Putting aside the matter of ginseng, Feng Feng mentioned the ‘fake national preceptor’ in the palace.
“Now that Wushang is gone, what will happen to the puppet master in the palace?”
Qin Liuxi said: "That is the national preceptor."
Feng Tong frowned and immediately understood what she meant, saying, "Do you want him to replace you?"
“What’s not to do?”
"No, there is a lot of resentment towards the Imperial Preceptor among the people now. If a puppet takes over, the infamy will come back to you." Feng Tong disagreed and said: "Besides, if the Imperial Preceptor is here, he must be controlled, and He is directly connected with the saint. Does this mean that you are taking the place of the Supreme Being and intervening in mortal affairs as a Taoist? What if this is another backlash..."
Qin Liuxi shook his head: "Then don't get a bad name, but have a good name. Before I kidnapped Wushang, I asked him to suspend the construction of the Immortal Palace and encourage the saints to work together to relieve the disaster. Isn't this a good thing?"
Hence silence.
"Now the saint is obsessed with the art of refining elixirs for immortality. If the imperial master disappears now, he will only find another imperial master." Qin Liuxi said calmly: "The former supreme master, after all, learned from Zhang Tianshi and made real elixirs. , although he will not live forever, he will not die after eating it. If it were another national master, who knows what he would refine? A truly evil alchemist, in order to refine elixirs, would do all kinds of evil, and even take away newborn babies. It’s my heart’s content.”
Everyone's expressions changed slightly after hearing this.
Little Ginseng said: "What kind of elixir does a newborn child need to make and use your heart's blood? It's too cruel!"
“Blood is used as medicine, and there are all kinds of elixirs, including the blood of newborn children, the blood of virgins, some beauty elixirs, and some people use the blood of virgin beauties, and even corpse oil into elixirs..."
The faces of Little Ginseng and Teng Zhao turned pale, their stomachs tumbled, and the corpse oil was in their elixirs. How could they eat this?
“Who else dares to eat corpse oil?” Little Ginseng asked with a white face, it was too disgusting.
Qin Liuxi grinned and said, "If you don't tell me, who knows what kind of medicinal materials are in it? Even if you eat it, you won't know."
Stop laughing, this smile can be called the devil’s smile, it’s extremely scary.
vomit.
Small ginseng made a queasy vomiting motion.
Teng Zhao pinched the tiger's mouth and said, "Is this kind of elixir really effective?"
"It depends on how to match it, but it is useful, but the backlash will be huge." Qin Liuxi's eyes were filled with coldness, and he said: "Anyone who uses such things to make elixirs and medicines will inevitably take human lives. Who wouldn't complain about this? This resentment will follow the elixir."
Multi -line unjust must be self -proclaimed, not just talking about this.
"Okay, okay, what are you trying to do by scaring them? It's too far-fetched!" Feng You ended the topic.
Qin Liuxi coughed slightly and said: "So instead of letting the saint find some kind of national master outside to come back and work hard, it is better to leave the puppet there. At least he wants elixirs and gives them to health. Our puppet at least You won't ask for the construction of a palace of longevity to harm the people, right?"
"Let me remind you that the Palace of Eternal Life is a spiritual palace built by the saint for himself." Feng Tong looked at her and said: "It's not that the national master said he wouldn't cultivate it, he would definitely not cultivate it. If he wants to live forever, of course he has to build it. Isn't it a fairy palace in the sky that only an immortal like him can live there and cultivate immortality?"
Qin Liuxi: "Then let's give him some cover. If something goes wrong during the construction, let's see if he dares."
"Then it's the same as harming him. The one who is going to be struck by lightning is still the Human Emperor. He must be so afraid of this thunder that his arms are thick!" Feng You said with schadenfreude. Qin Liuxi was very angry: "How dare it! It protected this guy like this, why didn't it kill Si Luo first? Si Luo crawled back from Jiuyou and did whatever he wanted, but he turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye. What the hell? Is Si Luo his son of a bitch? If I stumble a bit, he will chop me, and then everyone will stop playing!"
Qin Liuxi looked at Feng You and shouted: "Shut up! This puppet is in the palace first. Otherwise, the saint will be angry if the imperial master is missing. Now that the snow disaster has not been resolved, it is our fault to cause turmoil again."
After all, it was they who did it that the real Imperial Master was reduced to ashes!
Seeing that she had made up her mind, Feng Tong spread his hands and asked her to say whatever she wanted.
…
It was a coincidence that Qin Liuxi asked the puppet to tell the saint to suspend the construction of the palace and provide all-out disaster relief.
Emperor Kangwu had great trust in the Imperial Preceptor. After first hearing that he asked the gods, he realized that Xuexia kept causing disasters. It was because the construction of the palace was untimely and caused divine punishment. He had to stop and provide disaster relief, otherwise there would be even greater disasters. .
Emperor Kangwu wanted to live forever, but he also didn’t want to get a bad reputation. If disasters really happened one after another and he was forced to write a letter of guilt, would he still be shameless?
Because the Imperial Preceptor said so, he immediately summoned a key group of courtiers to hold a small court meeting, suspending the construction of the palace to provide disaster relief.
As a result, my dear, with this order, the snow that lasted for half a month stopped.
The Imperial Master pretended to be pleased and sincerely came to praise him again, saying that the saint's love for the people reached up to heaven and moved heaven, and the snow stopped. He praised Emperor Kangwu so much that his face was filled with joy, and warned him again. The Ministry of Household Affairs must discuss a disaster relief agenda as soon as possible.
After leaving the palace, several important ministers looked at each other with confused expressions when they heard the saint's laughter.
“It is said that the magic stick’s mouth can tell the truth, and it is indeed true. Look at the saint who is so coaxed, he must give him what he wants.”
“No matter what, he finally did something appropriate.”
Mr. Yu glanced at the man, put his hands in the sleeves of the cage, walked to the Prime Minister, and walked out of the palace with him, saying at the same time: "Master Prime Minister, do you think this Imperial Master is a little weird?"
Just now he looked at the Imperial Master, he was still the same person, but what he did and said made people feel as if he had changed his skin. He didn't look at him like before and wanted to tear him apart. How strange!
With the snow falling for half a month, news kept coming that there was a disaster somewhere, people's houses were crushed, and how many people were killed or injured. Naturally, there was a clamor from the government to send people to provide disaster relief. But there are also people who say that there is insufficient money in the household department, that the Immortal Palace has not been completed, and that money is being used everywhere at the end of the year. There are all kinds of nonsense, and the saint has not passed down the decree to provide disaster relief with all his strength.
In his heart, nothing is more important than the Palace of Eternal Life!
Seeing that the snow keeps falling, more and more victims are coming to the capital, and there is more and more bad news. They are all preparing to put all-out disaster relief on the agenda at the Great Court Meeting. If the saint refuses, someone will have to give blood to remonstrate. of.
Before they could say anything about the result, the sage, because of the words of the national preceptor, issued an order to send imperial envoys to various places to provide relief.
The words of these ministers are not as effective as a Taoist's words, which makes people feel angry and aggrieved, but no matter what, it is good that the saint is willing to provide disaster relief. After all, the Chinese New Year is less than a month away, and the victims cannot be allowed to continue. You can't even eat it if it's so hot in your mouth, right?
And the most amazing thing is that after this decree, the snow stopped not long after.
Is it really a divine punishment?
"It doesn't matter if it's weird or not, just do the human affairs." Prime Minister Lin put his hands in his sleeves and sighed: "It's hard to help with this disaster. Walk two steps quickly, otherwise you won't be able to walk for a while."
Before Mr. Yu could say anything, Mr. Qian, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and his new left minister Cui Shixue, caught up with him. He cried out as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master, Mr. Yu, how can we provide relief for this disaster? We, the Ministry of Revenue, have no money in our pockets. , you can’t ignore it!”
Mr. Yu: “…”
It seems that my old legs are not flexible. I heard that the path has grown back. Should I ask her for a few plasters to apply them so that I can walk faster no matter what? (End of chapter)