Outside the capital.
A beggar looked at the city gate and shed tears.
He was limping, as if he was disabled.
He walked into the city with faltering steps and passed through the bustling crowd. He couldn't stop crying.
Seeing him like this, many people backed down one after another, thinking that he was mentally ill.
He walked to the palace gate and knelt in front of the Meridian Gate: "I, Wang Yue, are back!"
When Zhu Qiyu heard that Wang Yue was back?
The secret note given to him by Yu Qian claimed that Wang Yue had disappeared, why was he back?
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Wang Yue, who had washed himself, limped into the hall and knelt on the ground.
Wang Yue was a Jinshi in the second year of Jingtai. He is only thirty-two years old this year. He is in his prime, but at this moment he looks like an old man, with dark skin and a weathered face.
"Weak minister Wang Yue, please pay your respects, Holy Lord!" Wang Yue choked with sobs.
"I am safe."
Zhu Qiyu's eyes turned red: "Get up, what's wrong with your legs?"
Wang Yue looked at the broken leg and his tone became choked up: "Last time, Wei Chen was assassinated and had no time to take care of him, so he hurried to Shandong. The result, the result..."
He couldn't speak anymore.
"What happened? Tell me and I will make the decision for you!"
Zhu Qiyu gritted his teeth and said: "Wang Yue, you were sent out by me, who gave you the trouble? Who made you end up like this? Tell me, I will make the decision for you!"
Wang Yue choked up and spoke.
After he left Beijing, he entered Shandong with the Emperor's Sword.
It was good at first, but after local officials learned about the purpose of Wang Yue's trip, they became lukewarm and tried to prevaricate and exclude him.
He didn't care and continued to collect evidence.
In the process, he was tricked into a farm, beaten with a sap, and imprisoned.
He was imprisoned for nearly a month and was tortured in every possible way.
The torture process is unbearable to read.
After a lot of hardships, he found an opportunity and escaped, only to return to the capital after a lot of hardships.
"Who imprisoned you?"
Zhu Qiyu asked him.
"Shandong Chief Minister, Pei Lun!" Wang Yue gritted his teeth.
"Pei Lun?"
Zhu Qiyu was really impressed.
To welcome back the Supreme Empress, Pei Lun said: "You must not imprison Yingzong in the Nangong. It is better to lead the ministers to court at Yan'an Gate on the first day of every month."
He even said: I thought that the prince was dead, the son of the Yingzong, that is, the son of your majesty, and that King Yi was generous enough to trust the ancestral temple and the state, so he begged for the throne to be restored...
At that time, there was a crisis in Yi Chu, and this Pei Lun was the Supreme Emperor's loyal supporter.
"Is it the Pei Lun who satirizes me by reciting poems and composing poems at home every day?" Zhu Qiyu said in a strange tone.
He is Pei Lian's son and is quite famous.
"It's him!"
Zhu Qiyu's eyes darkened: "How are you sure it's him?"
"It's true that Wei Chen has never met anyone, but Wei Chen knows that Pei Lun used the Emperor's Sword given to Wei Chen by His Majesty!" Wang Yue said firmly.
"He dares?" Zhu Qiyu's eyes were filled with anger.
"Yu Shi Zhang Peng, he was the one who killed him with the Emperor's Sword!"
Wang Yue asked someone to take out his tattered clothes. There was a pocket sewn on the clothes, and inside was a blood letter written in Zhang Peng's handwriting.
Zhu Qiyu glanced at him.
"Wei Chen will never dare to imitate it. Your Majesty can go check it out!"
Wang Yue was frightened and said: "Your Majesty, think about it, how could the right deputy imperial envoy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate die? Shandong is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, who dares to make a mistake?"
The blood letter is about a secret report.
Before Zhang Peng died, what he wanted most in mind was to send his secret memorial to the capital.
"It seems that Shandong is completely ruined."
Zhu Qiyu said: "I first sent Lin Cong and then Yu Qian to clear up Shandong's officialdom. It won't take long for everyone in Shandong's officialdom to be arrested and brought back to Beijing. Then the truth will be revealed."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" Wang Yue burst into tears.
He was born with a golden key in his mouth. His great-grandfather Wang Xiandao was awarded the title of Uncle Weining. His grandfather and father both became Taifu, and he was a highly respected minister.
He did not inherit the title, passed the Jinshi examination, followed an open official career, and was valued by the emperor because of his outstanding ability.
As a result, we encountered such a big setback.
Zhu Qiyu helped him up: "Wang Yue, you are a Jinshi in the second year of Jingtai. You are someone I value. You have the potential to become a famous minister and a famous general!"
"I was reckless this time. I sent you to Shandong in a hurry. I couldn't help you."
"When Heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind, strain his body and skin, and deplete his body."
"You are the young man I value most!"
"If your leg can be cured, it can be cured. It doesn't matter if it can't be cured. You don't have to care about the eyes of the world!"
"I'm telling you directly, in the future you will be the Minister of War and the Chief Assistant of the Cabinet! Even if you want to be a minister, with your ability, you can be promoted to the title of Duke of the country!"
"I'll let you assume the title of Duke Weining. After becoming Weining, you can become Duke Wei in the future. How about that?"
"Wang Yue, I don't want to defeat you with just one setback!"
"The body is disabled but the mind is strong. This leg of yours was created for the Ming Dynasty. It was created for me. I will bear it in my heart."
These words made Wang Yue burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
"Listen to me, don't think so much."
Zhu Qiyu helped him up: "Wang Yue, cheer up, you are the young man I value most!"
Wang Yue came out of the palace and the imperial doctor treated his leg.
He also knew that the probability of being cured was slim.
When he returned home, he locked himself in his study, cried all his tears, and sat in a chair in a daze.
Then, he burned his poem manuscript.
"Official, what are you going to do?" His wife, Mrs. Sun, ran in and snatched the poem manuscript from him.
Sun came from a scholarly family and admired Wang Yue's poetic talent. She often talked about poems and composed poems with him, and the husband and wife treated each other with respect.
"It's useless." Wang Yue grabbed it and threw it into the fire barrel.
"Sir, your legs just don't work, so why are they useless? Your Majesty values you so much, how can you be so helpless?"
Sun hugged him and cried bitterly.
His two sons and two daughters stood outside the house and cried when they saw this scene.
The father they remembered was high-spirited and like their grandfather and great-grandfather, he was the mainstay of the court.
"It is precisely because His Majesty values that he does not want these flashy and flashy poems."
Wang Yue wiped his tears: "I used to be self-righteous, but now I know that these are all empty and of no use."
"Why is it useless? Officer, when my father-in-law was here, he said that your poetry talent could rival Li Du's, like a rainbow stretching across the sky, with a blaze of flames. Why did you talk about yourself in such a bad light?"
Sun wanted to save the poems, but the paper that fell into the brazier burned into ashes in an instant.
She sat on the ground and cried.
Wang Yue didn't look at it and continued to burn.
What he burned was his past, the past him, with bright clothes and angry horses, and blazing flames and flowers.
After being imprisoned for more than a month, he saw clearly that everything was in vain.
Burned, passed.
In the future...he doesn't know how to face the strange eyes of the world.
…
The news that Wang Yue burned his poems reached the palace.
Zhu Qiyu sighed quietly: "With Wang Yue's talent, if he becomes a famous general, he will not be inferior to Qian; if he becomes a famous minister, he will be comparable to Yang Shiqi; if he becomes a scholar, he will be the leader."
"No matter what, it was me who harmed him."
"Ruined all his glory!"
"Feng Xiao, you go out of the palace in person, comfort him, and tell him that if he wants to seize the title, he can seize the title of Uncle Weining. If he doesn't want to seize the title, he can become the right minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, burn his poems, and become a famous minister and general. .”
Zhu Qiyu sighed.
"My slave obeys the order!"
Feng Xiao said cautiously: "Your Majesty, Lord Yuan is here."
"Xuan come in."
Soon, Yuan Jie came in and knelt on the ground to salute.
"Yuan Jie, I'll get straight to the point with you, no more polite words."
"I want to send you to supervise the Hetao."
Zhu Qiyu said: "I know that I have just sent you from the local area to the central government. As soon as you have become familiar with the central government affairs, you are going to another place again, which makes you very busy."
"But there is really no one to send to the DPRK."
"Wei Chen is not afraid of hard work and is willing to go!" Yuan Jie knelt on the ground.
Yuan Jie is a smart man and good at governing the place.
Knowing that the emperor said that for this purpose, he had to do it, and he was also willing to go somewhere.
"Get up and give me a seat."
Zhu Qiyu said: "The Hetao newly entered the Ming Dynasty is a blank piece of paper, and the central government can paint at will."
"I have ordered the Chief Envoy of Shanxi Province to select a group of homeless men and immigrate to Hetao."
"These people immigrate to the Loop. Do you know what to do first?"
Yuan Jie thought for a moment and immediately said: "Divide the land, marry a wife, and settle down the family."
"That's right."
Zhu Qiyu nodded: "I have asked Gansu Town and Ningxia Town to go to the home of the Seven Guards in Guanxi, and the robbed women will be given to them as wives."
"If it's not enough, you have to think of a way. With a wife and land, they can put their roots in the river."
"But these women will be given priority to the soldiers in the Beijing camp. If they are willing to settle down in Hetao, they will stay in Hetao as garrison soldiers."
"The Hetao is a blank slate, and the herdsmen don't know how to manage it."
"When you go, you need to build cities, defense lines, city gates, build water conservancy, protect water and soil, manage the Yellow River, and manage the Loop. Your name will be engraved in the history books and will be remembered forever!"
"Controlling the Loop is extremely difficult. I understand that, and I won't set a time limit for you. Take your time."
"Whatever you want, whatever the center can satisfy, I'll try my best to give it to you."
"In ten years, the Loop will be tax-free. I will pour money into it, but in these ten years, I will see results. Yuan Jie, can you do it?"
Zhu Qiyu looked at him.
"I will live up to His Majesty's high expectations!" Yuan Jie kowtowed.
The emperor had given him enough benefits.
He is also good at managing the place and has great confidence in himself.
What really reassured him was the emperor. The emperor was a bad person in many ways, but the best thing was that as long as he promised to do things, he would never dictate and completely delegate power.
The emperor gave him ten years, Yuan Jie has this confidence!
"good!"
"Yuan Jie, I will leave the Hetao to you! You will be the chief envoy of the Hetao, let Zhang Wenzhi and Lin Wen be your deputies, and select a group of people from the Hanlin Academy to fill the vacancies."
"Fan Guang is not easy to get along with. Please be more considerate. If you encounter difficulties, give me a secret report. I will help you in whatever way I can." Zhu Qiyu repeatedly warned him.
Lin Wen was a prostitute in the fifth year of Xuande's reign. He participated in the compilation of "Huanyu Tongzhi" and often went to the inner library to give lectures to the eunuchs. He was extremely knowledgeable.
Zhang Wenzhi is the right counselor of the Chief Secretary and a member of Wang Fu.
He has not yet decided who the eunuch will send.
It is easy to recover the Loop, but it is even more difficult to control the Loop.
Send Yuan Jie away.
Zhu Qiyu sighed, sitting at the center, organizing the world, there are thousands of things, it seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.
"Feng Xiao..."
"Your Majesty, Eunuch Feng has left the palace to go to Mr. Wang's house." Gu Youzhi said cautiously.
Zhu Qiyu glanced at him: "How many vassal princes have been in the capital?"
"Back to the emperor, no one came."
"It's already April? It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival, why isn't anyone here?"
Zhu Qiyu's eyes were sharp: "I am issuing an order to reprimand all the kings in the world and stop issuing ancestral salaries!"
"My servant obeys the order!" Gu Youzhi went to deliver the order.
"return!"
Zhu Qiyu's eyes turned cold: "Go in person, take Wang Yi and Shi Jing's eldest son to the street, and give them thirty lashes!"
"You can't handle even the smallest things well, why are you being a prince-in-law?"
"Pass a secret message to Wang Yi and Shi Jing. If you can't do anything good, don't come back. Pick a place and bury yourself."
Gu Youzhi was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
The emperor's prestige is getting more and more important, and as a person around him, he has to serve him carefully.
…
Patrol camp.
Cao Jixiang was furious: "Last month, what I handed in was not enough! Your Majesty called me a bastard!"
"This month, it's getting less and less every day?"
"Don't any of the temples and temples in Beijing burn incense?"
Everyone in the patrol camp was haggard and did not dare to say a word.
"Did someone have dirty hands and touch money that shouldn't have been touched?"
Cao Jixiang's eyes were cold and he glanced around: "If you take it, stand up and I will give you a chance to change your ways!"
"Camping Governor, no one dares to reach out. In recent times, there have indeed been fewer people burning incense." Liu Yu whispered.
Liu Yu was Cao Jixiang's domestic slave. He was quite strong and was originally the commander of the capital camp.
Because Cao Jixiang was dismissed from his post, he also took Gualuo'er and entered the patrol camp.
"Reduced? Why?" Cao Jixiang looked at him.
"The number of camp governors has indeed decreased, and I don't know what the numbers are." Cao Xuan spoke helpfully.
After Cao Jixiang escaped from death, he adopted Cao Xuan and other three nephews as his heirs. After all, one Cao Qin died. If he was unlucky again and another one died, wouldn't there be no one to care for him until he died?
"I don't know? What do I feed you?"
Cao Jixiang's eyes were sharp: "Go and investigate. I will give you half a day. I want to know why there are fewer people burning incense! Tomorrow, if the number of incense burners is not enough, I will take the blame with your heads! Get out! Everybody!" roll!"
After swiping everyone away, Cao Jixiang's face turned pale.
At the end of last month, when he went to pay the silver, the emperor gave him a look that made his scalp numb all the time.
"Next month, if you can't pay it, just pick a cemetery."
These are the emperor's original words.
I've been a little distracted lately, and I woke up after the emperor scolded me.
Every month, he paid 500,000 taels of silver into the internal fund. He finished the first month and still had a slight surplus. Last month, he paid 380,000 taels.
This month, he has to pay 620,000 taels.
The emperor gave him three large mansions, which were opened and renovated to serve as patrol camps and listed as patrol camps.
Sitting in the most magnificent official residence in the capital, he was restless.
It was getting dark, and people came back one after another.
"Battle Supervisor, we found it."
Liu Yu hurried in and said out of breath: "It is true that we no longer burn incense. The temples and temples in Beijing have united and will not burn incense in the temples."
"What do you mean? Drink some water and speak slowly!" Cao Jixiang asked.
Liu Yu took a sip of water.
It is said that burning incense is only prohibited in the capital, but not outside the capital. Therefore, the temples in the capital unite to burn incense outside the capital.
It offended many pilgrims, who also went out of the city to burn incense.
So incense sales dropped.
Snapped!
Cao Jixiang slapped the table: "What a courageous dog! Who takes the lead?"
"If we go back to the camp to be the governor, it will be the monks from Longfu Temple who take the lead." Liu Yu reported back.
Upon hearing this, Cao Jixiang put out the fire.
The monk Lama was assassinated, and now even the emperor has a headache. How dare he get into trouble again?
But this matter must be taken care of!
If he can't collect the money, his head will have to move.
"Liu Yu, you and your people have sealed off the temple in Quanshun Tianfu and don't allow anyone to burn incense!"
"Battle Supervisor, we don't have enough people."
"If you don't have enough, recruit them. Don't we have money in the camp? Can't we recruit ruffians?"
Cao Jixiang sneered: "Longfu Temple, let's go meet them in person!"
"I obey you!"
Shuntian Prefecture has two counties under its jurisdiction, so just send Liu Yu and Tang Xu there.
"Today it's Shuntian Prefecture, tomorrow it's Beizhili!"
"Within one month, all incense in Beizhili must be purchased from the patrol camp!"
"If I can't get enough money for this month, I will die, and you will all die!"
Cao Jixiang roared: "Let's go, gods will kill gods! Buddhas will kill Buddha! It's the emperor's will. Even if the king of heaven comes, I have to kneel! Do you understand?"
"I obey you!"
The patrol battalion was dispatched.
Cao Jixiang took people to visit Longfu Temple.
The death of Lama Qiangyal gave the emperor a headache, so he reported to Wushen and sent many gifts to the court.
Today, the monks in Longfu Temple are leaderless.
It doesn't look like it was made by a monk, but it looks like it was made by a temple in Beijing.
After all, there are not many people who pay homage to the Fan monks, they are just some monastic people, so there is no need for the Fan monks, because a little incense will bring bad luck to the patrol camp.
The most powerful person in the capital is probably Zen Master Huijing, who uses the name of Monk Fan.
It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and run around!
"Please come over, Zen Master Huijing."
Cao Jixiang asked someone to move a chair and sit in front of the Buddha.
In the past, he did not dare to be disrespectful to the Buddha. Now, his life is almost gone, why does he still believe in Buddha! If you want to believe it, you have to believe the emperor!
Zen Master Huijing lost a lot of weight. When he saw Cao Jixiang, he politely advised him: "Please don't be disrespectful to the Buddha, Eunuch Cao. Please move away."
"Oh." Cao Jixiang responded, but did not move.
After Huijing suffered a loss, she stopped trying to persuade him and just kept chanting the Buddha's name, as if she was trying to atone for Cao Jixiang's sins.
"We are all old friends, so I will get straight to the point with you."
Cao Jixiang asked him: "Have you ever gone outside Beijing to burn incense?"
"this……"
The corner of Huijing's mouth twitched: "Monks don't tell lies. The incense sold in the patrol camp is too expensive. Our temple can't afford it, so we did go to burn incense outside Beijing."
"Since monks don't tell lies, then tell me that it was you who incited me to go out to burn incense in the city?" Cao Jixiang asked again.
Huijing shook her head.
Snapped!
Cao Jixiang raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "How dare you lie in front of the Buddha? Are you afraid of the Buddha's wrath?"
Huijing received a slap in the face, clasped her hands together, gritted her teeth and said, "The poor monk never lied."
"Who instigated that?" Cao Jixiang asked.
"The poor monk doesn't know... ah!"
Huijing screamed, and Cao Jixiang slapped him in the face again: "Didn't you say that your family won't lie? Why did you say you didn't know? Who asked you to go, didn't you know?"
After being tortured by the patrol camp for so long, when everyone in Longfu Temple saw Cao Jixiang, they were like a mouse seeing a cat, daring to be angry but afraid to speak.
After all, the last person who dared to fight with Cao Jixiang was Bi Xi, and the grass on his grave was several feet high.
"This governor will give you one last chance to speak out." Cao Jixiang sat down slowly.
Huijing was very unjustly accused and received two slaps from the eminent monk.
He is not a good practitioner. When Cao Jixiang slaps his left cheek, he should bring his right cheek up and let him hit him.
Huijing knew she couldn't escape, so she pointed at Fansi opposite.
"Say name!"
"Damuding." Huijing said it. Even he looked down upon himself. He had been reciting Buddha's name for half his life, but it was in vain.
"Go and catch him." Cao Jixiang turned to Shi Chong and said.
Shi Chong didn't care how bad the political impact of Lama Qiangyal's death was. He would do whatever the camp governor asked him to do.
Bang!
He kicked open the door of the main hall and went straight in to arrest people.
There was a young lama who tried to stop him, but he kicked him over, then stepped on him and walked in.
Seeing Shi Chong trample on the little lama, all the gangsters from the patrol camp followed suit and trampled the little lama to death.
Soon, a lama named Damuding was arrested.
Caught in front of Cao Jixiang.
Shi Chong kicked him hard on the crook of the leg: "Kneel down!"
Damuding knelt on the ground, his face full of anger: "Eunuch Cao, I am the disciple of Master Qianjia. My name is Damuding. I am the person you are looking for."
He admitted it frankly.
"You are calm, no one is forcing you?" Cao Jixiang wanted to blame Huijing. After all, the lama was a troublesome person, and he had to weigh it.
"No." Damuding's expression remained unchanged.
Just then, a young lama came over and said that someone had been trampled to death.
When Cao Jixiang heard this, he looked at Shi Chong suddenly.
Shi Chong knelt on the ground, his face also full of confusion. The little lama was too careless to step on him. How many times would he die?
It’s a net cause of trouble for our family!
Cao Jixiang was panicked, and when he saw Damuding's angry expression, he knew that he couldn't be kind.
"Eunuch Cao, you must give me an explanation!" Damuding looked up at Cao Jixiang.
"Master, please put this aside for now."
"I will enter the palace immediately and cry to Your Majesty that the good people in my temple were killed by your people. This matter will never end!" Damudin was a stubborn man.
Huijing laughed to herself, waiting to see Cao Jixiang's joke.
Snapped!
Cao Jixiang suddenly slapped Damuding in the face: "You want to go to the palace? Cry? Who are you crying to? It's just a little lama! If you die, you will die!"
"Explain the matter to the governor!"
"Why are you urging all the temples in the city to burn incense outside the city?"
A slap in the face stunned Damuding.
Cao Jixiang dared to hit him?
Huijing, who was watching the excitement, was dumbfounded. Is Cao Jixiang crazy?
Suddenly, I thought that last time, Cao Jixiang dared to kill even Pi Xiang. He wouldn't kill again this time, right?
"Answer!" Cao Jixiang asked him.
"I have no contact, it's all by chance..."
Before Damuding could finish his words, he was slapped again!
"Eunuch Cao, I am the Lama Master, how can you insult me like this..."
Snapped!
Another slap hit him hard on the face.
Cao Jixiang said coldly: "Whatever I tell you to say, just say it. If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut your lips open and make you unable to shut your mouth for the rest of your life!"
Damudin was frightened and did not dare to speak.
"Answer." Cao Jixiang asked.
"I don't know either!"
"It seems you really don't want this bad mouth!"
Cao Jixiang asked Shi Chong to open his lips.
Damuding panicked and looked at Huijing. Huijing quickly looked outside the temple. The sun was good... but it was dark now.
Shi Chong was a fool. He held down Damuding's head and put the tip of the knife on his upper lip. Blood seeped out.
"No, no!" Damudin didn't dare to move his mouth and made a whining sound.
"Are you afraid? Just say it and I will let you live."
Cao Jixiang said quietly: "When the time comes, you can also go to the palace and cry, saying that I have threatened you. Tell the emperor! Let the emperor execute me!"
Damudin didn't dare anymore.
Everyone knows who sent out the patrol battalion.
That man borrowed grain from the temple and never returned a single grain.
Now, that person's status in the temple has plummeted. After chanting the sutra, everyone has to scold him a few times to feel happy.
Zhi!
Blood flowed out.
Shi Chong opened his upper lip and cut it along the middle of his body.
"Ahhh!" Damudin kept screaming.
The more he screamed, the more it opened up, revealing his big fangs, mixed with blood, and looked hideous and terrifying.
Shi Chong actually laughed out loud.
"It's him! It's him!" Damuding pointed at Huijing and screamed. He couldn't help it, it hurt too much.
Cao Jixiang followed his finger and looked at Huijing.
Huijing trembled all over and almost fell to the ground.
"Eunuch Cao, no, it's not Lao Na..."
Before Huijing finished speaking, Cao Jixiang grabbed his head and pushed him to his knees on the ground.
Bang bang...
Slap him hard on the head.
"Why didn't you admit it before?" Cao Jixiang asked him, taking pictures while asking.
Huijing's head was buzzing: "A poor, poor monk dare not say anything."
"Didn't you say that monks don't lie?"
Cao Jixiang pointed at the Buddha statue: "This is in front of the Buddha. How dare you lie? Have all the sutras you recited gone into the dog's belly?"
Huijing kept shaking her head.
"You old monk is full of nonsense, and you are talking nonsense in front of the Buddha. I see, you are just a flowery monk!"
Cao Jixiang patted his head as he spoke: "Look at your big head? Why is it so big?"
"Look at the people in Beijing. They are all as thin as monkeys. How about you? You are as fat as a pig!"
"What did you eat to become so fat?"
"Meat?"
"Look, my supervisor, you can't get any truth out of your mouth."
Cao Jixiang pointed to a monk: "Come on, tell me? Does he usually eat meat?"
The monk who was named knelt on the ground with a thud: "Master, no, I don't eat meat."
"Are you not going to eat it? Or are you afraid to say it?" Cao Jixiang treated Huijing's head as a walnut plate and kept playing with it.
Huijing's head was covered with sweat, because she had done something to Cao Jixiang.
He felt a little nauseous, so he wiped it with his cassock and continued to dish.
"I really don't want to eat it." The monk said tremblingly.
"That's because you don't know. Come on, tell me, will he eat?" Cao Jixiang pointed to another monk.
The monk also said he wouldn't eat it.
Cao Jixiang asked several monks one after another, but they all said they would not eat it.
"Then why are you so fat? I also want to be fatter, why can't I gain weight?" Cao Jixiang asked Huijing.
Huijing was also confused. What's the problem?
"This this……"
"Answer my governor." Cao Jixiang said in a cold tone and continued to pat his head.
"The heart is open and the body is fat. As long as Eunuch Cao relaxes his mind, he will naturally gain weight." Huijing said cautiously.
"I also want to relax, but you don't allow me!"
Cao Jixiang slapped his head hard: "I just collected the incense money for a few days, but I can't collect it anymore. It's hard for me. I can't receive the money. How can I be so lenient?"
Huijing was about to cry.
If you can't receive money, what does it have to do with me?
Can you please stop filming? My head hurts!
"How about you give me some advice so that I can relax my mind and gain weight? I also want to gain weight. Fat people are so comfortable." Cao Jixiang really wants to gain weight.
Who doesn’t want to eat more these days? Be fatter and look rich.
When others see it, they know you have money.
Huijing didn't say anything, but I got fat even after drinking cold water. Do you blame me?
"speak!"
Cao Jixiang slapped his head hard: "Have you eaten too much fat and your mouth is mushy? Why are you speechless?"
"If you don't say it, I will say it for you!"
"You have caused this governor to lose his way of survival. Tell me, before I die, will I take you with me to death?"
"Take all of you monks and lamas and die together!"
The monks at Longfu Temple were so frightened that some even peed their pants.
Cao Jixiang really dares to kill people!
"Shi Chong, peel off the skin of this head, crack it open, and see what's inside this old monk's head? Is he full of bad ideas?"
Cao Jixiang had enough fun and wiped his hands with his cassock.
My hand felt pretty good before, but I ended up sweating a lot. I asked you, where is your sweat? How disgusting!
What's so scary?
His life is almost gone, so he still cares about others?
"Okay!" Shi Chong looked at him with a ferocious smile. He liked this job.
The camp governor has done enough, but he hasn't done it yet?
This big bald head is so fun to play with.
"No!"
Huijing screamed: "It's not the poor monk who takes the lead, it's Chaotian Palace, Chaotian Palace!"
"Chaotian Palace?" Cao Jixiang looked at him.
The emperor has ordered that temples are not allowed to have the word "gong" in them. It is not worthy.
"Chaotian Guan is a Taoist priest of the Celestial Master Way." Huijing shouted.
"Who?" Cao Jixiang asked him.
Huijing was a little afraid to say it, but it was too scary for Cao Jixiang to really peel off his head and he didn't want to die.
"Zhang Yuanji!" Huijing gritted her teeth and said it.
"who?"
Cao Jixiang was startled when he heard the name.
Isn't this person in Jiangxi?
When did you arrive in Beijing? Does the emperor know?
A Celestial Master of the Celestial Master Dao came to Beijing without an imperial edict. What would he do?
"Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master, Zhang Yuanji!" Huijing didn't dare to hide it anymore.
"Okay, Zhang Yuanji entered Beijing without permission, what is he going to do?"
Cao Jixiang looked at him with cold eyes: "Why can he contact you? What is your relationship? What are you plotting? Come from the truth!"
Upon hearing this, Huijing shook her big head: "There is really no conspiracy. I don't know why Zhang Yuanji came to Beijing. I don't know anything!"
Cao Jixiang knew that he had caught a big fish.
God is really blessing our family, it’s pie in the sky!
"Who else among you?" Cao Jixiang asked him.
"It's not us, there is no one left..."
Cao Jixiang interrupted Huijing's cry, pinched his big ears and pinched him hard: "If you want your whole temple to die, just keep making it up. This governor is giving you a chance, don't cherish it!"
Huijing cried bitterly and recognized three or four people.
"Shi Chong, take people to arrest him!"
Cao Jixiang pulled Huijing's ears hard and said with a strange smile: "You are so courageous. The Celestial Master came to the capital without an edict, the monks and Taoists conspired, and the flies camped out like dogs. What are you doing? Rebellion!"
Huijing was so frightened that she kept shaking her head, but her ears hurt so much that Cao Jixiang's head would move in whichever direction he pulled.
"I don't dare, I don't dare!"
Huijing cried and said: "Eunuch Cao, you can take whatever you want from the things in this temple. Please, please let this poor monk live!"
"Add another one, bribery!"
Cao Jixiang let go of his ears, which were purple and red, and said quietly: "Huijing, Huijing, I see that the inside of your big head is probably full of shit."
"I am a eunuch, why do you need so much money?"
"If you have a life, do you have a life flower?"
"Chaotian Temple has been sealed for so long, don't you know how many dirty things are there?"
"You actually dare to have a private meeting with Zhang Yuanji. I see you are getting impatient! The monks in your temple are getting tired of living!"
"Good words can't persuade a damned devil."
Cao Jixiang stood up: "Let's go to the patrol camp!"
"Come here, Longfu Temple has been sealed to the governor. No one is allowed in or out!"
"Ah?" Huijing was completely frightened.
Damudin was about to speak.
"You can't escape the relationship. Originally, the death of your master Qianjia Lama could save your life. Now look, you should be buried with him."
Cao Jixiang sneered and led the people back to the patrol camp.
All the monks, lamas, and Taoist priests involved were caught.
Cao Jixiang entered the palace overnight.
As everyone knows, Zhu Qiyu has already received the secret report.
"Zhang Yuanji still shows up."
Zhu Qiyu sneered. Zhang Yuanji had already been discovered by the factory guards when he entered Beijing in disguise. He was still pretending to be on the road, so he just deceived himself.
He was just waiting for Zhang Yuanji to make a mistake!
Sure enough, the handle was delivered.
Cao Jixiang cautiously entered the palace and prostrated on the ground: "Slave Cao Jixiang, please pay your respects!"
"I am safe."
Zhu Qiyu didn't let him get up: "I read the secret report and it was done well. Is there any whereabouts of Zhang Yuanji?"
"I don't have anything to say back to the Emperor at the moment." Cao Jixiang replied carefully.
"Okay, I don't need you to capture Zhang Yuanji. Leave it to the Jin Yiwei. I have seen your contribution."
Cao Jixiang immediately beamed with joy: "I don't dare to ask for credit. I rely on the emperor's blessing."
"Get up."
Zhu Qiyu laughed: "You were right to ask the patrol battalion to seal the temple in Shuntian Mansion."
"But it's too slow. Send people directly to control the entire Beizhili."
“When we need people, we’ll hire them.”
"Kill anyone who stands in your way."
"From now on, I will hand over 800,000 taels every month."
Gulu!
Cao Jixiang swallowed his saliva, the emperor was interested in money, he asked for money.
"You should have this fierceness from now on. What are you afraid of? With me supporting you, what is there to be afraid of?" Zhu Qiyu said.
"I haven't been very dedicated recently. Fortunately, the emperor woke me up. Otherwise, if I had been in a state of confusion, wouldn't it have been a waste of the emperor's cultivation?" Cao Jixiang slapped Rainbow fart.
"From now on, all temples across the country will have to pay for incense, and they will all be under the control of the patrol camp." Zhu Qiyu also had to be given benefits.
Only Cao Jixiang knows how much he earned from it.
It is absolutely impossible to say that you are not greedy.
"Your Majesty, I see those monks. They are all fat and big-eared. They are fatter than the rich men in the farm. They eat so well."
Cao Jixiang reciprocated: "I think we should raid those temples and make them poor monks to see who can still eat as much as they want."
"I will ask the Jin Yiwei to search these people involved."
Zhu Qiyu said: "But your words have reminded me."
"It is decreed that monks in the world, since they are not among the Five Elements, should eat less worldly food. Each person is only allowed to eat half full, and the weight should not exceed one hundred kilograms. If the weight exceeds, the flesh will be cut from the body until enough has been cut."
Gulu!
Cao Jixiang swallowed his saliva. When it comes to cruelty, it depends on Cao Jixiang.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Cao Jixiang said cautiously: "The slaves trampled a young lama to death in Longfu Temple. Your Majesty, this..."
"If he is trampled to death, he will be trampled to death. There are many lamas, so what if a Qianjia dies? His fate is not good, what does it have to do with the court?"
Zhu Qiyu said with a cold face: "That Damuding also participated in the resistance to the patrol camp? According to the law, he should be killed directly. Have I killed him?"
"Lama also has to be reasonable. Under my rule, you must follow the Ming Law."
"Okay, don't worry about this little thing. If the sky falls, I will hold on."
Upon hearing this, Cao Jixiang was elated.
"From now on, make money for me. I will take care of everything for you. Okay, let's go down." Zhu Qiyu gave him reassurance.
800,000 taels of silver per month, this is a money tree.
If it were anyone else, would they dare to do it?
Moreover, Cao Jixiang is so good. When the rebellion breaks out, he will be killed directly to thank the world. The wealth he embezzled has returned to the internal funds! How wonderful!
People who have made mistakes are also used in the sense of making mistakes.
"Feng Xiao, let Lu Gao go to Tiqi and be the deputy commander." Zhu Qiyu was determined to use Lu Gao.
"My slave obeys the order."
Feng Xiao could tell that the emperor was extremely dissatisfied with Lu Zhong.
Tiqi started at the same time as Dongchang and Jinyiwei.
As a result, Dongchang has developed to the northwest, Jinyiwei is also developing to Jiangxi, and even the prefects have developed to Nanjing.
Even the patrol camp that had just been set up for two months had firmly controlled the capital.
Look at Lu Zhong’s Tiqi again, it’s worse than a fart!
"Chaotian Palace, the Way of the Heavenly Master! The Son of Heaven! Heaven!"
"I am only the son of heaven."
"They are indeed the teachers of heaven!"
"Feng Xiao, tell me, right?"
Zhu Qiyu said quietly.
Feng Xiao was so frightened that he knelt on the ground: "Of course they are not worthy, but they are just a bunch of bull-nosed people who rely on their imperial power to shout and shout. If they really take off their robes, they are nothing! How can they be the teachers of heaven!"
"Yes, Taizu and Taizong are too kind."
Zhu Qiyu's eyes were dark: "Let the patrol camp gather the Taoist priests from Chaotian Temple and give each of them thirty whips, regardless of life or death."
"My slave obeys the order!" Feng Xiao was too frightened to raise his head.
"All the monks and Taoists in the capital will be beaten with ten lashes each!"
A cold light flashed in Zhu Qiyu's eyes: "I don't know how to show sympathy to the palace, so why should I show sympathy to you?"
"You believe in Buddha and Taoism, but those are all illusory things."
"Whoever you believe in, it's better to believe in me!"
"If you don't believe me, my fate will be to be beaten to death!"
Feng Xiao was even more afraid to speak.
The emperor is talking about those Buddhist and Taoist believers in the capital, those stupid people.
The emperor was also dissatisfied with them.
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