The emperor's blood is not in full swing, party struggles are intensifying, political power is divided, and the foundation of the country is shaken.
In a life of turmoil, cultivators unwilling to be left alone instigated uprisings in the dark, and vassal kings from various places usurped the throne, fought against each other, and rushed into the vortex of fighting for power and profit.
The world's atmosphere is distorted, conscience is lost, the original order of Star Reaching collapses, and the world is pushed into the abyss of chaos.
In these troubled times, the Huaqing Sect took the lead in breaking the shackles, intervening in personnel disputes, and called on Pan Shenglin to ascend the throne as soon as possible to quell the source of chaos.
Dahuangxu and Panyuan Alliance strongly opposed it, saying that the incident started with the death of the Human Emperor and that Pan Shenglin was the source of the chaos.
Because Xuan Jing's injury in Jialan Temple has not healed, the temple has been closed to avoid the world and does not give any excuse. Only Tongchenyuan and Cheyudao responded. Li Xiaoyang saw that there were less than half of the supporters and did not dare to be arbitrary.
After a few more years of entanglement, the world becomes more chaotic, famines and epidemics occur frequently, thieves appear in droves, and victims are everywhere.
The world was full of resentment. Li Xiaoyang regretted his mistake and asked Zulong again to order the appointment of a new king.
Compared with wearing a yellow robe, Pan Shenglin was more interested in the process of striving for fame and fortune, blocking bright guns and hidden arrows. The pleasure of doing calculations made him so excited that he could not sleep at night.
At the beginning of the turmoil, the thief pretended to be a stranger, lived alone in Xilinfang, and had an overview of the world. He secretly restrained the gods and dispatched generals, instigating rebellion while maintaining suppression. The two plays became so popular that they stirred up chicken feathers all over Zhaixingyuan.
The vassal kings issued false edicts to attack each other, their power gradually declined, and their military preparations were depleted, so they looked for other backers. With the participation of cultivators, the situation was completely out of control.
Everyone in Heming knew that Pan Shenglin had done evil, but at this time, if there was anyone who could legitimately fight against the rebels, it would undoubtedly be this thief.
The more Li Xiaoyang thought about it, the more he became filled with hatred. He was determined to wait until the rebels were leveled and then settle the score with this god of plague!
Pan Shenglin looked forward to the stars and the moon, and looked forward to Li Xiaoyang, who braved the disapproval of the world and drafted the Ancestral Dragon Order that he would honor.
It's a pity that this thief failed to predict the will of God, and when Qi Canghuang sent the imperial edict, he was already terminally ill. In the middle of the night, Pan Shenglin died suddenly in the Crane Palace.
As soon as the news of his death spread, the whole world was in an uproar.
Before the funeral, it was also reported that Li Kuanchen dissolved Xilinfang, dispersed all the guests, and sent the beautiful women to make a living on their own, leaving only eight women to practice in seclusion.
Not long ago, in view of Li Xiaoyang's private move of the Zulong Order, Dahuangxu and Panyuan Alliance announced their breakups one after another, vowing not to follow the order again and to return to the Qing clan.
The beacon fire of the mortal world is burning more and more fiercely, and all the Taoist cultivators have their own thoughts and restraints.
Many tribes of barbarians from Xiyi and Beidi took advantage of the chaos and waved their rebel flags. They raised troops at starry night to invade the hinterland of the royal power. Thugs from all over the country gathered to respond. Refugees moved south. The trend of dynasty change could no longer be contained.
The weather this year was abnormal, with drought in the south and floods in the north. Many counties and counties had no harvests, making people's lives increasingly difficult.
The world is corrupt and no one can be alone. Nanshuo is thousands of miles south of fertile fields and the drought is relatively mild. It is undoubtedly an excellent refuge.
Millions of refugees flocked in to grab supplies, and conflicts and riots became increasingly common.
The imperial court passively adopted a policy of acceptance, first resettling the old, weak, women and children, and then used force to suppress and integrate the rebellious people, and used large-scale forced conscription to conquer the rebellion.
In just ten years, there were frequent fierce battles. The same people are at war with each other, their flesh and blood are at odds with each other, the population is declining sharply, political powers of varying strength and weakness have arisen and perished one after another, and all the Xia have been torn apart, nothing more serious than this!
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Thirty miles west of Yingge City is the famous Coiyi Mountain, and on the mountain is the famous Yangchao Temple.
There are three young and old monks in the temple. The abbot, the old monk Jinghui, is a part-time person. He is also responsible for the duties of guest receptionist, canon seater, incense lamp, etc., and is responsible for the external and internal affairs such as food, clothing, precepts, travel, residence, and study.
The leader's face was like the bright moon and his voice was like a bell. He would occasionally go down the mountain to pray for alms and do rituals, and sometimes he would catch demons and drive them away. However, he did not drive away half of the ghosts, but captured the hearts of some young girls and young wives.
The second apprentice had a stocky face and was responsible for gardening, carrying water and other chores, and never complained.
Yangchao Temple also has morning, noon and evening classes. The three masters and apprentices can stand or sit at random inside and outside the temple, recite "Namo Amitabha" three times, and kowtow in front of the Buddha's throne. It doesn't matter if they don't.
If there are outsiders present during the New Year or festival, just knock the wooden fish three times and it will be done. The fragrance will not be bothered to light a pillar. After all, the clay Buddha cannot be smelled, so lighting it is useless.
The reputation of Yangchao Temple was earned through hard work by Abbot Jinghui. The old monk was mediocre in everything but good at vegetarian food.
Tofu alone can be steamed, boiled or stewed in dozens of ways.
Believers from all over the country often come here to try it. When there are more pilgrims, there will naturally be more alms.
Du Ruozhou is a frequent visitor here. Whenever Yangchao Temple launches new dishes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will come, rain or shine, and never be absent.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Monk Jinghui was in a bad mood. He sighed from morning to night, and from time to time he would hold his account book in a daze.
It is indeed an account book, not a recipe. The old monk's income has dropped sharply in recent years, and he has no intention of researching new dishes.
The reason is that after years of fighting, the officials in Yingge City have wiped out all the remaining money in the hands of the common people, leaving them with no money to give.
Looking at the endless stream of "pilgrims" who came here to eat and drink, Jinghui secretly scolded these poor people for thinking that Yangchao Temple was really a good hall.
The old monk was so distraught that he scattered a few handfuls of millet and a few bundles of rotten vegetable leaves, mixed it with two buckets of stream water to make porridge, and even skipped the melon seeds and chestnuts that he had been provided with in the past.
The visitor was dumbfounded when he saw the clear soup and the lack of water. He scolded the monk in front of the monk, saying that last year the temple had spent a huge sum of money to replace three luxury cars, but this year it would not be the same!
The monk rolled his eyes, pointed at the Buddha statue, and swore that the chariot had been requisitioned by the Protectorate a long time ago, and now he only had half a bushel of old rice left, which even a mouse could not bear to eat, and he still expected to feed the whole temple.
The visitors didn't believe it, so they swarmed into the temple and rummaged around. The rice, noodles, melons and vegetables were all hidden, and the rats were quite fat.
Du Ruozhou came all the way, but was rejected and drank a lot of northwest wind. Thinking of the past days when he gave away many gold and silver ingots but failed to get a few delicious meals, his heart ached with numbness.
A bunch of gluttonous things were hidden in the ancient trees outside the temple, waiting for the late-night snack in the temple. Unexpectedly, there was still no movement after lying dry for half a night. Instead, they were so hungry that their steps were careless and their eyes were dazzled.
The three monks were all ruthless, and their stomachs were growling with hunger. They still endured hunger and knocked wooden fish under the Buddha's throne.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it with this money-obsessed monk!" Du Ruozhou sighed and slipped down the tree, waved his hands to the hungry diners, and went straight to find a way down the mountain.
It’s not a blessing for the mouth, but fortunately it’s a blessing for the eyes.
At this moment, the bright moon is high in the sky, the night is bright and white, and the slanting shadows of wild trees are swaying under the dust clouds.
The best place to enjoy the moon in Coiyi Mountain is Fengyue Cliff, not far from Xishui Village. There are several osmanthus plants planted on the cliff, and the peaks and ridges outside the mountain are hugging each other. The wind is gentle and the moon is getting brighter and brighter.
At the beginning of the day, the moon hangs like a jade mirror on the tip of the osmanthus, shedding a ridge of clear frost. After midnight, it gradually fades away accompanied by the low chirping of autumn insects.
When you stop at the edge of the cliff, candlelights in the stream village flicker in front of you. Children's laughter and dogs barking are intermittent. If the opportunity comes, you can even enjoy a homemade fireworks show.
Fine sparks bloomed in the air. Although it was a little simple, the festive atmosphere was extremely strong.
In fact, there was another person who first came here to admire the moon. The bluestone in front of the cliff was roughly cut into a stone chair and a stone table. He sat here alone and drank, with the flowers in the cup and the moon in the cup.
Du Ruozhou wanted to get acquainted with the wonderful guest who climbed the cliff and arranged a beautiful place, so he visited this place during the Mid-Autumn Festival for several consecutive years. Unfortunately, he walked casually and never had the chance to meet him.
Looking from the cliff, the villages in Xishui Village have their own style. They are all two-story buildings, vaguely arranged in a chain of seven stars, and filled with a magical charm.
A few years ago, I heard that the villages around Coiyi Mountain took in several groups of refugees who moved south, providing them with food and clothing and taking great care of them.
Unfortunately, there is no shortage of white-eyed wolves in the world. As the number of refugees gradually increased, they used the little they received as an excuse to gather more than a hundred thugs, holding rocks and sticks, and broke into each village to drive out the indigenous people and rob the land.
Many villages fell in the middle of the night, and people rushed to Xishui Village to avoid the disaster. When the thugs arrived, a ball of light and shadow fell out of thin air on Fengyue Cliff.
An old man with a white beard descended on the wind, claiming that the local mountain god wanted to protect the area and punish the unjust. After speaking, with a single movement of his fingers, hundreds of thugs' heads rolled to the ground.
The people of Li were shocked and believed in him since then.
Not to mention, the mountain god really does good deeds. Every New Year's Eve, he unknowingly delivers food, clothing, and necessities to each village. Unfortunately, there is no accurate way to ask for children or wealth.
What others regard as mythology may be current affairs in Du Ruozhou's opinion.
Monk Jinghui once complained unintentionally, saying that he saw with his own eyes the mountain god turned into a little beggar and took away the rice, vegetables and money in the half warehouse of Yangchao Temple.
He also left a message saying that the remaining ones would be moved another day and asked the monk to watch over them.
The pilgrims who heard about this didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was the monk's trick. However, in order to try new dishes, they all thought that Mr. Luoshan God was unreasonable. He just borrowed things and refused to return them, which made our abbot tremble.
Jinghui didn't feel particularly distressed when she said it. According to Du Ruozhou's guess, there is at least one warehouse of items in Yangchao Temple that has remained intact.
Thinking about what happened tonight, Du Ruozhou decided that he must find the mountain god. He didn't care about anything else, but he had to get back some of the money he gave to the temple.
Appreciating the moon is an elegant poem, and it depends on the elegance. Du Ruozhou is a bachelor and a rogue, and he can't hold back a sentence of poems even if he spends half a night watching it.
Sitting alone until late at night, this lazy guy became more and more bored, so he packed up and headed for Yingge City. Thinking about the mountain god asking for clothes and goods, he should know that the Duhufu is the most generous patron.
Listening to the chirping of autumn insects, taking advantage of the moonlight to occasionally walk at night is a special pleasure, for fear of encountering ghosts, lonely ghosts.
The forest was filled with layers of strange black fog, and it looked like it was not a clean area.
Living in troubled times, life is like a piece of grass. No one may end well, die in the wilderness and become a ghost with no home.
Du Ruozhou hummed a little tune and walked forward step by step. At this speed, he arrived at Yingge City. It was estimated that the city gate had just opened.
While walking, I suddenly heard a child crying.
The cries were like roars, and it was very strange. The last sound rang in my ears, and the next sound was far away in the mountains.
Since seeing ghosts in Shiyan City in the past, Du Ruozhou has thoroughly studied the ghost spirits. Especially in the past few years, he has passed through countless evil ghosts and hungry ghosts in July and a half, and he is very familiar with ordinary ghost things.
Looking at the current situation, it looks like a ghost mission has come to capture the soul, making the child's body search for a burial place late at night, a sign of premature death.
Anyone who dares to do evil things under the eyes of a cultivator is definitely doing his own evil. Du Ruozhou gritted his teeth and cursed, turned around and gave chase.
The cries were erratic, picking and choosing, and finally selected a remote, messy, low-lying place, and the cries became sadder.
Du Ruozhou followed not far away, but just as he was feeling pity, he suddenly saw a cloud of white smoke rising from the grass nest, and he drew a circle out of thin air to mark it. As soon as the mountain wind blows, the smoke and clouds disappear.
According to the custom of child burial, Du Ruozhou cheered up and turned to look for the northwest corner.
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