal Venerable will make a decision!
As a mother, all she can do is to prevent Huirou from sinking further into this whirlpool.

……

Compared with the common people in the middle class and the lower class, the officials' attention focused on those strange mechanical structures.

"What is this, so ingenious?"

"This is a water-powered printing machine. I heard that the popular 'newspaper' in the city is printed with this thing. Otherwise, if you hire people to print the huge daily thousands of copies, I am afraid that at least dozens of people will be enough. "

"That's right. I heard that the Changsheng Sect sent people to build dozens of these printing machines. They were deployed near the surrounding rivers, and they were strictly guarded to print classics day and night."

The official of the Engineering Bureau said: "I asked the craftsmen under me, and they said that this is the inspiration that Daozi got from the utensils in the fairy world. In the fairy world, everyone uses this kind of utensils."

"It is indeed a novel method. If our country's Zijian can use this type of hydraulic printing machine, it will greatly alleviate the shortage of manpower!"

Guozijian is the official institution in charge of printing all kinds of books of classics and history collections in the Northern Song Dynasty. It has a group of officials and craftsmen who are responsible for collation, transcription, engraving, printing and plate making.

Guozijian Jijiu is an old man in his 60s and [-]s. His old eyes are dazed and absent-minded watching the plot, but his eyes light up when he sees the hydraulic printing machine.

Immediately, he ordered Dr. Guozi and Guozi Jiancheng next to him to record the matter, and in a few days he would submit a memorial to ask the government to send a group of craftsmen from the Industry and Manufacturing Bureau to improve his old printing office.

Everyone has different focuses, but without exception, they have all changed their attitudes towards this so-called 'vulgar' drama from the very beginning.

They found that this kind of drama, which does not stick to the form of expression, and the dialogue of the characters is indistinguishable from reality, has a unique "sense of reality".

It was as if all of this was something that actually happened and was recorded.

Moreover, many of them put themselves into the role of the protagonist when the plot appeared at a certain moment, feeling the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the people in the play.

This unique feeling is an experience that cannot be brought to them by any art products in the past.

Confucian classics, history books, sages' words and righteousness, storybook stories, Liyuan opera...

Even going to the Jiaofang Division has never been so immersed.

It was as if he had become the Shi Difu who had been alone against demons for twelve years, flying into the sky and escaping from the earth with the Yanyue Saber in his hand, and played a vital role in the recuperation of the human race.

The plot finally came to an end.

Zhao Huirou stared blankly at the woman flying into Shi Difu's arms, her eyes warmed unconsciously.

Among the many officials who came with their families, the old and the weak, women and children also covered their faces and wept.

Only a few stubborn old people blushed and pointed at the screen and said, "This, what a shame! It's unreasonable to hug each other in broad daylight!"

But people didn't bother to pay attention to him, they were still reminiscing about this wonderful life.

From time to time, some people clapped their hands and laughed and praised, thinking that this play is far superior to all previous operas in some respects.

The military officers gathered together, holding Di Yong, who played a supporting role in the play like the stars, and praised him for his fearlessness in the face of monsters, he really deserves to be the seed of a prime minister!
Di Yong was dressed in a black robe with Chinese patterns, with a rather long figure and handsome features.

That's why I was able to play an important supporting role with lines.

His jaw was as sharp as a marble sculpture, calm and sharp when he was not speaking, and made all his uncles laugh when he spoke.

"Don't laugh at me! I think that when I first saw the demon rushing towards me, my legs were so weak that I almost fell to my knees!"

Di Yong speaks a strong dialect. Since Di Qing joined the army when he was young, he hung out on the streets and has not received a systematic education, so his education level is not very high.

Di Qing's narrow Danfeng eyes glanced at his proud son, and coughed lightly in his throat.

All the generals and Di Yong fell silent.

"Daddy." Di Yong clasped his fists and asked, "Do you have any orders?"

"You actually lost to the Yang family boy, it's embarrassing to your father and me!"

Di Qing let out a long snort, glanced at Yang Wenguang, who was accompanying the official's house with a smile on his face in Mingyue Tower, and walked away.

Di Yong's smile froze, and he complained in his heart: "It's not that you old man didn't know how to get in touch with Tao Zi earlier, otherwise Huaiyu couldn't compete with me!" '

The military officer on the side laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't feel sorry for yourself, the prime minister is actually very happy in his heart, you guys can see it!"

The remaining few good military officers all laughed and nodded.

Di Yong scratched his head shyly and smiled, cupping his fists one by one in salute.

At this time, he hadn't expected that he, Yang Huaiyu, and other supporting actors who played a lot of roles would become famous in Bianliang City.

Women and children from various families, pretty girls from all walks of life, women from ancient times down to those with pigtails would be so fanatical in their pursuit of them, and they would paint the scene of everyone shirtless as a picture and spread it privately.

Quite a number of ladies from the official family were thinking deeply about marrying his family, and even became ill because of their longing. They insisted on begging their father and brother to ask Di Yong and Yang Huaiyu to see her in person to get better!
……

In just a few days, the residents of the entire Bianliang City stopped talking about other things after dinner.

Everyone's chats revolve around the drama of The Legend of the Immortal, no matter what class you are, those who have not watched this drama will quickly lose common topics with the people around them.

Even the envoys from various countries lined up to buy tickets in a hurry, and experienced the strange drama of the Shangguo Xianjiao in the Song Dynasty.

Everyone who watched this play was dumbfounded, thinking that they seemed to have experienced a dream.

Many business-minded people began to imitate the surroundings according to Steven's dress in the play.

The reduced version of the Qinglong Yanyue wooden knife is in short supply, and every household is scrambling to buy it, thinking that hanging this thing can keep the house safe.

Cloth Zhuang customized cloth with special patterns according to Shi Difu's robes, and many mothers tore new cloth back to make new clothes for their children.

The children on the street were all dressed in navy blue Taoist robes full of Longevity Sect spells, combed in a bun, holding wooden Qinglong Yanyue knives, and shouted: "The demons go away!"

"It's your turn to play the monster. I have been shot by you eighteen times since yesterday afternoon. This time I want to play Steven!"

"Hey! A mere demon, dare to pretend to be my descendant Shi Difu. My master is a Daoist in the world. The immortal gave me the immortal law. He spent nine days on the moon and became a soldier before he got the fairy sword in his hand. He died. Bar!"

The explosion of the drama made the farmers in the countryside around Bianliang hear about the deeds of the Longevity Sect. Many people sneaked into the woods and took a few glances at the magical water curtain and the screen.

Yang Wenguang once sent someone to report the news to Zhang Yuqing, and asked if he wanted to drive away the farmers hiding in the forest, but he got a negative answer.

Anyway, the aura needed to activate the magic circle will not change due to the increase in the number of people, so let them watch if they want to.

If possible, he wished that everyone in the world would come to watch this drama, and obediently convert their beliefs.

It's a pity that there is an upper limit to the size of the water curtain that can be transformed by the magic circle. Ten thousand spectators is the limit. People who are far away can hardly hear the lines in the play, and can only guess what they said through their lips.

People who are willing to peek in the woods are potential believers, and they won't lose a lot of money by letting them watch. Zhang Yuqing has never thought of making money by selling tickets.

After all, he doesn't have time to go to Donghuangfang City to exchange gold for spirit stones, he is busy presiding over the construction of the academy.

Since there is no special requirement for the overall shape, and a large amount of wood that has been aged for more than three years is used regardless of the cost, the academy has taken shape in just over a month.

The next step is to recruit students.

(End of this chapter)