The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Even though it was early in the morning, the scorching summer day still made people feel hot and dry.

Out of the hundred civil and military officials that used to be gathered in the throne room, there were only less than 300 people left.

The plague only got worse and worse. Not only did the poor and poor suffer from the plague, even the officials and officials, who were not high enough and had insufficient luck, were affected by it.

This was also the reason why the emperor was in such a rush. As long as the problem of the plague was not resolved, the emperor would not be able to rest at ease.

"Your Majesty, the plague is getting worse and worse. The people are seething with resentment now. If we don't deal with it now, we might not be able to survive!"

Standing in front of the officials, the prime minister held the ivory jade cup in his hand, and with a serious expression, he began to admonish the emperor.

"That's right. People are already panicking inside the Bianliang City. If it's like this in the past, it might cause a lot of trouble!"

"A few days ago, Lord Kou had already passed away from illness. Is it going to end like this?"

"Your Majesty, I suggest that we open a altar to offer sacrifice to the heavens, and ask for the grace of the heavens to save the lives of tens of thousands of people!"

All the officials were talking, none of them looked relaxed. At this moment, there was no longer any scheming or scheming. Everyone was having a headache because of the plague.

If it were any other day, the emperor would definitely fly into a rage upon hearing such words and curse at the trash of a hundred officials, unable to come up with a solution to the problem.

However, today, the Emperor's expression was very relaxed. As he looked at all the officials within the hall speaking, a trace of satisfaction could be seen in his eyes.

"Silence, how can the imperial court be as noisy as a bustling city? Everyone here is a pillar of our nation, why not listen to His Majesty's thoughts!"

At first, the emperor was interested in listening to the officials' speeches, but as soon as they started whispering to each other, they were unable to stop themselves. After listening for a long time, the emperor would naturally become impatient. Under the directions of the emperor, the old eunuch shouted out in a high-pitched voice.

Sure enough, the eunuch's shout that was filled with inner strength suppressed the voices of all the civil and military officials in the imperial court. The hall immediately quieted down, and all of the officials looked towards the emperor sitting on the dragon throne.

"We are all worried about our country and our people, and I am very pleased with this fact. [Plague is everywhere. The people don't live peacefully. It has become a knot in my heart.] However, fortunately, the blessing of heaven, Liang City can bring down immortals, to solve the misfortunes of the common people. "Eunuch, there is no need to worry. We have already made our decision!"

The moment the emperor spoke, the entire hall went silent. This was the majesty that belonged to the emperor. With a country at stake, mortals were not allowed to disobey.

The civil and military officials had different expressions when the emperor finished speaking. Some were happy, some frowned, and some were skeptical.

"Your Majesty, the word of a deity has always been illusory and indistinct. This matter concerns the lives of the common people of Li. It must not be a joke!"

The Prime Minister was already over seventy years old and had been the Emperor for three generations. He was an honorable elder of three dynasties and an old official of a supporting country. In terms of prestige, he was even more powerful than the Emperor.

Although there were many signs of life in this world, not everyone could see it.

The Prime Minister had lived for more than seventy years, had lived for many years, had read a great deal of holy books when he was young, had worked hard in his middle years on the ways of healing the people, and had always been critical of the theory of immortals. If this was not child's play, then what was the emperor of a country putting the country's affairs on the shoulders of the ethereal immortal?

Like the old Prime Minister, there were many officials who did not believe in ghosts and gods. They rushed forward to remonstrate, afraid that the Emperor would mislead them and mislead them.

"There is no need to speak anymore, we have our own decisions to make. Anyone who questions our decision will not be forgiven!"

Seeing so many people rejecting him, the emperor was enraged. He slapped the table in front of him and stood up to look at the officials.

As the emperor, no one would be happy if an official questioned him. Not to mention the emperor, even ordinary people would not be happy if they were denied by others.

"Your Majesty, you are the Ninth Paragon, the world's ruler …"

"Shut your mouth, can we really harm our people?" Whoever dares to speak anymore will be beheaded without mercy! "

The emperor's aggressive eyes interrupted the old prime minister who continued to speak on the spot. The old prime minister, who had been indulging in debauchery all year round, seemed to be roaring like a real dragon. The officials were so frightened that they didn't dare to say anything. Even if he was to be his assistant emperor for several generations, the upright and honest old prime minister would keep his mouth shut, not daring to refute the emperor at this time.

When the man got angry, blood splashed all over the five steps. The Son of Heaven was angry, and blood flowed!

These words were definitely not false. With the authority of the Emperor, the subjects would not dare to resist, and they would not be able to. Only an official with a dragon's soul would be able to resist, and such a person would not be suppressed by the Emperor.

Looking around, none of the officials dared to meet his gaze. Only then did the emperor nod his head, feeling satisfied with his majesty. He then calmly spoke to the old eunuch beside him, "Announce to the audience, Sage Li!"

With a smile on his face, the eunuch glanced at the old Prime Minister provocatively before releasing his high-pitched voice to shout, "His Majesty has decreed that we shall grant an audience with the Apostle Li Dao!"

As the eunuch's voice traveled out of the hall in waves, the old prime minister put his hands under his sleeves and lowered his head. The veins on his forehead were popping out and his eyes were filled with hatred.

As a loyal prime minister, he naturally hated the eunuchs around the emperor and the misguided citizens.

Suppressing his anger, the Prime Minister made up his mind that once the demonic path entered the palace, he would reveal the true nature of the demonic path in front of all the officials. He definitely would not allow the evil way to bewitch the Emperor and bring disaster upon the people.

Since ancient times, the Emperor had sought the path of immortality, but the subjects hated the Taoism, believing that the Daoism demon bewitched the Emperor to expend his people's energy to refine pills and medicine, causing the rivers and mountains to tremble.

It was very natural for emperors to speak their language. Even commoners yearned for immortality, let alone an emperor.

This was also the difference between Dao Buddhism and Dao Buddhism. The Daoists refined alchemy and pursued immortality while Buddhism advocated the afterlife. It was strange that emperors would have a favorable impression of the buddhist faith.

The old eunuch's voice transmitted outside the hall with great penetrative power. All of the officials within the hall cast their gazes towards the entrance, wanting to see what the Immortal Daoist Master who the Emperor spoke of looked like.

Hearing the old eunuch's voice, Li Dao lifted his clothes and entered the palace hall.

Lin Mu followed closely behind Li Dao. He had always been half a step behind, and was fully aware of his responsibilities as a lackey.

The moment Li Dao entered the hall, he felt a lot of unfriendly gazes converging on him. Some were skeptical, some were filled with hatred.

Li Daoyi ignored the stares. He walked to the front of the emperor with large strides, cupped his hands, and said, "Unofficial Fang, Li Dao greets Your Majesty!"

In front of the civil and military officials, it was best to give the Emperor face. Even if Li Dao did not take the Emperor too seriously.

Lin Mu also followed Li Dao's example and cupped his hands. With Li Dao, a master and grandmaster, by his side, his waist was much harder than before. When he saw the Emperor, he did not even bother bowing.

"I am very pleased to hear that Daoist Master Li has been granted the title of Grand Song Empire's Imperial Advisor and has been bestowed with the title of Daoist Master of Absolute beginning Xuan Yuan, and have bestowed upon him the title of Daolord of Absolute Beginning Xuan Yuan …"

Under the directions of the emperor, the old eunuch picked up the yellow imperial edict, enunciated each word, and began to read it aloud.

The officials were in an uproar as their expressions were all different. How could a teacher of a country be a child's play, bestowed such a title?

"Li Dao, why aren't you accepting the decree?"

After reading the imperial edict, the eunuch shouted at Li Dao.

Li Dao took two steps forward and was about to receive the imperial edict when an old voice filled with vigor rang out, setting off waves in the sea of anger.

"Hold it, Your Majesty. This old subject has an objection!"

The Prime Minister held Yu Hu with both of his hands, opening his mouth and interrupting Li Dao's action of accepting the edict with a serious face.