Chapter 335

Seven days later.

Outside the main hall, tens of ministers were gathered together, waiting for the king to come out.

When the minister saw the others whispering to each other, he turned to the minister of military beside him and asked, "Is there really an immortal that appeared to the king in his dreams?"

The minister of military was one of the few people in the Che Tuo Country who didn't believe in the gods. "I think it's because the king saw that Prince Youyo was gravely ill and was anxious.

The minister of military stroked his white beard and expressed his disagreement. "But the king can clearly remember the appearance and words of the immortal in his dreams. How can you remember it so clearly in your dreams?"

"Hmph, I think there's a 90% chance that it's the work of an evil cultivator. The old immortals of the Changbai Immortal Mountain won't ignore this." The person who interrupted was the king's younger brother, Yougu.

"Heh, I heard from a passing merchant that the Changbai Immortal Mountain was struck by lightning. They probably don't have the time to care about us for now. Hehe, I heard that the lightning was as thick as a mountain and was purple in color. Just a single strike was enough to destroy the entire mountain, "the minister of internal affairs added.

Yougu laughed coldly. "When the old immortals of the Changbai Immortal Mountain arrive, let's see if you guys still dare to say that."

The ministers fell silent. They were all believers in the immortal dao and naturally feared the immortals. Only the minister of military spoke with confidence, "How are they immortals? They're just some strange people!"

Just as Yugu was about to retort, he was interrupted by the soft voice of the minister, "I don't know when the old immortals from the Changbai Immortal Mountain will come, but if we wait for the immortals from the overseas immortal mountains to arrive, I think it's better for you to speak less."

As they spoke, the time had come. With a creak, the door to the main hall was pulled open by a guard. King Youluo, dressed in a plain white robe, solemnly walked out with a scroll in his hands. The nobles and ministers immediately stopped their discussions and respectfully stood on the two sides of the road.

Youluo walked step by step on the royal road, his white robe fluttering in the wind. When he walked past a minister, that minister would stand up and follow behind him. Thus, by the time he reached the palace gate, there were already dozens of ministers and nobles following behind him. On both sides were mighty and dignified guards.

Waiting outside the palace gate were middle and lower ranked officials. There were hundreds of them. When they saw the monarch come out, they immediately became silent. They consciously waited for the monarch, the nobles, and the ministers to pass by. Then, they followed closely behind according to the ranks of the officials.

Walking on the Tiger Street, they were surrounded by a dense crowd of commoners. They were infected by the solemn atmosphere of the king and the ministers and unconsciously stopped talking and followed behind the group.

More and more people joined the procession. When they arrived at the Heaven Prayer Platform in the eastern suburbs, there were already tens of thousands of people. These tens of thousands of people were silent, and only the rustling of footsteps could be heard. The entire scene was sacred and solemn.

The Heaven Prayer Platform had nine levels, white jade railings, and white jade steps. There were a total of twelve paths that led to the top of the platform. The path to the south was the widest and had the most steps, a total of eighty-one steps.

Youluo paused for a moment in front of the path to the south. When the ministers and nobles were standing properly behind him, he held the scroll and stepped onto the eighty-one white jade steps.

As the monarch walked up the stairs, it seemed as though there were deities paying attention to this place. The sky that was initially cloudy had cleared up once again. Everyone below held their breaths and waited quietly. Even those who did not believe in the Dao had a vague expectation in their hearts. They were afraid that a deity would really descend this time.

This kind of hope reached its peak when the king stepped onto the highest level of the Heaven Prayer Platform. Some people even involuntarily knelt down and chanted Daoist scriptures. Once someone knelt down, the surrounding people were naturally affected and knelt down as well. In a short while, there was no one left standing around the entire Heaven Prayer Platform. Even the surrounding soldiers knelt down respectfully.

Youluo unrolled the scroll and hung it on the pillar in the middle of the Heaven Prayer Platform. Then, he bent his back and took a few steps back. He faced the scroll and knelt down, facing the east and chanting prayers.

You Luo chanted the more than a hundred words of prayers one by one for a full fifteen minutes. With every word he chanted, it was as if sunlight shone on the Heaven Prayer Platform. When he finished, the entire Heaven Prayer Platform was completely enveloped in the dazzling sunlight, making it impossible to look directly at it.

After witnessing such a miracle, You Luo had some confidence in his heart. The nobles, ministers, and commoners below could not hide their astonishment. They all sucked in a breath of cold air and immediately lowered their heads to chant.

You Luo took out a piece of white paper with prayers written on it and lit it in front of the scroll. Then, he kowtowed nine times in a row. Before each kowtow, he shouted, "Yuan Qingmiao, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal of Mount Penglai, please descend."

Every time he shouted, the tens of thousands of people below also shouted in unison, "Yuan Qingmiao, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal of Mount Penglai, please descend."

"Yuan Qingmiao, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal of Mount Penglai, please descend."

"Yuan Qingmiao, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal of Mount Penglai, please descend."

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All the voices merged into one and soared into the sky, causing the surrounding Vital Qi to tremble. In the blink of an eye, with the last shout, a sacred, majestic, solemn, and radiant golden bridge extended from the sky and landed directly on the scroll.

The golden bridge emitted tens of thousands of rays of light. Flowers fell from the sky and faint celestial music sounded in the air. Everyone was intoxicated and could not extricate themselves.

You Luo was even more excited. He pressed his head against the ground. Then, he suddenly saw golden light shining around him. He quickly looked up and saw that the Ink Immortal in the scroll had a faint smile on his face. Then, he took a step forward and the white-robed immortal appeared in front of him. The scroll behind him was blank.

Once the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal appeared, the golden lotuses on the ground of the Heaven Prayer Platform bloomed from nothing. Auspicious flowers with a sweet fragrance floated down from the sky. For a moment, it was like a fairyland.

It was not only the people on the Heaven Prayer Platform. Even the ministers and commoners who were kneeling in the surroundings looked up. Many flower buds fell from the sky like rain. However, not long after they fell, the buds turned into flower buds and slowly bloomed. Petals unfolded from the flower buds and bloomed beautifully. The whole scene was like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Someone tried to reach out and immediately felt that it was very real. When he held it in front of his eyes, he realized that it was a real flower. He was so shocked that he could not speak. He could only kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly. Tears flowed down from his eyes. He had believed for decades and finally, he could see an immortal today.

At this moment, there was no distinction between the nobles, ministers, commoners, or commoners. There were only mortals who were devout in the Celestial Dao. In this fairyland, they were either surprised, impressed, moved, or fanatical. Even people like the minister of war could not resist chanting the immortal's name, "Yuan Qingmiao, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal of Mount Penglai."

"I know that you are a sincere believer in the Celestial Dao. That's why I came here to treat your child." The Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal's kind voice rang in You Luo's ears, bringing him back to his senses. He immediately kowtowed nine times before pointing downwards and saying, "My child is under the Heaven Prayer Platform. Please, Immortal, use your immortal magic."

There was a soft chair in front of the platform, and an unconscious young man was lying on it. His belly was arched high as if he was ten months pregnant.

The Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal smiled and waved his hand. A blue light flew to the young man's body. Immediately, thumb-sized black beetles crawled out of the young man's ears, mouth, nose, and eyes. Just looking at them was enough to make people feel disgusted. You Luo and the others were shocked. They did not expect these insects to be the cause of You Yue's illness.

Next, a black and white radiance flew out from the Heavenly Mystic Immortal's hand and the black beetles were sucked up uncontrollably, disappearing without a trace. In just a few breaths' time, the young man's stomach had returned to normal. His breathing stabilized and he slowly woke up. Then, he called out, "Imperial Father!"

You Yue was so excited that tears streamed down his face. He turned around and kowtowed again. Although he was praising the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal, he could not speak clearly due to his excitement, ecstasy, and fanaticism.

When the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal saw the crowd kneeling on the ground, he smiled and said, "This matter is over. I have to return to Mount Penglai."

Since the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal had given his order, You Yue did not dare to ask him to stay. He could only shout, "Respectfully send Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal back to Mount Penglai."

Millions of people shouted in unison again, "Respectfully send Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal back to Mount Penglai."

"Respectfully send Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal back to Mount Penglai."

"Respectfully send Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal back to Mount Penglai."

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With the unity of the people, the momentum was magnificent. In this atmosphere, the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal stepped back onto the scroll and became the Ink Immortal again. The Golden Lotuses on the ground and the auspicious flowers in the sky withered and disappeared in the wind as the sacred, mighty, and solemn Golden Bridge retreated into the sky.

Although the Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal had left, tens of thousands of people were still kneeling on the ground. They kowtowed and continued to shout, "Respectfully send Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal back to Mount Penglai."

In the midst of the shouting, a light drizzle fell from the sky. Those who were still kowtowing looked at the scene in front of them in surprise. The grass grew from nothing and grew stronger. In the blink of an eye, the entire Heaven Prayer Platform turned into a green grassland, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"My cough, my cough, it's cured!"

"My headache is also cured! It's been more than ten years! "

"I feel I have strength again!"

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The sound of discussion gradually rose. Everyone was surprised and happy. Only then did the crowd realize that the drizzle was like a sweet rain, which was indescribably comfortable. Many people's chronic illnesses that had troubled them for many years had been cured without any medicine. Even Prince Youjo, who was sitting on the soft chair, had recovered from his weak state. He got up, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted, "Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal is merciful and merciful. May you enjoy immortal happiness forever."

As he shouted, the people around him also began to shout, "Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal is merciful and merciful. May you enjoy immortal happiness forever."

Finally, the entire Heaven Prayer Platform was filled with tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "Heavenly Mystic Supreme Immortal is merciful and merciful. May you enjoy immortal happiness forever."

It could be said that the wind and clouds were surging, and the voices shook the heavens.