Chapter 777 The Imperial Advisor is Stunningly Beautiful (4)
"Investigate! Someone must be manipulating this. The Imperial Advisor's reputation cannot be tarnished by anyone, not even me!"
At the same time, Ning Yan also received the news. When the palace maids reported it, their faces were full of anger. The Imperial Preceptor clearly had the ability to fly and escape into the earth, but those ordinary people had no chance to see it, so they slandered the Imperial Preceptor. They really deserved to die!
But when he looked up, he found that the Imperial Advisor was actually smiling, and his smile was quite handsome.
Good heavens! All those who served her knew that the Imperial Preceptor was incomparably beautiful, but she usually had a stern face and looked cold, giving people a sense of distance. But this smile made her coldness disappear, and the little palace maid felt as if she had met a fairy from the heavens.
"Imperial Preceptor, aren't you angry at all?"
"Why should I be angry? I should thank them for making me famous!"
It's already the ninth day of the month, only two days away from the day she mentioned. News of snowfall from the north will arrive in five days at most.
Seven days later, those who dislike her will have to shut up.
Once the heavy snow that lasted for fifteen days ends, those people will be slapped in the face.
If she goes to the south again next year to pray for rain, her position as the national advisor will definitely be secure.
...
Because the rumors were so widespread, even the Emperor's men spent four days investigating before they could uncover any clues.
The Emperor looked at the investigation results on the table, feeling somewhat speechless.
I thought it was those officials who were spreading rumors behind the scenes because they didn't like the Imperial Preceptor, but it turns out that it was Liuyun Temple on the outskirts of Beijing that made the move!
If the people of Liuyun Temple were truly capable, it wouldn't have been Qingxu Daoist's turn to become the National Preceptor.
Even Master Qingxu is inferior to them, let alone the current Imperial Preceptor who can fly on a sword.
So what are they jumping around for?
"Go, bring that damned old Taoist Chengxin back to me. I'll teach him a lesson about the difference between heaven and earth, and what it means to have trouble with your words."
The men below obeyed and left. Liuyun Temple was outside the city, more than seventy li away from the capital. The guards rode off on horseback and returned two hours later.
Master Chengxin was brought back bound and thrown on a horse.
Originally, this man had a certain air of otherworldly elegance, but after the bumpy ride, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was disheveled, and he was even down to one shoe. Forget about having an otherworldly elegance, he was only slightly better off than a beggar at the city gate.
"How do you do things? I said to invite the abbot over for a chat, why are you tying him up?"
"Quickly untie him, and while you're at it, help the Taoist priest wash up before we talk." This demeanor is truly an eyesore.
The abbot of Liuyun Temple is named Chengxin, and he is a very ambitious person.
He wasn't content with being the abbot; he wanted to be the national preceptor. He couldn't beat that pretentious old man Qingxu, but surely he could beat a little girl who hadn't even grown her hair yet?
Did they predict heavy snow in the north more than two months ago?
He has studied astronomy, geography, the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams for thirty years and still doesn’t have this ability. She didn’t even exist thirty years ago, so what could she possibly know?
He was indignant and disagreed with the idea of a woman serving as the Imperial Preceptor. He believed that women should stay in the inner quarters to support their husbands and raise their children, and that it was shameful for them to show their faces in public.
That's why he resorted to some tricks.
Because the Imperial Preceptor was a Taoist priest, the Liuyun Temple was always bustling with worshippers. Within a few days, his doubts about the Imperial Preceptor spread from the worshippers and became known throughout the capital.
He was so frightened when the guards came to take him away that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Now that he heard the emperor say that he was "invited" here, he was immediately relieved.
He said that his Liuyun Temple was very famous in the capital, and the emperor should have heard of the skills of the abbot of Chengxin Temple. How could he not treat him with courtesy?
After tidying up, Abbot Chengxin returned to the main hall to pay her respects to the Emperor, wearing new shoes found by a palace maid.
After he finished his greetings, the Emperor did not offer him a seat, but spoke directly: "I have heard that the Abbot of Chengxin Temple is highly skilled in Taoist arts and has extraordinary abilities, so I would like to see for myself. That is why I had someone invite the Taoist priest here. I wonder if the Abbot could demonstrate for me?"
Abbot Chengxin was very pleased with the praise. "If His Majesty commands, I, the abbot, have no objection."
The Emperor's interest was piqued. "Then, Taoist priest, could you demonstrate the art of flying for me?"
Master Chengxin: ...Your Majesty, would you like to hear what you are saying?
"Oh, I misspoke."
The abbot of Chengxin Temple's expression softened. He had said it himself: the emperor must have misspoke.
He's just a mortal. If he could fly, he would have done so long ago. Why would he have been kidnapped and brought into the palace?
To everyone's surprise, the emperor then said, "That's called flying on a sword. Does the abbot know how to do it? Should I find you a sword?"
Master Chengxin:...
The Emperor was secretly amused to see the Abbot of Chengxin Temple blushing and unable to speak, but he continued.
"Oh, it seems the abbot won't do it."
"Do you know how to use hidden devices?"
Master Chengxin: "..."
"Oh, you don't know that again? Surely the Abbot doesn't even know what 'hidden universe in a sleeve' is?"
"Then let me tell you, with a wave of my hand, all the items in this room can be put into my sleeve."
Master Chengxin: ...Your Majesty, are you talking about a celestial book? And putting all the items into your sleeve, isn't that something only immortals in storybooks would do?
"Can you predict natural disasters?"
Can you predict major national events?
"You can..."
"You can..."
With each word the Emperor spoke, Chengxin shook his head, and his head drooped lower and lower...
Until, suddenly, silence fell over the head of the table.
He looked up and met the emperor's icy eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.
"If you know nothing, how did you manage to become the abbot!"
"I can read faces and predict fortunes and misfortunes based on the eight characters of birth."
In his nervousness, he forgot to say "this abbot" and simply addressed me as "I".
The Emperor glanced at him disdainfully, "Then let the abbot calculate whether your day will be auspicious or inauspicious."
Master Chengxin:...
Fifteen minutes later, Abbot Chengxin, wearing new boots, was locked in the dungeon.
He knew that the emperor had discovered what he had done.
He didn't dare utter a single word of grievance, much less compare himself to the Imperial Advisor, saying that the Imperial Advisor was also incompetent.
Because right or wrong, yes or no, is not important. What matters is his life or death, which depends solely on the emperor's word!
...
On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, an urgent message from the north was delivered to the palace during the morning court session.
The Emperor had long ago ordered people to pay attention to the situation in the north. As soon as the snow fell, messengers were dispatched on horseback to the capital at top speed!
"Report! Urgent report from the North: Four days ago, at 1:15 AM, a sudden heavy snowfall occurred in both Wuzhou and Jizhou. The prefect of Wuzhou sent someone to Jizhou to investigate. The snowfall in Jizhou was even heavier, and by mid-morning, the snow had not stopped. On the official road through which I delivered the message, the snow was already three inches deep, and it showed no signs of stopping."
The room erupted in uproar!
The officials were all shocked. The imperial advisor's divination was absolutely accurate. It was true that a heavy snowstorm would hit the north on the eleventh, and that the Uji and Jilin provinces would be the hardest hit areas by the snow disaster.
The emperor was delighted, but also anxious. "Quickly, bring the document here."
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