The many contradictions and inconsistencies that Jia Cong encountered since he was reborn in this world have basically been reasonably explained after this trip to the imperial mausoleum.
The saint stayed at the imperial mausoleum for several days, and Zongzheng Temple presided over the ancestor worship ceremony step by step. The old man took Jia Cong around the imperial mausoleum with great interest.
In early April, a letter from the emperor was sent to the capital, and the emperor slowly returned to the capital. News came from the south that the Dragon Guards were about to escort the monks and Taoists to the capital.
When returning to the city, the Supreme Emperor told Jia Cong not to talk about reincarnation with others. Emperor Taizu descended from the Ziwei star and led the Han Dynasty to expel the Tartars and restore China. There is no doubt about this.
The royal family can tolerate the birth of Wenquxing, but cannot tolerate anyone shaking Taizu Ziweixing's belief in descending to earth.
After all, the story of five-colored light shining through Ziwei on the eighth day of August in the sixth year of the Yuan Dynasty has long been spread among the people.
Everyone knows that God couldn't bear that China would continue to sink, so it sent down crape myrtle to the earth to save the people of the world.
Jia Cong naturally knew the importance. Apart from the saints and the emperor who would know about his reincarnation, only the prince Liu Hong would know from the emperor when he took over the throne in the future.
However, the old man still allowed Jia Cong to tell his family about the police fantasy. The Jia family had offended the demon for the sake of the royal family. Now that it reappears, the Jia family still needs to be on guard.
Especially the Jia family who was harmed by the monster in Jing Huan, and the four families related to the Jia family, Lin, Xue, Shi, and Wang, were almost destroyed. The hatred was so great.
Once the traces of Jing Huan are found, it would be unjust to not take revenge.
On the day the Holy Emperor returned to Beijing, Jia Cong went directly to Qintian Prison with the Supreme Emperor, wanting to see this magical monk as soon as possible.
But after he saw the two ghosts locked in the iron urn, he was completely confused.
Jia Cong swooped behind Cao Jiugong, pointed at the giant centipede and toad in the iron urn and asked, "Cao Dudu, what is this?"
"That's the same monk, the lame Taoist and the scabby monk. They are known as Miao Miao Taoist and Mang Miao Great Master."
In fact, Cao Jiugong was also confused. According to the accompanying Longhushan Taoist, these two people were still somewhat human-like at first, but as they got closer and closer to the capital, the weak two people gradually lost their breath.
As soon as they entered the capital's territory, the two people who were originally locked in the iron cage disappeared. Among the tattered clothes, only a centipede more than a foot long and a toad as big as the mouth of a bowl were left.
What a big centipede, what an ugly toad!
These two ugly things remained motionless, letting General Huwei and Big Cat push them around with their paws. They looked like they were dead.
The two saints were talking to several Taoist priests, one of whom was the master of the end, the old Taoist Zhang Taoist.
Jia Cong finally pulled the big cat back by its tail and slapped it on the head: "You don't want to die, monster, you want to eat it too?"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, please don't be afraid, little Jia layman. The two demons used their victory-weary technique before but suffered backlash, and were later injured by human luck. They no longer have any magic power. The capital is where the human emperor lives, and it is difficult for demons to invade. . These two demons have lost the protection of the Jinghuan Demon and are already at the end of their lives. According to Pindao’s estimate, these two demons were already dead when they entered the city.”
An old Taoist wearing a red Taoist robe came over with a magic sword in his hand, bowed and said hello, and then explained to the two of them the situation of the two ugly things in Wengzhong.
He pointed at the big centipede and introduced: "This is the lame Taoist, whose Taoist name is Miao Miao. This demon originally had a hundred legs, but in the twelfth year of Wulong, all of them were chopped off by the great heavenly master of the previous generation, so it became lame..."
Jia Cong looked in the direction of the old Taoist's finger, and sure enough he saw ten severed legs on the right side of the big centipede.
He murmured: "A hundred-footed man is lame even though he is so talented. He is such a waste. Is this toad the leprosy-headed monk?"
Of course the toad has a scabby head, and the bumps on its back make people shudder.
The old man in red robe smiled and nodded: "The way of heaven is clear and the human emperor governs the world. How can there be any reason for evil spirits to cause harm to the human world? These two monsters should be the last monsters to appear in the human world."
"It's a pity. I still wanted to ask them about the police fantasy, but now I have no chance."
Jia Cong took a knife from the hand of the dragon guard on the side, put it into the old man and stabbed it. Whether it was a centipede or a toad, the shell was as hard as steel and iron, and the knife could not penetrate it.
"Taoist Priest, what are you going to do with this thing?"
The red-robed Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, and then replied: "Of course, it must be burned with fire, and you can rest assured until it is completely gone."
Jia Cong kept poking the big centipede and suddenly stared at the iron urn in front of him.
It would be a pity to burn such a big centipede!
Not as good as...
He ran to the Second Sage and grinned: "Sage, Your Majesty, can you give me that... big centipede?"
Um?
The saint asked in confusion: "What do you want with this thing?"
Jia Cong clapped his fingers and replied: "Let's make wine. It would be a pity to burn such a big centipede. This centipede wine is a good thing. It has the effects of calming wind and relieving spasms, dredging collaterals and relieving pain, and detoxifying and dispersing stagnation. I asked Mrs. The boss of the hospital should go take a look. Such a big centipede will definitely double the effect..."
The giant centipede was finally in Jia Cong's hands. This thing was much rarer than ginseng and deer antlers. Several elders from Tai Hospital almost got into a fight over the ownership of the giant centipede.
Jia Cong got the old imperial doctor's promise that after the medicinal wine was made, he would definitely share a jar with him. As for the toad, even though it was ugly and scary, it was still used by the Imperial Hospital.
Sure enough, no matter what kind of monster, as long as it has edible or medicinal value, if it falls into the hands of the Chinese people, it will not escape the fate of being drained of its value.
Jia Cong came out of the Taiyuan Hospital, looked up at the sky, and sighed leisurely: "It seems that "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is not some myth or legend. It should have been eaten up by the ancestors."
…
The monks and Taoists were all used by the Taiyuan Hospital to make wine and make medicine, and Jinghuan temporarily cut off the clues.
The emperor handed over the follow-up investigation of the matter to Longhushan and Longjin Guards, while Jia Cong returned to his normal life and began to perform his duties at the Ministry of Industry.
During the roll call in the Golden Palace, the emperor directly confirmed Jia Cong's official position.
He is a direct bachelor of Longtuge and the right minister of the Ministry of Industry. He also holds the positions of director of the Political and Educational Department of the Royal Armed Forces College of Daxia, and the prince's left guard leader.
However, among these positions, only the right minister of the Ministry of Industry and the director of the Political and Education Department of the Armed Forces College are actual responsibilities, and his most important task at the moment is to take charge of the firearms and wool textile industries.
The war in southern Xinjiang is about to begin, and just the firearms for the southern army are enough to keep Jia Cong busy.
The eighth day of April is auspicious.
Jia She, the Marquis of Rongguo, once again left the capital and went south. The accompanying army was the Green Wolf Guard composed of 20,000 original Wara cavalry and 40,000 forbidden troops drawn from Zuowei and Youwei.
Lin Ruhai, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, once again petitioned the emperor. After receiving permission, he convened the imperial merchants in Beijing again and handed over the supplies for the southern army to six imperial merchants through bidding.
The first among them is the Xue family. Xue Biao, who was in charge of the Xue family's business affairs, inherited the Xue family's rank in the household department and entered the public eye as the head of the household department.
Baochai knew that he didn't have much time at home, so he took Xue Biao to various government offices and shops in the capital, regardless of other people's eyes, and explained to him the secrets.
The He family didn't have any complaints. They didn't expect Jia Cong to entertain his "good friend" Chida Gou at a restaurant in Nanchifang City that day, but he heard someone next door talking about Baochai.
What disgusted Jia Cong the most was that the people next door related Baochai to his brothers. They said that Baochai had an inexplicable relationship with his second brother Jia Lian, Baoyu and himself. He almost directly said that Baochai was unchaste and unclean. No matter what it takes to climb a high branch.
Qianda has been in Daxia for more than a year, so he naturally knows the relationship between the Jia family and the Xue family. When he saw Jia Cong's face darkening, he looked indignant.
"Uncle, do you want me to help you teach these talkative women a lesson? It's really embarrassing for us men to talk about a woman!"
Jia Cong shook his head and rejected Chida Goichi, because today he was hosting a banquet with Chida Goichi, as well as He Chong and Mu Congying, whom he had invited to accompany him.
At this time, He Chong was no longer as elegant and easy-going as before, his face was livid, and he looked at the Yan Ling knife that Jia Cong had placed aside.
Jia Cong immediately understood what He Chong meant. Yes, he was a bloody man.
He handed over the Yanling Sword: "Take it, I gave you the Yanling Sword, you can chop whoever you want!"
He Chong took it without any hesitation and rushed to the next door.
Mu Congying grabbed him eagerly: "You are really going to kill someone, calm down, calm down. Think about it carefully, you have been drinking for three rounds, and this private room is not soundproof, don't the people next door know you? Am I here? This is deliberately told to you and me. Uncle, please give me some advice!"
Jia Cong snorted coldly: "What are you trying to persuade? If you don't sacrifice a few lives for this matter, will the reputation of the He family, the Xue family, and my family be lost? Brother He, do you think what I said is right?"
Uh-huh!
He Chong directly expressed his attitude through actions, shook off Mu Congying's hand, and said bitterly: "A man like you, if you can't even protect your wife, how can you continue to live in this world with dignity!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the private room and went straight to the next door to kill.
Mu Congying gritted his teeth and followed, while Jia Cong comforted Goichi Chida who wanted to follow, and raised his glass: "Brother Chida, don't worry, you can't make any trouble, but someone wants to provoke me and He It’s just a family relationship. Come, let’s continue to taste this fine wine and toast to the friendship between us!”
Bang!
Jia Cong's ears twitched, and the door of the private room next door shattered.
The furious He Chong was definitely not a gentle and elegant young master. The heir carefully cultivated by Mr. He, his skills were at least as high as a three-story building.
"Insulting my fiancée, slandering the reputation of my He family, trying to ruin my friendship, you deserve to die!"
"What are you going to do? Be brave! I am Uncle Weiyuan's nephew, you dare to kill me?"
"He Chong, who are you trying to scare with a knife? We are all the sons of princes and have a certain rank. Even if you are the son of the Shangshu Mansion and have obtained a sixth-rank official, you cannot commit murder with a knife!"
"Song Zizhao, the nephew of Weiyuan Bo Songji, is a sixth-rank Jingying school captain. Jiangling, the grandson of Chengyang Bojiang Chengye, has thousands of households in the fifth-rank Jingying camp. He Qinsi, the son of Fengguo general He Baoshan, has a seventh-rank experience. The rest are no more than ordinary people. Chicken wagyu, not worth mentioning."
He Chong's sword pointed directly at the dozen or so people present and sneered: "Oh, they all happen to be below fifth grade! In the past few days, you guys were the ones spreading rumors everywhere to slander my fiancée's reputation. Let's settle old and new grudges together today. See if your neck can be stronger than the sword in my hand!"
Wow!
Jiang Ling overturned the desk in front of him and slammed it towards He Chong, who was about to kill him. At the same time, he quickly climbed over the window edge and jumped directly from the second floor of the restaurant.
Why would that lunatic from the Jia family lend He Chong his royal sword? Isn't he afraid of being blamed in the palace?
He Chong stretched out his hand to block the incoming table, and swung his knife to split it open. Then without any pause, he slashed at Song Zizhao, who was making the most noise just now.
It's a pity that Song Zizhao is not a weak scholar. This guy is also a military general. He has some skills and is more than enough to deal with He Chong.
If he hadn't brought a sword when he came here today, he might have beaten He Chong back.
The movement upstairs quickly attracted the attention of the first floor. The guards such as Song Zizhao heard the master's call and rushed to the second floor. However, as soon as they reached the second floor, they were stopped by a warrior holding a long sword.
"If you don't want to die, get out!"
The guard Song Zizhao brought was used to being domineering. He pulled out his saber from his waist, brandished it with his teeth and claws, and cursed: "Where are you from, you brat? Get out of here. My master is from Weiyuan Bo's Mansion, and I have delayed my master's arrival." It’s a big deal, be careful your dog’s life is not saved!”
"Uncle Weiyuan's Mansion? Haha, what a great official power!"
The warrior smiled coldly, a cold light flashed, his figure moved, and then he sheathed his sword.
Before the guard could react, he had already returned to standing still holding the long knife.
"you……"
呲~
The guard felt a pain in his throat as soon as he shouted a word, then his eyes widened and he covered his neck with his hands.
Scarlet blood flowed out from between the fingers, and the guard slowly collapsed. The rest of the people all broke out in cold sweat and took a step back.
The warrior spoke again: "Uncle Yongfeng is here, who dares to be presumptuous? Get out of here!"
…
Hearing the increasingly noisy commotion outside, Chida knelt down and begged Jia Cong: "Uncle, can the Eleventh General alone stop those escort thugs? Uncle is a distinguished friend of the Satsuma clan, and he also Please give the Satsuma warriors a chance to fight for their friends!"
He had received a personal letter from the General before. The General said that he must serve Jia Cong, a nobleman of the Satsuma Domain. The closer the relationship with Jia Cong is, the more beneficial it will be for Satsuma Domain.
At that time, maybe we can also get the firearms manufacturing skills from Jia Cong. At that time, Satsuma Domain will be able to unify the Japanese country, then cross the sea westward, conquer Goryeo and Liaodong, until...
This is a rare opportunity. Jia Shiyi is a soldier outside the door, and the Satsuma warriors he brought are just in time to take action.
However, Jia Cong did not respond. Instead, he raised his glass again and said leisurely: "With those few talented people, Uncle Eleven is enough."
Qianda Goichi was a little unwilling: "Then I'll let them help Mr. He. There are about ten people next door. Mr. He can't beat four hands with just one fist..."
"No need, Brother He won't be in any danger as long as Brother Mu is here. It's best to get injured. When the time comes for Old Man He to show off his power, those people will suffer!"
Chida Goichi was really puzzled by Jia Cong's thoughts and asked doubtfully: "Uncle, aren't you going to help?"
Jia Cong chuckled: "Seeing that I officially entered the official position, I also made good friends with the Minister of Rites, the head of Qingliu. In addition, my second brother Bao stabbed some people in the waist, and they couldn't sit still and wanted to use such despicable methods. They use various methods to sow discord and cause trouble for me. What a pity, Brother He is a smart man and knows how to express his attitude."
Bang~wow~
A big hole was punched into the wooden wall next door by a man. The man flew over and lay flat on the ground in front of Jia Cong's desk.
Jia Cong looked frightened at first, then pointed at the person lying on the ground and cursed: "Damn it, I came to the restaurant to drink, and someone actually used himself as a hidden weapon to assassinate me. There is someone at the feet of the majestic emperor in the most virtuous place in the capital. Dare to assassinate the current earl. Is there any royal law? Is there any law?"
Gulu~poof~
The man who was originally in pain on the ground heard this and raised his head, a mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed all over the floor.
Jia Cong uttered an ouch, with a face full of surprise, then stood up and walked to him, kicked the man with his feet, and teased: "Hey, isn't this Wei Yuanbo's nephew Song Zizhao, the eldest son of Song Dynasty? What? The eldest son of Song Dynasty?" Have you learned the secret technique that has been rumored for a long time in the world - the buttocks backward flat on the sand and falling into the wild goose pose?"
Phew~
Song Zizhao bulged his eyes and looked at Jia Cong angrily. He wanted to speak but couldn't. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood again.
If Jia Cong hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been splashed all over him.
Mu Congying, who was next door, kicked another person into the wall and asked Jia Cong through the big hole in the wall: "Uncle, one of them ran away. He is Jiang Ling, the grandson of Chengyang Uncle. He must have gone back to report the news. Don’t you want to retreat first?”
Jia Cong picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it hard on Song Zizhao's head. Porcelain shards flew everywhere, and Song Zizhao fainted with a bloody head on the spot.
"Retreat? There is no such word as retreat in my dictionary! I want to see how stupid Uncle Weiyuan and Uncle Chengyang are to be used as weapons so easily!"
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I’ll stop updating here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of chapter)
