Heaven Official's Blessing Chapter 71-80
Ch.71: God of Heaven Interferes in Mortal Matters
Mount Taicang, the Crown Prince Summit.
It was at the time of the day when visitors could no longer linger, and were asked to
leave the Royal Holy Pavilion in droves. Sounds of chanting sutras came in waves from
within the Xianle Pavilion, and some thousands of cultivators were conducting their
evening rituals with the four Guoshis leading the service beneath the feet of that five
meters high golden divine statue.
Within the Temple of the Crown Prince, on either sides of the walls were innumerous
everlasting lamps in rows that hung from the ground to the ceiling. Xie Lian descended
from the sky, lightly landing on the altar, and seated himself in position right before his
own statue.
He waved a hand. A light breeze blew from nowhere, and the countless lamps spun
gently. With the swaying light, many of the cultivators looked up, voicing their awe,
whispering among themselves. The Guoshi who was composedly seated with his eyes
closed suddenly blinked them open and said, “That’ll be it for today. You are all
dismissed.”
The cultivators rose to their feet and left. The other three Deputy Guoshis couldn’t see
Xie Lian’s form but could also guess that something had descended, so they also
departed the hall, closing the doors behind them. Once those tall doors were shut, Xie
Lian immediately spoke, unable to wait another second, “Guoshi, did you know about
the drought in Yong’an? There’s been no word from father, did something happen at
court? Or is it that he’s unaware of what’s happening?”
Heavenly officials were not allowed to secretly show themselves before mortals but
there were exceptional cases, such as Guoshis, religious ministers or such high level
cultivators. Those who had cultivated to certain levels were representatives of heavenly
officials in the mortal realm, thus, Xie Lian could speak directly to the Guoshi. The “no
prostrating within the Temple of the Crown Prince” rule was thus dictated through the
mouth of the Guoshi from Xie Lian.
He had originally thought there were some exceptional circumstances that made the
king unable to free himself to handle the disaster at Yong’an, or, the king had no idea
that the situation had worsened to the point of massive deaths. Unexpectedly, however,
the Guoshi replied, “His majesty the king is doing well, nothing major has happened,
and knows very well of what’s happening in Yong’an.”
Xie Lian was taken aback, “Then how come every time when Father visited the Royal
Holy Pavilion I’ve never heard him pray for Yong’an once? Not even a word?”
Even if he didn’t get along well with his father, he also knew that the king was not a
fatuous leader. He may have seen himself high above others as the son of god, and
highly regarded hierarchy, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t care for refugees. The
Guoshi replied, “This has nothing to do with his majesty. It was I who advised him to not
have him or the queen mention Yong’an in their prayers.”
“...”
“Why?” Xie Lian demanded.
“Because it’s pointless.” The Guoshi replied.
Xie Lian was shocked, “What do you mean by ‘pointless’?”
A moment later his mind worked it out, “Are you saying that because I’m a martial god
with no control over droughts, telling me would be pointless? Did you forget that I may
be a martial god, but I’m also the Crown Prince of Xianle? My people are in trouble, how
can I sit back and do nothing?” After a pause he continued, “The most important thing
right now is to save the disaster victims and take care of them. Please speak to my
father on my behalf to stop constructing any more temples; there’s already too many
Temple of the Crown Prince in this kingdom, I don’t need them. And those golden
statues – they could be melted down to help fundraise for the disaster. Yong’an sits in
the west, and they need water. We can dig a canal, irrigate the waters from the east,
water the crops and nourish the land...”
As he spoke, the Guoshi only shook his head, muttering, “Too early. Too early.”
Xie Lian didn’t understand, “What’s too early?”
“Do you understand now why I said you shouldn’t ascend too early?” The Guoshi said,
“It’s because your people haven’t died out completely yet.”
“...” Xie Lian’s eyes widened, and shouted in outrage, “Guoshi! WHAT... WHAT ARE
YOU SAYING? WHAT DO YOU... WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY PEOPLE HAVEN’T DIED
OUT COMPLETELY YET??!”
“You’ve already become a god, but you couldn’t forget who you were as a mortal,
unable to let go and differentiate between the two realms.” The Guoshi replied, “You’re
involving yourself but you are also powerless, and in the end it will only result in an utter
mess.”
Xie Lian was seated upon the altar and the Guoshi stood below; even though it was
obvious Xie Lian’s the one looking down, but when the Guoshi spoke, it was like he was
the one above.
“How can I be powerless? As long as I act, there will be results. Every small bit counts,
even if I could save but one, it’s still better than none. If you won’t speak for me to my
father then I will go seek him out myself.” Xie Lian said.
Xie Lian jumped to his feet but the Guoshi grabbed at the corner of his sleeve, yelling,
“COME BACK! Do you know why heavenly officials can’t show themselves before
mortals at will? There’s a reason behind that thousand-year rule, don’t do anything
foolish!”
Xie Lian whipped his head around, “THEN WHAT CAN I DO? I CAN’T DO THIS, I
CAN’T DO THAT; Guoshi, THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING RIGHT NOW IN MY LAND!
AREN’T GODS CALLED GODS BECAUSE THEY CAN SAVE THE PEOPLE? IF I
DON’T APPEAR NOW THEN WHEN CAN I APPEAR?? WHAT WOULD BE THE
MEANING OF MY ASCENSION THEN??!!”
The Guoshi held him down, sighing, “Your Highness, sigh, Your Highness. Do you know
what I’ve seen?”
Xie Lian huffed and forced himself to calm down before sitting again, “Please enlighten
me.”
The Guoshi stared at him, “I’ve seen your future, and it’s pitch black.”
Xie Lian looked him straight in the eyes and said, “You must’ve seen wrong. I only like
to wear white.”
“I worry that not only would you be unable to save your people, they will turn around and
drag you down from the divine altar.” The Guoshi said.
“My people aren’t like that, they can clearly recognize what’s right and wrong. If I can’t
save them, then there’d be no meaning to me being on this altar anyway.” Xie Lian
replied.
A moment later, the Guoshi sighed, “What your father has done can’t be said to be right,
but it can’t be said to be wrong either. You said to fundraise, but it’s not like your father
hadn’t tried, and you can go see how that ended. You said to dig a canal to irrigate the
waters, then go see that river for yourself whether if it could be done.”
Xie Lian inclined his head, “I understand. Thank you, Guoshi.”
Upon leaving Mount Taicang, he headed westward and arrived at the city of Yong’an of
the Kingdom of Xianle.
In the twenty years of his life, Xie Lian had never thought the sun to be so scorchingly
deadly. The first step he made upon that earth, he could already feel how wretchedly
hot and dry it was, like everything in the air had been contorted. With the blazing sun
above, the land had already cracked into broken chunks of earth, horrifyingly aged.
There was a deep gutter that seemed to have been a river once, but it was already
dried up to the bottom, and the blackened riverbed was emitting a strange stench. He
walked for a long time and didn’t see a single field. Maybe there were fields once, but
they must be unrecognizable at this point.
Xie Lian looked around as he walked, that dry and hot breeze blowing his long hair into
a mess, but he was too occupied to mind it. Just then, someone suddenly called for him
from behind, “Your Highness!”
Xie Lian turned his head and saw two silhouettes in black approaching in a rush. It was
Feng Xin and Mu Qing. Xie Lian cut straight to the heart of the subject, “Any news?”
Feng Xin flapped his shirt to fan himself, “Yes. In the past two years the entire western
territory experienced a water shortage, and it finally erupted this year. Yong’an is the
worst affected: the river’s dried, the rain doesn’t come, so the crops won’t grow. The
wealthier families are still faring alright; as long as there’s money then food and water
can be bought from elsewhere. However, most of the wealthy have already moved to
the eastern territories. Those who are left are either poor or handicapped.”
Xie Lian knitted his brows, “The Guoshi said my father didn’t just sit back and also
fundraised, so why is it still so serious?”
Mu Qing said coldly, “When funds go through government checkpoints, each checkpoint
will strip an amount until finally there’s nothing left. Of course it’s still this serious. If it
were up to me, it’d be better not to have se