Even though Zhao Zhuan had become the Crown Prince, he still had the same carefree attitude as when he was a refined prince. The Emperor turned his head and smiled. "Zhuan 'er, take Mr. White Lotus and Attentive Spirit to walk around. If there's anything wrong, write a report to me later. Remember, don't ask anyone to write it for you. "
Zhao Zhuan nodded bitterly. As the Crown Prince and the two Taoist priests strolled around the palace aimlessly, Zhao Zhuan suddenly smiled and asked, "Mr. White Lotus, what if the eldest son of the Xu family is the Zhenwu Great Emperor? Wouldn't that be troublesome?"
Bai Yu chuckled and said, "Be an immortal in heaven and a human on earth. If that's the case, it's fine. Eight hundred years ago, the Emperor of Great Qin reincarnated as the Zhenwu Great Emperor, but he still couldn't unify Beimang. He could only pass away with regret like a mortal. "
Zhao Zhuan asked a very sharp question. "Master, the world envies immortals for their immortality. In the past dynasties, there have been emperors begging for alchemists to refine pills or visit immortals, but none of them are immortal. There hasn't even been an emperor who lived past a hundred years. Since Mount Longhu is the ancestral court of Taoism, has there ever been a senior Taoist master who truly achieved immortality? I don't really believe in the Taoist scriptures about ascension. Do you believe it, Mr. White Lotus? "
According to the laws of the Li Yang Sect, the Crown Prince could call himself 'Gu'.
Mr. White Lotus laughed and said, "Bai Yu was brought to Mount Longhu by my master when he was young. He once asked him if there were immortals in the world. I'll only repeat what my master said. He said that Taoists seek the Great Dao when they cultivate, just like those herbalists who go up the mountain to gather herbs. Some people are lazy, but sometimes they're destined. They go into the mountain to gather rare herbs and return with a full load. There's Hong Xixiang in Wudang, and Mount Longhu where Bai Yu is from. But most people are rewarded by the Heavenly Dao. Sometimes it doesn't, but they still gain something in the end. The four Taoist masters are like that. They become living immortals in the eyes of the outside world and are only a step away from becoming Taoist masters. Even more people returned empty-handed. However, if they frequently climbed the mountain, not to mention picking herbs, they would be able to look at the mountain scenery and broaden their horizons. They would feel relaxed and happy. If they walked the difficult mountain paths that they rarely walked, they could also train their bodies and prolong their lives. In the previous dynasty, there were indeed many lousy alchemists who used the Art of Immortality to charm the Emperor and confuse the Imperial Court. To Bai Yu, this was harmful, and the people of the future should be aware of it. However, Mount Longhu's Inner Core Cultivation Method did not use the word 'Immortality' to confuse the masses. Regardless of whether it was the Emperor, ministers, or commoners, they could all learn it. That's why when His Majesty first summoned me to the capital, he asked me with a smile like the Crown Prince did, whether there was a carefree immortal or a supreme Art of Immortality. I said no. In fact, Bai Yu was a cultivator and naturally believed in the existence of Immortality. The Emperor's duty was not to seek the heavenly blessings, but to seek the peace of the world. The Art of Immortality was against the will of the heavens. The Emperor was called the Son of Heaven because he was blessed by the heavens. Therefore, to achieve immortality was extremely difficult and was not favored by the heavens. The movement of the stars, the flow of the rivers, the imperial court, life and death all followed the two words, 'etiquette'. In the current dynasty, Confucianism was ranked higher than Taoism because of its benevolence and righteousness. It was indeed the best medicine to govern a country. However, there was no medicine in the world that could cure all diseases. Taoism's calmness was another medicine. The Buddhism of the Central Plains was also another medicine. His Majesty did not destroy the true Buddhas, but the fake Buddhas. Was it not for the sake of allowing the Crown Prince to pardon the Buddhists when he ascends the throne? Good medicine is bitter, but His Majesty's heart is also bitter. The Crown Prince hides his strength and bides his time. His Majesty understands the essence of Huang Lao, but you must be considerate. "
Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan had been absent-minded when he was listening to the debate between Buddhism and Taoism. Now that Bai Yu was speaking, he was completely focused, not missing a single word. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He said softly, "Father sees Prime Minister Qingci Zhao Danping as a performer, but I do not dare to treat Mister White Lotus like that! I hope that Mister White Lotus can enter the court and become an official. You do not seek immortality, but the good fortune of the people. "
His Majesty. Naturally, it was when he, Zhao Zhuan, ascended the throne.
Bai Yu smiled faintly, not saying anything.
Zhao Zhuan also smiled knowingly.
Zhao Ningshen was still daydreaming, turning a deaf ear to the conversation between the Crown Prince and Mister White Lotus.
Zhao Zhuan led the two Taoists to the Imperial Astronomer and left. Mister White Lotus looked at the extraordinarily tall building of the Imperial Astronomer and asked softly, "Have you calculated it?"
Zhao Ningshen nodded and said, "It is Hsu Fengnian without a doubt."
Bai Yu was neither surprised nor happy. Instead, he looked a little sad and muttered to himself, "No wonder the first Taoist Master of Mount Longhu appeared in the Spirit Dragon Pool and left a prophecy of a horse trampling on dragons and tigers. However, even the kings of the human world do not meet the king. Liyang is the gathering of the three talents of heaven, earth, and man. No wonder Hsu Fengnian is so miserable. Among the people you care about, has any one of them ever achieved a perfect ending? "
Bai Yu sighed and patted the shoulder of the young Taoist beside him, "Solitary Hidden Zhao Huangchao can even raise an evil dragon in the Earth Lung Mountain. I don't believe that you and I can't do it."
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Fifty miles away from the capital city, there was a small town. Back when the Liyang Dynasty pacified the central plains, they took in all kinds of rich men and craftsmen. Before the city was expanded, most of the people could only stay outside the city. After a long time, the place was taken over by other forces. This Hidden Dragon Town was not far from the capital city. It was quite prosperous. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers. Some of the mansions in good areas were still occupied by the nobles in the capital city. They were used for strolling in spring, avoiding heat, and enjoying the snow in autumn. In a quiet inn in the Hidden Dragon Town, an old man with a head full of silver hair came. He was not extravagant, but his aura was extraordinary. The shopkeeper and waiters were all intimidated by him. Usually, when the old man in gray sat alone to eat and drink, no one dared to approach him.
Then, another pair of guests came and sat at the same table as the old man in gray.
The woman was as beautiful as a fairy. She carried a slender and beautiful red sandalwood sword box on her back. She was like a beauty who walked out of a painting. Unfortunately, she had a fierce aura that kept people away.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar who looked like a servant had white hair. He sat opposite the old man in the conference.
The old man in gray said calmly, "Cao Changqing, you have crossed the threshold of Celestial Phenomenon and become a Confucian Saint. Are you here to show off? Or are you here to stop me from killing Hsu Fengnian? "
The Confucian Saint smiled calmly, "Coincidentally, I was waiting for Hsu Fengnian to return something. I just wanted to catch up with you on the way. I won't interfere with the grudges between the two of you. "
Han Diaosi, whose head was full of snow, glanced at the princess of West Chu, Jiang Si. He retracted his gaze, "Although I, Han Diaosi, am a eunuch, I know that His Majesty will not mistreat the people of the world. Although you, Cao Changqing, are not selfish, you are harming the world for the sake of the country. Restore the country? Even if you are a land immortal, can you really restore it? "
Cao Changqing shook his head and said, "You don't know anything about human affairs."
Han Diaosi sneered. He stood up and said ferociously, "Tell Hsu Fengnian that we will have a life and death battle between us within five hundred miles and a thousand miles."
Cao Changqing did not say anything.
Han Diaosi threw a bag of silver on the table and walked out of the inn.
Cao Changqing looked at the Princess. She said calmly, "He can only be killed by me."
Cao Changqing felt a headache. "Han Diaosi may not be able to kill Hsu Fengnian."
The young woman, who was riding a sword like a fairy, said calmly, "I mean what I say."
Cao Changqing, who was a Confucian Saint who could even block Gu Jiantang's Thunder of Mind, could do nothing about it.
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