high official

Chapter 1022
The old Taoist priest was led into the palace by Huang Xie, and Zhu Di believed him a little when he saw the old Taoist appearance, with his white hair, youthful face, and immortal demeanor.So he asked Huang He to give the old Taoist a seat.

The old Taoist didn't refuse, and after thanking the emperor, he sat down on the Jindun and looked at Zhu Di with piercing eyes. The old man is average.

Being sized up by the old Taoist like this made Zhu Di feel unhappy, but after thinking about it, he felt that this is what an expert in the world should do, so he suppressed his temper and said politely: "Dare to ask how long the longevity is?"

"The old Taoist was born in the first year of Jingding." The old Taoist said with endless vicissitudes in his eyes: "It has been two Jiazi and forty years in the days of struggling in this secular world..."

Zhu Di stared wide-eyed and said, "In the first year of Jingding, you were born in the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"When Lao Dao was seven years old, Kublai Khan attacked Xiangfan. Lao Dao and his family hid in the mountains to avoid chaos. Fortunately, a stranger gave him three volumes of Dao books. Unfortunately, he was dull in talent, worked hard for two years, and could not break free from the five elements and jump out of the three realms. After all, it will turn into dust." The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, as if he was not satisfied with the fact that he could only live for one or two hundred years.

"Oh..." Zhu Di has always believed in ghosts and gods, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted money and money to build a monastery for Emperor Zhenwu in Mount Wudang.This is directly related to Yao Guangxiao's nonsense inciting rebellion back then. Monk Daoyan has been making all kinds of prophecies to make Zhu Di believe that he is destined to return, and finally decided to rebel.In the Battle of Jingnan, Zhu Di took the lead in more than a hundred battles, but he was unscathed. It is extremely incredible to seize the world with a single mansion, which made Zhu Di firmly believe in the theory of ghosts and gods protecting the body.

So when the old Taoist said that he was more than 100 years old, Zhu Di didn't have much doubts, but went on to ask: "I don't know what kind of Taoism the old man practiced?"

"Tuma, alchemy, Taoism." The old man said slowly.

"Can you demonstrate one or two?" Zhu Di asked, staring at the old man closely.

"Yes." The old Taoist nodded slightly, and said: "The old Taoist will show the emperor a hype." Under the watchful eyes of the emperor and Huang He, he conjured a silver basin out of thin air, and then held the silver plate in one hand and twisted a silver basin in the other. The talisman waved in the air, and he said a spell, the talisman turned into an orange fireball and flew into the basin. After a burst of smoke, the silver basin was filled with clear water.

"Oh! This is amazing!" Huang He was dumbfounded and couldn't help but scream.Although Zhu Di didn't make a sound, the astonishment on his face was no less than Huang He's.

"It's not over!" The old Taoist shouted loudly, and poured the clear water in the silver basin into the sky, and what fell down were thousands of colorful petals!

Smelling the tangy fragrance and seeing the dazzled eyes before him, Zhu Di finally couldn't help but praise: "Good! The Daoist is really good at Taoism!"

The old Taoist returned to the indifferent appearance of the old god, and held a flower in his hand. When he opened his hand, the flower had turned into a Taoist talisman. The old Taoist slowly shook his head and said: "This is just a technique, not a law."

"In my opinion, it's already quite remarkable!" Zhu Di had already believed in the old Taoist three or four points, and his eyes became warm when he saw the old Taoist: "I don't know if the boss will see a doctor?"

The old Taoist shook his head, and said, "The poor Taoist has never practiced medicine..."

Zhu Di's disappointed eyes dimmed, but he heard the old Taoist's words changed: "Because people who practice Taoism are immune to all diseases, what's the use of learning medicine?"

"Then...does the Taoist priest think I can practice Taoism?" Zhu Di's tone also became cautious, lest he would be hit again.

"It's a little late for the emperor's age..." The old Taoist looked Zhu Di up and down, and his shining eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhu Di's internal organs: "Only taking the Nine-turn Dragon and Tiger Pill can make the emperor's dragon weight return to youth. , in order to build a foundation and practice.”

"Nine-turn Dragon Tiger Pill?" Zhu Di asked the old Taoist to talk about it, and he was half-hearted, and he believed it half a dozen times.Looking helplessly at the old Taoist, he asked, "Can this pill cure my illness?"

"Hehe..." The old Taoist laughed inscrutably and said, "The emperor was joking. After taking this Nine-Turn Dragon and Tiger Pill, it can be reborn, cleanse the tendons and change the marrow, and let the emperor's dragon body return to its prime. What do you think? Illness, what is it?"

"Really?" Zhu Di coughed excitedly, realized that he had lost his composure, sat back on the soft couch and said, "Master Daoist, where is this kind of elixir?"

"In the whole world, there is only one poor Taoist who knows how to practice." The old Taoist said slowly, "However, it takes nine days for one revolution, and 81 days for nine revolutions. The refining time is a bit longer."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Zhu Di waved his hand, and immediately ordered Huang He: "Clean up the side hall and give it to the Taoist priest to make alchemy. You are responsible for collecting any materials that the Taoist priest needs! Even the dragon liver and phoenix marrow must be found for the Taoist priest. have you understood?"

"Old slave obeys." Huang He respectfully responded.

Zhu Di caught the life-saving straw, and his spirit improved a lot. He chatted with Daoist Hu about the art of longevity for a while.He also heard that after nine days, the first-turn golden elixir will be released, Zhu Di couldn't help but feel joyful, and his trust in the old Tao couldn't help but increase to seven or eight points.

The conversation was in full swing, and the eunuch outside reported that Zheng He asked to see him.

At this time, Zheng He was not on duty, and there must be something important to ask for a visit, so Zhu Di pressed the button and ordered Huang He to take the old Taoist down so that he could serve him.Only then did Zheng He come in.

When Huang He led the old Taoist out, he met Zheng He face to face, and hurriedly bowed to salute. Zheng He also nodded politely, which was regarded as returning the salute.Seeing the back of Zheng He entering, Huang He couldn't help but secretly resented, no matter how he flattered him, his position in the emperor's heart was still inferior to that of Zheng He.

Huang He looked at Daoist Hu again, his eyes suddenly became warm, and he thought that if he could refine the pill this time and cure the emperor's illness, Zheng He and Ma Sanbao would all have to stand aside!
Taoist Hu still had an inscrutable smile, and the old god was standing there.

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Zheng He went into the bedroom and saw Zhu Di leaning on the back of the chair tiredly.There was a burst of excitement just now, and the emperor's physical strength had been overdrawn.

"Your Majesty," Zheng He didn't talk nonsense, and bowed to report: "Shandong is here to report that Wang Xian has left Jinan and is heading north. He should be arriving in Cangzhou soon."

"How dare he come?" Zhu Di frowned all of a sudden, and repeated with cold eyes: "He dared to come..." After repeating it twice, he looked up at Zheng He and said, "What do you think?"

"In my humble opinion, we may have misunderstood Uncle Zhongyong. He did not stop after receiving the order, and went to Beijing day and night. It should be a clear expression of his heart." Zheng He said softly.He personally had a very good impression of Wang Xian. He always believed that Wang Xian would be the pillar of the Ming Dynasty for decades to come. Even if he didn't have any personal relationships, he wanted to excuse Wang Xian.

"Hmph!" Zhu Di snorted coldly, "If he really has a clear conscience, why did he go to Qingzhou first, then to Jinan, and then to Beijing?"

"He went to Qingzhou to receive an order. As for passing through Jinan... His family is in Jinan, so it's only natural to visit him?" Zheng He said softly.

"He's clearly plotting!" But Zhu Di got angry, and when he got angry, the pain like countless ants biting the joints of his body came back again, which made Zhu Di's expression ferocious, and his voice was even more gloomy and terrible: "Do you think everyone is as kind as you? I think he has arranged for a backup, so he can go to Beijing without fear!"

"The old minister is dull," Zheng He asked slowly, "I don't know what kind of backup he has arranged?"

"The ones in Beijing, the ones in Shandong, and the crown prince have colluded with him a lot. He has a lot to prepare for!" Zhu Di was so painful that his face was beaded with sweat, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he said intermittently: "Zhu Zi , he is no longer afraid of me! He wants to break my wrist with me!"

Zheng He didn't know whether Zhu Di's Zhuzi was referring to Wang Xian or the prince, but no matter which one, it would be a great disaster for the Ming Dynasty!He wanted to persuade the emperor again, but he saw Zhu Di's face was covered with sweat, and he was in pain.Quickly stopped talking, helped Zhu Di to lie down on the bed, and called the imperial doctor to come in and give Zhu Di some acupuncture and massage. The emperor was relieved a bit, but he drove everyone out, and lay alone in the dormitory among.

Zhu Di was lying on the dragon bed full of ailments, looking at the double-shadowed tent roof, trying to raise his hand and rub his eyes, but he couldn't do it anyway, so he could only give up his efforts, sighed on his back, and said sadly in his heart: "The hero is old, and the teacher is rampant..."

If you go back to a few years ago, even this spring, when the dragon body was considered healthy, Zhu Di would not pay attention to Wang Xian at all.But now, the emperor, who was lying on the hospital bed and drowsy, had to admit painfully that as he was getting old and weak, the Ming Dynasty had emerged a force that could challenge the imperial power!
Anyone?Crown Prince, Wang Xian, or the White Lotus Sect?One name after another circled in Zhu Di's mind, and finally it was fixed on Wang Xian.

After thinking about it, Zhu Di found out with horror that Wang Xian was a more terrifying opponent than the White Lotus Sect and the prince!Although the White Lotus Sect has many soldiers and is powerful, its foundation is shallow, and at best it can only be a victim.The prince's foundation is deep, and he responds to all calls, but even if he had the guts, he would not dare to commit the act of killing the king and father!Only Wang Xian, although seemingly alone, can use the power of the White Lotus Sect and the prince for his own use at the same time, and is even more ruthless, even daring to kill the prince and grandson. How dare you put a knife on the emperor's neck!
Thinking of this, Zhu Di felt chills on his neck, and now he woke up completely, and began to carefully calculate how to deal with the situation in front of him!

After tossing and turning until the fourth watch, Zhu Di said slowly, "Call Zheng He."

Zheng He was waiting outside the hall. Upon hearing the order, he hurried to the hall, knelt down in front of the emperor's bed, and asked softly, "What orders does the emperor have?"

"A few things, you go and do it." Zhu Di looked at Zheng He's aging face and hissed, "Send someone to stop Wang Xian immediately and let him return to Shandong."

(End of this chapter)