Strange Stories

Chapter 560 Picking up Mr. Luo

At this moment, in the imperial palace in Beijing.

The aged emperor personally bent over his desk and picked up the pen, writing down with every stroke his concerns for his posterity, his country and his future generations.

Before the death and abdication of previous founding monarchs, the thing they worried about most was that their descendants would not be able to control the founding heroes. This emperor had no such worries, nor did he kill the founding heroes, because he had personally killed them all and sent them off with tears. As for the remaining forces in the court, the crown prince had been regent for many years and had prestige, so he could deal with them.

But he had other concerns.

As the emperor was writing, a eunuch suddenly came in and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the East Palace has sent a letter of reply."

"He didn't come himself?"

The emperor glanced up and knew what was going on.

Behind the eunuchs followed important officials from the Eastern Palace.

"It's already this time, I'm about to follow the immortals into the mountains to practice meditation and enjoy a peaceful life, but you're still trying to refuse and decline!" Luo Gong was angry. "You didn't know how to yield when you were fighting for power with me. You didn't know how to yield yesterday. You didn't know how to yield earlier today. But you've waited until this time, when the immortals are about to come to pick me up, and you're still trying to do this to me!"

After taking the letter, I saw that, as expected, there were some humble words written in very careful and standard handwriting.

It basically means that the father is the one chosen by heaven and is the emperor with the best virtues and achievements. Moreover, the father is in good health. The son's virtues and achievements are not as good as his father's, so he cannot succeed to the throne, so please let him continue to be the emperor.

"It has more skill than substance, but lacks substance!" Lord Luo quickly gave his evaluation and threw the letter back, "Go back and tell your master whether he wants to take the position or not. If not, let his younger brother take the position!"

"hiss……"

This important official of the Eastern Palace will most likely be the prime minister of the next dynasty, and is certainly not an ordinary person. However, facing this emperor who emerged from a sea of ​​blood and corpses with a sword in hand, riding a horse and wielding a spear, full of blood and energy, and there are many stories about gods, demons and ghosts related to him in the world, and there is a bit of mysterious energy in his blood and energy, he still feels afraid.

He quickly picked up the letter, turned around and trotted back.

The emperor sighed and then sat back in his seat.

Pick up the pen, dip it in ink and scrape it clean.

The brush was a top-quality Xuan brush, the ink was top-quality Hui ink, and even the inkstone was a She inkstone tributed from Huizhou. A single thought reminded him of the days when he was young and full of energy, riding horses in Huizhou.

After writing only three or two words, he couldn't help but stop.

The images in my mind are really flooding out.

When the warrior rode out of the capital with a sword and a gun, he thought he would return home alone, but unexpectedly, warriors in the capital came to follow him. Some brought their own horses and money and food, and some bought horses overnight. Some had no ambitions and just wanted to follow him, and some were willing to seek wealth and honor with him, or overthrow the absurd and corrupt court with him, change the sun and the moon, and create a new world.

All the way out of Qinzhou, people kept coming to follow.

I wonder how many of those martial artists at the time had ever thought that they would actually create a new dynasty.

However, in the past few decades, they have gradually aged and passed away. The graves of those who died earliest, although no longer covered with thick grass, are no longer as tall as they used to be. They are like the withered flowers in the yard last night, which withered and fell to the ground one by one in the wind and rain, leaving only me.

Including those in the harem who accompanied me and could truly talk to me, all are gone.

Whether you are lonely or tired, there will be liberation in the end.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and the light coming through the window became much brighter, with a more unreal and dreamy feel.

Then came a leisurely voice:
"Your Majesty has completed his merits and is old. Why don't you follow me into the mountains to cultivate immortality and enjoy a carefree life?"

The palace maid who was walking with the plate stopped in a daze, the guards standing outside the palace looked up in astonishment, and an eunuch fell to his knees, calling out to the gods.

What the emperor said is true.

A god really came to pick him up.

There were also eunuchs who hurried in to inform the emperor, but as soon as they opened the door, they saw the emperor coming out and almost bumped into him head-on.

The eunuch was terrified and said quickly:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me! I was too impatient and almost bumped into Your Majesty! I came to tell Your Majesty that there were suddenly colorful clouds outside, and there were gods standing on the clouds, cranes dancing, fairy music playing, and a huge nine-tailed fairy fox standing behind him. They said that Your Majesty was invited to go to the mountains to practice and be free and at ease..."

"I heard it."

In the past, even if the emperor did not punish him, he would have reprimanded him. But now he was very kind, like an ordinary old man. He just patted the eunuch on the shoulder and said:
"Don't be so reckless in the palace in the future."

Then he walked past the eunuch and walked out.

It was just as the eunuch said.

There was a colorful cloud above his head, just like the colorful clouds in the sky that were usually plated with sunlight and moonlight, but it almost covered the entire palace. There were huge cranes and egrets flying in the sky, and there was faint fairy music coming from the sky. On the white cloud there was a huge seven-tailed white fox, which was the nine-tailed fox mentioned by the eunuch, because he couldn't see it clearly.

There were two other immortals standing on the clouds, looking down.

If not an old friend, who else could it be?
The entire palace and even the capital were shocked. History books recorded some fantastic things, mostly about the birth of a great emperor, but the emperor's departure was mostly mediocre. There were emperors who became monks in their later years and practiced Taoism, and it was said that they also achieved some success, but there was no immortal who came to take them there to practice Taoism.

How many emperors dreamed of immortality in their later years, and how many emperors went crazy searching for immortals, but only this one got it without any effort.

A colorful auspicious cloud descended and stayed close to the ground.

The emperor saluted towards the sky, took a step forward, and stepped steadily onto the colorful cloud.

"Does your majesty have any unfulfilled wishes?" Lin Jue deliberately asked, "After bidding farewell to the imperial palace in the capital and going to the mountains, your majesty will no longer be the emperor, but just a hermit in the mountains."

"The world is now free of external threats and internal worries. My old friends have all passed away, leaving me alone to support you. The prince is a man of integrity and worthy of the throne. If I should stay, I will stay. Sitting on the throne again is nothing but enjoying the world's offerings and suffering from worries." Lord Luo also replied, "Go ahead."

The cry of a crane brings forth the heavenly music.

Colorful auspicious clouds carried the emperor into the sky.

At this moment, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are watching this scene, and I don’t know whether they are filled with surprise or envy.

This emperor, who had always been associated with immortals before he started his rebellion and had always appeared in legends about immortals after he came to the throne, finally had his most suitable exit time, which is unique in history.

……

However, as soon as the auspicious cloud flew up into the sky and out of the capital, the three of them smiled at each other.

"Where did the Taoist priest get the colorful clouds, cranes and music?"

"The five-colored auspicious cloud belongs to my junior sister. She went to Yunzhou to look for it for a long time. The fairy crane is just an illusion, but Daoist Fellow White Egret is real." Lin Jue said to him, "The fairy music was borrowed from another fairy in Nanshan before we set off."

"After all, this is an important moment for Lord Luo. Lord Luo has perfect moral conduct and unparalleled achievements. We must also give him some respect." The younger sister said, "So that the world and future generations will know that Lord Luo is extraordinary."

"Hahaha……"

This was of course what they had agreed on long ago.

After Lord Luo ate the Yuanqiu Fruit, his life span was too long. If he didn't want to sit on the throne forever, endure the loneliness of seeing his old friends and concubines pass away, and wait for his descendants to die one by one, and feel their resentment, the only way left for him was to become a monk and practice Buddhism. But since he had become a monk, why not find a real immortal, find an old friend, and practice Buddhism together with him?

Mr. Luo had already thought about it.

It's just that people are inherently contradictory. Even if they have thought it through and made arrangements long ago, when they reach the clouds and leave the capital for the mountains, they still can't help but look back at the capital and the palace in the city.

"Are you reluctant?"

"I'm just worried about my prince."

"Please rest assured, Lord Luo. Your descendants will definitely not be as good as you."

The junior sister couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that this senior brother wanted to comfort him.

I also heard my senior brother say, "Descendants have their own blessings. Spring comes and autumn goes, flowers bloom and fall. Which dynasty does not decline and change?"

Only an immortal can say this.

Ordinary people who speak nonsense will most likely be beheaded.

"Alas, how could I not know this truth? The so-called long live, ...

Luo Gong paused, shook his head and sighed: "My state of mind now is completely different from when I just gave birth to my children."

"It's the same for everyone." Lin Jue sighed, "I am no exception."

"Oh? The Taoist priest too?"

"I am the exact opposite of Luo Gong." Lin Jue also shook his head and said, "Originally, when I accepted disciples, I only thought about whether we had a predestined relationship. I did not value their talents, nor did I have any requirements for them. I felt that their cultivation was up to them, and they could achieve as much Taoism as they could, learn as many skills as they could, and live as many years as they could. But human hearts are made of flesh after all, and the feelings gradually deepen over time. Even if there is no other purpose, I still want them to achieve Taoism and stay with us longer to avoid the pain of separation. This is contradictory."

The junior sister next to her was also silent.

"Immortals are also human beings."

Mr. Luo lamented that even immortals could not let go of things, and sighed that Taoism was better. Even if they were reluctant, it was only emotional reluctance and had nothing to do with any interests. Even if they were sad, it was a light sadness.

The colorful clouds floated towards Fengshan, attracting the attention of the people below.

The colorful clouds were floating very slowly, and above the clouds were the breeze, egrets, and white foxes. Several people were talking in the wind, and before they knew it, the gloom and hecticness of the palace had been blown away.

(End of this chapter)