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

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingxuan frowned slightly. Someone from the West had gone to the Heavenly Court?

No wonder those three monks were so confident; it turns out someone was orchestrating this behind the scenes.

In the original story, Zhiyuan Temple was indeed a major temple in Chechi Kingdom before the arrival of the three national teachers, presumably because it had the support of the Buddhist community.

Now that he's here, we can't let him get away with it.

"Thank you for your guidance, Dragon King. I will take care of it." Lu Qingxuan nodded and cupped his hands in greeting.

"It's alright, but the fairy child needs to be quick. If they get there first, the incense offerings of Chechi Kingdom will probably go to Buddhism," Ao Guang said.

Lu Qingxuan nodded, turned around and returned to the stage, saying to the old king, "Your Majesty, I need to leave for a moment to go to the Heavenly Court to request a decree for rain. Please wait for me."

Although the old king did not know what Lu Qingxuan meant, seeing that he had even summoned the Dragon King, he was already full of admiration and nodded repeatedly: "Immortal, please go ahead, I will wait."

The three monks stood to the side, their faces alternating between pale and flushed. The leader of the monks sneered, "Go to the Heavenly Court to request an imperial decree? Who does he think he is? Does he think he can just see the Jade Emperor whenever he wants?"

"Pretending to be something he's not, I'd like to see what he can actually bring in."

Lu Qingxuan ignored the three monks' words, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of azure light and soared into the sky.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he passed through the South Heavenly Gate and headed straight for the Tushita Palace.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn were playing chess at the palace gate. When they saw him arrive, Golden Horn smiled and said, "Junior Brother, have you encountered some trouble?"

Lu Qingxuan cupped his hands and said, "Senior brothers, I have urgent business to discuss with our master."

Seeing his serious expression, Silver Horn stopped joking and hurriedly went inside to report.

Before long, Lu Qingxuan entered the alchemy room.

The Daoist Ancestor was sitting cross-legged on a futon, meditating with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

Lu Qingxuan recounted his experiences in Chechi Kingdom.

The Daoist Ancestor didn't seem to care too much after hearing this, as if he already knew about the Buddhist sect's actions.

"Although it's still early, it's understandable. Since you're already planning to set up your scheme in Chechi Kingdom, then go ahead. As for the Jade Emperor, I will speak to him myself." With that, the Dao Ancestor tossed a token to Lu Qingxuan, which was engraved with the words "Supreme."

Lu Qingxuan accepted the token and respectfully left the alchemy room.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn surrounded him, asking all sorts of questions, but Lu Qingxuan didn't have time to deal with them. He simply said, "My two senior brothers, I'm in a hurry. We'll talk later."

After saying this, Lu Qingxuan's figure transformed into a streak of azure light and headed straight for the lower realm.

Upon returning to Chechi Kingdom, Lu Qingxuan had barely stepped onto the altar when the old king rushed forward, anxiously asking, "Immortal Master, how is it?"

Lu Qingxuan gave the old king a reassuring look, then leaped into the air and handed the token bestowed by the Supreme Dao Ancestor to Ao Guang.

Upon seeing the Dao Ancestor's token, Ao Guang did not hesitate and returned to the Dragon Palace to begin preparations for bringing rain.

Before long, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a strong wind blew. Ao Guang led the three Dragon Kings of the West Sea, South Sea, and North Sea to appear together in the clouds.

In addition, the four categories of immortals and gods—wind, rain, clouds, and thunder—each perform their respective duties.

Ao Guang, holding a command flag, waved it towards the sky and shouted sternly, "Send rain!"

In an instant, thunder rumbled, and large raindrops began to pelt down, the rain intensifying until it became a torrential downpour.

The rain came down suddenly and violently. The crowd below the stage was stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

"It's raining! It's raining!"

"The Taoist priest is truly a living deity!"

The people below the stage were overjoyed. Some looked up and opened their mouths to catch the rainwater, while others took their children home to get containers, afraid of wasting this hard-won rainwater.

The old king, standing to the side and oblivious to the rain, looked at Lu Qingxuan with eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, Heaven! Thank you, Immortal Master!"

The three monks standing to the side of the altar were soaked to the bone by the rain, their faces ashen.

The leading monk's lips trembled for a long time, unable to utter a single word. He had originally intended to use this rain to boost the incense offerings of Zhiyuan Temple, but unexpectedly, a wild Taoist priest had taken over the task.

Moreover, seeing that this Taoist priest seemed to have some real skills, even able to summon celestial beings, he instantly gave up his desire to claim credit.

The rain lasted for several hours before gradually subsiding.

Ao Guang, who was in mid-air, put away the command flag and bowed to Lu Qingxuan, saying, "Immortal boy, the rain has finished, and this old dragon takes his leave."

Lu Qingxuan said, "Thank you, four Dragon Kings."

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas smiled and said it was alright before disappearing into the clouds.

The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and shone down, the air filled with the fresh scent of earth.

The people knelt in the mud to thank Lu Qingxuan. The old king, along with his civil and military officials, came before Lu Qingxuan, bowed deeply, and said, "Immortal Master, on behalf of the people of Chechi Kingdom, I thank you for saving our lives."

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down.

Lu Qingxuan quickly helped him up, saying, "Your Majesty, you mustn't. This humble Taoist is a recluse and cannot accept Your Majesty's grand gesture."

Upon hearing this, the old king felt even more admiration: "The immortal is incredibly powerful and compassionate. I... I truly do not know how to repay him."

The ministers behind him also expressed their gratitude, and some military officers even wanted to offer their swords to Lu Qingxuan, but Lu Qingxuan refused them all.

The old king held Lu Qingxuan's hand and said, "Immortal Master, I wish to build a temple for you, sculpt a golden statue, and offer sacrifices to you year after year. If you do not mind, I would like to appoint you as the Imperial Preceptor of this dynasty."

Upon hearing this, the civil and military officials exchanged bewildered glances. Appointing a national advisor was no small matter, and there was no precedent for this in Chechi Kingdom. However, they had just received a tremendous favor from Lu Qingxuan, and none of them dared to voice their opposition.

Their thoughts naturally did not escape Lu Qingxuan's notice. Lu Qingxuan smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "I appreciate Your Majesty's kindness, but I dare not accept the position of Imperial Preceptor."

The old king was taken aback and asked, "Why? Does the immortal have some concerns?"

Lu Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "No, it is not that I am disdainful of the position of Imperial Preceptor, but rather that the time is not yet right."

The old king is still on the throne, and it is not yet time for his three brothers to take over the position of royal advisor. If they were to accept it ahead of time, it would likely cause trouble.

Although the old king did not know what timing Lu Qingxuan was referring to, he dared not ask further, and only said, "In that case, Immortal Master, please do not refuse the matter of this temple again."

Lu Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said, "The temple can be built, but I have a condition."

"Please speak, Immortal Master."

"Build a Sanqing Temple in the capital to enshrine the Three Pure Ones. As for the various prefectures and counties outside the capital, Your Majesty may build Three Immortal Shrines if you wish," said Lu Qingxuan.

In the original story, the three national advisors built a Sanqing Temple in the capital. Although he had made arrangements in advance, he did not want to deviate too much from the plan.

Moreover, this way, one can also bring more blessings to one's own master; if you want to curry favor with someone, you should do so with sincerity.

The old king readily agreed.

Hearing Lu Qingxuan's conversation with the old king, the three monks below the stage did not look happy.

Chechi Kingdom is located in Xiniu Hezhou, which is their Buddhist territory. Now they want to build the Sanqing Temple, which is absolutely intolerable to them.

The head monk immediately stepped forward, his expression somewhat grim: "Amitabha, Your Majesty, this matter is perhaps inappropriate..."