A few days later, the golden man disappeared without warning!
The prefect Zhang Xiaochun had not received news about the opening of the city, and he did not know whether the retreat of the Jin soldiers outside the city was bad or good. Seeing the opportunity, he took the opportunity to hoard a large amount of grain and grass, opened some vegetable gardens in the city, and continued to import firewood.
Yun Kong left the city to find his filial son. After searching for a long time, I found out about him in the north of the city.
The person who told him the news was an old school teacher named Yan.
Old Master Yan said: "I don't know what kind of magic he learned, but with a wave of his hand, he threw out a bloody human heart. The golden soldier died before he could reach him."
Yun Kong asked: "What happened next?"
"Jin Bing is so ruthless. There is a sea of people. He calls for mother while throwing people's hearts on the ground. More and more people's hearts are piled on the ground, and they are still beating... A lot of people's hearts are noisy, really like war drums. The sound of his voice, for a moment, I really had the illusion that he could kill all the golden soldiers. One person was worth the entire army...
"The Jin soldiers probably thought that an army was coming, but it turned out that their hearts were beating, so they came one after another... How do you think a man can defeat the Jin soldiers? He just waved his hands wildly and kept stopping. His heart was thrown out of his mind, and his heart was piled on his calves. He couldn't walk even if he wanted to. The corpses of the golden soldiers in front of him were piled high, and those coming from behind had to move the corpses away first!
"He was tired and didn't have the strength to call mother. His voice sounded like a saw... He was mute. His hands never stopped for a moment. He just grabbed randomly in the air. His eyes turned white with exhaustion. We were far away. I also saw that he had been throwing people's hearts away for a long time. I don't know how much time passed and how many golden soldiers died!
"The golden soldiers were also discouraged and did not dare to rush over again. Everyone chattered for a while and started shooting with arrows. The bows in the hands of some golden soldiers somehow got into his hands, but there were many of them. There were so many arrows, how could he withstand it? After a while, he turned into a hedgehog, and his human shape was no longer visible. He was still shaking, and he could still hear a long gasping sound, like a flute...
"The golden soldiers swarmed up and slashed wildly with their swords. Some of them couldn't chop with their hands and fell to the ground in fright. Later we went up to see where he was standing. Only broken bones and flesh were left where he stood, mixed with the soil. The soil It’s still soaked in blood.”
Yun Kong felt goosebumps all over his body after hearing this. He couldn't help but wipe the back of his head with his palm to get rid of the creepy chill, and then thanked Old Master Yan and returned to the city.
It was night, Yun Kong said goodbye to Xu Ling, and the two of them prepared a table of dishes and ate quietly.
"Yunkong," Xu Ling poured a glass of wine and raised his glass, "I'm afraid Bisheng won't be able to see each other again after this time of farewell."
Yun Kong nodded and offered a toast: "Brother Taoist is old and needs to take care of himself."
"It's no longer possible. The Jin soldiers haven't given up yet. I don't know when the war will cease. The day the city is destroyed will probably be the end of Pindao's life."
"Brother Dao, don't worry, Emperor Guan Sheng is still protecting you."
Xu Ling sighed: "I wonder what the Luan inscription 'When the golden energy is strong, Taiyuan will be destroyed' means? Do you have a clue?"
Yunkong said: "If Jin Qi does not refer to Jin soldiers, it should refer to autumn, or between August and September..." It was winter when I got this Luanwen, and Taiyuan has not fallen now, so if it shouldn't be last year, it may be in the near future. It came true this year.
The house suddenly shook with a dull sound.
The two stopped talking and looked around uneasily.
"It seems like the ancient cauldron is ringing." Xu Ling said, taking the lead to walk out of the lobby, followed closely by Yun Kong.
Sure enough, the ancient cauldron was vibrating.
Xu Ling was well prepared and hung a cinnabar pen above the altar. After burning incense and worshiping, the cinnabar pen immediately started writing on the rice paper.
There were only two lines written on the paper: "Guo Jing opened the gate of Tokyo, and the golden wind and leap month drove away the two emperors."
Xu Ling was puzzled.
Yun Kong looked at these words solemnly and said: "The siege of Taiyuan has been relieved. I will leave for Tokyo tomorrow." After saying that, he burned incense and blessed: "Although the gods have spirits, they cannot change the situation. The poor Taoist has little power. It's even more useless. I just hope that the gods will bless me so that I can survive in troubled times." After saying this, he kowtowed three times.
"Do you understand what Emperor Guan Sheng has instructed?" Xu Ling asked confused.
"The gods don't want to speak clearly, so how can mortals guess?" Yunkong felt a cold feeling in his chest. He looked at Xu Ling with pity and said, "You old man, please survive this disaster well."
The ancient tripod stopped vibrating, and the entire hall became quiet.
【Aftermath】
Half a year later, in autumn and August, Jin soldiers swarmed in again, and residents outside Taiyuan Prefecture poured into the city.
Originally, the prefect Zhang Xiaochun was worried that there were too many people in the city and it would be more difficult to defend the city, so he wanted to stop the residents outside the city. At this time, someone actually suggested: "When food is scarce, these common people are the best military rations." Hearing this, Zhang Xiaochun's spine went cold.
Nian Meihe repeatedly sent people to the prefect Zhang Xiaochun and the deputy governor Wang Chun to surrender, but they always refused, so he began to attack the city with thirty cannons.
The artillery smashed the city wall that Taiyuan's soldiers and civilians had worked so hard to build effortlessly to pieces. The military and civilian rush to repair the city wall was more time-consuming and labor-intensive than fighting to kill the enemy.
The problem of food shortage finally worsened. It is recorded in "Xu Zi Zhi Tong Jian": The soldiers first ate cattle, horses, mules, etc., and then even the leather armor of the bows and crossbows used in battle were boiled and eaten... The common people They cooked wild rice grass, chaff, and wild duckweed to satisfy their hunger, but they couldn't last long before they finally started eating people.
On the third day of September, Nianmeihe finally captured Taiyuan.
Wang Xun led his thin soldiers to fight in the streets. After breaking out of the siege, he threw himself into the water holding the portrait of Emperor Taizong in the Taiyuan Temple. His son Wang Xun and his family of eight also went to the rescue.
Zhang Xiaochun was captured by the Jin people and was released and appointed soon after.
When he was asked why he insisted on not surrendering in the first place and why he was willing to be used by the Jin people today, he said: "As a parent official, I did not surrender in order to protect the country and the people. Now that the country has abandoned me, I still have to protect the people." ."
With no reinforcements, Taiyuan defended itself alone and besieged the city twice, which lasted a total of 260 days.
Look at the officer!
In the Song Dynasty, there was an emperor who was posthumously named Huizong after his death. His real name was Zhao Ji.
This emperor was the eighth emperor of the Song Dynasty. When his elder brother died and someone suggested that he be the emperor, there were voices of opposition saying: "Zhao Ji is frivolous." This man was too frivolous to be an emperor and wanted to be an elegant person. Scholars will definitely leave their names in history.
He knows how to appreciate famous paintings, and he is also good at painting, occupying a place in art history.
He has good calligraphy, created the "thin gold style", and became a style of his own.
He is also obsessed with Taoism and worships many Taoist priests.
He gave the Taoist priests high courtesy, high status, a lot of money, and a lot of conveniences.
However, in the third year of Chongning, when he ascended the throne at the age of nineteen and had just ascended the throne, the world-famous Taoist Wei Hanjin poured cold water on him: "In less than thirty years, the world will be in chaos."
This Taoist priest was originally a soldier in Sichuan. He knew music and the art of yin and yang. He often told the past and the future accurately, so he was favored.
Many years later, Taoist Xu Zhichang, who was in charge of the Royal Taoist Temple "Taolu Courtyard" for Zhao Ji, poured another basin of cold water on him. After setting up an altar to communicate with the Jade Emperor God, he told Zhao Ji that the Jade Emperor God was very angry and said: "Zhao is guilty of being arrogant, and his whole family has fled three thousand miles away."
Zhao Ji remained silent, wondering if Xu Zhichang was up to something, and later imprisoned Xu Zhichang for some reason. Xu Zhichang should not be underestimated. He cast a spell in prison and disappeared, and was never seen again.
There is no need to prove it afterwards. Wei Hanjin's "less than thirty years" was just like an afterthought. The next year, Zhao Ji used the "Hua Shi Gang" to collect exotic flowers and trees from the people, causing chaos in the world and civil uprisings. , the ground is full of thieves.
Water transportation was developed in the Song Dynasty, and the ships that transported grain and cargo on the rivers were divided into ten ships into a "gang". The Huashi Gang was a gang boat that specifically searched for exotic flowers and stones among the people and then transported them to the capital.
Hua Shi Gang and the corrupt officials all over the world, the final victims are always the common people.
The people cried to the sky, but the sky pretended to be fine and covered his ears.
The common people cried to the ground, which was as hard as stone, and not a single bud could grow.
At this time, refugees from all over the country appeared one after another, and there were many people selling their wives and children.
Those who were sold, the attractive ones were sent to prostitutes, and the unattractive ones were sent to be slaughtered and hung on meat hooks to be sold in pairs.
These human flesh are not called human flesh, they are called "two-legged sheep."
Among them, the old and thin meat of men is called "Rao Baohuo", and it needs to be boiled for a long time before it tastes good.
