Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

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

In the 20th year of Kangping, under the governance of Emperor Kangping, Da'an has changed from a once devastated and chaotic world to a prosperous country where the people live and work in peace and contentment.

When it comes to Emperor Kangping, people's comments are complicated. The nobles fear him more than respect him, because in the 20 years when 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 nobles were damaged, and they were naturally dissatisfied. However, Emperor Kangping did not advocate a policy of appeasement. He used tough means. He dared to weaken the nobles and also dared to confront the nobles.

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 fully control the military power, but could point and fight the troops in various regions of Da'an. It is true that the nobles are huge, but do they dare to compete with millions of armed forces?

Because of this, although the nobles were dissatisfied, they did not dare to forcefully confront the imperial power. Emperor Kangping was able to show his strength and govern Da'an in an orderly manner, making it a great country that hundreds of countries came to congratulate.

He was strong but loved the people, so he naturally made the people love him and hoped that such a good emperor could live forever.

However, there are always times when things go against one's wishes.

In the late autumn of October in the 20th year of Kangping, Emperor Kangping was seriously ill, and Da'an once again ushered in the moment of a change of dynasty.

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, after the mourning period was over, he refused to select concubines on the grounds that he was busy with state affairs, his dragon body was not in good health, and he was not energetic enough.

When the prince turned 15, he decided on the prince's princess and two concubines in one breath. When the prince got married at the age of 16, he announced that he would never select concubines, so his harem had only the deceased Queen Jingmin and two concubines without children.

In fact, the court officials had already guessed that Emperor Kangping was a man who was devoted to governing the country and would never spend time and energy on love affairs, so they had been trying to give birth to a girl.

If Emperor Kangping did not have a harem, then the prince would always have one. When the prince got married, he would have one concubine and two concubines. Later, when the grandson was born, there would be new people entering the East Palace, and they would be relieved.

It would be good if the prince did not learn from his father.

At present, Emperor Kangping was about to pass away. On the surface, everyone was very sad, but in fact, it was hard to say how many people were secretly happy in their hearts.

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

Although Emperor Kangping had been on the throne for twenty years, he was not yet at the age of knowing the destiny, just because he was injured in the battle with the demons. Although he had been carefully conditioning these years, he had injured his foundation in the end, and he had been busy with state affairs, so his life span was naturally not long.

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

"It's my great blessing that you can send me off." 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, and it can also extend my life for a year."

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

Qin Liuxi came up to him and gave him a huge fortune. He accepted it, and in a few years he became the master of the country without any drag. It was indeed a huge fortune, 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 stalls alive. He was exhausted and worried.

No other reason, just to live up to Qin Liuxi's trust.

Yes, later he figured it out. Rather than saying that Qin Liuxi gave this wealth to him, it is better to say that she entrusted the world to him. Otherwise, there are many people for her to choose, why him?

Fortunately, he did not live up to that person's trust.

He can leave with peace of mind.

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

"I'm tired." Qi Qian's wrinkled face showed a faint smile: "In fact, I never thought about being the master of the world from the beginning to the end. Your master found me and took it with gritted teeth. Fortunately, I didn't embarrass myself. As for this country, long live the emperor, will it really live forever? Impossible. Just like the emperor can't live forever, how can the country be named Qi forever for thousands of years?"

Qi Qian looked at the carved dragon bed. Hua, said: "This country can be in the Qi family, and naturally it can be in someone else's family. I have defended it, and my mission is accomplished. Whether the next generation can defend it is not something I can control. It's all fate. If the Qi family's fate has come to an end, it will not be his turn to set the rules. I have taught everything I should teach. From now on, how the country will be depends on the next 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 can't wait for your master to return. If she can send me away, I will have no regrets in this life."

Teng Zhao was silent. For twenty years, the fire of karma has never been seen.

"You have done enough for her. The spirit of the master in heaven will be relieved."

Qi Qian was frugal all his life. His harem was quiet, and he didn't spend much or waste money. The only thing he spent a lot of money on was building a temple for Qin Liuxi, sculpting a golden statue, honoring him as the Immortal Lord, for the world to worship and remember, and the incense was very popular.

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

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

Qi Qian felt it, shook his head slightly, and wanted to say not to waste it.

"Your Majesty, the fourth son is here."

"Announce."

Teng Zhao sat upright and looked at the entrance of the bedroom. A little eunuch walked in with a chubby and stupid-looking child.

The child was only five or six years old, but he was so fat that his eyes were squeezed into a slit. The clothes he wore seemed to be about to burst. His face was black and blue, and he looked particularly miserable. I don't know where he fell.

Too fat!

Teng Zhao frowned.

This fatness is not real fatness, but phantom fatness, which is caused by the accumulation of various supplements.

His fate is even worse, the kind of extremely unlucky, all four pillars and eight characters are flawed, and the five elements are in conflict with each other. When he was born, he had to go through a life-and-death test. His mother had a difficult delivery and he almost suffocated to death in the birth canal. When he fell, he only had one breath left. He was finally rescued. I don’t know how much manpower and energy were spent on maintenance, but even so, all kinds of illnesses followed one after another, and he had to take medicine every day.

He lived to the age of five with bumps and bruises, all thanks to the protection of the emperor's spirit, but from the age of five, he began to encounter all kinds of dangers. He would fall down when walking, and he would drown even if there were people in front of him when taking a bath. When his brothers fought, he would suffer. In short, he was born unlucky. After 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 mothers to protect them are the most disadvantaged. Qi Mingyun has such a physique, but Qi Qian knew about it and specifically told him that he could live to this age. Otherwise, if he didn't keep up with the medicine for a day, he might die. How could he become such a puffy man?

Teng Zhao was both headache and disgusted. Could he change his apprentice? This kid was a big trouble, and he hated trouble.

But the master said that he was destined to have only one apprentice. This year, he felt that the master and apprentice were destined to be together, so he made a fortune and found that the man was in the palace. He took the opportunity to give Qi Qian acupuncture and change the prescription, so he went to investigate.

I can't believe that he has gained weight since the last time I saw him.

Qi Mingyun knelt down and bowed to Qi Qian, looking at him with some fear, and asked stutteringly: "Grandfather, are you feeling better? I wonder why you called your grandson here?"

After he bowed 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 hurt.

However, after meeting, the causal line between the two of them was instantly connected, and he had to believe it.

Qi Qian pointed at Teng Zhao and said: "Mingyun, would you like to enter the Tao with this immortal?"

He didn't expect that his bloodline would enter the Tao, and he would be Teng Zhao's disciple. When he proposed to accept this seemingly immature child as his disciple, he once doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

Is there anything extraordinary about this child?

Qi Mingyun blinked and asked: "What is entering the Tao?"

"It means going to the Taoist temple to learn the five arts of Xuanmen, yes, a monk."

Qi Mingyun was stunned. A monk, the kind that can't eat meat?

He lowered his head, so he was destined to be an unwanted child?

Teng Zhao looked at the obviously ill-fitting and old clothes on the child and said, "Child, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

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

Is this man in front of him a monk? But he is not bald. Although he wears a plain robe, there are some strange patterns embroidered on the robe, and his hair is pinned with a wooden hairpin.

He looks very young and handsome, and his momentum is very cold. He doesn't look like a monk. He gives people the feeling that he is very powerful, more powerful than his grandfather.

He looks very stern!

Teng Zhao saw that he didn't say anything, so he said, "You can only live if you become a monk. Otherwise, with your fate, you will not live to be ten years old."

Qi Qian is still alive. The people below are worried that he may remember this grandson at any time, so they dare not do anything to the child. But if Qi Qian dies, this poor child will not live long with his unlucky 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, and he said, "Xuan Yi Zhenren is a man of great ability. His master is Bu Qiu Xianjun in 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. After you enter the Tao, you will no longer be a member of the royal family. Follow the master to practice and understand the Tao. Don't get involved in worldly affairs, especially royal affairs. Don't care, listen, or care. It will not benefit you. When you practice and get the Tao, from now on, you have the final say on your Tao."

Qi Mingyun listened and pursed his slightly pale lips. He knelt down in front of him and kowtowed three times: "Then I, Mingyun, bid farewell to my royal grandfather. May my royal grandfather be healthy and live long."

Three kowtows made his forehead red. After he stood up, he knelt down in front of Teng Zhao again: "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 precept that anyone who dares to betray the master will be punished to death. You, remember it!"

Qi Mingyun, no, it should be called Changdu from now on. He felt a warmth on his forehead, as if something entered from the top of his head and then spread throughout his body. It was warm and very comfortable.

Is this a blessing from touching the top? In this case, there seems to be nothing wrong with practicing Taoism. If you don’t eat meat, don’t eat meat.

Later he learned that it was called spiritual power and merit.

Just like when his master accepted a disciple, when he named him a disciple, he also gave him a ray of merit. This was a blessing and a talisman, and he would do the same in the future. This is inheritance.

Teng Zhao looked at his apprentice's chubby and soft face. Through him, he seemed to see himself back then, and his eyes were slightly warm.

Master, it has been twenty years, and my disciple already has a disciple to pass on to him. Can you embark on your return journey?

In November of the 20th year of Kangping, Emperor Kangping died. In the winter of the same year, the prince's fourth son died of illness. The following year, the prince ascended the throne and changed his reign to Yongyan.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Teng Zhao once again came out of the underworld disappointed and took his new disciple to the tomb of Qin Liuxi.

Feng Xiu was leaning in front of the stone tablet that had traces of time as always. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the child beside Teng Zhao, feeling very disgusted.

Teng Zhao stepped forward, offered a round of wine to his master, and asked Changdu to kneel down and kowtow, telling him who the monument was erected for.

Changdu's little face was so white that he didn't understand why he came to this strange-looking place in the blink of an eye from Qingping Temple. When the master asked him to close his eyes, he closed them obediently. He felt a chill all over his body, like A ghost touched him.

But he was an honest child. When Teng Zhao asked him to kneel down, he knelt down honestly and paid homage to his master. He also imitated Teng Zhao and drank libations. After a round of libations, he fainted on the snow.

Feng Xiu's mouth twitched: "Apprentice? Weak chicken!"

Teng Zhao said helplessly: "Master said that you can only have one disciple, and it's him."

Feng Xiu snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that before your master comes back, he will report to the Palace of Hell. It's hard to say whether he will see you or not."

Teng Zhao had long been accustomed to his venomous words, so he turned around and went to catch his apprentice.

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

"What?"

Changdu clenched his fists and said, "I said, I can see the master."

She also said that she has a long life.

Feng Xiu was startled and looked at each other with Teng Zhao. They both looked at the stone tablet at the same time.

"This, this word just disappeared, right?"

Feng Xiu pointed to the words on the stone tablet. The word Qin was suddenly missing a stroke.

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