After nightfall, the entire Weiwang Mansion was brightly lit. During the day, the officials who were determined to give gifts saw that the Weiwang Mansion had not sent anyone to receive gifts for a long time, and then they heard that the Weiwang Mansion was likely to be helpless, and finally they had already returned. The servants were also deliberately lightly when they walked, for fear of disturbing the Weiwang's illness, and the Weiwang Mansion also returned to tranquility.

It was getting late, and Yang Yong was about to return to the East Palace with Yuan Qing'er. A sound of kicking and stomping footsteps sounded outside the palace. After a while, a knock on the door sounded: "Your Majesty is here, open the door!"

When he heard the emperor's arrival, the entire palace was alarmed. The servants hurriedly opened the middle door. Yang Yong, Yuan Qing'er, and Princess Wei also hurriedly came out. Yang Yong saw Yang Jian and Dugu in casual clothes and stepped into the palace surrounded by dozens of imperial guards. But what surprised Yang Yong was that there was a bald monk and a Taoist priest following the emperor.

"See the Emperor! See the Queen!"

"See the Father! See the Queen Mother!"

"No gift!"

"Thank you, thank you Empress!"

Looking at Yang Yong, a gentle look appeared on Yang Jian's face: "The prince and the princess are here too."

"I heard from my father, mother, and uncle Wang are seriously ill. My son is really worried, so I come here to see if I can help." Yang Yong replied respectfully.

“How is the situation?”

"Father, the situation is not good. Uncle Wang has not woken up. The imperial physician has not diagnosed Uncle Wang's illness so far." Yang Yong said honestly.

"Well, I know, the prince doesn't have to hurry." Yang Jian's tone did not have the anxiety that Yang Yong imagined, but instead comforted Yang Yong first.

Yang Yong couldn't help but glance at the monk and Taoist behind Yang Jian. The monk Yang Yong next to the emperor knew him. He was over 70 years old and his eyebrows were all white, like a monk who had been a Taoist. He was still one of the emperor's most trusted Buddhist masters. His Dharma name was Tan Chong. The Taoist priest was nearly fifty years old, with a thin appearance and a foot-long appearance. It was the first time that Yang Yong had seen him, which made Yang Yong have a bad association and frowned slightly.

After Yang Jian and Dugu entered the main hall, they asked Princess Wei about Princess Wei’s condition. After listening to Princess Wei’s introduction, Yang Jian pondered for a moment and said to Tan Chong beside him: “Master, what disease did the Emperor’s brother suffer from?”

"Amitabha, your Majesty, I have to see the prince first?"

Yang Jian asked Tan Chong to treat King Wei to the doctor. Yang Yong was not surprised. He also had some hope for Tan Chong. Tan Chong could gain the trust of the emperor. Not only did he study Buddhism carefully, but his medical skills were also very clever. It was not that Yang Yong had thought of asking Tan Chong to treat King Wei. But Buddhism developed too fast in recent years, which made Yang Yong subconsciously hate monks. Moreover, Tan Chong was named the wizard of protecting the country by Yang Jian. Sometimes his style was greater than that of him, the prince, and Yang Yong was unwilling to bow to Tan Chong.

Yang Jian turned to the Taoist again: "Xiansheng, what do you think?"

"Wuliang Tianzun, I must see the prince first." The Taoist priest was not vague and did not dare to speak nonsense. Today, the emperor recruited people from both Buddhist and Taoist sects to treat King Wei, and the two families had a vague comparison.

"Okay, let's go see the emperor together."

"I follow the order."

"I follow the order."

The two bowed to the emperor and walked behind the emperor toward King Wei's bedroom.

Yang Yong curled his lips. These monks and Taoists were all rich, even richer than the Eastern Palace, but they just like to call me a man of poor deity or a man of poor deity.

In order to show his piety to Buddhism, the emperor often gave gifts to Buddhists. On the one hand, Yang Jian advocated frugality, but on the other hand, he was extremely generous to Buddhism. The most donations to Daxing Temple were: 14,000 pieces of silk, 5,000 pieces of cloth, 1,000 cotton, 200 silk pieces, 12 pieces of brocade, 1,000 pieces of rice, 1,000 stones of rice, and the queen also gave money, 50 stalks of felt, 50 collars, and 50 razors.

After pulling two steps, Yang Yong signaled Yuan Qing'er to ask Dugu's origin. Yuan Qing'er understood and soon walked side by side with Dugu's family and asked softly: "Mother, where did this immortal prince come from? Why hasn't he seen his daughter-in-law before?"

Although Yuan Qing'er had not given birth, Dugu still cherished his daughter-in-law very much, which was a little better than Yang Yong. On the contrary, although Yun Meier and Xing'er gave birth to the emperor's grandson, Dugu still had no good expression on the two. Seeing Yuan Qing'er ask, Dugu responded with a kind look: "This immortal is the descendant of the old immortal Tao Hongjing, with the Taoist name Guangyuan, and is still a man of great magic power."

Tao Hongjing was from Moling, a Dantutu, during the Liang Dynasty of the Southern Dynasty. His name was Huayang Jushi. He was extremely smart since childhood. He wrote "Xunshan Zhi" at the age of fifteen. Emperor Wu of Liang met Tao Hongjing in his early years. After he became emperor, he wanted him to come out of the mountain to become an official and assist the government. Tao Hongjing then drew a painting with two cows on it, one eating grass freely, and the other carrying a golden bridle, led by a man holding a whip. When Emperor Wu of Liang saw it, he knew his intention. Although Tao Hongjing was not an official, he wrote letters to the emperor. Every time the country had good or bad luck, Emperor Wu of Liang advised him and was called the prime minister in the mountains.

Tao Hongjing lived in seclusion in Huayang Cave of Juqu Mountain (Maoshan) in his later years. Huayang Cave was often surrounded by white clouds, like a fairyland. In addition, Tao Hongjing read Taoism, medicine, astronomy, calendar calculation, geography, military science, sword making, classics and other classics, and summarized and sorted them out. He was also original in medicine and alchemy. Later generations became more and more famous about Tao Hongjing. After his death, he directly added Tao Hongjing to the ranks of gods and immortals.

When Yuan Qing'er heard Dugu's words, he immediately felt deeply respect for Guangyuan and stopped asking. Yang Yong raised his ears and felt very suspicious when he heard Guangyuan's origin.

Yang Yong not only heard of Tao Hongjing, but also was very familiar with him. Zhang Qiu Taiyi was Tao Hongjing's disciple. Zhang Qiu Taiyi's master was named Wang Yuanzhi and his name was Guangde. He was already sixty years old this year. Tao Hongjing had been dead for more than fifty years. Guangde was only nine years old when Tao Hongjing died. Yang Yong had never heard Zhang Qiu Taiyi say that there was an uncle who was younger than his master. When he heard that this Taoist priest claimed to be Tao Hongjing's disciple, of course he had to doubt it, but without any evidence. Yang Yong didn't know how Guangyuan gained Yang Jian's trust, so he had to temporarily bury his doubts in his heart.

When they came to the dormitory of King Wei, the imperial physicians were still exploring seriously, frowning and thinking hard. Many people were still searching with large stacks of medical books. Yang Shuang on the bed was just using good ginseng soup to hang it. Although these people had not found out the cause of Yang Shuang, Yang Yong still praised their dedication.

"See the Emperor!" Seeing the emperor suddenly coming, the imperial physicians all trembled and quickly knelt down.

Yang Jian ignored these kneeling imperial physicians and came directly to the bed. Seeing Yang Shuang's appearance, he suddenly lost his composure and said: "Brother, how could this be done? How could this be done?"

Although Yang Jian had five brothers, the other three were not only helping Yang Jian, but sometimes became stumbling blocks. Only the youngest Yang Shuang was the most considerate to Yang Jian. Yang Shuang was only five years old when Yang Zhong died. Yang Jian loved Yang Shuang in every way. Yang Shuang did not disappoint Yang Jian's expectations. At the age of thirteen, he led troops to fight, adding countless glory to the Yang family.

This time, Yang Shuang fell ill suddenly. Although the imperial doctor had not found the cause of the disease, Yang Jian did not expect it to be too serious, but he was still worried in the palace and rushed over in person until the evening. He did not expect Yang Shuang's illness to be so serious. Yang Jian was angry for a moment and turned his head to look at the imperial doctor kneeling on the ground, and said in a stern tone: "Have you found out the cause of King Wei?"

These imperial physicians were already frightened and were even more trembling when they heard the emperor's tone of badness. An old imperial physician reluctantly replied: "Back... back to the emperor, the Imperial Medical Office... the Imperial Medical Office thought... there were several possibilities... several possibilities... hih, haha." The giggling behind was the sound of the imperial physician's teeth trembling. It was not completely useless to study for a day, but the emperor would definitely not be satisfied with this kind of answer.

Sure enough, the emperor's roaring tone immediately came: "Several possibilities? Then when can you give a diagnosis, and when will my emperor brother wake up?"

After this question, all the imperial physicians could only lower their heads and say nothing. Who can guarantee the promise now?

"Waste, a bunch of waste, get out, get out!"

"Emperor, Your Highness, King of Wei..." An imperial physician spoke with courage.

"You don't have to worry about it, get out of here?"

"Yes." The imperial physicians were relieved when they heard this. Although King Wei could not cure him, he would lose face of the Imperial Medical Office, at least his life was saved.

After more than a dozen imperial physicians left, Yang Shuang's dormitory became empty. Yang Jian left Yang Shuang's bed and said politely to Tan Chong and Guangyuan: "Please trouble the master and the immortal master, please ask the two to treat King Wei."

"I dare not serve the emperor, it is natural." Monk Tan Chong walked out first. He was the national teacher and had been with Yang Jian for decades. Although Guangyuan claimed to be Tao Hongjing's apprentice and had emerged from a new army, he did not dare to make rashes in front of Monk Tan Chong.

Putting his finger on Yang Shuang's pulse door, Tan Chong sat down beside the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, the whole room became quiet, fearing that Tan Chong would close his diagnosis.

After a while, Tan Chong stopped, opened his eyes, looked carefully on Yang Shuang's face, and even opened Yang Shuang's eyes. He even smelled the breath exhaled from Yang Shuang's nose with his mouth. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, smelling, asking, and cutting. Now Yang Shuang is unconscious and has no gains from Princess Wei. Tan Chong can only work hard on looking, smelling, and cutting.

"Master, how about the emperor brother?" Yang Jian asked anxiously.

"Shame, this is the first time I have seen this disease, and it is difficult to draw a conclusion for a while. I have to discuss with the imperial physician who treated King Wei first to see if I can draw a conclusion."

Tan Chong's answer disappointed Yang Jian, but Yang Jianyuan respected Tan Chong more than those imperial physicians and did not blame him: "As it is, the master will ask!"

"Thank you, my sage, I have retired." Tan Chong seemed anxious to find out the cause of King Wei's disease, which made Yang Jian feel more fond of him and nodded in agreement with Tan Chong's request.

After Tan Chong went down, Yang Jian's eyes fell on Guangyuan. Guangyuan did not feel uneasy because of Tan Chong's failure. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked confident. Seeing the emperor looking at him, Guangyuan bowed: "Wuliang Tianzun, I am willing to give it a try."

"Please be a god."

With the emperor's permission, Guangyuan stepped a few steps to Yang Shuang's bed, but he did not take the veins like Tan Chong. He just smelled the east and west like a police dog, and he was almost lying on Yang Shuang. Yang Yong was puzzled. Could it be that Guangyuan could get the cause of Yang Shuang by just listening?

"Your Majesty, Empress, I know why Your Highness, King of Wei is unconscious." Within half a moment, Guangyuan stopped diagnosis and shouted.

"The immortal is really smart. Tell me quickly. What disease does the emperor's brother suffer from? How to cure it?"

"Report to the emperor, Your Highness King Wei is still possessed by a cat demon, and has become unconscious. As long as I do the trick and kill the cat demon, Your Highness King Wei will naturally be safe and sound." Guangyuan said seriously, and the whisk in his hand swayed, which made him feel a little more fairy-like.

Yang Yong opened his mouth wide. Judging from the diagnosis of Monk Tan Chong just now, he had some real information. Unexpectedly, Guangyuan was talking nonsense. Yang Yong was already sure that Guangyuan was definitely a liar and had such a courage. Since he dared to go to the palace to cheat.

Yang Jian and Dugu are half-believing and half-doubted. Cat demons have been circulated since ancient times, especially when they involve the palace. There are many records. It is rumored that every nine years after the cats are raised, one tail and one life. After they grow nine tails, the old cat will turn into a human form in another nine years and become a real nine-life cat demon.

The Nine-Life Cat Demon is very cruel. It can tear and smash other monsters in the mountains and eat them, and at the same time it can control the corpse with demonic power. In Feng Shui metaphysics, cats must not be allowed to approach a new grave, otherwise it may cause corpses to transform. Not only that, the cat demon can also turn into beauties and old people to deceive passers-by. The premise is often to eat the person who is going to become the target first. Once someone is possessed by the cat demon, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.

Guangyuan's words made the temperature of the room seem to have dropped a few degrees. The burning candle flames swayed in the wind, and the room became gloomy. Yuan Qing'er's face turned pale, and she tightly grabbed Yang Yong's clothes and didn't dare to let go.
Chapter completed!