I am a fairy

Chapter 295 Entering the Dragon Court

The palace of Luojing was built like three mountains.

One is the Imperial Master's Mansion, one is the Imperial Temple for worshipping the Dragon Court gods and ghosts, and the one in the middle is the main hall.

These three "mountains" can be seen from every corner of the city.

It is shocking enough to see it during the day and marvel at the grandeur and magnificence of this divine capital.

And at night.

The lights in the pavilions and halls were bright, and one could seem to see the figures of palace servants and guards hurrying by.

The lights are dim in the middle of the night and the morning fog is hazy, which makes it even more magical.

Just looking at it made people who came to Luojing City feel awe, especially when they were near the palace, even their voices became much lower.

"Today I finally understand what it means to not dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in heaven."

"How on earth was such a palace built?"

"I heard that it took three years of work to finally build it, with the help of gods and ghosts, and mud spit out by dragons."

"This Son of Heaven is truly the Son of Heaven!"

The Imperial Street is nearly fifty meters wide and a thousand meters long.

Patrolling clerks and night watchmen passed by from a distance, looking at the imperial city and imagining the scenes there.

At this moment, a carriage passed by.

Taoist Danhe was sitting in the car and also heard what was said outside.

"Son of Heaven."

Taoist Danhe was summoned to the palace by the Emperor. He also knew why the Emperor summoned him, probably to ask about some "afterlife matters".

Although the public was unaware of the situation, rumors had already spread among the upper class that the emperor had caught a cold in the winter and had been bedridden for years.

The roots of the disease caused by years of fighting against wind, frost, rain and snow came together, making this seemingly non-fatal disease become fatal.

Even Taoist Danhe has heard of it.

The ghosts and gods in the Dragon Palace in the underworld were all ready, and when the time came, they would welcome the emperor to the underworld.

Perhaps the Son of Heaven is indeed the Son of Heaven, but this Son of Heaven does not refer to a certain person, but to the person sitting in that position.

When the time comes, the emperor will die, and he will no longer be the emperor.

When Taoist Danhe met the emperor, the other party did not seem to be as seriously ill as the rumors said. Although he looked pale and weak, at least he was not summoned to see him from his sickbed.

The walls of the palace have pipes that burn "black asphalt" for heating. After entering, you not only don't feel cold, you even feel a little hot.

Emperor Wen Ji, wearing his casual clothes, set up the chessboard and waited for Taoist Danhe, just as usual.

However, after it rained for a while, Emperor Wen Ji's condition became very bad, and he had to lie down with his clothes on and be served by a group of palace servants.

The Taoist asked the emperor, "Your Majesty, why don't you ask Lord Linghua to invite one of the ten witches from Lingshan to come down to the mortal world? If Your Majesty asks, Lord Linghua will probably agree."

Wen Ji shook his head, because the thought of inviting the Ten Witches of Lingshan reminded him of Wen Changxing and his son in the past.

I want to prolong my life and achieve immortality.

In the end, he didn't get what he wanted, and ended up like that.

The more you think about it, the more chilling it becomes.

Wen Ji was also afraid that after he invited the Ten Witches of Lingshan, his greed would be aroused.

After living an extra year or two, do you want more?

Once you don't want to let go, you can never let go.

Once human greed is aroused, it will be infinitely magnified with no end.

Wen Ji thought of the fate of the two people before him, and he couldn't help but shudder again. Then he stretched out his hand and waved, saying.

"It's a good thing to die of old age. No more trouble."

"Everything has its own destiny. Since it has already been determined, why bother adding to the trouble?"

The Taoist nodded and said, "Then why did your Majesty summon me here?"

Wen Ji said: "It's just playing chess and chatting. But today we won't talk about the great principles, just life and death."

Taoist Danhe: "Life and death are also the great Dao. Those who can understand and transcend life and death have already attained the Dao."

Wen Ji laughed loudly: "Of course I can't be an immortal who has understood the truth of life and death, but I also want to listen to the profound opinions of the Taoist master, a hermit."

Taoist Danhe flicked his whisk and said: "I am just an ordinary mortal. Although people call me a real person, I know that I can't reach that level yet."

Although it was just a casual chat, Wen Ji obviously had an intention. He said he was talking about life and death, but in fact it was all about the underworld.

Although Wen Ji was the emperor, he had never gone to the underworld.

Although he could ask Linghua Jun about some things, as Shintoism grew more and more popular, Wen Ji felt pressured when facing Linghua Jun, who wore the appearance of a celestial god and looked exactly like Yunzhong Jun in the scroll, and he did not dare to ask anything.

However, when facing Taoist Danhe, he was able to relax and asked him indirectly about the secrets of the underworld.

Taoist Danhe also heard it.

Wen Ji felt that the end was near. Although he had made up his mind and knew where he was going, he still felt hesitant.

Therefore, he was summoned to ask about the situation in the underworld, and at the same time, he also allowed himself to calm down and stop thinking about him.

Taoist Danhe immediately responded to Wen Ji's thoughts and told him what he knew about the scenes of the underworld.

Of course, Dan He was talking about some interesting stories in the underworld and places that could not be compared with the mortal world, and the places he talked about were all Haoli, Shenfu, and spiritual realms of incense and fire.

All of these satisfied Emperor Wen Ji's previous fantasies and earnest expectations.

The two of them sat around the chessboard and talked, not playing chess. The more they talked, the more joyful the atmosphere became. The emperor, who had originally looked sickly, also became a little more lively.

"In the wormwood, some people moved their entire families together, and gradually they formed an ancient city. Their speech, behavior, clothing, and shoes all imitated those of the ancients."

"But that city is different from the cities in the human world. From a distance, it looks like every tomb is neatly arranged together, but in fact, there is no connection between them at all."

"Perhaps, as long as we go out, we can go to any other haunted house of Haoli ghosts."

“But you may also climb over a wall, only to find that there are thousands of high walls ahead, as if the distance is so close that there is no way to reach it.”

After talking about the Haoli Tomb, we went on to talk about the spiritual realm of the gods.

"The palace of the gods is even more mysterious. The master of the palace can use the golden light of merit to transform into a large number of singing girls, beauties, servants and guards with just a word of command."

"Even a chopstick can be transformed into a peerless beauty, and paper-cut shadows can create stunning beauties that can overwhelm a country. Even if they are illusions, they are still illusions. Even if they look lifelike, they are still different from real people."

"Moreover, the knowledge and magic of the gods in different places are different, and the images they can conjure are also different. Among these magic, the human form conjured by my senior brother Yin Yang Taoist is the most exquisite. Your Majesty can go and see it in the future."

"At the banquet in the Divine Palace, the most feared group is the Basah clan, which is said to be able to swallow an elephant..."

"The water god of Huai River Wuzhiqi..."

Wen Ji had also heard of it and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, I have also heard about this."

"However, if I go to the Dragon Court to hold a banquet for ghosts and gods, I will definitely invite the Bashe to come."

Dan He spoke out secrets about the underworld one after another, which also reached the ears of Emperor Wen Ji.

Emperor Wen Ji had heard about some of these things in the past, but no one could explain them in such detail as Danhe Taoist, and no one could describe them so vividly and realistically.

It is different from the human world, it is a completely different world.

The sky is filled with fireflies among the rotten grass. The long night is not cold and gloomy. Instead, it is like the sound of gurgling water, soothing the soul and bringing peace to the soul.

As Wen Ji listened, he even gradually developed a yearning for it.

The scene in the land of Artemisia makes people feel leisurely at first glance. That land is like a paradise. Everyone is free from the sufferings of the world and faces everything with an indifferent mentality that even he, the emperor, does not have.

As Wen Ji listened, he was no longer confused and afraid. He even thought about what he would do in the Dragon Court if he went there.

The Taoist then finished talking about Haoli and also talked about Xianghuo Longting.

Although the Taoist had never been to the Incense Dragon Court, he had heard of it from ghosts and gods. In the underworld, some civil and military officials with meritorious deeds were also buried in the Incense Dragon Court after their death. Most of these people were familiar with Wen Ji and had served as officials in his palace in the past.

As the names were spoken one by one, Wen Ji suddenly felt that everyone in the Dragon Court seemed to be someone he knew from the past.

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, Wen Ji also talked about the past of those people, his eyes filled with memories of the past.

Taoist Danhe talked with the emperor for several hours until the emperor felt sleepy and then left.

And a few days later.

When Taoist Danhe came to the palace again, the emperor's real end had already come.

There was no crying or shouting inside or outside the palace. Everything was solemn and orderly from inside to outside.

There were more guards, and the palace maids and eunuchs on both sides of the palace corridors and under the eaves looked at their feet carefully without saying a word.

There were many ministers standing outside the hall, waiting with jade sceptres in their hands.

Taoist Danhe also saw the monks from the Lunhui Temple, chanting scriptures in circles inside and outside the main hall.

Afterwards, the Taoist saw Prince Wen Shenyou coming to the dragon bed, ready to succeed the throne in front of the coffin.

Different from other princes, Prince Wen Shenyou had led troops before. He conquered the Bashu and Northland. Although there were other reasons for this, this achievement was real.

What's more, there are rumors that Wen Shenyou is "destined to succeed him", so there can be no disturbances regarding his succession.

Unless Emperor Wen Ji never dies and outlasts Crown Prince Wen Shenyou, he is destined to be the next emperor.

After waiting for a long time, Taoist Danhe looked inside from time to time. The deep palace made it impossible to see what was going on inside, nor did he know what the emperor Wen Ji and his son were talking about at this moment.

Is it a tear-jerking scene of loving father and filial son, or is there nothing left and only the painful moans of mortals before death, waiting for the moment when their souls break free from this mortal skin.

The Taoist looked at the deep and secluded palace and couldn't help but think of himself.

He was of the same age as Emperor Wen Ji, or even older.

Time flies. He and Emperor Wen Ji's generation are gradually passing away, and he may have to face such a scene soon.

"If my time is coming to an end, I will choose to let go of everything in the world like the emperor, and go to the netherworld to become an extraordinary and otherworldly ghost in a paradise."

"It's better to be like my senior brother and do your best to become a god listed in the Heavenly Book."

For some reason, Taoist Danhe thought of what he said to his master when he entered Taoism as a young man.

Master: "Why do you practice Taoism?"

Dan He said: "Of course the purpose of practicing Taoism is to become an immortal!"

At that time, the master laughed and said nothing.

Perhaps the master had never imagined that one day the world would become like this, and that he would be able to reach where he is today.

Suddenly, Taoist Danhe heard some sound.

"Roar!"

The people around him didn't notice anything yet. Taoist Danhe held the hole in the jade sceptre and looked outside the hall. He saw bursts of auspicious light and the faint shadow of a dragon passing through the nine heavens and the yin and yang worlds, making a dragon roar.

In an instant, he understood.

"The time has come."

Inside the palace.

There was neither the tear-jerking scene of loving father and filial son as others imagined, nor the creepy wails.

When he was dying, Wen Ji was in a coma most of the time.

He felt in a daze that his soul was floating between yin and yang, like a boat rising and falling. It seemed as if a long time had passed when he closed his eyes and opened them again, and the people around him had also changed.

Everyone is guarding themselves and looking at themselves.

Waiting for him to die.

It seemed as if he was not dead yet, and the person lying on the dragon bed was already a corpse.

This feeling made him extremely frightened, and then filled with anger, as if he wanted to vent his resentment on everyone around him.

He wanted to say something, but it took all his strength to breathe in and out with his mouth open, so how could he utter anything?

In the end, all the thoughts gradually turned into powerlessness.

All the fear, anger, sorrow, and resentment come from this gradually decaying body, as it reaches its peak and all desires become strong and intense.

As the day comes when the fuel runs out, all desires disappear, and even fear, anger, sorrow, and resentment seem to become unsustainable, and they cannot be emitted from the body.

Wen Ji lay on the couch, and at that moment he truly understood what life and death were.

As one gradually moves from life to death, what dies bit by bit is not just the body, but also his emotions and desires.

Although the man was not dead, he was still lying on the couch, gasping for breath.

In fact, in a sense, he is already dead and is no longer the same person he used to be. He no longer has even the basic qualities of a human being.

"how?"

“How can I keep all this?”

"How can I go back to the past and become the me of the past?"

"If I go to the underworld or the Dragon Court, can I stay here?"

Wen Ji thought that he would be able to face life and death calmly in the end, and that he would just have to leave behind this rotten body full of diseases.

But when he truly realized that this stinking skin was the shape of everything he had, Wen Ji was reluctant to let it go.

Looking at Wen Ji's eyes, Wen Shenyou on the side thought that his grandfather was worried that he would not be able to govern the country well, so he knelt on the ground and said.

"Father, I will definitely live up to your expectations and be a good emperor."

At last.

Even though Wen Ji was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to leave this stinking body behind.

He abandoned everything that came with this body and headed into the netherworld.

The moment of life and death.

Wen Ji also looked at the scene outside and saw scenes that did not belong to the human world.

The Nine Cauldrons are placed in front of the main hall of the Mingtang, as if they are shining with brilliant light all the time, transforming into a column of incense light that connects to the vortex in the sky and leads directly to the Dragon Court under the Nine Netherworlds, connecting the yin and yang.

At the same time, the Nine Cauldrons also turned into a huge barrier, preventing ordinary ghosts and spirits from approaching and entering the imperial city.

Make all kinds of magic and supernatural powers ineffective within this barrier, and protect this earth.

When he was about to die, he saw a divine dragon emerge from the vortex above the pillar of light that was rising into the sky, and run towards him little by little.

At the same time, a voice came from the sky.

"The Emperor Wen Ji has completed his meritorious service and will return to the Dragon Court as soon as possible."

Wen Ji crawled out of the "stinking skin bag" and climbed onto the dragon.

Then, he followed it through the auspicious light and entered the vortex above the sky.

The scene changes.

Wen Ji stood under the layers of palaces and pavilions that looked like mountains. Not far away was a huge lake with a picturesque boat floating on it.

There was a surge of golden light overhead, but in the distance was the night sky.

It seems that there are stars floating in the sky, but if you look closely, they look like moving fireflies.

Suddenly, a figure appeared by the lake.

A nine-colored deer came across the lake and approached him little by little, and then gradually the nine-colored rainbow light on its back gathered into a silhouette.

Wen Ji immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed.

"Yun Zhongjun!"

Wen Ji lowered his head and shouted loudly.

"Thank you, Lord Yunzhong, for bringing me to the Dragon Court, where I no longer have to suffer all that pain."

When Emperor Wen Ji died, Yun Zhongjun came specially to pick him up.

No matter what, it was under the other party's rule that Kyushu was unified and the Shinto order could be established so steadily.

Yun Zhongjun nodded and asked Wen Ji to get up.

"You deserve this, no need to thank me."

The immortal came riding on a nine-colored deer, and with a wave of his hand, the gate of the Incense Dragon Court opened completely.

Deep in the Dragon Court.

A hazy and mysterious light fell down and shone onto Wen Ji along the steps.

"In this Dragon Court, as long as your dynasty exists, this Dragon Court will exist."

"If one day you feel tired of staying in this Dragon Court, you can reincarnate again."

"You can decide for yourself where to go."

Wen Ji thought, how could he bear to leave here?

But at this time, he certainly wouldn't say anything to go against the immortal's words.

Just said: "Thank you, Immortal."

Yun Zhongjun just took a look at him, then rode on the Nine-Colored Deer and disappeared into the light.

Wen Ji walked towards the palace. Above him, his former ministers who had passed away were waiting for him, shouting "Your Majesty".

However, the Dragon Court no longer governs the human world, and the identities and boundaries between the monarch and his subjects do not seem so clear. But for Wen Ji, this scene at this moment erases his greatest fear and worry between life and death.

Wen Ji stepped forward quickly and helped up the former ministers one by one.

With a smile on his face, he said in his heart.

“I kept it!”

Even without that stinking body, it seems that everything is still there.
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And the other side.

The Moon Goddess looked at Yun Zhongjun who was riding the Nine-Colored Deer and asked him,
"Do you think he will choose reincarnation in the end?"

Yun Zhongjun: "Probably not, at least not by choice."

Wangshu: "Then why did you remind him?"

Yun Zhongjun: "He wants to keep everything that makes him a human being and his past, but some things are destined to be lost. If he wants to keep some things, he must also give up some things."

Wangshu: "Of course. He wants to be immortal, but he also wants to keep everything that is human. How can a human being be as greedy as Yun Zhongjun?"

What Wen Ji didn't know was that his current stay was only temporary.

Let it enjoy a hundred years of Yin life, and then gain digital immortality here.

But at that time, all his desires and emotions no longer came from flesh and blood and brain, but were just an unchanging memory program.

He retained the things that went with the name Wen Ji, but gradually he was no longer a human being.

of course.

He can also choose to enter the cycle of reincarnation again and start over.

He will start over from the beginning and regain the human part.

But at the same time, he also began to lose a lot of things that belonged to the name Wen Ji.

(End of this chapter)