I am a fairy

Chapter 223 Remember to watch the weather forecast
Within the imperial city.

"Drag down."

Emperor Wen Changxing said angrily as he looked at the eunuch who had returned from the Yunzhong Palace Temple.

"Have mercy, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... It has nothing to do with me... I can't do anything..."

At this time, no matter how he shouted, the other monks on both sides dragged him away. If he shouted a few more words, they even blocked his mouth.

After venting his anger, the fear and helplessness that made him feel at ease once again rose from the bottom of Wen Changxing's heart.

At this time, a eunuch in a red robe came over, and when he saw the eunuch being dragged away, he raised his hand to ask him to stop, then knelt on the ground and said.

"Your Majesty, this servant cannot die!"

The anger that Emperor Wen Changxing had just vented suddenly surged up again after hearing these words.

Wen Changxing's eyes also turned red, and he stared at the red-robed eunuch who was speaking.

"I am the Son of Heaven, I can't control the heavens or the earth, can't I even kill a dog slave?"

Under the emperor Wen Changxing's gaze, the red-robed eunuch knelt on the ground and spoke hurriedly.

"Your Majesty, this is not what I want to say."

"A slave can die if he dies, but the life and death of a dog slave is nothing but a piece of grass. What's the point of taking care of it?"

"but……"

Wen Changxing then asked: "But what?"

The red-robed eunuch said, "But just now, His Majesty sent him to the Yunzhong Palace Temple. As soon as he came back, he died. This..."

Wen Changxing: "You mean, what will the Imperial Master think?"

The red-robed eunuch said, "The Imperial Master is a person from heaven. He certainly knows that Your Majesty is sincere in worshipping the gods. How could he care about these things, let alone a servant? However, it is inevitable that some people inside and outside the court will think too much and think that there is a rift between Your Majesty and the Imperial Master."

"If I take the opportunity to incite or exploit these villains, I'm worried that there will be trouble!"

After hearing this, Wen Changxing swallowed his saliva.

After hearing what the red-robed eunuch said, Wen Changxing instantly became much more sober and felt a cool breeze behind his head.

To be honest, there were some problems with his access to the throne, even though he inherited it as the crown prince.

However, the death of the late emperor was strange, and before his death there were rumors that he had stopped the imperial master's carriage and wanted to kill the late emperor. When the late emperor died, he did not say that he would inherit the throne, and there was even a hint that he planned to let the King of Huaicheng succeed to the throne.

As a result, the previous emperor died suddenly. He killed a large number of his old ministers and then drowned the King of Huaicheng in the river, which made the kings and princes everywhere feel insecure.

You know, these kings and princes have military power.

Apart from anything else, Wen Ji, the Prince of Lucheng, who governs Yin and Yong states, and his son Wen Shenyou, who have infiltrated Bashu and now control it, can together conquer the Wu Dynasty.

You said that these two people had no idea about the throne of the Wu Dynasty, and Wen Changxing himself didn't believe it.

If it weren't for the presence of the Imperial Master Linghua, the world would have been in chaos long ago. None of the ambitious princes could have submitted to Wen Changxing, not even the King of Huaicheng, who would have surrendered so easily and been willing to die.

But it was precisely because Linghua Jun was stationed in the capital that in the eyes of everyone, he, the Son of Heaven and the Emperor, seemed to be no longer so important. Anyway, whether he was alive or dead, the world would not be in chaos.

If at this time, a word came from the capital.

"The emperor and the imperial teacher are at odds with each other."

Wen Changxing felt that someone might lead troops into the capital soon to execute this treacherous and tyrannical emperor on behalf of the national teacher.

When Wen Changxing thought of this, he felt anxious and scared.

"Shouldn't the emperor be the ruler of the world? How come it's my turn to be the emperor, and there are evil monks and evildoers everywhere, and traitors everywhere!"

At this time, Wen Changxing saw many eyes looking at him.

It seems to be saying: "You are not yet the true Son of Heaven."

Although the words were not spoken, Wen Changxing felt it keenly.

There was no talking or response in the hall, but Wen Changxing's defense was broken.

He shouted: "I am the Son of Heaven, I am the Mandate of Heaven, I am the successor to the throne, I am the Supreme Being."

As he spoke, tears began to stream down his face.

"I...I...I am so frustrated to be the emperor."

Wen Changxing felt very aggrieved. Although he was middle-aged, he was as sad as a child.

The red-robed eunuch consoled him: "Your Majesty, please cheer up!"

Wen Changxing said: "If you need to be strong to become the emperor, then what's the point of being the emperor? What's the fun of being the emperor? It's better to take off this dragon robe and be a free and easy prince."

If I cannot do whatever I want, then isn't it useless to be the emperor?
But everyone looked at Wen Changxing and thought to themselves.

The last free and easy prince died at the bottom of the river because of your words, and he still hasn't closed his eyes yet!
Wen Changxing finally sighed and waved his hands. He was not strong enough at the beginning, and he never was strong enough afterwards.

"Let him go, let him go."

"Don't show up in front of me from now on. Get him to get out of here."

Afterwards, they saw a group of gagged eunuchs being escorted outside the main hall, and then the eunuchs were released.

The monk kept knocking his head and it was broken.

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded in the clear sky.

"Boom!"

The emperor and everyone in the hall immediately looked up at the sky. Wen Changxing even ran out of the hall, but walked into the corridor and did not dare to go out. He stuck his head out to look outside.

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty, the time has come."

Wen Changxing frowned when he heard this. He was used to thinking too much and always felt that the words "the time has come" were like saying that his death had come.

Thinking of the recent rumors, Wen Changxing became more and more uneasy.

There was a Taoist official in the palace, who was invited to report to Wen Changxing immediately.

"Just now, the gods in the world have received the decree from the Ninth Heaven."

"The law of heaven!"

"At the hour of You, there will be violent storms and heavy rain, and hail will fall in the southwest of the capital."

Yun Zhongjun was fighting with God. God wanted it to rain, to send wind and hail, and he couldn't stop it.

But Yun Zhongjun could make the wind, rain and hailstorms sent by God to fall back, but it was up to him to decide where they would fall.

Wen Changxing: "It has nothing to do with the King of Huaicheng?"

The Taoist priest said, "The law of heaven has issued an order to the ghosts and gods, and to the Dragon King and the divine bird Shangyang, that if the rain falls in the wrong place, in the wrong position, the dragons and gods must be killed."

"This is a matter known to all, and has nothing to do with the King of Huaicheng."

Wen Changxing breathed a sigh of relief, but still spoke.

"Hurry up and invite Master Nianhua Monk to come."

Even if it has nothing to do with the King of Huaicheng, what would happen if the vengeful spirit of the King of Huaicheng took advantage of the strange changes in the world to sneak into the palace to claim lives?

After experiencing many dreams of evil ghosts, Wen Changxing firmly believed that the evil ghost of King Huaicheng wanted to take his life.

Monks can send away ghosts and save ghosts, and the monk who picks flowers is said to be able to enter the Yellow Spring River.

In the past, when Wen Changxing was repeatedly attacked by evil spirits in his dreams, he would ask the other party to perform a ritual, and this time was no exception.

Thunder roared in clear skies everywhere, and the divine bird Shangyang appeared.

Then we saw the wind and rain suddenly coming.

People in the capital city first felt stuffy and the air was hot and dry, but not long after, the air began to drop sharply until it was as cold as the coldest month of winter.

The originally clear sky became unusually dark and gray-green because the cumulonimbus clouds that were forming in the distance blocked the sunlight.

Then, a black or dark gray wall of clouds slowly moved over the horizon.

Eventually, it completely covered the sky above Huajing City.

It was clearly still dusk, but the city of Huajing was completely dark, as if night had already fallen.

In the dim light, a group of people walked through the corridor of the palace.

"Master, this way please!"

"Thank you, Li Jian!"

The monk picking flowers led his disciples to the palace again.

The emperor and he seemed to have forgotten what happened in Xinkong Mountain before. The monk was thick-skinned and didn't take it seriously. The emperor had no other "trusted" "expert" to rely on, so he could only rely on the monk.

By the time the group arrived at the palace and met the emperor, it was already pitch dark outside and the only way to see inside the palace was by candlelight.

Heavy rain began to fall outside, soaking many palace servants.

In the palace, the emperor summoned the monk, and he looked very warm with a smile on his face.

Wen Changxing: "Thank you, Master."

The monk bowed and said, "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light flashed in the darkness outside the palace.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared, and the blazing white light obscured all the candles in the palace.

But despite the shining light, everyone felt that the surroundings were even darker.

Emperor Wen Changxing looked over.

The palace was dark and crowded with people, and it was impossible to tell who was who, or whether they were humans or ghosts.

In an instant, the warmth on his face disappeared without a trace, and he looked at the shadow with an extremely nervous expression, especially the one that secretly wanted to get close to him. He thought that each one of them might be the King of Huaicheng.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

The emperor immediately stood up and shouted.

"Who?"

The lightning between heaven and earth disappeared, and the candlelight illuminated the faces of the people in front of them. They were the flower-picking monk and the red-robed eunuch.

The emperor then sat down, his hands shaking, and spoke with forced calmness.

"Master, please quickly perform a ritual to suppress the evil spirits that are trying to cause trouble in secret."

The monk clearly saw the emperor's trembling hands, but pretended not to see it.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I am here!"

As the sutras were being chanted, the weather outside became increasingly severe.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, as if a fierce battle was going on between heaven and earth.

Then, the rain finally fell.

"Boom!"

"Boom!" In the shining of thunder, the rain fell from afar like white hair, bringing with it icy air, as if to freeze the heaven and earth.

The heavy rain poured down from the sky like a waterfall, instantly submerging the earth in a curtain of water.

In this violent storm, the wind was howling.

At the same time, hail arrived as expected.

They vary in size, some are as big as soybeans, and some are as big as eggs.

These cold, hard objects fell from the sky, from the heavens, and landed on the ground in piles.

But it was not in Huajing, but another place not far to the southwest. At this moment Huajing was only affected by the wind and rain.

But in the eyes of everyone, this scene was already terrifying.

The strong wind made the rubble on the roof rustle, and the rain poured in from outside unstoppably, like the roar of a demon.

The candles were extinguished one after another, and the palace maids outside were blown to and fro. They could not stand in the strong wind. They were swaying left and right like weeds, and some even rolled on the ground.

Some people couldn't bear it and screamed.

Wen Changxing was deeply shocked when he saw this scene. He remembered the scene when the previous emperor died and also remembered his brother in the water.

"Escort!"

"Escort!"

"Here he comes, he comes."

Wen Changxing screamed in the hall. The tragic death of the late emperor and the wronged soul of his brother became his everlasting nightmare.

"Where is the wizard?"

"Where is Master Kong Hui?"

"Master, come and save me!"

Then, the Flower-Picking Monk was seen walking out of the darkness and standing in front of Wen Changxing like a wall.

"His Majesty!"

"I am here."

Wen Changxing grabbed the flower-picking monk's arm as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw. His face turned pale and his lips were bloodless.

The Monk Picking a Flower looked at this scene. The other party was the Son of Heaven, the emperor, but he was facing the might of heaven, ghosts and gods, life and death, but he looked like this.

I feel so confused and helpless.

He felt more and more how insignificant human beings are in this world, and that only great magical powers could save and liberate all living beings from suffering.

"Between life and death, there is great terror!"

“How can we face life and death, how can we transcend life and death, and how can we save people from this sea of ​​suffering in this world?”

"Only when everyone in the world knows that there is reincarnation and that good and evil will be rewarded, when everyone does good and seeks good results, and when everyone is blessed, perhaps when facing life and death, they will not be so hesitant and uneasy!"

Unfortunately, although he had found the door to reincarnation and death, he was never able to truly enter.

Although the principle of reincarnation and cause and effect that he wanted to promote had been widely spread to other places, he still had not achieved the result he wanted.

He wandered around the Yellow Springs River again and again, but was never able to go deep into it.

In this regard, he could not go as far as the Yin-Yang Taoist.

Sometimes he also wanted to abandon this stinking body and escape into the underworld like the Yin-Yang Taoist, but he was different from the Yin-Yang Taoist. The Yin-Yang Taoist had two Taoists, Ao and He, to inherit his mantle, but he, the Monk Picking Flowers, had no such people.

Moreover, unlike the Yin-Yang Taoist priests who seek immortality, what he seeks is broader and he wants more.

Therefore, if his theory of reincarnation and the teachings of the scriptures fail to truly spread throughout the nine provinces one day, he will not be able to escape into the netherworld as easily as the Yin-Yang Taoist to seek the true path.

Think of the Yin-Yang Taoist.

The flower-picking monk Konghui looked at Emperor Wen Changxing, and suddenly a thought came to his mind.

"If I can convert this emperor Wen Changxing, he will become a disciple of my Buddhist sect."

"how?"

"Can I spread my teachings throughout the world so that everyone can believe in my teachings of reincarnation and karma?"

That Taoist priest can do it, but I, a monk, can’t?
Moreover, it was not the first time that the Monk Picking Flowers had done such a thing. One of his disciples was the former ruler of the Western Regions, not to mention the three monks who came later and who did not steal, rob or plunder.

These are the things that made him famous all over the world. Take the recent story of the three monks who never steal, rob or rob. Now that their story has spread, it has warned so many people and made so many evil people turn back.

If it were possible to convert this emperor to Buddhism and make him a disciple who recites scriptures under him, it would be even more shocking than the Taoist Yin-Yang master's power over life and death.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

As for whether there would be any problems if an emperor was treated like this.

The monk holding the flower thought to himself, "He is not a real dragon."

What is there to be afraid of a southern snake without the protection of dragon energy?

When people see that an emperor has no destiny and no dragon spirit, all kinds of monsters and demons will surround him. The emperor looks more like a piece of fat meat that can be taken at will than the lofty ruler of the Nine Provinces.

It is a means of personal advancement and a means of attaining enlightenment.

Emperor Wen Changxing didn't know what the dragon son Suanni said.

"Looking at your appearance and momentum, you don't look like a real dragon at all. At most, you are just a snake in a quagmire."

What are the consequences.

He felt disgusted and panicked at the time, and instinctively felt that he had lost his imperial dignity, but he didn't know what exactly he had lost at that moment.

The wind and rain outside were getting stronger and stronger. Something seemed to be hitting the rubble overhead, and it sounded like a demon was crawling on top of the palace, turning over the bricks and tiles.

At this moment Wen Changxing was frightened and looked around.

At this time, the monk holding the flower was sitting upright on the ground, calm and composed like a bronze statue.

"Good, good, good!"

"It is easy to get rid of evil spirits, but it is difficult to get rid of evil spirits in your heart!"

"Your Majesty, all of this is caused by the dark demons in your heart."

Wen Changxing: "How to get rid of this dark demon in my heart."

The monk had a kind face and clasped his hands together in a bow.

"If you follow me and recite this mantra, you will know where life comes from and where death goes, and thus understand the various causes and effects in this world."

“Only by knowing life and death can one not fear life and death, and ultimately transcend life and death.”

But no one knew what the monk was thinking at this moment. He was just panicked and wanted to grab a life-saving straw.

Listen to what the monk says and immediately do what he says.

It is indeed different from what Emperor Wen Changxing thought. Taoist priests want to die, but monks don’t.

But this monk doesn't want money, he wants his people.

The strong wind blew for half the night.

The rain finally stopped.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that spring had gone and winter had come outside the city.

In a wild mountain and forest not far from the city, hailstones as small as pebbles and as big as duck eggs were so dense that they dyed the earth white, like a thick layer of ice and snow, as if returning to the coldest twelfth month of the year.

Everyone was amazed. If the hail had moved a little further to the side, it would have fallen into Huajing City.

"The magical powers of the gods are truly incredible. They can predict where and when to land, and it's accurate to the minute."

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that it's exactly the same, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it's almost the same.

"Last night, countless people saw a Ba Xia coming ashore at the Donghua River. Its huge body and shell were like a mountain in the wind and rain. It must be the dragon that makes it rain."

"Lord Yunzhong has issued an order, specifying the time limit and points. This dragon still dares to make a random move or make a wrong move. Isn't he afraid of going to the dragon-slaying platform?"

Some people went deep into the devastated mountain and saw even more miraculous sights.

Amidst the vast expanse of white snow, someone could faintly see a blue-green Shangyang bird dancing in the snowy wasteland.

Finally, it flapped its wings and flew into the clouds.
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Yun Zhongjun descended riding a green divine bird.

The Tanggu airport was soaked, and there was a lot of debris blown in from nowhere.

The feathers covering his body were retracted, and the immortal sitting cross-legged on the divine bird opened his eyes and slowly took off the transparent cover on his head.

The woman in palace dress came over and Yun Zhongjun handed her the transparent cover.

Yun Zhongjun: "Where did you get the inspiration for this design?"

Wangshu: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the design?"

Yun Zhongjun: "When I put it on, I suddenly felt like a celestial dragon, and also like a space suit."

Wangshu: "Tianren, it makes sense to wear a space suit!"

After entering the Great Sun Temple, Jiang Chao immediately checked the overall situation this time. It can be said that most of it was in line with expectations. Some parts were shifted, but because of advance calculations, it did not cause too much impact and change.

This kind of influence and control over the overall celestial phenomena completely exceeded Jiang Chao's expectations.

"Are you too strong?"

"Or is it that the monster is too powerful?"

"When combined together, they can actually affect and change the weather in some areas?"

Jiang Chao suddenly remembered what the weather forecaster Yueshen said: the real weather forecast is not for her to predict the weather, but the weather in the world will become what she predicts.

Although it still seems like a joke now, who knows if it will really become like this one day.

but.

Regardless, the results this time are still very obvious.

Yun Zhongjun cultivated some great magical powers to influence and control the celestial phenomena. He rode the Shangyang bird to travel through the sky and successfully solved the problem.

However, when Yun Zhongjun was about to take a break.

Wangshu's projection appeared behind him and spoke in his ear.

"Remember to watch the weather forecast at 7:30 tonight."

That feeling was like the whisper uttered by Yama when he was reading the Book of Life and Death.

"?"

Yun Zhongjun turned around and saw that Wangshu's shadow had disappeared into the air.

Half past seven in the evening.

Yun Zhongjun sat in front of the screen seriously, and watched it for a long time, even watching the ending song from beginning to end. It can be summarized in one sentence.

"Tomorrow will be mostly sunny."

After being tricked once, Yun Zhongjun switched to listening to the weather forecast on a loud radio the next day, and he placed it in the farthest corner.

From the popular weather forecaster, the Moon Goddess who became out of fashion in an instant, her chatter was transmitted down from the nine heavens.

"When will another natural disaster come?"

(End of this chapter)