Chapter 151 Immortality

He ran into the palace in despair.

The gate of the palace opened quietly, and an extremely strong medicinal fragrance wafted to my face. In an instant, my mind became refreshed, and my brain, which had been drowsy after traveling all night, immediately became clear.

Why did Yan You light such a strong refreshing incense in the palace?

I couldn't help but feel doubts in my heart, and the bad premonition was like waves hitting me.

As soon as I walked into the hall, the first thing I saw was the scattered memorials on the ground. The palace servants all around were silent as a mouse, standing respectfully in the hall. When I raised my eyes slightly, I saw a young man in a long robe, with half of his white jade-like chest exposed, sitting on a high platform.

The young emperor had jade horns on his head. He was holding his forehead with one hand and leaning over the desk with the other. His extremely handsome and gentle face looked gloomy under the heavy hostility. His eyes as sharp as swords swept over, and my heart suddenly tightened. I stood still, with the hair on my body standing on end, and a chill ran from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

He tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, only a few hoarse syllables came out from his dry voice.

Instead, the young emperor glanced at him and said, "Who let him in?"

He was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted: "Disciple..."

"presumptuous--"

"How dare you enter without notification!" Yan You shouted fiercely, his chest heaving violently, the blush burning from his face all the way up his chest, his angry roar made the palace servants in the hall kneel down in panic.

Cong Xin looked around in confusion: "Disciple? Why are you..."

"Shen Yu!"

The only response he got was a voice that sounded disgusted.

When he was caught by Chen Yu himself and taken to the prison cell of Jiantiansi, Cong Xin was still in shock for a long time. He didn't understand. He didn't understand what had happened at all. Everything took a sharp turn for the worse.

“…”

Shen Yu paused in his steps and turned his head. He saw the Taoist priest who had just been put into the cell by him tightly grasping his sleeve. He raised his head persistently and asked, "What's going on! What's going on!"

Chen Yu sighed helplessly and tried to reach out to separate Congxin's hand. He whispered, "Master Congxin, I want to know too."

"Bang--"

The cell door was closed, leaving Congxin standing there with eyes wide open, at a loss.

Chen Yu finally nodded to Cong Xin, turned around and strode away.

As if taking into consideration their past friendship, Chen Yuwei chose a relatively clean and tidy cell near the inside, with no other prisoners around the cell.

After this group of people left, the entire cell became extremely quiet.

He hurried back to the capital because his senior brothers and sisters informed him that the master and his apprentice had quarreled. His apprentice was furious and almost broke up with the master. The master left in anger and no one knew where he went. His apprentice also did not see anyone from the academy.

Cong Xin didn't know what had happened. Obviously, in the past, the master and his apprentice were as close as one person! What happened that caused such a big fight between them?

Moreover, facing the master's face, his disciple actually continued to yell and caused such a scene.

He grabbed his hair in distress and squatted into a ball.

"What's going on..."

His quiet complaints fell into the silent cell.

Shen Yu outside the cell sighed deeply again.

Daoist Master Congxin had been outside for too long and could no longer see the direction of the wind in the capital. He even didn’t understand the situation until His Majesty disliked him…

Chen Yu didn't dare to speculate in his heart, but at a time when the entire capital was undergoing drastic changes, a weak minion like him could easily disappear under the raging hurricane if he wasn't careful.

Your Majesty is sick, which is almost unprecedented in the thousands of years of the Qilin Dynasty. In the past, no matter how weak and sickly the emperors were before they ascended the throne, they would become strong and healthy under the protection of Qilin. However, Your Majesty's situation seems to be the first time.

This may be just a coincidence, but it may also be because your majesty's means of ascending to power were not glorious, which earned Qilin's resentment.

After all, the disease of wandering ghosts possessing people late at night has troubled His Majesty for three years now.

No……

Shen Yu denied.

Maybe longer, a much longer time, but it was not so obvious at the beginning, and not so difficult to control, until the situation became increasingly serious and out of control, and everything was revealed to the world.

Your Majesty is indeed the emperor of the Qilin Dynasty who has not seen any changes in a thousand years. However, change is always a sharp double-edged sword. Will it bring wealth or war? Perhaps both... Even the most brilliant strategists cannot predict it, let alone the people involved in the game?

Whether the reason why His Majesty had a falling out with the academy was because of the speculation in the capital that he was possessed by a ghost, or because of the fear of the ghostly scholars in the academy, or whether His Majesty had other plans in mind, Chen Yu didn't care and didn't intend to care.

The little guard in the imperial city clenched the knife in his hand. He only knew that all his glory was given by His Majesty, and all his ideals belonged to the emperor of change. He only needed to follow His Majesty's orders and keep moving forward!

***

The changes in the imperial city disappeared silently into the shadows.

"There are more and more Taoist priests." Gu Dingbang leaned against the window of the inn and frowned, "Why are all the Taoist priests flocking here recently? And why are they all here? Doesn't the Heavenly Supervisor do anything?"

It seemed that this incident happened just after they entered the capital. The number of Taoists almost exploded. In the past, there were few Taoists passing by, but now you can see one every few streets.

The question is, why did Taoists appear in groups in the capital of Zhongzhou? Could it be that there was some Taoist ceremony to discuss the Tao?

Gu Dingbang knew very little about Taoists. He only knew that they were from a famous and upright sect. Although not world-famous, they were still quite prestigious. The Taoist who left the deepest impression on him was the current Emperor of Zhongzhou's direct disciple, Imperial Master Congxin. Although Congxin was a Taoist, he did not seem to be close to Taoism. It was said that he joined the academy halfway, and from then on he was a member of the academy both in life and death.

"Could it be an instruction from above?" Shi Yuan suddenly said, "Their Taoism is the same as Buddhism."

"The same as Buddhism?" Gu Dingbang didn't understand these obscure words and repeated it with a frown. The few magic skills he learned came from a wanderer in the world. He could be regarded as a "casual cultivator" among the mysterious people. He knew nothing about the common sense that he should know.

"There is an unnamed Buddha in Buddhism, and an unnamed Taoist master in Taoism. Both of them are sects that were passed down thousands of years ago, and they have a great foundation. It is said that they can even perform rituals to sculpt the body and communicate with the gods from outer space. The ritual of Buddhism is to sculpt one golden body after another, but few people know about the ritual of Taoism, and even I don't know much about it."

Shi Yuan said with some regret.

Gu Dingbang looked at Shi Yuan with admiration. He was indeed a man who could kill a big ghost in an instant with one blow. He knew everything.

Shi Yuan frowned, holding the long stick tightly in his arms: "The current leader of the Taoist sect is a white-bearded Taoist priest, known to the world as the Old Heavenly Master. He has a long life and his magic is universal, but he is unable to gather so many Taoist priests scattered all over the country together in the capital of Zhongzhou."

Shi Yuan paused, a shadow covering his face: "Yes, it was Him, He must have spoken."

"Who?" Gu Dingbang was still asking stupidly. Liuwei laughed softly, "Who else could it be? Sister Yuan is talking about the only boss of the Dao Sect, Daozu?"

Gu Dingbang's eyes widened: "This is really... a troubled time."

His heart was beating fast, as if something bad was about to happen.

Below the window, the streets of Zhongzhou capital were still bustling with people, like an endless river. The evening breeze blew up the fallen leaves from the tree branches and brushed them against the face of the monk wearing a straw hat. Jikong lowered the brim of his hat, holding a staff in his hand, and avoided into the alleys of Zhongzhou capital.

He came out of the Jiantian Division and wanted to look for Liuwei's family, but when he arrived at the city gate, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know where they were. Jikong searched for a long time in the city, but this was the capital of Zhongzhou, so big that it made him, a stranger, feel timid. But Zhongzhou was also very small, and there was only one acre and three mu of land in front of the Jiantian Division's office. So he was silent for a long time and finally gave up.

It was obvious that his mission had lost its target, and there was no trace of those wanted men.

Jikong no longer understood what to do. He kept looking left and right, but ended up with nothing.

Buddhist disciples are required to recite Buddhist scriptures silently every morning when they wake up, and Jikong is no exception. However, as a saint of Buddhism, he has never listened to the Buddha's teachings.

The master and uncles were not ashamed of this, but Jikong always fell into unprecedented panic because of it.

He was just a homeless child when he was young, and was taken in by his master and uncle into the Buddhist temple, where he was given a place to sleep. Perhaps it was the wanderings in his childhood that left a deep mark in his heart. He always felt that he was like a duckweed floating in the wind, which could be carried away by the current at any time.

Even if he exhausted all his strength to become the Holy Son of Buddhism, even if he was extremely powerful, he would no longer be a child shivering in the cold wind.

The reason why he was able to enter Buddhism back then was because his heart was empty and he had a connection with Buddha.

His desires and obsessions expanded step by step as he grew up. From having a bed to sleep in, to having enough food and clothing, to having close friends and relatives, and finally to gaining recognition from his teachers, his desires were like an uncontrollable torrent that broke down the dam in his heart.

But the Holy Son of Buddhism is now so obsessed that he regards everything as false.

Jikong studied Buddhist scriptures day and night to find the reason, but Buddha never responded to him. His soul gradually suffocated as his obsession became heavier.

"Buddha, what should I do now?"

Jikong stood there muttering to himself.

As always, there doesn't seem to be an answer.

***

The news about the miraculous doctor from Nanzhou finally reached Zhongzhou.

Perhaps the caravans that were blocked in Songcheng, Nanzhou, began to move and scatter everywhere. The miraculous doctor "Zhang Yuan" who appeared in the ghost plague in Songcheng finally came into the eyes of the world.

The big boss that Liuwei had been waiting for for a long time finally sent someone to invite him.

The one who took the lead in inviting people was the boss of the caravan, who was dressed in gorgeous robes and followed by a number of guards, but his manner when he walked into the inn to look for people could be considered polite.

Gu Dingbang went over to greet him with a smile.

Shi Yuan pushed Liu Wei and walked behind. Zhang Yu stayed in the room and was secretly looking out from the gap in the railing on the second floor. He had already started to grow like a teenager.

When the caravan boss saw Liu Wei, his expression softened a little.

He brought a rather low-key carriage and only took Gu Dingbang and Liu Wei away. The two were blindfolded and invited into the carriage.

The carriage twisted left and right in the capital of Zhongzhou and galloped on the main roads in the capital. If the roads had not been repaired in recent years, this drifting trick would not have been possible.

Finally, they came to a mansion.

Gu Dingbang followed the person leading the way in front of him thoughtfully.

So troublesome? There are so many procedures. Obviously, they are meeting a big shot.

Gu Dingbang's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head to try to find where Liuwei was. Fortunately, he needed to use a wheelchair to travel, and although the sound of the wheelchair pressing on the stone slab was not loud, it was enough for Gu Dingbang to judge Liuwei's movements.

Even an ordinary person like Gu Dingbang who is not considered smart can understand that such complexity will only bring about a bigger vortex. What should they do?

Gu Dingbang felt a little annoyed. Perhaps he shouldn't have listened to Liuwei's suggestion and agreed to do this trivial thing with him. He should have just pretended not to know how to refuse. Even if he was targeted, the worst that could happen was that they could bring Jikong back as a bodyguard. If that didn't work, they were not without legs.

Liuwei's legs and feet are not in good condition, can't he just carry him and run?

Refuse, they must refuse, there must be something bad behind this!

Gu Dingbang forced himself to suppress his anxiety, and made up his mind to exchange secret signals with Liuwei as soon as he arrived at the place and firmly refuse him. If necessary, he would carry him and escape from the mansion.

Finally, they were brought to the place.

The blindfold was torn off. Gu Dingbang blinked his eyes, looked at the gradually clearing scene, and immediately reached for Liuwei's wheelchair.

This caused the people at the main table to frown in displeasure.

Gu Dingbang held on to Liuwei's wheelchair tightly, looked down at Liuwei who was fine, and finally raised his head to look at the person sitting in the upper seat.

He was an old man over fifty years old, in good spirits. Even though he was dressed in a gray robe, his behavior revealed an extremely strong aura of a superior, and he was intimidating without even getting angry.

He smiled slowly and said, "Don't worry, Zhang's eldest brother, I didn't do anything to Divine Doctor Zhang. It's just that I can't show up now, so I came to you in this roundabout way."

Gu Dingbang bowed respectfully: "Your Excellency! I am so embarrassed. I didn't know it was the Excellency from the court who was looking for us. I am so rude just now."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Do you know me?"

Gu Dingbang shook his head: "I don't know him, but you have such a strong aura, I think he must be a big shot in the Zhongzhou court, so I made this guess."

“Hahaha…” The old man laughed: “You are quite perceptive.”

"Yes, I am indeed a member of the Zhongzhou court and a minister of the Qilin Emperor. Do you know why I am looking for you?"

Gu Dingbang pretended to be calm: "But you have a hidden problem, do you need my little sister to treat you?"

The old man shook his head slowly: "It's not that I have hidden worries, but someone else has hidden worries. This person's worries are a big deal, a big deal for the Zhongzhou Dynasty..."

Gu Dingbang quietly clenched the wheelchair. He was not going to follow the old man's words and lead him to his true purpose step by step. Instead, he planned to refuse immediately. He opened his mouth and said, "There is one thing I don't know..."

"It's the Emperor."

Liu Wei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

The old man paused and looked at the doctor in the wheelchair. This doctor was from Nanzhou and had become famous recently. It was rumored that he was a rare medical genius in the world.

He didn't care about this doctor at first. After all, he only wanted the reputation. It didn't matter who the person behind the reputation was. If they refused, it was not that he couldn't have someone else take over the name. It just would take more effort to hide it from the palace's watchdog, the Heavenly Supervisor.

But now, the old man couldn't help but glance at Liuwei, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said angrily: "Are you cursing His Majesty?"

"Even if he is the emperor, there is no need to test me." Liu Wei was extremely calm and was not at all intimidated by the aura of this official.

Gu Dingbang was shocked.

He held Liuwei's shoulder, trying to make him shut up.

But Liuwei had already started talking, so how could he stop easily?

The old man couldn't help but be shocked by Liuwei's confidence.

Liuwei continued to speak: "The Emperor of Zhongzhou is the son of Qilin. This is obviously not a simple, incurable, superficial disease, but a deeper and more stubborn one."

His white hands gently lifted the broken hair on his temples and said, "You are a minister in the court, so you naturally understand that when the emperor of a dynasty falls ill, the dynasty is not far from being ill, right?"

The old man was stunned.

Liuwei's words were almost identical to what he was about to say.

He really opened his eyes and looked the frail doctor up and down, full of doubts. How did this doctor from Nanzhou know everything?

"At this time, we need a physician who is good enough to treat this sick emperor. I think I can do it."

Gu Dingbang's eyes widened, and he wanted to reach out and cover Liu Wei's mouth. "Do you want me to treat you? Just jump out."

Liu Wei had predicted Gu Dingbang's move and intercepted the wrist of this good brother who wanted to cry but had no tears in the middle of the fight: "Am I right?"

The old man was speechless for a moment.

Liuwei had already said what he wanted to say, what else could he say?

But Liuwei has something to say.

He pinched his chin, full of energy, and planned the follow-up plans with great enthusiasm, as if he was also a member of the old man's side.

Liu Wei said excitedly: "However, having said that, the title of curing the plague in Songcheng, Nanzhou, may not be enough for me to meet the emperor. I need a more powerful and shocking title."

"What's the name?"

The old man couldn't help but say.

Liu Wei paused, then slowly raised his innocent face like a gardenia, and his rosy lips slowly curled up: "Let's be bolder, even bolder."

"There is a stubborn disease in the world that no matter who you are, you can't help but want to cure it. I happen to have a prescription that can cure the disease."

"If I can make him immortal, how will the emperor deal with it?"