Chapter Seventy-One: The Vision

  "Has the young master not woken up yet?" Song Wen stepped into Pan Hao's room and asked Yu Xiang, who was waiting by his side.

  "Master, the young master has been asleep for three days and three nights. The doctor we invited said his pulse is normal, but so far there's no sign of him waking up!" Yuxiang replied with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

  Yu Xiang is a maid who was bought by Song Yu when she was young to serve him. Although in recent years, Song Yu has become more and more dissolute, often going out to indulge in pleasures, he still treats Yu Xiang with the same kindness as before. This makes the maid feel grateful and she continues to serve Song Yu wholeheartedly.

  "Ah, must the Song family line really be extinguished?!" Song's temples had even more silver hair. In these years, although he had married a wife, all the children born were girls, and his own body was no longer young. The opportunity to have children was also becoming increasingly scarce. Song Yu was now the only descendant of the Song family, if anything happened to him, the Song family line would be cut off in his hands.

  "Master! Master!" A hurried cry rang out. A servant dressed in a house uniform quickly walked in.

  "What's all the commotion about!" Song Wen rebuked, instantly regaining the dignity of a family head.

  "Old master, there's a blind Taoist priest who says he has a way to wake up the young master!" The servant was scolded by Song Wen and immediately became tongue-tied. Song Wen's authority in the Song Mansion was not to be trifled with.

  "Hmm, come quickly!" Song Wen's heart was filled with doubts, but he didn't want to miss a glimmer of hope, and so he hastily ordered.

  "Yes, yes, old master!" The servant hastily went over to bring the old Daoist over.

  A few minutes later, a blind old Taoist appeared before Song Wen. This old Taoist wore a Daoist robe that had been washed until it was slightly faded, with the Eight Trigrams of the Taiji embroidered on it. His hair was tied up on top of his head, and both his eyebrows and hair were white, but his face was as smooth and ruddy as an infant's skin, without a single wrinkle. Although his eyes were tightly closed, he walked with a natural air, just like a normal person with their eyes open.

  "Can you really save the child, Taoist priest?" Song Wen felt a slight sense of relief in his heart. This old Taoist must be one of those legendary figures with extraordinary abilities.

  "Don't worry, benefactor, this is a joyful event for your child, no need to rush!" The old Taoist said calmly after taking a look at Pan Hao.

  "What's going on?" Song Wen was shocked to hear this. Pan Hao had clearly contracted a strange illness and hadn't woken up for three whole days and nights, yet he said it was good news. Was this old Taoist here to stir up trouble?

  "This child originally had a noble aura deeply hidden, now the noble aura is bursting forth, rushing up to the heavenly spirit, and there will be strange phenomena outside the house. The gentleman can go out and take a look. It's just that this child cannot adapt to the bursting noble aura for the time being, so he fell into a deep sleep for three days. Only after waking up, he will surely bring prosperity to the Song family." Upon hearing this, Song Wen immediately went outside the house to observe.

  At this time, outside, the sky was layered with dark clouds, and the sun was not visible. What kind of omen is this? Song Wen looked at the old Taoist priest with great annoyance. Yu Xiang also pouted slightly.

  "Haha, how can ordinary people's eyes see strange phenomena?" The old Taoist waved his hand and a red light fell on the two people's eyes. Boom! The two looked up.

  At this time, only the roof was seen, with five-colored clouds and mist extending for several miles. There was also a purple aura that formed a canopy and descended. Suddenly, the strange phenomenon disappeared and turned into a purple light that shot into Pan Hao's house. The room was suddenly filled with red light, and the sound of a dragon's roar could be faintly heard rising up. However, in an instant, everything had disappeared again.

  "Haha, it's settled then! The old Daoist will take his leave first!" With that, the blind old Daoist said loudly and floated away.

  "Hurry, hurry and take a look!" The two of them rushed into Pan Hao's room, only to see that Pan Hao had already opened his sleepy eyes, let out a yawn, and looked at the two of them rushing in with a puzzled expression.

  "Is it really as Master Daozhang said? Will the rise of the Song family's fortunes depend on Yu'er in the future?" Song Wen muttered incredulously.

  "Father, how did you come!" Pan Hao asked as he got out of bed.

  Yu Xiang hastily explained the matter of getting drunk and falling asleep to Pan Hao. Pan Hao feigned shock, marveling at how he could have slept for so long, and vowed never to overindulge in wine again, and so on.

  Song Wen remembered what the old Taoist said and carefully observed Pan Hao, and indeed found that he was a little different from his usual self. At this time, Pan Hao's eyes were shining brightly, his appearance was extraordinary, and his behavior had an air of dignity that made people convinced. After casually scolding him a few times, Song Wen left, and today the old Taoist's words plus the strange phenomenon had already disrupted his mind.

  Wishing to emulate the uprising of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang in former years, they strengthened their call to arms by putting a message inside the belly of a fish. When someone bought the fish and cooked it, he found the message inside the fish's belly and was astonished. They also secretly ordered someone to set fire to a nearby shrine at night, where a fox cried out: "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king."

  There was also Han Taizu Liu Bang, who rose up in rebellion after beheading a white snake and claimed to be the son of the Red Emperor. As for Tang Taizong Li Shimin, at the age of four, he met with a scholar who paid respects to Gaozu and said: "You have the appearance of a noble person, but you must have a noble son." When he saw Taizong, he said: "He has the bearing of a dragon and phoenix, the face of heaven and sun. In a few years, he will definitely be able to bring peace and stability to the people." The scholar then took his leave, and Gaozu feared that his words would leak out, so he sent someone to chase after him and kill him, but he didn't know where he went, and thus considered him a god. He then adopted his words and named him Shimin.

  All sorts of momentum are only to illustrate one thing, that is, oneself is the son of heaven and the king of the world. Now Pan Hao also borrows these momentum to create a foundation for future public opinion.

  From that day on, Pan Hao indeed behaved differently from usual. He was warm and courteous to people, and his actions were measured and elegant. It was as if he had become a different person. And with the spread of the strange phenomenon, people couldn't help but marvel at Pan Hao's transformation. The old Daoist's comments about him were also dug up by the crowd, and suddenly became a legendary tale. Pan Hao also gained an air of mystery in the eyes of the crowd.

  Pan Hao concentrated his mind and looked at the void, only to see that there were many white gas threads connected to his head. Originally, the fate he had thrown himself into was a light red color, with the capacity of a county master. These rumors cannot provide much supplement for him now, but in the future, they might be able to resist 200,000 strong soldiers, Pan Hao thought to himself.

  On the other hand, Qingyu County is where the main deity resides. For the past few days, Pan Hao's divine spirit has been observing the changes in the atmosphere. Although it is too far from Kyoto to observe the atmosphere directly, if there are problems in the central region, they will also have a significant impact on local states and counties. Therefore, Pan Hao can only observe the changes in the atmospheric conditions of various states to infer the changes in Kyoto and other places.

  In the two provinces, the dark energy has gradually thickened, and the imperial court's fortune has slowly begun to loosen and weaken. There are rumors that the Qingzhou refugees have transformed from small uprisings into a large-scale riot, attacking cities everywhere, burning, killing, and looting after entering, like a plague of locusts passing through.

  General Yu Yuan is dispatching troops to quell the uprising, but Qingzhou has been reduced to a state of tatters, ravaged by dozens of bands of insurgent refugees, among which three have already coalesced into forces of over 100,000 men, and are beginning to gain momentum.

  In the land of Huaxia, since ancient times, the matter of waging war has rarely involved gods and cultivators. It's not that they don't want to participate, but rather, the aura of war, the iron-blooded aura, and the aura of human morals all suppress the abilities of gods and cultivators.

  Suppressing the gods and monks like ordinary people, they can't play a big role in the battle, and the huge power of cause and effect, which can even knock them off the altar, the golden elixir yuan god is broken, and never reborn, is what they fear most.

  However, there are quite a few evil cultivators who take advantage of the situation to gain benefits. They do not participate in the conquest and the change of the imperial court, but they can take advantage of the current decline of the imperial court's fortune to gain some advantages. However, these petty people will eventually become nothing, once the human world's fortune comes, one by one, they are just like chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

  Now Pan Hao's divine way is weak and small, and it has little impact on the battle situation. Once the war breaks out and the flames spread, he will probably be unable to control himself.

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