Chapter 80 The God of Drama Opens His Eyes
Aren’t you the most beautiful scenery... Zhao Duan swallowed his earthy words of love and followed Xu Zhenguan out of the "Heart Cultivation Hall".
A dragon chariot has been prepared outside the palace, and dozens of female officials and eunuchs are accompanying them.
Six pure-blooded horses are ready to go, and the dragon chariot is inlaid with gold, silver, jade, gems and pearls, showing nobility.
He once thought that Yuan Li's car was already magnificent, but today he realized that a small witch can be compared to a big witch.
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Full moon night.
In the southwest corner of the Imperial Palace of the Capital, a group of captains in gilded uniforms were patrolling the streets.
The leader of the team was surprisingly Zhou Cang, a member of the imperial office.
As members of the Forbidden Army, the Jin-clad Yama Kings are also responsible for the defense of the capital, day and night patrols.
The night was quiet, and the only sound was the collision of armor as he walked.
"Boss, that watchtower in front is so tall."
Behind Zhou Cang, a newly promoted officer looked forward with a curious tone.
Although this area is outside the palace, it is still within the scope of the government offices, and people rarely come close to it.
Zhou Cang held the handle of the knife with one hand, squinted at the dark pavilion in front of him, and said:
“That’s the ‘Tianzi Tower’, the largest and tallest one when the capital’s watchtower was built in the past.
During the war, it was a good place to deliver news to the palace and watch the capital. Later, when there was no war, many watchtowers in the capital were abandoned and used for other purposes.
In the past, during the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, when Beifang was still open, people gathered, and saints would live on it and enjoy themselves with the people.
However, after Beifang City closed down, it became a forbidden area. Except for the yamen responsible for repairs, it was rarely used. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark and towering "Tianzi Tower" suddenly lit up one by one.
From the lowest point, lanterns are lit one by one, all the way to the top floor.
Zhou Cang: "..."
Young Jinyi asked: "Boss, didn't you say that it is rarely used?"
Zhou Cang's expression changed and he said: "Go back the way you came. There is no need to patrol the blocks ahead."
"Why?"
"Unless you want to disturb the Holy Master," Zhou Cang snorted and reprimanded: "After the current Saint ascends the throne, he will occasionally go up to the tower to admire the moon. When the Saint goes on patrol, there will be a curfew on the streets within a radius of several miles, and idlers will retreat."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look back at the tall building, but there was something he didn't say:
When the empress climbed the building, it was customary to only light half of the lanterns.
It's all bright tonight, could it be that the empress is not the only one who climbed the stairs?
But who in the world has this honor?
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The bottom of the emperor's building.
The noble dragon chariot slowly stopped.
Xu Zhenguan led Zhao Duan down, and the eunuch who had been waiting here respectfully handed him a warm towel to wipe away the dust.
Under this "First Watchtower", there are hundreds of palace waiters waiting with their heads lowered. The ancient building, which looks like an octagonal wind chime, is full of traces of time and is beautifully decorated with red lights.
"Your Majesty, the imperial dining room has sent dinner to the top floor. Now is the most appropriate time to talk." A female official said respectfully.
"Your Majesty, a curfew has been set up around the area, and Jinwu guards have been stationed in all directions to ensure that no one is disturbed." A guard came forward.
Xu Zhenguan nodded, and everyone in the palace dispersed and stood in the distance with their heads bowed.
During the entire process, no one raised their head to look directly at the two of them.
"Are you surprised?" Empress Dayu suddenly laughed softly and asked.
Zhao Duan said honestly:
"Indeed. It was unexpected to come here. It was also unexpected that the saint came out of the palace and only had a meal, but it was already such a grand event."
Xu Zhenguan is graceful: "When you reach a certain place, you will find that everyone in the world is kind, and any door will open in front of you."
Zhao Duan was thoughtful.
The empress stepped up the stairs.
The night breeze blew gently, and her white clothes fluttered, exuding a very light body fragrance.
Zhao Duan followed closely and followed the spiraling and folding stairs upwards.
He looked into the distance, and as he climbed higher and higher, the scope of the capital city in his field of vision expanded.
The lights of thousands of houses are like stars on the ground, but for Zhao Duan, who has lived in modern cities for many years and is accustomed to light pollution, this night scene is too shabby.
"Is this the night view of the capital that your Majesty showed his ministers?"
Xu Zhenguan's side face will be reflected orange like warm jade when passing the lantern. When the lantern is removed, it will be dazzlingly white in the darkness.
Hearing this, he didn't look at him and said, "Disappointed?"
"Don't dare."
"That's it, but of course it's not a real scenery."
With that said, Xu Zhenguan stepped up the stairs, flicking his slender fingers.
A flash of golden light shot out from his crystal-clear jade fingertips and penetrated into the center of Zhao Duan's eyebrows:
"Look at it like this."
Zhao Duan was caught off guard and felt his eyes sting, followed by a cold feeling.
When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to find that the world seemed to have lifted a veil, revealing the other side of reality.
In the distance, over a city, a huge and illusory building ship was slowly swimming. It is shaped like an ingot, and the cabin is filled with mountains of gold, silver, jade, precious stones and copper coins. On the erected mast, a huge sail is painted with a huge smiling face.
On the left and right sides of the building and boat, there were golden boys and girls carrying bamboo baskets, constantly dropping silver notes.
"That is the god 'God of Wealth', and the ones serving him are the 'boys who spread wealth'." Xu Zhenguan explained calmly.
Zhao Duan moved his gaze in the direction of the "Big Bell Tower" of Tianshi Mansion.
The night sky was dyed blue, creating circles of majestic ripples.
Countless grotesque, illusory and mysterious "gods" float up and down around the blue sky in an unexplainable way.
Corresponding to it in the distance is the direction of "Shenlong Temple".
The pale golden Buddha light tears through the night sky, and in the center of the Buddha light, a huge and huge "Buddha head" is suspended above it, looking down at the world with compassionate eyes.
"The Tianshi Mansion compiles a list of righteous gods. During this period, the priests' practice will attract many gods to gather and linger around." Xu Zhenguan said.
After a pause, he said again:
"As for the majestic Buddha head, it is the main god of Shenlong Temple [World Honored One], which means 'wisdom'. Don't look at it too much. If you don't have enough cultivation, you will be instilled with wisdom by him, which will make you dizzy at worst, and stupid at worst. In the middle, the roots of mortal life are cut off, and there is no longer any desire in the world of mortals.”
Cutting off the roots... Zhao Duan instantly looked away and decided not to look that way again.
Is the capital so lively at night?
When mortals return home behind closed doors, the world seems to belong to gods.
Zhao Duan was greatly shocked and said curiously: "The practice of priests and sorcerers has led to the appearance of gods, which I can probably understand. But the gods of wealth in the sky above Fang City and those scattered everywhere, and What's going on?"
In the field of vision, except for the "Tianshi Mansion" and "Shenlong Temple", there are gods floating in every direction in the entire capital, but they are much dim and small in comparison.
"When mortals gather their thoughts, they will also make offerings to the gods." The empress' words were concise and to the point.
Therefore, every family in the city worships the God of Wealth, and when they gather their thoughts, it manifests... Zhao Duan suddenly understood.
His eyes suddenly glanced in the direction of the "Bafang Theater", and he saw that there were also dim gods above it.
Well, what kind of god do a bunch of actors worship? curious.
"I see that there seems to be some brilliance among the many mansions?"
"That is the 'house god' worshiped by the people. The powerful house god forms a world of its own. If a strong man steps in, he will be broken even if he is not careful."
“Last time I fought with the warlocks of Prince Jing’s Mansion, I saw ‘Uncle Feng’ and heard there is a ‘Rain Master’?”
"When it rains heavily, if you open your eyes, you can see the 'Rain Master' in the dark clouds walking in the clouds to give alms. If your martial arts is strong enough, you can kill the 'Rain Master' with one palm, and the clouds will disperse and the rain will stay.
In the past, Emperor Taizu's martial arts reached the sky, but there was a severe drought in the northwest and heavy rain in the south. The magicians sent by the court were not effective. Emperor Taizu was furious and went to the south in person. He captured three hundred "Rain Masters" alive in the thick clouds and took them prisoner. Go to the northwest land.
Wherever you pass along the way, there are thousands of miles of rain clouds, making it a spectacular sight. "
Xu Zhenguan shares the secret.
What about South-to-North Water Diversion... Zhao Duan was fascinated by it.
Suddenly I thought, there are still years of disasters in the history books.
It can be seen that extraordinary means may come with a price and cannot be used easily.
At this time, the coolness in the eyes disappeared, and the night sky returned to its original state.
Quiet and peaceful, the lights are like stars, and there are no strange and mysterious scenes.
The monarch and his ministers also came to the watchtower.
In a circle of fence, there is a flat rooftop, and on the low table in the middle, there are sumptuous dishes prepared in the imperial kitchen.
There are also dozens of dark wine jars arranged around them.
The night wind blew, and the stunning empress sat down cross-legged, with three thousand green hairs fluttering, her skin as icy as snow, and her beauty surpassed countless others in the world.
"What are you doing standing around stupidly?"
Xu Zhenguan moved his sleeves, and with a "woo" sound, a heavy jar of osmanthus wine was held in Zhao Duan's arms.
He suddenly understood where the old supervisor had obtained the fine wine.
The corners of Xu Zhenguan's mouth turned up, and her beautiful eyes narrowed:
"Waiter, serve the wine."
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at the same time.
The Bafang Theater is brightly lit.
A big play has just come to an end, and the actors retreat backstage. Through the curtain, you can still hear the endless cheers in the hall.
The actor who was chosen by Pei Siniang to sing "Xiao Sheng" took off his costume and sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Wu Ling, you have worked hard tonight." The theater leader came over and gave a thumbs up, his emerald finger ring shining: "This is a great show, there are guests who want to see you."
The young student named Wu Ling looked weak:
"I'm feeling a little unwell. I'm afraid I won't be able to see guests."
The class leader looked embarrassed, but finally gritted his teeth and said:
"Then you go and rest. Don't catch the cold and hurt your throat."
Wu Ling thanked her and walked through the crowd to the quiet bedroom at the back of the theater. When she was far away from the crowd, her expression suddenly became sharp, and she spread out a note from her palm: "Zhao Duan is still in the palace, and tonight there may be Return to your home and wait for an opportunity to intercept and kill."
Wu Ling narrowed her eyes and burned the note in the lamp.
Then he took out a scroll from the bamboo box under the bed and hung it on the wall.
In the painting, there is a god wearing colorful clothes and a pure white mask.
Wu Ling bowed his head three times and said, "Please invite the God of Drama!"
The dull and dramatic figure in the painting suddenly opens his eyes.
(End of chapter)