"Ah, this..."
He Ping'an was surprised and said, isn't this seeking death?
Emperor Jiaming would definitely not agree with Changchun's move, and it was not impossible that he would even behead Changchun in anger.
After all, it had only been said in private before, but if the letter was submitted publicly, it would be a public loss of face for Emperor Jiaming.
I, a Dragon Riding Martial Saint, can only tear him apart, and Emperor Jiaming can only act silently as if he didn’t see you. If you, a third-grade Taoist cultivator, just join in the fun, Emperor Jiaming may kill him directly, or even anger the Quanzhen Taoist.
"Ma'am, why do you have this idea?"
He Pingan asked.
Master Changchun said slowly: "When the Eternal Life Palace was first established, many people from the Immortal Sect had high hopes for the establishment of the Eternal Life Palace."
He Pingan nodded. At that time, Emperor Jiaming had a good reputation and the establishment of the Palace of Eternal Life was great news for all Taoist sects.
On the one hand, Emperor Jiaming's move was tantamount to supporting Taoism directly.
On the other hand, if Emperor Jiaming could really refine the Pure Yang elixir and other elixirs, it would be a great thing for the Taoist monks.
The so-called Taoism, the ultimate goal, is nothing more than the pursuit of longevity.
Even Changchun real people benefited from this.
"But later, we found out we were all wrong."
"The Hall of Eternal Life is for public use and private use. At first, some elixirs leaked out, but as time went on, his alchemy methods seemed to take an increasingly unconventional path. He would refine all kinds of elixirs, not even following the most basic pharmacology. .”
Of course, He Pingan knew the reason. At first, Emperor Jiaming wanted to use elixirs to extend his life, but later found that all the elixirs could not extend his life at all.
The number nine to five is like a sword hanging over his head. No matter how prosperous he is at the moment, it will fall sooner or later.
"Today, you know?"
"He actually ordered me to find more than 40,000 people within three months, eat the elixirs from the Alchemy Department, and hand over their bodies to him!"
"That's more than 40,000 lives!"
Master Changchun's beard and hair were now spread out, and his face was excited.
"Even if I die, I won't be able to do such a thing!"
"Killing innocent people just to satisfy his illusory wishes."
When Master Changchun spoke, he no longer addressed himself as the Holy One, but as him.
He was an upright person and did not want to be the head of the so-called Pharmacy Refining Department. He only went to the Pharmacy Refining Department because of Zhao Zhong's favor and the great trust of Master Zheng Zhengyang.
I thought I would take my time and deal with it first, since most of the people in the Drug Testing Department are people who have violated criminal laws.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived, I received such a bolt from the blue.
The decision to submit a letter at this time was indeed a bit impulsive on the one hand, but on the other hand, it was really unacceptable to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
"Ma'am, you must never submit a letter!"
He Ping'an advised: "Otherwise, I might never come back!"
"If you go and never come back, then you never come back!"
There was a trace of determination on Master Changchun's face at this time, and he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Zhenzhen, what if the Quanzhen Tao is destroyed because of this incident?"
He Ping'an asked, which made Changchun's face show a trace of tangle, which had already decided to burn everything. He hesitated and said: "Master, I should be able to protect Quanzhen Dao..."
At this point, he didn't even believe it himself. Master Chongyang had not even taken a step towards transcendence, and Emperor Jiaming could easily suppress him by borrowing the fate of the country.
He is not afraid of death, but if he makes Emperor Jiaming angry and Quanzhen Tao is destroyed because of himself, then he will become a sinner of Quanzhen Tao.
Seeing Changchun's loose tone, He Ping'an quickly said: "Actually, if you look at it from another angle, the Palace of Eternal Life also has its own meaning."
He Ping'an introduced the many innovative elixirs that have been refined since the establishment of the Palace of Eternal Life to Master Changchun.
He said slowly: "The Changchun Palace is just a dead object. It is not good or bad. The key depends on the person who uses it."
Changchun Master listened to his persuasion, thought for a moment, and the expression on his face changed: "I also know what you said, but now the heavy responsibility of 40,000 lives is on me."
"Real person, so my suggestion is to consider this matter in the long term."
"As for this matter, you can put it off slowly for now, and only do the work without putting any effort into it."
"This matter should change within March."
He Ping'an made suggestions.
Since Changchun Master can come to him, it means that he is still a little entangled in his heart, otherwise he would not be wandering outside his door.
As long as I give myself two more months, I can personally open the pot for Emperor Jiaming without the need for a letter from the real person in Changchun.
When the time comes to the Palace of Eternal Life, I will naturally find a way to let it continue to survive in another way.
Of course, he couldn't explain this to Master Changchun, he could only rely on Master Changchun to experience it himself.
"well!"
Master Changchun thought for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Ping An is right, I listen to you."
For some reason, He Ping'an, a fifth-grade martial artist, made him trust him immensely.
It seems that what He Pingan said will definitely come true, and most of the sadness on his face has disappeared.
But then Master Changchun spoke again: "There is one more thing about you."
"What's up?"
He Ping'an asked curiously if there was anything else that he didn't know.
"Gongsun Yuanzheng is dead, did you know?"
Master Changchun said.
"What?"
He Pingan was surprised and said that he did not know that Gongsun Yuanzheng was dead.
"It seems you really don't know."
Master Changchun looked at the changes in He Ping'an's face and believed that he had nothing to do with the matter. He then said: "Just last night, that is, the second night after your fight, Gongsun Yuanzheng died."
"There are no other injuries on the body except the scars from your impact."
He Pingan nodded without saying anything, thinking secretly in his heart.
He immediately thought that there was a high probability that someone wanted to put the blame on him.
He did go to Gongsun Yuanzheng's mansion on the night he fought against Gongsun Yuanzheng.
But he just turned into three crazy Taoists, controlled Gongsun Yuanzheng with soul-obsessing skills, and asked him about the person who told him that Gongsun Yuanyi died in his own hands.
It was a short man in black. According to Gongsun Yuanzheng, this man's cultivation was unfathomable and there was no reason to lie to him.
However, Gongsun Yuanzheng did not know the specific identity of this person.
As for Gongsun Yuanzheng, to He Pingan, he was just a minion and not worth mentioning at all. However, this time was not the right time to kill him. He Pingan planned to kill him after a while.
So I spared him for now.
But he couldn't figure it out. If he wanted to put the blame on himself, wouldn't it be better to kill Gongsun Yuanzheng that day.
Why did he choose to kill him on the second night?
Master Changchun continued: "Master Mingyu of the Dragon Guard came to the Eternal Life Palace several times to look for you, but was stopped by King Tang."
"After all, it has been two full days since your fight that day. When Gongsun Yuanzheng fought with you that day, the king of Tang and the great scholars saw it, and there was no fear for their lives."
"Mingyu has no evidence, so he can only return in anger."
"It is said that they went to consult Guo Jianzheng of Si Tianjian, hoping to find some clues from the divination."
He Ping'an was not worried about Guo Jianzheng and asked curiously: "Is Jingzhao Mansion not involved in this matter?"
"When it comes to the Dragon Guard monks, Jingzhao Mansion has no jurisdiction."
The Changchun master explained.
...
After he was off duty, He Ping'an went to Si Tianjian and asked Guo Jianzheng and Mingyu about the divination results.
Master Mingyu did come to Si Tianjian, but he came back disappointed.
Because of this matter, Guo Jiazheng couldn't figure it out.
Although He Ping'an didn't have any clues in his mind, he subconsciously connected the death of Wan Chun Tang Wu Zining with the death of Gongsun Yuanzheng.
But the top priority at this time is the deal with the Beimang witch cultivator. When the dust there settles, He Ping'an will have time to deal with things here.
Let him be arrogant for a few days...
Two days later, Chenshi.
Liaodong County, Jizhou.
Dark clouds covered the sun, and light rain fell, falling at the entrance to the vegetable market in the county town.
Nearly a hundred murderous soldiers escorted more than a dozen shackled prisoners wearing dirty prison uniforms towards the vegetable market.
The first person was Zhang Yuanfang, the governor of Jizhou, who was riding a tall horse and wearing a scarlet robe. His thin body looked a little funny on the tall horse, and he walked forward in a swaying manner.
At the end of the team were several carriages used to carry corpses.
A group of people sounded gongs to clear the way, and it was very lively.
The people who had finished the market and were ready to leave suddenly gathered around.
Anyone who often goes to the market will know this scene.
A great scene in Caishikou, beheading in the street.
Watching the excitement is a traditional virtue of Daxuan people.
Within half an hour, the entire market entrance was filled with people on three levels inside and three outside.
If you don't see the beheading, the pork you buy home will not taste good.
"The time has come, prepare for execution!"
The time officer shouted the time at the top of his lungs. Zhang Yuanfang sat on the high platform, holding a red pen in his hand, and sketched out the names of people one by one.
Executioners wrapped in red scarves and holding ghost-headed knives lined up from east to west, ready to chop off the heads.
Qin Muhui, who was kneeling aside, looked up at the sky with hopeful eyes, but there was no change at all. He knew that the man would not come, and his last hope was shattered.
"Madam, I'm sorry for you."
"If there is an afterlife, I will be loyal to the human race!"
When Qin Muhui looked back on his life at this time, he didn't blame anyone for this. He only blamed himself for being too greedy and missing too many opportunities.
Zhang Yuanfang, who was on the high platform, looked at Qin Muhui who was kneeling down. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. Most prisoners would not shed tears until they saw the coffin. They would only repent when they were beheaded.
At this time, Qin Muhui was just confessing before his death and was not worthy of sympathy at all. Although he, Zhang Yuanfang, was occasionally greedy for ink, he couldn't do anything as bad as Qin Muhui.
Therefore, he acted quickly and strictly in this matter, and reported it to Emperor Jiaming and the Ministry of Punishment. It only took two days for the case to be closed and executed.
After his interrogation, the woman and the little girl did not know anything about Zhang Yuanfang's betrayal of the souls of the Valley of Heroes, but they were not completely innocent.
The woman usually bullies her servants, beats and insults her, and the little girl is also unruly and willful. Of course, these are not originally punishable by the Daxuan Law.
However, Qin Muhui conspired to rebel against the country, and according to the Daxuan Law, the whole family was implicated.
These two people will be in trouble.
"cut!"
Zhang Yuanfang put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and shouted sharply.
"Such a small child looks so pitiful..."
When the people in the audience saw that the timid little girl was about to be executed, most of them showed unbearable expressions and started talking a lot.
The sword flashed, the head fell to the ground, and blood sprinkled on the loess.
An hour later, the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed.
In mid-air, He Ping'an sat cross-legged in the void with a calm expression.
According to Zhang Yuanfang's investigation, Qin Muhui's wife and children were not innocent. Moreover, they had to bear the consequences of Qin Muhui's treason as they enjoyed Qin Muhui's rights and conveniences as the prefect's family.
In troubled times, you should use the heavy code!
This matter only needs to be handed over to the Daxuan Law for judgment.
At this moment, there were more important things waiting for him, and his spiritual consciousness spread throughout the county.
Several unusual movements were soon discovered.
The golden light flashed, and He Ping'an's body flashed, and several secret agents of Beimang had been uncovered from the county city.
He estimated that there was an abnormality in the officialdom of Liaodong County here, and these secret agents would definitely send a message to Beimang, so he has been waiting here, waiting for this moment.
After abolishing his cultivation and searching for souls, He Ping'an threw these Beimang secrets at the gate of Liaodong County Government Office.
Then Zhang Yuanfang was summoned, and someone would naturally come to deal with it.
