"Your Majesty, Mr. Ding, a charlatan and sorcerer, was fortune-telling in the Jinluan Palace and concluded that an earthquake would occur in the south within three days. He also said that the earthquake would be a divine punishment." A minister came out and said, "This is the seventh day now. If an earthquake occurs in the south, The news of the earthquake should have been sent back long ago, and it will be said that nothing happened in the south. Ding Yiyuan made a big statement on the Jinluan Palace. This person has bad intentions. Please ask the emperor to behead this person as a warning to others!"
"Your Majesty, Ding Yiyuan cheated the people, slandered the Jin Dynasty, and slandered the imperial court. He deserves to be punished for his crimes!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I also second the proposal!"
Hearing these ministers stand up spontaneously, the corners of Qi Guoshi's lips curved.
After everyone had finished speaking, he walked out and said slowly: "Although Mr. Ding is just a charlatan, he is still a member of the sect, so he should use the methods of the sect to deal with it, and use the talisman paper that has been cast." Only by binding them, burning them with fire, and destroying their souls can they be truly killed.”
Pingjin Hou regretted it to death. He felt that his head must have been caught in the door at that time. Why did he drag Mr. Ding in when he had nothing to do?
Mr. Ding's ability is limited and he can only calculate some small fortunes. Mr. Ding's national luck is not too normal.
He quickly stood up and said: "Your Majesty, the book says that no one can make mistakes without being a sage. Mr. Ding may have misread the hexagram..."
"Ha!" Qi Guoshi sneered, "There may be opportunities for mistakes in other matters, but fortune-telling must not be wrong. If you really can't understand the fortune-telling, you can say you don't know, instead of talking nonsense, inciting people's hearts, and causing trouble for the court! Please, Your Majesty Make a decision!"
The emperor sat on the highest seat and said quietly: "Take Ding Yiyuan to the palace!"
In the past few days, Ding Yiyuan has enjoyed unprecedented treatment in Ziwei Palace. There are palace maids and eunuchs waiting on him, and there are people who can even help him relieve himself...
If it weren't for maintaining the image of a worldly master, he would definitely have a lot of fun.
Seeing that six or seven days had passed, to be honest, he himself was a little anxious.
Will there really be an earthquake in the south?
Can Miss Yun, a Buddhist monk, really calculate this kind of thing that is controlled by God?
When he was uneasy, he was sent to the Jinluan Palace.
Ding Yiyuan was fortunate that his beard was long and could cover most of his face, thus blocking his emotions and looking calm.
The emperor said coldly: "Ding Yiyuan, do you have anything to say?"
Ding Yiyuan stretched out his right hand, nodded lightly, and then shook his head: "Disasters from heaven cannot be resisted by human beings, and the common people have nothing to say."
The emperor frowned.
He gave it a chance, but it turned out that he trusted the wrong person.
That being the case——
The emperor just raised his hand.
Chu Yi glanced outside the palace, but there was still no one. He stood up and said, "Father, before that, I have something important to report."
The emperor put down his hands: "What's the matter?"
"In the past six or seven days, I accidentally learned that the Imperial Preceptor has a total of 580,000 taels of silver deposited in the four major banks in the capital." Chu Yi said word by word, "The Imperial Preceptor's annual salary does not exceed 200 taels of silver. Even if it is the ancestral farm, it is impossible to save such a huge sum of money. I dare to ask the Imperial Master, where does this money come from? "
Master Qi suddenly froze.
He deliberately divided the money into four banks and used different names. If he didn't bother to check, he wouldn't be able to find out it was him.
In other words, King Pingxi is checking him.
Why check him?
He has never done anything detrimental to King Pingxi.
Qi Guoshi's mind was spinning very quickly, and he paused for a moment before saying, "Maybe King Pingxi made a mistake in his investigation. I only deposited more than 20,000 taels of silver in Zhengde Bank. These are the silver accumulated by my ancestors for generations, and their origins are not unknown. "
Chu Yi met Master Qi's eyes: "In that case, let's show you the evidence."
After learning that the Imperial Preceptor's calculations were incompatible, he ordered people to investigate these. He only needed an appropriate time to convict the Imperial Preceptor.
Even if there is no earthquake in the south, he still has a way to prevent the imperial master from turning over.
Several civil servants walked into the hall carrying a large box.
Chu Yi walked over, opened the box, and took out a thick account: "These are the stubs of the Imperial Master at the bank over the years."
Master Qi's expression changed drastically.
How did you find these things?
"And these -" Chu Yi took out the account books from under the box and distributed them to the ministers one after another. "This is evidence that the ministers bribed the state master to tamper with the hexagrams."
Some of the ministers who had bribed the imperial adviser were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Some of them did spend a lot of money in order to let the national master say a few words in front of the emperor through fortune telling.
However, when I saw that the brochure only used symbols to refer to ministers, I was relieved.
Chu Yi did not investigate further. What he wanted was to dismount the imperial master, not to go against most of the court.
"Recently, the Imperial Preceptor has deposited thirty thousand taels in his account. He must have been ordered by the Empress Dowager to combine the eight characters for me." Chu Yi's voice was sonorous and powerful. "In other words, the Imperial Preceptor's so-called ability to connect the heaven and earth's Qi can predict people's clouds. When calculating the fate of a country, it all depends on money. How much has the national master been greedy for in this position over the years? The money in the bank is probably just a drop in the bucket. May I ask my father, can such a person be regarded as a heavenly master of the country? "
The emperor had already turned over the evidence, and his whole face was suddenly filled with dark clouds.
He thought of the words on the big stone, and also thought of the results of Ding Yiyuan's hexagram.
According to what the Imperial Master did, the money bags of all his civil and military officials would be emptied, making the Imperial Master rich and everyone poor.
It was because he trusted the Imperial Preceptor so much that those ministers took advantage of the Imperial Preceptor in order to promote him.
The Imperial Preceptor who was supposed to convey the will of God to the True Dragon Emperor, and the Imperial Preceptor who was supposed to report the sufferings of the people to God, actually did such a thing.
Anything smelling like copper will look disgusting.
Especially a master like the Imperial Preceptor, who is unparalleled in the world, actually used his official position to get so much money.
It simply subverted the emperor's previous understanding.
"Be bold!"
The emperor roared angrily, picked up the inkstone and threw it out without any mercy, hitting the imperial master on the forehead.
Bright red blood flowed down, and the Imperial Master's eyes turned black.
"Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation." Qi Guoshi said while holding on to his concentration, "This money did not go into my bag, but was used to worship the ancestor..."
Some ministers have really benefited from the imperial master, and they really can't bear to have a first-grade imperial master fall into such a situation, and want to step forward and explain something to him.
However, at this moment, bursts of loud noises came from a distance into the hall.
"Report——"
A guard rushed into the hall like the wind.
"Eight hundred miles urgent report, seven days ago in the deep southern city, the earth dragon turned over and all the official roads collapsed, so the news came out at this time..."
"There are countless casualties in the city. We are short of food and water. Please ask the emperor for help!"
