The old Taoist's soft cry attracted everyone's attention, and Hou Wenchang even took a step forward and squeezed behind the old Taoist, asking in a very private manner.
"Do you know what this is?"
The old Taoist ignored him at all and turned to the next page, which was the one where the imperial edict was unfolded.
This photo generally looks clear, but in fact due to the distance and the size of the photo, the fonts in the photo are not clear. At least I couldn't discern what was written on it even after squinting for a long time.
"Old man, what do you see?"
Hou Wenchang asked anxiously, and the old Taoist raised his eyelids and glanced sideways at him. Hou Wenchang was confused. The most important thing was that the old Taoist still ignored him.
Hou Wenchang wanted to ask more, but Mo Zhenzhen took a step forward and handed over a bag in her hand.
"Taoist Master, you have worked hard outside. You must have done your best for our safety. It is disrespectful to be petty."
The bag is an opaque black bag, but it’s not hard to tell what it is by looking at the shape inside.
The Taoist priest's expression changed as soon as he saw it, and he looked at Mo Zhenzhen with a not very good expression.
"What do you mean? We are gathered here for great good."
Mo Zhenzhen nodded as if she had been taught something, and then said with a smile.
"Even good people have to eat. We can't let good people eat chaffy vegetables. And you are experts in dealing with ghosts and monsters. There are no fees for magic weapons and talismans. This money is not paid by myself. It is also from Y City. The people’s wishes are not much, they are just their thoughts.”
As she said that, Mo Zhenzhen handed the money bag forward again. Seeing that the Taoist priest still refused to accept it, Mo Zhenzhen looked behind the old Taoist and happened to meet the eyes of a little Taoist priest behind the old Taoist. At that moment, she The smile on his face became brighter by two points, and he took another step forward and handed the money bag to the little Taoist priest.
"Take it, little Taoist Priest. This money is really a little thought from the citizens of Y City. When the time comes, I will give you a share. This is all merit money and is not tainted with tackiness."
The old Taoist didn't respond. The young Taoist looked around and then gave up.
There was no reaction from the Taoist priests or monks, so the officer's face turned darker, but he didn't say anything.
After giving away the money, Mo Zhenzhen looked at the old Taoist with a curious expression, bent slightly and asked curiously.
"Taoist Priest, that's an imperial edict, right? You're well-informed. Do you know something? Can you help me clarify my doubts?"
The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Zhenzhen, with a smile on his face.
"The little girl is not old enough to have some knowledge. This is indeed an imperial edict."
"You say this is an imperial edict? How can there be a white edict?" Hou Wenchang asked without understanding, but the old man didn't even raise his eyelids this time and ignored him.
But Mo Zhenzhen smiled and talked to the old Taoist.
"I am just a child making blind guesses. I am not as knowledgeable as the Taoist priest. Taoist priest, this edict seems really strange. Can you please help us clear up my doubts?"
Mo Zhenzhen asked sincerely. The old Taoist stroked his white beard and nodded.
"Since you are curious, let me tell you about this thing. Do you know about the Yin shape?"
Mo Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "Please Taoist Master, please help me clear up my doubts."
The old Taoist raised his chin slightly, his arrogance fully revealed, and his voice became louder.
"This Yin Statement is the paper written to the underworld when a lawsuit is filed in the underworld. The paper is handed to the ten palaces of the underworld, Yama, and they will judge the merits and demerits. And this imperial edict is also something for the underworld."
Having said this, the old Taoist's expression became a little more strange.
"If I read it correctly, this edict should be written by Emperor Hong Zhao."
Mo Zhenzhen and the others were all outsiders and didn't know anything about Emperor Hong Zhao, but when the locals heard what the veteran said, their expressions changed a little.
Fortunately, Lao Dao had the intention of showing off at this time and did not stop talking about it just because everyone knew about it. Instead, he continued talking on his own.
"It was said that Emperor Hongwen attained enlightenment and became an immortal, and Emperor Hong Zhao who succeeded him seemed to imitate Emperor Hongwen. But everyone knows about Emperor Hongwen. He did not attain enlightenment and became an immortal, but was harmed by the treacherous minister Su Zhongjun and the Sumei people. After his death, his body was buried in Quanxipo. Su Zhongjun kept this matter secret. The Sumei people also died half a month after Emperor Hongwen's death. No one knew about it anymore. In the end, it was our archaeological work. At that time, the tomb of Emperor Hongwen was excavated, and the tomb of Sumei was found. The letter written by Sumei was found in the interlayer of her funerary objects. Only then did she learn about Emperor Hongwen. Later, she was also excavated in Quanxipo. The bones of Emperor Hongwen.”
This is the knowledge that needs to be learned in the history of junior high schools in this world. Except for outsiders like Mo Zhenzhen, everyone who has attended nine years of compulsory education knows it.
At the same time, they were also aware of the absurd behavior of Emperor Hong Zhao who succeeded him.
The old Taoist took out the second one and looked at it carefully. He couldn't see the specific content of the imperial edict clearly, but he knew the final seal of the edict.
"This seal is the jade seal that Emperor Hong Wen specially asked someone to carve for 'Heaven's gift to the emperor, immortality will last forever'. It is the treasure in the National ×××× Museum." At this point, even the old Taoist couldn't help but sigh. A sound.
"The treacherous minister Su Zhongjun killed Emperor Hong Wen. The drama he made to cover up the evidence of his crime was so real that it even deceived the original Emperor Hong Zhao. He insisted on seeking immortality. Since ancient times, how can emperors have immortality? Not to mention the emperor, ministers of civil and military affairs, and local officials, all of them will grow old, get sick, and die."
The old man sighed for a while and then continued talking slowly. Only Mo Zhenzhen could pretend to listen attentively. Everyone else wanted to blast the old man twice to tell him to speak quickly if he had anything to say. Don't take the ink from Joe!
"I once heard my master say that in his later years, Emperor Hong Zhao failed in his pursuit of immortality and wanted to follow the path of ghosts. At that time, there was a very famous Taoist named Gui Sangeng. It was said that he was proficient in the art of ghosts and gods. He was an evil cultivator who followed evil ways. He should have He deserved death and died like an animal, but somehow he got mixed up with the fate of the country and his soul disappeared."
Having said this, the old Taoist couldn't help but laugh and spoke to Mo Zhenzhen again.
"Those people in the past didn't know the disadvantages of being tainted with the national destiny. They thought that having dragon energy around them was a benefit. Using the national destiny to cover up their own luck could change the weather and cover up their own sins. In fact, these are just conjectures. God is not blind."
The old Taoist gloated and then suppressed his smile under the officer's glare. After a long time without hearing anything more from him, Hou Wenchang moved forward again.
"Then what?"
The old man was squeezed by him and said angrily.
"What then, and what then."
Hou Wenchang refused to give up.
"Then what happened to Emperor Hong Zhao? What happened to the tomb? What happened to this imperial edict?"
The old Taoist rolled his eyes at Hou Wenchang and said angrily.
"Emperor Hong Zhao died at the age of twenty-seven. What else can happen next? With this holy sign, the cemetery must be the work of the ghost San Geng and Emperor Hong Zhao. What else can be said?"
Hou Wenchang felt very worried. It was obvious that there was something going on here. Why did such an experienced person just pass it by in such an understatement?
Hou Wenchang still wanted to ask something, but was pushed away by the young Taoist priest behind the old Taoist.
"Why are you so rude? Do you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? You are squeezing my master!"
Hou Wenchang was pushed so hard that he almost sat on the ground, saying he couldn't bear it.
"Why did you just answer her question? I asked why you don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? Is it because she gave you money?"
Mo Zhenzhen glanced at Hou Wenchang who was pointing at her, with a confused look on her face but a sigh in her heart.
He was young, reckless, and wanted to drag her into the water.
"What money? That is a donation from the people of Y City. It is a gift of incense money to thank the immortals, gods and Buddhas. It contains the thoughts of the deceased people of Y City, and also contains the gratitude gifts of the people of Y City who are still alive. I just pay it on your behalf. For all the good people.”
Mo Zhenzhen picked it out in just two or three sentences.
This money was the money she earned from blackmailing those shop owners. There was a total of 350,000 yuan in the bag. It was a heavy bag. Just by looking at the pull of the black plastic bag, you could tell that the money in it must be quite high.
After Mo Zhenzhen said those words, Hou Wenchang looked at her with an incredulous look, as if asking her why she could be so shameless and tell lies with such open eyes!
But Mo Zhenzhen just wanted to sigh to Hou Wenchang.
What's wrong with saying nice things? Nice words don't cost anything. Talking to people and telling lies is not only a skill, but also a good skill for building connections and saving money. Why don't today's young people know how to learn it? Woolen cloth!
