Hong Qigong wiped his hands on his clothes and rushed to the window.

"Let me see, let me see, is it that person?" someone said while squeezing through the crowd.

Huang Yaoshi moved to the side with a hint of disdain.

Hong Qigong stuck his head out and looked at the street not far away.

A luxurious oxcart appeared on the street a hundred meters away. The oxcart was surrounded by the people on the street. A little Taoist priest sat on the back of the ox, smiling and bowing to the people around him. Li Daoyi was sitting on the roof of the oxcart.

“It’s the immortal, it’s him,” Hong Qigong quickly said to the two.

"Greetings, Immortal."

"May the immortals protect you."

At this time, the people on the street, whether Han or Jurchen, had already recognized Li Daoyi. After all, there were so many eyewitnesses in Jingzhao Prefecture, and the oxcart was a gift from Wanyan Lie. It was easy for him to be recognized in Bianjing and Kaifeng. In an instant, the people knelt around him and prayed, crowding the oxcart.

“This person is so young,” Master Yideng remarked.

Huang Yaoshi frowned as he looked at Li Daoyi on the roof of the carriage. He was displeased with the behavior of the people around him and thought Li Daoyi was a charlatan.

"Hmm?" On the roof of the car, Li Daoyi sensed something, raised his head and looked ahead, his gaze falling on the window of the restaurant in the distance.

"Ha, he's looking over here!" Hong Qigong shouted, then waved his hands toward Li Daoyi.

"Master Yideng, that masked man is clearly Huang Yaoshi," Li Daoyi thought to himself.

At this moment, more and more people poured in from all directions. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Li Daoyi sighed.

He slowly stood up from the roof of the car and returned the greeting to the people around him with both hands.

Thank you all.

"We have come to Bianjing to meet the Emperor at the palace. Please make way for us," Li Daoyi said.

After he finished speaking, a faint golden light emanated from his body, and he slowly floated up.

“This…” In the restaurant, Master Yideng and the others stared wide-eyed.

"bite…"

"bite…"

For a time, system notification sounds were heard incessantly.

"The immortal has come to mediate; a war is not going to break out. Everyone, please make way."

At this moment, some scholars in the crowd seemed to have thought of something and stood up, calling out to those around them.

These days, the shadow of war has been hanging over Bianjing, and the people, regardless of race, live in constant fear.

Soon, the people dispersed to both sides, looking at Li Daoyi flying in the air with reverence.

Li Daoyi gave Yang Guo a look, and then slowly flew towards the restaurant where Hong Qigong was. The oxcart followed closely behind, and the people followed spontaneously, becoming much quieter than before.

Upon seeing the other party flying over, Master Yideng quickly adjusted his monk's robes, while Huang Yaoshi took a deep breath and slowly removed his mask, revealing an old but very spirited face.

"Seventh Master, we meet again." Outside the window, Li Daoyi floated in the air and said with a smile.

"We have met the immortal," the three said hastily.

"Well, these two must be Master Yideng and Huang Yaoshi, right?" Li Daoyi said.

"Hahaha, it's them! I never expected to see immortals here," Hong Qigong laughed.

“Immortal, why don’t you come in and have a chat?” Hong Qigong said.

Li Daoyi shook his head.

"Let's skip it today, I'm afraid I have someone else to invite me." Li Daoyi said, looking towards the other end of the street.

A group of several hundred people was seen rapidly approaching, and they appeared to be the elite troops of the Jin Kingdom.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

"The General has arrived."

As the soldiers shouted, the people below quickly dispersed.

A majestic and imposing general, riding a white horse, was seen heading towards the restaurant.

The general rode his horse up to Li Daoyi, then dismounted and knelt on the ground.

"Wanyan Chenglin pays respects to the immortal."

Wanyan Chenglin was a general of the Jin Dynasty, and also the last general and the last emperor of the Jin Dynasty. In history, Emperor Wanyan Shouxu of Jin was unwilling to be the ruler of a fallen country before the city fell, so he passed the throne to General Wanyan Chenglin. As a result, he only reigned as emperor for one hour before the city fell and he died.

Li Daoyi looked down at the man below, who was about the same age as Guo Jing, in his early thirties. He was very valiant and looked like a seasoned general.

"What instructions does the General have?" Li Daoyi asked.

"This humble general invites the immortal to enter the mansion for a chat."

“Oh? But I’m here to see your emperor,” Li Daoyi said.

Wanyan Chenglin looked troubled.

"His Majesty caught a cold yesterday and has not yet recovered. Please forgive him, Immortal."

Wanyan Chenglin lowered his head and said, "Actually, the emperor drank too much last night and hasn't woken up yet. He rushed over as soon as he learned about the immortal."

"General, please lead the way." Li Daoyi already understood what the other party was thinking, but he didn't point it out directly.

"Yes." Wanyan Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gentlemen, let's go together." After saying this to Hong Qigong and the other two, Li Daoyi flew back onto the roof of the car.

The oxcart followed slowly behind Wanyan Chenglin's group.

"Let's go, Old Beggar wants to take a look." Hong Qi said and went downstairs.

Yideng and Huang Yaoshi exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. They were both quite excited to be able to see the legendary immortals in person, and they also had a lot of curiosity in their hearts.

Before long, the group arrived at the end of a street, which was the residence of General Wanyan. The surrounding people had long been kept outside, and only the oxcart and Hong Qigong were allowed to enter.

"Immortal, this is my residence. Please come in," Wanyan Chenglin said.

"Um."

"Dongfang, you can come down now."

Then Yang Guo lifted the curtain of the oxcart, and a figure jumped out, leaping directly towards Wanyan Chenglin, who was startled.

"Uncle Lin." Wanyan Ping's voice rang out.

Wanyan Chenglin quickly caught the little figure that jumped over.

"Ping'er, it's you."

"Hehe, I gave you a big scare." Wanyan Ping laughed and put her arm around the other person's neck.

At this moment, Dongfang, Xiaolongnu, and Mu Nianci also got off the oxcart.

The people around them were immediately amazed; Dongfang Bubai and Xiaolongnu were simply too beautiful.

"Ping'er, do you know him?" Dongfang asked curiously. Just now in the carriage, Wanyan Ping had been restless; it turned out this was the reason.

"Hehe, Uncle Lin's father and my grandfather are brothers," the little girl laughed.

Wanyan Chenglin patted Wanyan Ping's head and then put her down.

"Immortals, sirs, please come in."

The general's mansion was very large, and many servants were waiting at the entrance.

"Uncle Lin, you haven't visited me and Father in so long," Wanyan Ping said, pouting, on the way.

"Uncle is very busy and really doesn't have time to visit you and your brother."

"By the way, Ping'er, do you know about your father's matter?"

"Okay."

"I'm sorry, I've discussed this with His Majesty many times, but unfortunately those guys still won't budge, and His Majesty can't do anything about it," Wanyan Chenglin sighed.

"It's alright, my father will be fine."

"Has the situation in your Great Jin Dynasty become so dire that an emperor has to listen to his ministers?" Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but say.

“After the Jurchens entered the pass, they didn’t learn anything well, except for these things: scheming, enjoying comfort and pleasure, and fighting for power and profit.” Li Daoyi said slowly.

"I am ashamed." Wanyan Chenglin's expression was somewhat unpleasant. What the other party said was true. At a time when the country was on the verge of collapse, those nobles were still thinking about how to amass wealth and how to fight for power. No one really thought about the future of the country.

Soon the group arrived at a courtyard where a red carpet was laid out on the ground, and low wooden tables were set on both sides, with all kinds of delicacies on them. This was the way the Jurchen people entertained important guests.

Everyone sat on either side, and Li Daoyi naturally took the seat at the very top.

"It seems the General knew we were coming all along," Li Daoyi said.

"Yes, I received the news after you all left Zhongnan Mountain," Wanyan Chenglin quickly replied.

"These are all prepared by me. Most of them are Han Chinese food, but there are also some Jurchen specialties. Immortal, you may wish to try them."

In fact, after more than a hundred years of rule, the Jurchen people's language and customs were no different from those of the Han people; they simply retained their own ethnic dress.

"Gurgle..."

Just then, the black egg popped out of Li Daoyi's arms and rolled down the table to Xiaolongnu's side.

"What is this?" Hong Qigong asked.

“This belongs to the Taoist priest,” Mu Nianci explained.

Although they were surprised, no one asked any questions. They saw the little dragon girl pick up the pastry in front of her and feed it to the black egg. The pastry disappeared instantly, and the black egg happily spun around on the table.

"How amazing!" the group exclaimed.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Li Daoyi asked slowly.

"This humble general has a slight guess. The immortal is merciful and must not want the people of my Great Jin to suffer from the calamity of war. He has come to mediate," Wanyan Chenglin said with a hint of hope.

Li Daoyi shook his head slightly and looked at Hong Qigong and the other two.

"Do the three of you think the same way?"

Hong Qigong and the other two nodded. That was indeed what they thought, and that was the only way they could think, because there was really no other reason.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, Li Daoyi burst into laughter.

"You're only half right."

"Half?" Wanyan Chenglin was taken aback.

“I have indeed come to save the people, but not to save your Great Jin. Your Great Jin deserves to be destroyed.”

Wanyan Chenglin froze instantly, his face turning deathly pale, and he stood there motionless.