The sun rises and the moon sets, and time flies.

In the 20th year of Kangping, under the governance of Emperor Kangping, Dayuan has transformed from a once devastated and chaotic country into a prosperous country where people live and work in peace and contentment.

When it comes to Emperor Kangping, people have complicated comments about him. The aristocratic families fear him more than respect him, because during the twenty years that he was emperor, the national policies he set were mostly beneficial to the middle class and the poor, which meant that the interests of the aristocratic families were damaged, so they were naturally dissatisfied. However, Emperor Kangping did not pursue a policy of conciliation, and his methods were tough. He dared to weaken the aristocratic families, and he also dared to confront them.

And he had this confidence because he had the support of Da'an's million-strong army behind him. Yes, Emperor Kangping was the only emperor since the founding of Da'an who did not have complete control over the military power but was able to order the armies of Da'an to attack wherever they wanted. It is true that the noble families are behemoths, but do they dare to compete with a million-strong force?

Because of this, although the noble families were dissatisfied, they did not dare to confront the imperial power forcefully. This allowed Emperor Kangping to flex his muscles and govern Dahuan in an orderly manner, making it a great power that attracted congratulations from hundreds of countries.

He was a strong ruler but loved his people, which naturally made the people love him. They hoped that such a good emperor could live forever.

However, sometimes things don't go as planned.

In the late autumn of October in the 20th year of Kangping, Emperor Kangping was seriously ill, and Da'an was once again facing the moment of changing dynasties.

In fact, many noble families were looking forward to this in their hearts, because after Emperor Kangping ascended the throne, he first refused to select concubines on the grounds of mourning. Later, when the mourning period was over, he refused to select concubines on the grounds that he was busy with state affairs, was in poor health, and was not in good spirits.

When the prince was fifteen years old, he arranged for him a crown princess and two concubines in one go. When the prince got married at the age of sixteen, he announced that he would never hold a beauty contest again. So, his harem consisted of the late Queen Jingmin and two childless concubines.

In fact, the court officials had guessed long ago that Emperor Kangping was a man who was devoted to governing the country and would never waste time and energy on love affairs, so he had been trying hard to have a daughter.

Emperor Kangping did not have a harem, but the crown prince would, right? So when the crown prince got married, he had one concubine and two concubines. Later, when the emperor's grandson was born, new people entered the East Palace, and they felt relieved.

It would be good if the prince didn’t learn from his father.

Right now, Emperor Kangping is about to pass away. On the surface, everyone seems to be extremely sad, but in fact, it is hard to say how many people are secretly happy in their hearts.

Teng Zhao also appeared in the palace. He came specially to see Emperor Kangping off and to pick up his destined apprentice.

Although Emperor Kangping had been on the throne for twenty years, he had not actually reached the age of fifty, only because he had suffered damage to his vitality in that war with the evil spirits. Although he had taken good care of himself in recent years, his foundation had been damaged, and he had been busy with state affairs, so naturally his life span was not long.

Emperor Kangping himself had actually known this for a long time. He remained calm about his impending death and even smiled when he saw Teng Zhao.

"It is a great blessing for me that you can give me a ride." Emperor Kangping, who looked older than his actual age, was very pleased.

Teng Zhao handed over a jade bottle and said, "This ginseng pill is made from thousand-year-old ginseng. It can also extend one's life for a year."

Emperor Kangping was startled, then shook his head: "No need, I know my body best, I can't stand it anymore. I have been the emperor for twenty years, and Dayuan is now prosperous and peaceful. I have lived up to your master's trust and did not let her down by putting together such a powerful team for the world."

Back then, Qin Liuxi came to him and offered him enormous wealth, and he accepted it. Within a few years, he became the master of the country without any delay. It was indeed enormous wealth, but she also said that this wealth actually had a big hole and was a mess.

The fact is just as she said, this wealth is leaking. In the first few years, he was trembling with fear. He had to learn how to govern the country and think about how to make the business revitalize. He was really exhausted and worried.

It’s nothing, just to live up to Qin Liuxi’s trust.

Yes, later he figured it out. Rather than saying that Qin Liuxi gave him all this wealth, it would be better to say that she entrusted the world to him. Otherwise, there were many people for her to choose from, so why did she choose him?

Fortunately, he did not let that person down.

He can leave without worry.

Although he didn't take it, Teng Zhao still placed the ginseng pill next to his pillow and said, "I heard that every emperor doesn't want to die. Are you not afraid of death? And you still have this country, aren't you afraid that your descendants won't be able to protect it?"

"I'm tired." Qi Qian's wrinkled face revealed a faint smile: "In fact, I never thought of becoming the ruler of the world from the beginning to the end. Your master found me and I went there reluctantly. Fortunately, I didn't embarrass myself. As for this country, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor", will it really live forever? Impossible. Just like the emperor can't live forever, how can the country always be named Qi for thousands of years?"

Qi Qian looked at the carvings on the dragon bed and said, "This country can belong to the Qi family, and it can also belong to someone else. I have protected it, and my mission is accomplished. Whether the descendants can protect it is not something I can control. It is all fate. If the Qi family's fate has come to an end, it will not be their turn to set the rules. I have taught you everything I should teach you. From now on, how this country will be depends on the younger generation."

“You are very open-minded.”

Qi Qian said: "It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets. My only regret is that I could never wait for your master to return. If she could send me away, I would have no regrets in this life."

Teng Zhao was silent. It had been twenty years, and there was still no sign of the fire of karma.

"What you have done for her is enough. Master will be pleased in heaven."

Qi Qian was frugal throughout his life. His harem was quiet, and he did not spend much or waste anything. The only thing he spent a lot on was building a temple for Qin Liuxi, sculpting a golden statue of him, and honoring him with the title of Immortal Lord, for people to worship and commemorate him. The temple was very popular.

"When she comes back, remember to tell me that I did not let her down." After the effect of the medicine wore off, Qi Qian gradually became weaker.

Teng Zhao said okay, and couldn't help but quietly passed a trace of spiritual power over.

Qi Qian felt it and shook his head slightly, wanting to say don’t waste it.

"Your Majesty, the fourth young master is here."

"Xuan."

Teng Zhao sat upright, looking towards the entrance to the bedroom. A little eunuch walked in with a chubby and somewhat stupid-looking child.

The child was only five or six years old, but he was so fat that his eyes were squeezed into slits. His clothes seemed about to burst. His face was covered with bruises and black spots. He looked extremely miserable. No one knew where he had fallen.

too fat!
Teng Zhao frowned.

This fatness is not real fatness, it is pseudo-fatness, and it is caused by the accumulation of various supplements.

His fate was even worse, he was extremely unlucky, all four pillars and eight characters were flawed, the five elements were yin and yang in conflict, he had to go through a life and death crisis when he was born, his mother had a difficult delivery, he almost suffocated to death in the birth canal, he was only breath left when he fell, and he was finally rescued, I don't know how much manpower and energy were spent on his care, but even so, all kinds of illnesses followed one after another, and he had to take medicine all day.

He survived until he was five, thanks to the protection of the imperial spirit. But from the age of five, he began to face all kinds of dangers. He would fall down when walking, and he would drown even if there were people around him when taking a bath. When his brothers fought, he would be the one to suffer. In short, he was born unlucky. Noticing this, naturally no one dared to play with him, for fear of being haunted by bad luck.

In a place like the palace where people are eaten alive, children without their mothers to protect them are the ones who suffer the most. Qi Mingyun has such a physique, and it was only because Qi Qian knew about it and made special instructions that he was lucky enough to live to this age. Otherwise, if he didn't take enough medicine every day, he might have died. How could he have become such a fat man?

Teng Zhao felt headache and disgusted. Could he find another apprentice? This kid was a big trouble and he hated trouble.

But the master said that he was destined to have only one disciple. This year, he felt that the master and disciple were destined to be together, so he made a divination and found that the man was actually in the palace. He took the opportunity to give Qi Qian acupuncture and change the prescription, so he went to investigate. I couldn't believe it. He was fatter than the last time I saw him.

Qi Mingyun knelt down and bowed deeply to Qi Qian. He looked at him with some fear and asked haltingly, "Grandfather, are you feeling better? I wonder why you called me here?"

After he finished his greeting and said two more sentences, he was out of breath and looked very tired.
When Teng Zhao saw this, he felt his temples throbbing and his head ached.

However, as for the fact that he was destined to have only one disciple, after they met, the causal line between the two was instantly connected, and he had to believe it.

Qi Qian pointed at Teng Zhao and said, "Mingyun, would you like to follow this immortal and become a Taoist?"

He also didn't expect that there would be someone in his bloodline who could enter the Tao, and to be Teng Zhao's disciple. When he proposed to accept this seemingly immature child as his disciple, he once wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Is there anything special about this child?

Qi Mingyun blinked and asked, "What is entering the Dao?"

"I am going to the Taoist temple to learn the five arts of Xuanmen. Yes, I am a monk."

Qi Mingyun was stunned. Are monks not allowed to eat meat?

He lowered his head, so is he destined to be an unwanted child?
Teng Zhao looked at the child's clothes that were obviously ill-fitting and old, and said, "Child, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Qi Mingyun grabbed the corner of his clothes, said nothing, and glanced at Teng Zhao secretly.

Is this person in front of me a monk? But he is not bald. Although he is wearing a plain robe, it is embroidered with some strange patterns, and his hair is pinned with a wooden hairpin.

He looked very young and handsome, with a very cold aura. He did not look like a monk. Instead, he gave people the impression that he was very powerful, even more powerful than his grandfather.

He looks stern!
Seeing that he remained silent, Teng Zhao said, "You can only survive if you become a Taoist. Otherwise, with your fate, you won't live to be ten years old."

Qi Qian was still alive, and the people below him were worried that he might remember his grandson at some point, so they didn't dare to do anything to the child. But if Qi Qian died, this poor child would not live long given his unfortunate fate.

Qi Mingyun's face turned pale. Although he was young, he knew what life and death meant.

He looked at Qi Qian, seeking comfort.

Qi Qian's eyes were kind as he said, "Master Xuanyi is a man of great ability. His master is Immortal Buqiu of the Red Lotus Temple. You are a person of great fortune, so you have the opportunity to become his disciple. Go and worship the master. Once you enter the Dao, you will no longer be a member of the royal family. Follow your master to cultivate and attain enlightenment. Do not get involved in worldly affairs, especially royal affairs. Don't care, listen, or pay attention to them. It will do you no good. When you cultivate and attain the Dao, from now on, you have the final say on your Dao."

After hearing this, Qi Mingyun pursed his slightly pale lips, knelt down in front of him, and kowtowed three times: "Then I, your grandson Mingyun, bid farewell to your royal grandfather. I wish your royal grandfather good health and long life."

He kowtowed three times, turning his forehead red. After he stood up, he knelt down in front of Teng Zhao again and said, "Disciple greets Master."

"Okay, from now on your Taoist name will be Changdu, which means to save others, yourself and all living things." Teng Zhao touched his head and said, "You are also the sixth-generation direct disciple of Qingping Temple. The master has a commandment that anyone who dares to betray the master will be punished to death. You, remember this!"

Qi Mingyun, no, from now on I should call him Changdu. I felt a warmth on my forehead, as if something entered from the top of my head and spread throughout my body. It was warm and very comfortable.

Is this a blessing from touching the head? If so, there seems to be nothing wrong with practicing Taoism. Just don't eat meat.

Later he realized that it was called spiritual power, also known as merit.

Just like when his master accepted him as a disciple, he gave him a name and also passed on a trace of merit. This was a blessing and also a talisman. He will do the same in the future. This is the inheritance.

Teng Zhao looked at his apprentice's chubby and soft face. Through him, he seemed to see his past self, and his eyes became slightly warm.

Master, it has been twenty years, and I now have a disciple who can carry on your legacy. Can you now start your journey home?
In November of the 20th year of Kangping, Emperor Kangping passed away. In the winter of the same year, the fourth son of the crown prince died of illness. The following year, the crown prince ascended the throne and changed the reign title to Yongyan.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Teng Zhao once again came out of the underworld in disappointment and took his new disciple to Qin Liuxi's cenotaph.

Feng Xiu, as usual, was leaning in front of the stone tablet that had already shown signs of age. When he heard footsteps, he raised his eyelids and glanced over. His eyes swept over the child beside Teng Zhao with great disgust.

Teng Zhao stepped forward, poured a circle of wine for his master, asked Chang Du to kneel down and kowtow, and told him who the monument was for.

Changdu's face was as white as a transparent glass. He didn't understand why he came to this strange-looking place from Qingping Temple in the blink of an eye. When his master asked him to close his eyes, he closed them obediently. He felt a chill on his body, as if a ghost was touching him.

But he was an honest child. When Teng Zhao asked him to kneel, he knelt obediently, paid homage to his master, and then imitated Teng Zhao to offer wine. After a round of offerings, he fainted on the snow.

Feng Xiu's mouth twitched: "Disciple? Weakling!"

Teng Zhao said helplessly: "Master said that I can only have one disciple in my destiny, and this is him."

Feng Xiu snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that before your master can even come back, he will report to the Hades Palace. It's hard to say whether we can see him or not."

Teng Zhao had long been accustomed to his sharp words, so he did not respond and turned around to rescue his apprentice.

Chang Du himself had already woken up, looked at Feng Xiu with some dissatisfaction, and said, "I can see it."

"what?"

Chang Du clenched his fist and said, "I told you, I can see the Grandmaster."

She also said that she would live a long life.

Feng Xiu was stunned, and looked at Teng Zhao, and they both looked at the stone tablet at the same time.

"This, this word just disappeared, right?"

Feng Xiu pointed at the words on the stone tablet, and the word "Qin" suddenly had one stroke missing.

If it wasn't a ghost, then she was on her way home? (End of this chapter)

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