Since ancient times, most emperors have had a common problem.
When they first ascended the throne, they worked hard to govern the country, worked diligently and loved the people, and the country was peaceful and the people were safe. However, as they grew older, they began to fear death and became stupid.
Driven by fear and greed, they believed the temptations of evil people and spent huge amounts of wealth and manpower to refine elixirs in order to achieve immortality.
In pursuit of endless long-term goals, they neglected government affairs, alienated wise ministers and good generals, and gradually led the country to decline.
The emperor of Liang Guoru also embarked on the road of no return in pursuit of eternity.
The news that an immortal had appeared in Zhaojia Village naturally reached the emperor's ears. He sent people to confirm it, but he still found it unbelievable.
It is hard to believe the stories of immortals unless you see them with your own eyes.
"Master, there is a fairy in Zhaojia Village. Do you think it is true or false?" The Emperor of Liang asked a Taoist priest who was sitting below him.
The Taoist priest is dressed in a pure white robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, which makes him look elegant. His hair is flowing like silver threads and his beard is fluttering in the wind, giving people a feeling of being an immortal.
This is the Taoist Qingyang, the expert whom the emperor found from outside to make elixirs for him.
Taoist Qingyang stroked his beard and said slowly, "I'm afraid it's not groundless."
The emperor looked a little solemn. Although he longed for immortality, he did not have too high expectations of whether he could achieve it. After all, he was not the first emperor to pursue immortality, and no one had ever succeeded in history.
"Why did that immortal go to a remote village to accept a humble commoner as his disciple instead of coming to the palace to accept me?" the emperor asked again.
Could it be that he, a high-ranking official, is not as good as a lowly commoner?
Or is he not as pious as the common people?
"Your Majesty, you don't know that I calculated with my fingers and found that the commoner was not an ordinary person, but an immortal who came down to earth to experience tribulations. If his merits and virtues are fulfilled, he should be led back to heaven by someone. That's why he got through this."
The emperor then suppressed his dissatisfaction.
Come down to earth to experience tribulations?
That's not surprising.
"There really are gods in this world, but it's a pity that I have no chance to see them." The emperor sighed.
"Of course. Otherwise, how could I dare to make such a boast and refine an elixir for Your Majesty?" Taoist Qingyang paused and continued, "It's a pity that the elixir recipe passed down by my master is incomplete. If I want to refine a real elixir, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time and herbs for testing, and it also requires a certain amount of opportunity and luck. If I can meet the immortal, maybe I can ask him a thing or two and get some guidance and inspiration. But if he has left..."
Hearing the Taoist's words, the emperor hurriedly said: "Master, you don't have to worry about the herbs. Just ask for whatever you want. If you can refine the elixir, I will reward you handsomely."
The immortal was too far away from him, and he could not grasp him. If he really wanted to achieve his goal, he had to place his hope on the Taoist priest.
"Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, the one who has been chosen by heaven. It is my great honor to be able to refine elixirs for you, and I dare not ask for a reward." The two exchanged pleasantries and the topic shifted to Zhaojia Village.
"The immortal has returned to heaven after experiencing hardships on earth, but his relatives in the human world are still alive. Do you think he will return to this world?"
Taoist Qingyang: "We will meet again if we are destined to do so."
That means 놋 may come down to earth again.
If he treated the immortal's relatives and friends well, would he give one or two immortal pills when the immortal came back to earth again?
The emperor made a decision that in order to stay young, he had to do both.
"Pass on my order, ordering the county magistrate of Rui'an County to treat all villagers of Zhaojia Village well and not to bully them. If any lawless person dares to infringe upon them, he will be severely punished.
In addition, the villagers of Zhaojia Village are hardworking, kind, and get along well with each other. They are truly a model for the country. They are specially rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold and exempted from taxes, corvée, and other burdens to honor their merits. "
"Your Majesty is wise."
Everyone present knew that the emperor did all this to please the immortal who had successfully overcome the tribulation.
In the first year, Zhaojia Village was taken care of by the county government, no one dared to bully it, and the villagers lived a very comfortable life.
In the third year, a drunken county yamen runner got into a conflict with a villager from Zhaojia Village and beat the man severely. The runner was later fined 20 strokes of the cane by the county order and his salary was deducted for three months.
After this incident, the villagers of Zhaojia Village did not suffer any major disaster, but the friction with outsiders gradually increased and was not as comfortable as before.
In the fifth year, the county government revoked all preferential treatment for Zhaojia Village.
This year, the emperor fell seriously ill and became gradually weaker.
"When will the elixir be ready?" the emperor asked gloomily.
He felt that he was about to die, his temper became unpredictable, and he would chop off people's heads if things went his way. The whole palace was shrouded in a layer of gloom.
“It may take another five years.”
"Waste, all waste." The emperor immediately became angry. "You have collected so many things, but there is no progress at all? Five years, I have waited for you for five years, how many more five years can I wait? I want the elixir immediately, otherwise I will kill you with five horses."
If he died, everyone in this palace would be buried with him.
Taoist Qingyang was frightened by the gloom in the emperor's eyes, and he forced himself to calm down.
"Although the method of poverty alleviation cannot make Your Majesty live longer, it can free Your Majesty from the torment of illness."
The emperor could not help but take a step forward, and with his dark and weak hands he grasped the Taoist priest Qingyang and said anxiously, "What method? Tell me quickly!"
"Take a drop of immortal blood."
The emperor's pupils shrank and he unconsciously loosened his grip on Taoist Qingyang's hand.
"The blood of immortals contains a strong immortal energy. Taking it can not only prolong your life, but it may even allow you to step half a step into immortality."
The emperor moved, but...
"I have already sent people to keep an eye on Zhaojia Village. I have sent people to test it several times in the past five years. Not only has the immortal not returned to the world, there has not even been any strange signs."
The emperor was extremely disappointed.
His idea was very good. He would first send people to find out the trouble in Zhaojia Village. The villagers would then pray to the immortal to make the decision for them. When the immortal came to the world, he would punish them severely to win the immortal's favor.
Then, ask the immortal to give you an elixir.
But he did not succeed.
Taoist Qingyang: "This immortal is dead, but his descendants remain in the human world."
The emperor was a little hesitant, "But his offspring is a mortal..."
Can you?
"Your Majesty, that is not an ordinary mortal, but the descendant of an immortal in the mortal world. He must have inherited the blood of the immortal, and must be different from us mortals. He must have supernatural powers. If we can take some of it and refine it with medicinal herbs to make a pill, it will definitely cure your majesty's illness."
"But if the Immortal blames me..."
"Your Majesty, please let others take action first."
If anyone is to be blamed then, it won't be on them.
The emperor looked thoughtful.
Soon, a piece of gossip spread quietly among royal relatives and high-ranking officials.
The villagers of Zhaojia Village were once blessed by an immortal and took elixirs from him. Their blood could cure all kinds of poisons and even bring the dead back to life.
For a while, all parties began to get restless.
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