'No wonder the court gives Ziyun Dao such respect, it's not that the emperors and nobs on the court admire Daoism, it's that they have no choice.'
At this moment, Lu Yuan deeply realized the difficult position of the court.
If they didn't serve Ziyun Dao well, the emperor would not be able to sit securely on his throne and sleep peacefully at night.
The emperor had to constantly worry that one day, Ziyun Dao master would come to the palace, take away his life in a sleep.
With such a great immortal in the country, it's not easy for the emperor to rule.
As Lu Yuan sighed inwardly, they arrived at the home of village chief Wei De.
Entering the house, he looked around and saw a small altar placed at the dining table, with a god statue hanging on it and an incense burner placed in front of it, which had already been lit.
Looking at the god statue, it depicted an old man in white with a green robe, holding a wooden staff, and followed by a purple cloud.
