Chapter 192 The Great Eastern Zhou Dynasty
In the vast and misty world, the sky is round and the earth is square.

To the west of this world is a huge landmass, and to the east is an endless deep ocean.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty was a holy dynasty that covered almost all of the land. During that time, the holy ancestor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty united thirty-six tribes into one country and called themselves the Zhou people.

There are alchemists who have climbed mountains and over seas and entered the Great Zhou to serve; there are warriors who have slain ghosts and killed dragons to protect the four directions; there are scholars who are familiar with the classics of sages and manage the 27 roads, 175 states, and more than 900 counties for the Great Zhou...

It has been forty-nine generations so far.

However, the imperial dynasty of the holy dynasty did not have a foundation that would last forever. In the 23rd generation of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, something strange happened in the imperial capital. A demon was born in the imperial mausoleum of Zhouxu, and it ate the blood of hundreds of people every day. Within a few months, everyone in the imperial capital of Zhouxu became listless. So the great alchemist of the dynasty followed the clues and went straight into the imperial mausoleum, only to find out that an old ghost had already been born in the mausoleum.

This demon turned into a demon, but it was the appearance of the Holy Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. With his great magical powers, the Taoist priests could not subdue him. They sought help from the City God, but to no avail, so they brought the emperor of the current dynasty to meet him...

At this point, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty moved its capital and built a new capital, Huaxu, 133 miles north of Zhouxu. Zhouxu was transformed into an imperial garden, where spirit foxes, black dogs, goshawks, large tigers, etc. were raised to provide spiritual blood for the old demon.

From then on, the Corpse Emperor ruled the world and kept to himself, so the Eastern Zhou alchemists and martial artists had no choice but to accept it. The Confucian scholars could do nothing except complain that the country was about to perish and evil spirits were born.

Until the 40th generation, an ascetic monk came to Huaxu and sat on the city platform to discuss Taoism for seven days and seven nights. No one could defeat him. They all lay dormant in his Brahma path and were driven by his disciples. From then on, the ascetic monk replaced the Tiance Mansion where all the successive alchemists were located.

This hardworking monk was loved by the emperor and was appointed as the imperial teacher, named Cihang Pudu. After another half century, the imperial teacher's disciples were spread all over Huadu, and many counties even built ancestral temples for the imperial teacher.

After the emperor passed away, some people said that the national teacher had the intention of usurping the throne. The prince went to the City God Temple in the imperial capital in person, but the City God was not there. So the prince hid in the wild at night and went to the ruins of Zhou, the old capital, to ask for the emperor's corpse to be taken out of the tomb.

On that day, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart in the Imperial Capital Huaxu. The Corpse King and the National Master fought in the fields of the Imperial Capital Huaxu. The Corpse King cut off both arms and one foot of the National Master, while the National Master used his vajra to nail through the Corpse King's chest and took away his corpse qi. It was really evenly matched between the two.

The City God took action again, made three rules, and explained the grievances of the State Master, saying that it was a villain who falsely accused him and caused chaos in the court, and that was the end of the matter...

However, from then on, the Imperial Master's Office interfered in government affairs, the City God Temple became prominent, and the emperor's corpse was buried in the imperial tomb. The same was true. The Yang family of the Zhou royal family went from being known to the top leaders of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to being known to the entire country, and the Eastern Zhou royal family became increasingly difficult.

Up to now, it has been another nine generations and seven hundred years!
The young emperor has ascended the throne today. He is only fourteen years old, and it is time for him to be active. All matters of the court, big or small, are decided by the Imperial Master's Office, and the generals and the grand chancellor can only participate on the first day of each month.

It was a time when the imperial power was in decline and the old ministers were powerless.

At this moment, the Young Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty wanted to meet the City God, but was stopped by the two chief priests.

Today, the Imperial Master is difficult to control, and there has been a great demon causing chaos in the southern part of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty for a long time. The Young Emperor often goes to the Imperial Master's Mansion to instigate the Imperial Master to eliminate the Old Dragon of Cangze, the Old Ghost of Black Mountain, and the Mirage Demon of the Western Wasteland. The Imperial Master also shakes his head helplessly, saying nothing he can do.

The young emperor wanted to practice in anger, but he disliked the national teacher's Sanskrit method because it was too slow, and the sorcerer's method was too weak. He stayed in the City God Temple all day, but now he even disliked the dog. The City God was determined not to see this unlucky thing...

"Damn it, I never told you that I have had nightmares in recent days? City God, good City God, Grandpa City God, can you come to see me and interpret my dreams for me?"

However, the gate in front of the City God Temple was closed tightly, as if they were unwilling to let the young emperor enter the temple.

"Humph, Lao Deng, you are so stingy."

The young emperor angrily boarded the imperial carriage and ordered his attendants to return to the palace.

The Shizhong and Shilang just managed to catch up, bowed and saluted, and stopped the young emperor from talking nonsense.

"Your Majesty, after you ascend the throne, you should call yourself 'Zhen' instead of 'Gu', and you must not be disrespectful to the City God!"

The attendant pushed the commander away, stepped forward to take the reins of the six chariots, started off, then turned around and called softly.

"My, my, my dog's feet!"

"I am now the emperor. From now on, future emperors are not allowed to call themselves 'Zhen'. They must all call themselves 'Gu'."

The young emperor had a stern face and was impatient with his ministers' rebuttal.

Compared with his ancestors, he has no soldiers under his command, no power in the hall, and his orders cannot be issued without permission. What qualifications does he have to call himself "I"?
"But, Your Majesty, I am the self-proclaimed king of the kings. Wouldn't it be a mess?" The minister tried to persuade him earnestly.

"Then we should start with the king and demote him to a rank of prince, isn't that enough?" The young emperor sneered.

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten the Imperial Master and Du Chenghuang?"

The minister on the other side sighed.

This made the young emperor's face darken. After a few breaths of silence, he gnashed his teeth and said:

"And remove the throne as well."

"Draft an imperial edict for me when you get back!"

……

Although the young emperor was young, he was quite sensible. Although his power was somewhat lost, on the first day of his reign he summoned all the tribes to expand the Zhouxu Imperial Garden and fill it with rare and exotic animals to demonstrate his royal legitimacy.

Although he couldn't understand the difference between the National Master and the City God, he could tell good from bad.

What’s more, he was really possessed by a nightmare. The Taoist in his dream said:
On the first day, he stepped onto the sea and killed an evil dragon. Before the old dragon could even turn over, it was smashed into powder by a stick that fell from the sky.

On the second day, he passed through the southeast road and encountered a thousand-year-old goblin in the mountains. He let the mountain-like body be blew away by the strong wind.

On the third day, they crossed the river and killed the River God, who turned out to be a hundred-foot-long crocodile.

The fourth day...

By now, it has been the sixth day. Although the Taoist priest is very handsome, wearing black clothes and standing on purple clouds, this is, after all, a dream that lasts for six consecutive days.

The alchemists have always had the saying of the first seven days. Does it mean that I will die on the seventh day?

You damn old thing in the City God Temple, why do you think I was looking for you?
The young emperor frowned.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's just a dream after all. Besides, that person is really pleasing to the eye. Let him die. As the ancients said, dying under the peony flowers is a romantic ghost. It doesn't matter at all..."

The emperor entered the City God Temple to no avail and had to return to the palace.

The Huaxu Palace was actually not luxurious, although it occupied a large area. However, the young emperor had already recognized all the thousands of palace servants within a few days of his ascension to the throne.

As soon as he returned to the Qiankun Hall, the Supreme Holy Mother, the young emperor's mother, was already sitting high behind the screen, holding a ruler and staring at the young man with a fierce look in her eyes.

The young emperor's face was bitter, and he immediately asked the attendants behind him to move away. Then he entered the palace with trepidation and called softly:
"Queen mother?"

The young emperor's eyes were sparkling, and he tried to arouse the loving heart of the Supreme Mother.

"Kneel down and hold out your hands!"

The elegant woman sitting on the first seat had a murderous look on her brows and shouted.

How could the young emperor bear to receive a beating for nothing? He immediately started running with his legs, and with a "swish" sound, he slid several meters on the ground and knelt down at the feet of the empress dowager. He held his mother's knees with both hands, feeling very aggrieved.

"Hmph! Tell me what you were doing?"

"What did I teach you since you were a child? You are a descendant of the Holy Ancestor, and the old ghost Cihang is a usurper. The City God enjoys the incense in vain, does not think of repaying his kindness, but helps the evildoer."

"I have tried to persuade you left and right, but you still shamelessly come to the door and pester those two rebellious people. Where is the imperial power?"

The Supreme Mother of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the mother of the Young Emperor was really furious and wanted to beat this brat up!
"But, mother, those two old guys are like gods. The entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty is in their hands. How can I not beg them?" The young emperor was helpless.

"Is your ancestor weak? I will teach you to collect all the spiritual beasts in the world and send them to the Zhouxu Imperial Mausoleum. As long as your ancestor is alive, they will always respect you."

"Asking him to wait is just asking for humiliation."

The woman in palace dress frowned slightly, glanced at the young emperor, and couldn't bring herself to do it anymore. She threw the ruler to the ground and warned him earnestly:
"You are already the emperor, you must always be aware of your status. If you are like this, how will those generals and alchemists who are loyal to your father and grandfather deal with it?" "Do you really think that old man Cihang Pudu's disciples have expanded the territory? Aren't you still relying on these alchemists and generals to protect this country for you?"

"Son, you have to think clearly about what is more important!"

……

As soon as he returned to the palace, he was reprimanded. The young emperor was depressed and did not say much to others. He returned to the Wude Hall in a rage.

Feeling unhappy, he ordered the palace servant to bring half a pot of sake, raised his head and drank it all, then leaned on the Luohan bed and fell into a deep sleep...

Consciousness sinks.

The young emperor only felt his feet slip, and he fell down with a plop.

Fortunately, he didn’t fall to death. Was he hung on the tree?

The young emperor felt like he had landed on something soft and soft, and immediately stood up by holding onto the ground.

Just a push with my right hand felt like pressing on a silk quilt, no, it was even lighter than silk.

The next moment, the young emperor was shocked.

Because at this moment he was sitting on a huge purple cloud, which was floating thousands of feet in the sky, overlooking the water plain dotted with stars and chess pieces below him, and there was a person standing on his left hand side.

Sure enough, it was the man in gold clothes that I had dreamed about for six consecutive days.

"Your Majesty, I bow my head!"

Wu Yong stood beside him, bowed slightly to the young man and chuckled.

The latter immediately climbed up from the purple cloud, curling up his body a little thinly.

"I came from the Eastern Dao Country. I originally wanted to cross the boundless ocean and find a few spiritual veins to practice."

"However, along the way, I didn't know that the country on this land was full of demons and monsters, and the country's fortune was about to end. Even the imperial capital was filled with corpse qi, demon qi, and incense."

"I used my dream-traveling magic to teach Your Majesty that demons were rampant for six consecutive days and the people were suffering. I wonder what Your Majesty thinks?"

Wu Yong waved his right hand, and the purple cloud slowly dropped down again, catering to the young emperor's mortal eyesight, allowing him to follow the movement of the purple cloud and see clearly the beautiful scenery of the river and mountains.

"Such a beautiful country is invaded by demons everywhere. You are the master of the country, but you have no intention to eliminate the demons. Your Majesty, aren't you ashamed?"

This fascinating question carried the power of truth. With just one shout, the young emperor was enlightened and suddenly understood.

This vast and magnificent land was founded by our ancestors. It was built by the alchemists, martial artists, and scholars, and by the thirty-three tribes of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

But now, why is it like this?

The wails of suffering, roars of despair, and hoarse groans of the mortal world invaded the young emperor's ears, and at this moment, he felt the same way.

Just like at this moment, the young emperor and the suffering person are connected together, sinking into pain...

It was unknown how long it had been, but the young emperor caught a glimpse of Wu Yong from the corner of his eye and suddenly came to his senses. He shook his head fiercely and stared at Wu Yong again!

"Feng Qing, I am extremely ashamed."

"But I have been on the throne for only a hundred days. I cannot wear armor, and my hands are too weak to hold a spear. The court is under the control of the state master. The country is under the control of the state master.

"Master, please be merciful and lend me a helping hand!"

Young Emperor Feng Qing immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

However, when he kowtowed for the second time, he was suddenly blocked by a magical force and could not kowtow any further. Feng Qing was also stubborn and insisted on kowtowed hard, but he could not kowtow any further, and his face turned red for no reason...

"I cannot accept this kind of gift from you."

"I was just traveling to this Western Continent, and I was unhappy to see this beautiful land being ravaged by demons. That's how we met."

"If you really have the energy to do this, then go ahead and do it! You are a great dynasty, and you should give the people here a little hope, okay?"

"If the demons from all sides are unable to stop you, you can call on me to burn the rivers and boil the seas, collapse the mountains and crack the swamps, and I can still help you!"

Wu Yong shook his head slightly, but left a promise.

But the young emperor felt even more bitter. How could the court be united? He was a young boy, and he was not allowed to leave the palace. The City God Temple could even close the door to him, and the Imperial Master's Mansion could even ignore him.

But, I can’t even take the first step, Immortal!
Young Emperor Feng Qing and Wu Yong rode on clouds in the sky, wandering through three roads and nineteen states in a moment. He was shocked. He had seen this map in the alchemist's mansion:

This is Zhubei Road, and behind it is Qingchuan Road. The river that divides the two roads is called Sanmu River...

"The immortal master's soul can travel to the outer world. He can travel to all twenty-seven roads and two hundred states in the East in one day. He must have the ability to reach the sky."

"I dare not ask for anything extravagant, I just hope that the Immortal Master can come to Huadu, and let you, as the Lord of Dongzhou, on behalf of all the people of Dongzhou, entertain the Immortal Master, okay?"

The young emperor was moved by the scene and thought of the helplessness of the Eastern Zhou emperor since his father and grandfather, and his voice began to cry a little.

"In this land, the only one who can care for the people is the Immortal Master. You are a wicked person, and I just want to thank the Immortal Master for all the people!"

The young emperor had a sad and pleading look on his face.

He had an intuition, an intuition that came from his bones and from the depths of his heart that if he missed the chance to come into contact with this immortal master, his life would be hopeless.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty is also about to end!
The man in the Taoist robe was silent for a few breaths, glanced at the magnificent mountains and rivers, and sighed softly:
"Since I am also looking for some sacred mountains and precious places to practice my magical powers, I should also pay a visit to the owner of this place."

"As Your Majesty wishes, if Your Majesty is free one day, I will come to visit you."

Feng Qing was immediately delighted, took two steps forward, and bowed vividly, imitating Wu Yong's previous gesture.

"To be honest, Master, I am half a puppet emperor and I am free every day."

"If the Immortal Master is willing to come, I can still order the palace servants to prepare a grand banquet for the Immortal Master tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Seeing him become so well-behaved in an instant, Wu Yong felt suspicious, but in the next moment, he saw through the young man's heart, which was a heart of admiration, help, and truth-seeking.

"Very good!"

"Since Your Majesty is so thoughtful, I will arrive at the Huaxu Imperial Capital on time tomorrow and prepare a gift for Your Majesty."

Looking at the sky again, the golden-robed immortal master suddenly frowned and pointed a finger at the young emperor Feng Qing. The next moment, the young emperor felt his feet lighten and he was about to fall into a dream.

"It is getting late. Your Majesty's soul cannot stand being away from the body for too long. Let me escort your Majesty back to your throne. This wind chime is my token of my love. Tomorrow when the wind chime rings, I will go to the imperial capital of Huaxu to visit your Majesty..."

Young Emperor Feng Qing was startled and woke up from his daze, but the voice of Tao was still echoing in his ears.

He reached out with his right hand again, and indeed there was a two-foot small banner in his arms. There were six small bells connected in series on the banner. Just by bringing it close to him, the wind would blow around. It was truly a magical object.

The young emperor looked excited. He held the small flag and fiddled with it for a long time, then he immediately remembered something.

"Tell the palace maids to prepare fruits, vegetables and fine wine tomorrow. I will hold a grand banquet to welcome guests to the Qiankun Palace..."

(End of this chapter)

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