Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

Lu Qingxuan said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. However, I never do things based on pragmatism. I only act according to my conscience. The people of Chechi Kingdom need the Temple of the Three Immortals, so the Temple of the Three Immortals will not leave."

Fahai sighed and said, "In that case, this humble monk has nothing more to say. Farewell, Daoist Master."

He turned and led the monks back to Zhiyuan Temple, and the temple gates slowly closed.

Lu Qingxuan stood still, gazing at the tightly closed temple gate, his eyes looking into the distance.

He knew this was just the beginning.

However, it's unclear which three Arhats have arrived...

After a moment's thought, Lu Qingxuan turned and left Zhiyuan Temple, heading to the capital.

The old king was still on the throne, but he had aged considerably compared to nine years ago. Upon seeing Lu Qingxuan, the old king was overjoyed and recounted the changes in Chechi Kingdom in recent years, his words filled with reverence.

Since the establishment of the Temple of the Three Immortals, Chechi Kingdom has enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests, and its national strength has increased significantly. Previously, there were rampant bandits, but now they have all disappeared without a trace.

Lu Qingxuan smiled upon hearing this. He knew that most of these things were done by his two elder brothers, but he was satisfied to see the people of Chechi Kingdom living in peace and contentment.

Lu Qingxuan immediately submitted his resignation.

"Immortal, why not stay a few more days? The Queen is about to give birth and we would like to ask you to bestow your blessings upon her," the old king pleaded.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingxuan was taken aback and asked, "I wonder how many princes Your Majesty has?"

The old king smiled awkwardly: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at, immortal, but there's only one like him."

In his youth, he followed the generals of the court to fight in various battles, which left him with many hidden ailments. Although he later received good medicine to treat them, the illnesses remained chronic, and he was unable to have children.

Whether it was a coincidence or destiny, after he went to the Sanqing Temple to pray last year, a concubine in the harem became pregnant within a month.

Although it's unknown whether it's a boy or a girl, they have at least had offspring.

"Oh?"

Lu Qingxuan raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Chechi Kingdom had such a secret.

If things go as expected, the one born this time should be the future king of Chechi Kingdom.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Qingxuan decided to wait.

Firstly, to meet the future king, and secondly, to make their presence felt.

Upon seeing that Lu Qingxuan agreed, the old king was overjoyed and immediately began to arrange accommodations for Lu Qingxuan.

"Your Majesty need not trouble yourself. I will stay at the Sanqing Temple," Lu Qingxuan said.

Seeing that Lu Qingxuan insisted, the old king did not press the matter further and said, "It is good that the immortal resides in the Sanqing Temple. I will send someone to inform the abbot and have him prepare a fine quiet room."

Lu Qingxuan nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty."

After leaving the palace, Lu Qingxuan walked along the main street of the capital towards the Sanqing Temple.

The streets are lined with shops and bustling with people, much more lively than nine years ago.

Several children were chasing and playing on the street, their laughter ringing out.

Lu Qingxuan saw this and nodded inwardly. Chechi Kingdom had enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests in recent years, and the people lived in peace and prosperity. His two elder brothers had made great contributions.

In a short while, Lu Qingxuan arrived at the Sanqing Temple.

The Sanqing Temple is located in the very center of the capital, covering an area of ​​several tens of acres, with magnificent halls and a grand atmosphere.

A pair of stone lions stand in front of the temple gate, and a golden plaque hangs above the gate, bearing the three large characters "Sanqing Temple" in vigorous calligraphy, which were personally inscribed by the old king.

In terms of scale alone, it is indeed much larger than Zhiyuan Temple.

It's no wonder the monks at Zhiyuan Temple resent him so much; if it weren't for Lu Qingxuan, this glory should have belonged to them...

now,

People streamed in and out of the temple gate, carrying incense, candles, and offerings, their faces filled with piety.

Without disturbing anyone, Lu Qingxuan entered through a side door and went straight to the quiet room in the backyard.

There were already Taoist priests waiting inside the temple. Upon seeing him, they quickly bowed and led him inside.

The quiet room was small, but it was spotless, with bright windows and clean tables. On the table sat a small statue of the Three Pure Ones, and the smoke from incense was rising.

Lu Qingxuan sat down on the futon and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

For the next period of time, Lu Qingxuan stayed in the quiet room, meditating and cultivating every day, living a peaceful and fulfilling life.

He had already informed the two demons, Huli and Yangli, about the matter of Chechi Kingdom. As for the matter of Buddhism, they would deal with it as it came, and they would not rush it.

If all else fails, we can just go to heaven.

I believe even the Buddhist community wouldn't dare to go to the Tushita Palace to take him.

However, the abbot of Sanqing Temple, an old Taoist priest who was over fifty years old, would come to pay his respects every morning and evening, with an excessive level of deference.

Lu Qingxuan knew that this was because the old king held him in extremely high esteem, and the abbot dared not neglect him, but was too lazy to correct him and let him be.

Three days later, news came from the palace that the Empress had given birth to a prince.

The old king was overjoyed and immediately issued a decree granting amnesty to the entire nation, reducing taxes, and the whole country celebrated.

The people of the capital spread the news, and every household decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, making it even more lively than the New Year.

Lu Qingxuan sat in the quiet room, listening to the sounds of firecrackers and cheers outside, a slight smile playing on his lips.

If that's really the case...

The next day, the old king sent someone to invite the immortal to bestow blessings upon the crown prince.

Lu Qingxuan did not refuse. He changed into a clean Taoist robe and followed the eunuch into the palace.

In the inner palace, the empress lay on her couch, her face pale but unable to hide her joy.

The prince was held in his wet nurse's arms. He was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, with bright, dark eyes that darted around. He neither cried nor made a fuss, but looked at the world with curiosity.

Lu Qingxuan walked closer and gently touched the prince's forehead. A golden light entered the prince's brow.

The old king asked cautiously, "Immortal, this...?"

Lu Qingxuan said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I have left a strand of immortal power within him, which will protect him from all diseases and allow him to grow up safely."

The old king was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, immediately offering him treasures.

Lu Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "No need. If Your Majesty is so inclined, just do as before, open more granaries and provide relief to the people. That would be the best way to thank me."

The old king nodded repeatedly and said, "Immortal, this child does not yet have a name. I would like to ask the Immortal to bestow one upon him."

Name...

Lu Qingxuan thought for a moment. Indeed, there was no mention of the name of the King of Chechi Kingdom in the original work, but since the old king had brought it up, he couldn't refuse.

Lu Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call him Fengxuan."

The old king was taken aback, then overjoyed, exclaiming, "Fengxuan... Fengxuan... What a wonderful name! Thank you, Immortal, for bestowing this name upon me!"

Lu Qingxuan gave a few more instructions and then took his leave of the palace.

It was already evening when we returned to Sanqing Temple.

As the sun sets, the evening glow, like fire, paints the entire capital city in a golden-red hue.

Lu Qingxuan stood on the stone steps in front of the temple, gazing at Zhiyuan Temple in the distance.

The gates of Zhiyuan Temple remained tightly closed, but the sharp Buddhist light emanating from it was even stronger than it had been three days prior.

It's easy to guess that the three Arhats of Buddhism have probably arrived.

I just don't know when they'll make a move...

Withdrawing his gaze, Lu Qingxuan turned and returned to the quiet room.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.

Lu Qingxuan was meditating in his quiet room when he suddenly sensed three powerful auras rising from Zhiyuan Temple and heading straight for Sanqing Temple.

He opened his eyes, his expression calm, and said indifferently, "You've arrived."