Fu Shifeng

Chapter 324: Feeding on each other

In the dark Tai Chi Palace, candlelight shone brightly throughout the hall, and the sound of dancing and music still continued. Feng Yuanyi, whose eyes were blue, even felt that the saint might be as he was praised, and that he was an immortal from heaven who descended to earth.

Due to the shady barrier, there is no change of day and night in the Tai Chi Palace. It depends entirely on the timing and timing to know that ten days have passed.

After ten consecutive days without a steady rest, even though Feng Yuanyi was as skilled in martial arts, he still felt exhausted and exhausted. His heart was restless and uncontrollable, and he even lost several hairs.

When the shady barrier rose, there was a real panic in the Taiji Palace. Fortunately, a saint came forward to stabilize the overall situation. While letting Feng Yuan and his team investigate the situation, he continued to host the banquet, allowing the civil and military officials, princes, and grandsons to place their thoughts elsewhere. .

However, it was only later that we learned that the entire Tai Chi Palace was shrouded in a shady barrier. Even if the tunnel was secretly dug, it was still blocked by the shady barrier. Even if you dug three feet into the ground, you could not find a way out.

The saint held a banquet and gathered together, which seemed relaxed and freehand, but there were many experts guarding the palace to prevent any unexpected events. After the shady barrier was completely sealed, Feng Yuanyi immediately led these masters to try to break the shady barrier, but naturally there was no progress.

After many days, everyone had to admit that this shady barrier could not be broken by the people in Tai Chi Palace alone, and they could only place their hope on the outside world.

But when he thought of this, Feng Yuanyi felt so confused that he became restless when he was alone. He couldn't imagine how chaotic the outside world would be.

There was a brisk and exciting sound of pipa in his ears, which made Feng Yuanyi feel refreshed. He raised his eyes and saw that the saint was sitting cross-legged on the mat, strumming the strings quickly. In the Liangyi Hall, all the nobles, ministers and officials were also I was also infected and felt depressed.

After the song was played, the saint looked around at the crowd. His black beard and hair were still neatly trimmed, and his complexion did not change at all. He smiled calmly and said: "In the past, Taizu fought fiercely in Luoyang, crossed Heyang to the north to stop the powerful enemy, and marched on the battlefield in one day. In the twenty-seventh round, six horses were killed in a row, their armors were all red, and their sleeves were stained with blood. On the Yellow River, the corpses of the enemy and ourselves were drifting with the waves. The military musicians were greatly shocked when they saw this, and compiled this " "Hong Bo Dang Jia".

The saint's tone was extremely contagious. Everyone present seemed to be on the Heyang battlefield, witnessing how Emperor Taizu led his army to defeat the enemy, and finally established the Daxia Kingdom Zuo in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Everyone could not help but feel excited and applauded.

Even an official who was good at painting stood up on the spot and volunteered: "Sage, I kindly ask you to make a painting for this to honor my great martial arts!"

"Okay! Come here, grind ink and hold a lamp!" The saint laughed loudly, and Feng Yuanyi immediately asked his eunuch to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Now everyone is trapped in Tai Chi Palace, with nothing to do. If they are left alone, big trouble will inevitably arise.

Fortunately, the saint understood this principle well and took advantage of the opportunity to display his talent and knowledge. He discussed poetry, music and art with civil servants, practiced bows and swords with military commanders, and even asked the magicians in the palace to use elixir as lighting to play several games of polo. The entertainment makes everyone forget the plight of being in the shady world.

Feng Yuanyi had to lament that in this desperate situation, perhaps only a saint could calm everyone's minds.

While he was painting and playing music, the lunches distributed to everyone were also served one after another. Feng Yuanyi inspected it personally and saw that the porridge in the bowl was much thinner than yesterday, so he immediately shouted:

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you that the porridge must be thick? How can you satisfy your hunger with a bowl like this?"

The eunuch who came to deliver the meal from the opposite side lowered his head and said, "I don't know, but this is what I took out from the imperial kitchen."

Feng Yuanyi had a bad premonition in his heart, so he quickly rushed to the imperial kitchen with his people. He immediately found the eunuch and chef in charge of the Shangshi Bureau, and asked sternly: "Why is the porridge so thin today? Even the pancakes have become thin! If you don’t want to live, I can help you!”

Several people in the Shangshi Bureau trembled and knelt down and replied: "Eunuch Feng, please forgive me! This is the only rice and noodles sent from Taicang today, and the slaves have done their best!"

Feng Yuanyi did not hesitate when he heard this and immediately rushed to Taicang, northwest of Taiji Palace.

There are actually two Taicangs in Chang'an City. One is located on Changlepo, nine miles east of the city. It stores grain and cloth transferred from the east of Tongguan. It is called the East Wei Bridge Taicang. When the saint moved to Lishan, all expenses were transferred from there. Warehouse retrieval.

The other place in Taicang is northwest of the Taiji Palace Forbidden Garden. Its purpose follows the old practice of the previous dynasty, providing meals for the emperor's six palaces and rice for all officials. However, since the beginning of this dynasty, the population of Chang'an has gradually become denser, and there is often a risk of shortage of grain in the government's inventory, so they have to go to Luoyang, the eastern capital where transportation of grain is more convenient.

That is to say, today's saints have made a clear decision, appointed Lu Yan as their prime minister, and made great efforts in equalizing transportation and transportation, making Chang'an increasingly abundant in food, and saints and officials no longer have to go east for food.

Feng Yuan rushed outside the gate of Cang City angrily. In order to prevent someone from taking advantage of the chaos to snatch food, General Long Wu had already deployed strict defenses here. After entering, Feng Yuanyi directly called Chu Zhongcheng, who was in charge of Taicang for the time being. Cursed:

"Why did you allocate less rice and noodles to the Shangshi Bureau? Is it because you think it's not enough trouble?"

Chu Zhongcheng's face was gloomy: "I can only give so much, otherwise something will happen!"

"What do you mean by this?" Feng Yuanyi had sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"follow me."

Chu Zhongcheng led Feng Yuanyi deep into the Cang City. Large warehouses like fortresses stood here. He pushed open one of the warehouse doors at will. Inside, there was a huge pit dug deep into the ground. It was baked by flames and looked like pottery. The walls of the pit ensure that the grain is protected from moisture.

However, there was only a shallow layer of rice in the huge pit, and it had not been pounded to remove the shells. The amount was so small that Feng Yuanyi felt dizzy.

"How come there are so few? Where are the other warehouses?" Feng Yuanyi asked in a hissing voice.

"It's not even half a pit." Chu Zhongcheng said.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..." Feng Yuanyi felt an indescribable terror covering his whole body.

Nowadays, in the Taiji Palace, in addition to the saints and concubines, the princes and grandsons, civil and military officials, the Beiya Forbidden Army, and tens of thousands of eunuchs and palace ladies, only these people can support the palace's splendid momentum. Come.

Tens of thousands of people eating, drinking, and sleeping are already extremely burdensome, but now we know that Taicang's food reserves are so scarce. If we can't break through the black screen barrier before the food reserves are exhausted, wouldn't the result be...

Feng Yuanyi couldn't imagine that kind of scene, so he could only ask almost hysterically: "Why is the food stored in Taicang so scarce? In our great summer, the world is peaceful and the people are prosperous. How can we still let the saints starve?!"

"The saint is not in the Taiji Palace at all on weekdays, and Taicang is naturally neglected." Chu Zhongcheng sighed and said: "What's more, since the Lu Prime Minister took over, there are mountains of grain, cloth and silk transferred to Chang'an from Guandong by land and water. We can collect them when needed. Never have to worry about it.”

Feng Yuanyi almost went crazy. He could never have imagined that today's disaster was caused by being too wealthy.

"You have known for a long time that Taicang's grain storage is insufficient, why did you hide it and not report it?!" Feng Yuanyi's eyes turned red.

In the past few days, Chu Zhongcheng had also been driven into a frenzy by the darkness and the scarcity of food. He ignored each other's respect for each other and retorted sternly: "How did I know that you couldn't break out of the seal after so many days? In order to show off, the saint set up a trap every day. Banquets and demands are excessive, no matter how capable I am, I can’t produce food!”

"How dare you disobey the traitor?!" Feng Yuanyi screamed.

"I have done my best to ensure that the saints and officials need what they need!" Chu Zhongcheng raised his hand and pointed away: "Go and ask those palace ladies yourself, they have begun to starve. I don't mind starving them to death, but you Think about it, what will those Imperial Guard soldiers wearing armor and carrying knives start to starve?!"

"You, you..." Feng Yuanyi was furious, pointing at Chu Zhongcheng and scolding: "Don't think I don't know, you used to instruct your adopted son to steal silk and silk from the palace treasury and lend them out!" Chu Zhongcheng was unwilling to accept it. Showing weakness: "You built a mill in the northwest outside the city, cut off the water flow, so that the people downstream had no water for farming, and ordered people to annex the fields. Do you think I don't know about this nonsense? And your Baoshou Temple, which enshrines a thousand coins for knocking At the end of the day, you took the opportunity to blackmail all the nobles in the city, but you are not very clean!"

"you wanna die!"

Feng Yuanyi was completely shattered by these words. He raised his hand in a loud voice and swept out the Gang Qi like a thread. Chu Zhongcheng was caught off guard and was cut into more than a dozen pieces by the sharp Gang Qi. Blood spurted all over the ground. Yes, it flows down the pit wall, dyeing the rice red.

……

As far as the eye can see, the glazed palace is filled with crystal splendor, but it doesn't look dazzling.

Changqing strolled slowly, and on the couch in front of him, he could see a woman wearing a colorful feather coat, with cyan hair, green eyebrows, red lips and snowy muscles. She was leaning on a table, sleeping with her eyes closed and pillowed on her arms, her clothes trailing on the ground, like a phoenix transformed into a human form.

Nowadays, Changqing's Taoist cultivation has made great progress, and he has been able to take out the soul and see all kinds of incredible scenes in the void Dharma Realm. This is also an indispensable level for advanced Taoism.

Therefore, unlike the short-term entrance in a trance in the past, this time Changqing was in a trance and felt Wu Xianzhan, and actually came to this glazed palace, determined to carefully explore the situation inside.

When Chang Qing came into contact with the Dancing Fairy Lamp for the first time, he felt that this thing was extraordinary. Later, even though this thing was presented to the palace, he was still able to come to this glazed palace in his dream by chance, and the woman in feather clothes even asked him for help.

Changqing always felt that he had some kind of subtle connection with this woman in feathers. Now that he has improved his cultivation, he can finally meet her in a trance.

Taking a few steps forward, the woman in feathers seemed to sense something. She slowly stood up and raised her eyes. A pair of starry eyes made people fall into it involuntarily and it was difficult to extricate themselves.

But Changqing just looked at her, and the sound of jade chimes immediately echoed in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, awakening the soul and making him look away.

"Very good." The woman in feathers said, "It seems that you have not neglected your Taoist career."

"You..." Changqing was a little surprised and bowed to ask: "Senior, may I ask for my immortal number? What is this place?"

"You can call me Miaoyu." The woman in feathers raised her hand and stroked her sleeves, brushing away the invisible dust: "This is Dongguang Xuanyuan, a cave where I am imprisoned."

"Imprisonment?" Changqing was puzzled. He guessed that Miaoyu should be the Immortal of the Upper Realm. He didn't know what kind of person could imprison her here.

Miao Yu looked up, but all she could see was the glazed dome, unable to see the outside skylight. She said with a slightly lonely tone: "I was supposed to go down to the lower world to assist the destined emperor in the world, but I didn't want to accept this destiny, so I was imprisoned in Xuanyuan. In this world. I never thought of going round and round, but in the end this was the only way to go."

Changqing was greatly shocked when he heard this, but his face remained as calm as possible, so he said: "In this case, should I take the dancing fairy lamp to Chang'an and offer it to the saint..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Changqing felt something was inappropriate. When I first heard that the master had stolen the dancing fairy lamp from the Chang'an Palace, and now he was sending it back, wouldn't he be throwing himself into a trap?

"No need." Miaoyu looked straight at Changqing.

"Oh..." Chang Qing responded. He felt that the other party's gaze was too direct, so he couldn't help but avoid it, and then asked: "Then how can I rescue the immortal?"

"You can find a peak where the earth's energy rises and connects to the sky, set up an altar and practice the Dharma, and open the gates of Xuanyuan with the pure and upright energy." Miao Yu said.

"The energy of the earth rises, connecting to the sky..." Chang Qing pondered for a moment: "Looking at the boundaries of Jiangnan, perhaps the most appropriate place is the Yuxiao Peak of Tiantai Mountain. I just don't know if the disciples of Shangqing Dao will allow me to set up an altar there to practice Dharma. ?”

Miaoyu kept staring at Changqing, and his penetrating gaze made him a little uncomfortable, so he asked: "Is it possible that this junior has arranged something improperly?"

"Haven't you ever thought that after rescuing me, I would just leave?" Miao Yu looked indifferent.

Chang Qing was slightly startled: "This junior has indeed never thought about it, but since I know that the Supreme Immortal is trapped here and I can do my best, I will naturally save him. As for where the Supreme Immortal will go in the future, it is naturally not my responsibility to care about it."

Looking at Chang Qing's firm and sincere eyes, Miao Yu was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Well, since I can't avoid it, let me help you."

Changqing was a little confused. He always felt that Fairy Miaoyu was not talking about the same thing as him.

"Then please ask the Immortal to stay for a while, and I will leave for Tiantai Mountain as soon as possible."

After saying this, Changqing bowed, and his soul turned back to the house, and found himself in the Jing Room, with the crystal clear dancing fairy lamp in front of him, as always.

After adjusting the breath and completing the exercise, Changqing covered the dancing fairy lamp with a talisman to protect it from the prying eyes of ghosts and gods, then stood up and pushed the door open to leave the house.

The Jingshi is located in the blessed land behind Wulingzhuang. It was built separately after Changqing got married and was specially designed for the Qing Dynasty.

After getting married, Changqing began to help Mrs. He take care of the housework. She was really busy for a long time, and only recently did she have some free time.

"Qi Lang." Chu Wanjun was seen sitting upright on a bamboo mat not far away, protecting Chang Qing.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Changqing stepped forward and stretched out his hand, taking the initiative to help Chu Wanjun up, and the two held hands tightly.

"I might want to go to Tiantai Mountain in Taizhou." Changqing said.

"Four to five hundred miles away, it's not close." Chu Wanjun said in a naughty tone: "Liu Niang's belly is still big, so you just run around?"

"With my current level of cultivation, I can travel hundreds of miles in one day at a rapid pace." Chang Qing said: "Including the things I have to do, I can return in ten days without any delay. .”

"Then I'll go with you so that you can take care of me on the way." Chu Wanjun said.

Changqing nodded: "Then I'll go to the old lady to explain the situation, and ask Miss Afu to take care of me."

(End of this chapter)