"Haha, okay, okay! It's a pity that I have to be in the capital at this time, otherwise I would have to invite those old guys to a banquet so that they can see that there are successors to my mantle, and they will be a hundred times more likely to inherit my legacy."
The joy of unexpectedly gaining a good disciple diluted a lot of the sadness in his heart, and Chang Wei's face, which had been gloomy for many days, also had a rare smile.
But soon, thinking about the old friend who had cut off correspondence with him for no reason, and the emperor who still didn't know about his safety in the palace, the smile that the old censor had just put on disappeared like a mist.
After a long sigh, thousands of words came to my mouth and I choked.
"I have never cared about wealth or sex in my life. Apart from the thousands of books in my house, I have nothing for you."
"I personally read and annotated those classics and miscellaneous texts. They may be helpful to my studies. If something unexpected happens during my trip, I will send them all to you as a souvenir. It is also the only thing that an incompetent teacher like me can do for the students.
of……"
Chang Wei couldn't hide his desolation in his words, but there was a hint of pessimism about entrusting his future affairs.
Ning Caichen opened his mouth, deliberately trying to comfort his newly recognized teacher.
However, Chang Wei suddenly turned around, walked quickly to the saddle, turned over, and when he regained consciousness, he was back to his previous graceful and calm appearance.
There was just a little sparkle in his eyes, but it couldn't be concealed no matter what.
"teacher……"
Ning Caichen hesitated and tried to ask, but Chang Wei stopped him as if he had no idea.
"I know what you mean, but I'm past the age to know my destiny, so I don't have to worry about life or death."
"What I want for the rest of my life is that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and that the Holy Emperor will rule over it."
"But now the imperial court is in chaos, and traitors are in power. This place is only more than ten miles away from the capital, and there are still demons causing chaos. No matter what the world, how miserable are the people?"
"The Son of Heaven, the father of all peoples in the world, why do you want to take advantage of one person and abandon all peoples?!"
"When I enter the capital this time, I have already made up my mind. If I can use my broken body to restore the innocence of the world, my journey in this world will not be in vain!"
"I have made up my mind. I would rather live and not be persuaded to become my teacher any more."
Ning Caichen was silent for a while.
Although the contact lasted only a few days, I have to say that it is easy for people to fall in love with such a great scholar who has a great heart and is rigid but not pedantic.
In particular, the king is ignorant. He knows that the magic monk in the court is extremely powerful, but he is still not afraid of life and death. He is willing to give up his half-mortal body to admonish and chase sycophants for all the people in the world.
This kind of loyalty may seem pedantic to everyone in the chat group, but it is a perfect answer from a great scholar who has studied Cheng and Zhu Zhidao all his life, limited by the times, and still practices it.
"Disciple, please be careful!"
Holding up his loose Confucian robe, Ning Caichen saluted the other party seriously.
Not only do we respect our teachers, but we also respect the fearlessness of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, so we go to the tiger mountains" and the perseverance of practicing our faith and concepts throughout our lives.
"Great kindness!"
Chang Wei strokes his beard and smiles, but it is unspeakable and unrestrained after understanding his heart.
"Time waits for us not. This place is less than half a day's journey from the Forbidden City. I still need to trouble you all to be patient."
"I can't wait to meet the Pudu Imperial Master more and more, and ask him what exactly he wants when he acts like this?"
Waving whips and riding horses, I saw a group of people heading towards their final destination, the majestic Forbidden City.
…
On the other side, the Golden Palace of the Forbidden City.
After the court dispersed early that morning, the civil and military officials of the court gradually left, but the palace did not appear empty and lonely at all.
More people poured into the small yellow door, holding pots and bowls in their hands, which contained some kind of dark brown and reddish unknown liquid, exuding an inexplicable pungent odor.
In front of the throne, Emperor Masanori waved his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose with a look of disgust. Two old men stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right.
I saw the little yellow disciples in the palace diligently smearing the unknown liquid on the ground, and from time to time, the disciples of the Imperial Master would stand up to correct the patterns they had sketched.
"National Master, are you sure this thing can help me ascend? Why do I feel that such a dirty and unknown thing doesn't seem to have that function?"
Emperor Masanori tilted his head to the left and pretended to complain unintentionally.
There, an old monk wearing Zen robes and covered with gold powder stood silently, holding a staff in his hand. It was Pudu Cihang.
"Your Majesty is blessed by the luck of the dynasty and the will of the ancestors, which is both a blessing and a shackle. The great road is guided by the blessing, but it is impossible to find the escaping secret."
"Only in this Jinluan Palace, with an unknown thing mixed with the blood of three thousand boys and girls whose aura has not yet dissipated, can Your Majesty take off the shackles and rely on the fate of the country to achieve transcendence."
After hearing this, Pudu Cihang did not get angry because of being questioned, and patiently turned around and explained with a smile.
But deep in his eyes, this smile seemed quite meaningful, with a hint of malicious intent, but it was well concealed.
"That's right. It's really troublesome for the Imperial Master."
Emperor Zhengde laughed heartily twice, as if he had no doubt that he was there.
But behind his right head, the pale-faced Mo Wenwen always had a gloomy look on his face, looking at Pudu Cihang vigilantly, showing no intention of slacking off at all.
"By the way, if this matter comes to pass, what the Imperial Master has done can be said to be the first achievement of the Immortal Dynasty. I wonder what reward the Imperial Master wants from me?"
Emperor Zhengde had already begun to dream up the beautiful vision of becoming an immortal queen, and Emperor Zhengde even used the word "immortal dynasty" unknowingly.
"It is the duty of a minister to share your Majesty's worries. This poor monk is a rough and tumble man from the countryside. To be favored by the emperor and gain power is already the best reward. How dare you ask for anything more?"
Pudu Cihang remained as humble as before, as if the powerful national master was not him at all.
"Haha, that's what the Imperial Master said. If you try to use my emperor's dragon energy and the fate of the Ming Dynasty to turn into a dragon, there is really nothing in this great dynasty that can make you fancy."
Emperor Zhengde smiled very naturally, but what he said made Pudu Cihang's smile that was about to agree suddenly freeze on his face.
"The poor monk doesn't quite understand what Your Majesty said..."
When the success was about to fail, Pudu Cihang had a stiff face and tried hard to deny it.
"Haha, your two closest men have been instigated by me to rebel and have told me all about your evil intentions. What else do you have to say?"
"Come here and kill this beast with me!"
Before Pudu Cihang realized something was wrong and started to take action, Emperor Zhengde suddenly grabbed the jade seal at hand, took out a bright yellow imperial edict from his sleeve, and printed it without looking at it.
Suddenly, an unpleasant feeling came into his heart. Pudu Cihang felt that the backlash of the dynasty's luck was coming overwhelmingly. Along with him, Mo Wendao, who had already prepared a killing move, took action.