Under the shaking of Ning Guifei's body, the scissors in her hand fell to the ground, and then her eyes closed, and she fell down suddenly.

Emperor Zhaofeng couldn't hold her, and after seeing her fall down with a "poof", he was stunned and said: "Doctor Chuan, the concubine cares about the people, and she faints with joy." ”

"Yes." Liu Fu responded silently.

Look at how empathetic the emperor's way of solving the problem is.

……

In the Great Yongchang Temple, there are also wind and rain that hit very quickly.

The cold wind poured into the pavilion with the rain, and Zhu Youzhu subconsciously leaned over and raised his sleeves to block the wind and rain for Zhang Meishou.

But he was not tall enough, and there was still rain blowing between Zhang Meishou's slightly surprised eyebrows, and suddenly a layer of white rain mist was enveloped.

The two were so close for a while that Zhang Meishou could even see her reflection in his clear pupils.

The four eyes met, but Zhu Youzhu uncomfortably looked away slightly.

"Thank you."

Zhang Meishou whispered.

Ah Li and Wang Shouren were busy closing the window.

"It's really raining!" When Canglu heard the sound of rain, his expression was relaxed and happy.

It's good that it's raining, it's a great thing for the people, and the court won't make any more sacrifices to the sky.

Ah Li was even more excited.

"I didn't think that beast was really useful!"

Fang just saw Ning Tong being pushed into the fire pool with his own eyes, and he really didn't want to be relieved.

The only regret is that after feeding the medicine, the person who did it this time was not himself, and he failed to do one-stop service.

“…… Childe, Zhen Zhen. Wang Shouren was overjoyed, but he also had questions, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Have you really dreamed of immortals?" ”

He had also made divination calculations yesterday, but he could not calculate that it would rain today.

Originally, he was worried that Zhen Zhen would be blamed by the emperor, but now it seems that he is too worried.

"Of course."

The person who answered was Zhang Meishou.

She lied, and her face never changed.

Wang Shouren couldn't help but show a look of envy.

He was born with a dumb disease and was unable to speak for a long time, but it was only after meeting his master that he was able to speak, and he soon became a prodigy in the mouths of others—so he always thought that he had a deep Buddhist relationship.

And now, compared with Zhen Zhen, who met the immortals at two heads in three days, his little bit of Buddha fate is simply not worth mentioning.

The cheers of the people in the distance, even through the sound of rain, faintly reached the ears of several people.

A few people stood up, walked around to the leeward side, and pushed open the window to look out.

Outside the window, raindrops form lines, and the torrential rain and mist slant with the wind.

Zhang Meishou and Wang Shouren Canglu all stretched out their hands to catch the rain.

Zhu Youzhu stood aside and watched this scene with a smile in his eyes.

Qing Yu frowned.

What is the sense of déjà vu that this old father has when he looks at his three children?

On the altar, Jixiao has not yet left.

The rain soaked his robes, but he stood in the middle of the altar, his eyes down and chanting.

In the heavy rain, many people knelt down around the altar, looking pious and grateful.

Facing the people's bowing and praising and praising him, Jixiao slowly opened his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha-poor monks are really difficult to be such a great gift to you, please get up quickly."

"Why did the national teacher say this...... You are our great benefactor! ”

"Yes, if it weren't for you, the wicked people who brought disaster to Dajing would only be at large, so that the people of Dajing would not be able to make a ......living."

"The poor monk is ashamed."

Ji Xiao looked at the bustling people who were still reluctant to leave in the heavy rain, and said slowly: "Previously, because the poor monks did not practice enough, there was a mistake in the process of divination, and almost killed the one hundred and eighty-one innocent lives - the merits and demerits cannot be offset, this is the fault of the poor monks. ”

The people were talking, and some people shouted: "The national teacher is serious!" The national teacher is dedicated to Dajing, what is wrong! ”

The echo continued.

There are also a small number of people who did not speak.

Among them, there are the families of those children.

Although the child returned home safe and sound, what if Ningtong's matter was not revealed?

At that time, the children will die in vain, blood will flow like a river, and natural disasters will not be relieved.

In the final analysis, the great master does not seem to be as omnipotent as the rumors, and his skills are all over the sky.

Great teachers also sometimes make mistakes and say mistakes.

But at the moment, they don't dare to say anything, and these have nothing to do with them, right now, it is raining in the sky, and the notorious Ning Tong is executed, which is the most exciting thing for them!

However, at this time, everyone heard Jixiao speak up and make a surprising decision.

"Amitabha, from today onwards, the poor monks will voluntarily retreat for three years, meditate on their own mistakes, and pray for the blessings of Dajing——"

The people were amazed.

Great teachers should retreat and think about it...... And three years!

"The benevolence of the great teacher is really admirable!"

"yes......"

"This is really a blessing for our Dajing."

In the midst of many discussions, Jixiao slowly walked down the altar with a group of monks.

The people watched for a long time, and then they left in the rain.

With this heavy rain, the news of the three-year retreat of the Great Teachers spread throughout the capital and beyond.

The people cheered and encouraged, but also moved.

Liu Fu spread the news to Emperor Zhaofeng.

"What? The national teacher is going to retreat for three years? ”

Liu Fu was stunned.

Originally...... The emperor didn't know about it in advance.

"The rain has come down, and I don't intend to blame him, what is he going to do......" Emperor Zhaofeng frowned slightly.

Not to mention that this act of forcibly adding to the favor of the emperor robbed him of the limelight in this matter, causing the people to only care about praising the national teacher, and even ignored the fact that he was so wise-

That's it, in the end, he is not a vain person, but just one point - the great master is in retreat, who will assist him in his cultivation?

Who do he go to when he encounters difficulties?

In this way, wouldn't it delay his great cause of cultivating immortals again?

Emperor Zhaofeng couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Could it be that he has been too wise recently, and God is reluctant to let him become an immortal so early, and wants him to be an emperor in the world for a few more years to benefit the common people?

Thinking about it, it seems that there is only one possibility.

It's really hard to be a man, and it's a trouble to be excellent.

……

The heavy rain fell intermittently for three days before it showed signs of stopping.

On this day, a decree of condemnation came to Ning's house.

Ning Tong is dead, and his subordinate servants in connection with the murder of the woman have also been severely punished in accordance with the law.

It's just that the rest of the Ning family, led by Mrs. Ning, insisted that they didn't know anything about Ning Tong's evil deeds during his lifetime.

Almost anyone with a discerning eye can tell the truth from the false.

Cheng Ran didn't believe it, but the emperor had already expressed the meaning of "no need to investigate deeply", and so far, he had to stop here.

Fortunately, the emperor did not cover it up too obviously, so there was this holy decree of condemnation.

On top of the holy decree, he denounced the arrogance of the Ning family on weekdays, and used this as an excuse to demote the four sons of Ning Tong, regardless of the size of their official positions; Even the county lord of Yanzhen was demoted to the county lord.

Although Mrs. Ning's edict was not withdrawn, she was also severely punished for her lax management of the family.

For a while, the Ning family's courtyard was deserted, and it was no longer as bright as before.

At this time, there was suddenly another big event in Beijing.