guest room.
Green smoke curls up.
The golden statue of the god was placed on the table, and Jin Cheng chanted scriptures and prayed devoutly.
"Blessed by the Golden God, your glory covers the Kingdom of God..."
"The Great Zhou relies on the power of machines to wreak havoc on Yunzhou. Although the Kingdom of God is far away, it is not stable. One day in the future, the Great Zhou invades the Kingdom of God, and the flesh and blood of the people will be unable to withstand artillery..."
Jin Cheng murmured to himself, narrating for a long time to relieve stress, and was about to end the worship.
The statue of the god bloomed with dazzling light, and the golden god came to life in the spiritual light. He slowly folded the wings on his back, and the black tiger under the seat roared.
The bodyguards who were guarding Jin Cheng in the shadows suddenly appeared, kneeling on the ground and shouting that the Golden God is above him.
"Please pray, this god has already known about it, and will give the machine a golden book to solve the disaster!"
The Golden God waved his hand and let down the divine light, which condensed into a red gold book. Then the light gradually converged and returned to wood.
Jin Cheng was stunned for a long time. If it weren't for the changing posture of the statue and the golden book left on the ground, he would have thought he had just been hit by an illusion.
The Kingdom of God is different from the Yunzhou countries or Buddhism and Taoism. It still retains records from ancient times without any tampering, and it still firmly believes in the world of immortality that once existed.
The Golden God comes from the world of immortality, which is one of the fundamentals of the doctrine!
Jin Cheng murmured: "Is it possible that the Golden God is still alive after the end of the world? Or is it that the worship of the Kingdom of God has condensed the Golden God's will?"
The guard reminded: "Elder, what we have to do now is to escort the golden book back to the Kingdom of God!"
"right!"
Jin Cheng quickly put the gold book into his arms, but he still had doubts in his heart: "The machine has only been around for more than a hundred years, how can the Golden God understand its principles?"
The guard thought hard and guessed.
"Perhaps the metals in the world are under the jurisdiction of the Golden God, and machines are also made of metal!"
…
Time flies.
Another year.
On New Year's Eve, the court issued another edict that workshops were not allowed to close and orders must be completed!
The profits brought by the war and dumping made the princes of the imperial court red-eyed, and they wished that the workshop could run continuously for twelve hours.
The day the edict was issued.
In collaboration with the Red Alliance, workers set fire to the Royal No. 1 Workshop everywhere and blocked the city patrol officers who came to put out the fire. Hundreds of thousands of pieces of cloth were burned to ashes.
That night.
The Beijing camp went to Beijing to suppress it. The elite soldiers who had just returned from their rotation in northern Xinjiang easily defeated the civil unrest.
All the people who caused trouble were remnants of the Red League. They were all arrested at Caishikou and lined up to be beheaded. Even those who wore red or had a name with "deficit" in their names were all arrested and tortured.
Seeing this scene, the members of the Red Alliance could no longer hide it, and jumped out one after another to stop the imperial soldiers from killing the people.
Little did he know that he had fallen into the trap of the general in Beijing.
Lure the snake out of its hole!
Continuous gunshots were heard from all directions, and master spies came out from the dark and easily surrounded and exterminated the members of the Red Alliance.
After ten years of hard training in martial arts, he is said to have the power of nine bulls and two tigers. In ancient times, he could defeat hundreds of people. However, in the face of crackling bullets, he had no choice but to swallow his hatred.
"This group of people are so stupid and cute. They are actually willing to die for Mud Legs. I am somewhat impressed by this general!"
"Jie Jie Jie, I heard that many children from aristocratic families have also joined the Red Alliance?"
The general wore a woolen military uniform, cowhide boots and stirrups, and glanced at the dead bodies on the ground with cold eyes: "A group of half-buried old immortals are destined to be shattered to pieces under the torrent of machines. This general will be the first to break through a thousand-year-old family!"
Tavern.
A light is like a bean.
The roar of guns and artillery in the capital was endless, and Zhou Yi stood behind the counter and drank, as if he had not heard it.
I have read through most of the story, and I feel depressed and can no longer read it.
Yin hour three quarters.
Bai Shiyu staggered in from the outside, and the cook on his back groaned in pain.
The blind man was limping, his strings were broken, and there was a bloody hole in his leg.
Zhou Yi took out the jug from under the counter: "Try the secret medicinal wine and add a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be cured."
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Bai Shiyu poured a bowl of wine and carefully fed it into the cook's mouth, watching as the dying man quickly regained his life.
The blind man looked at the cook with his empty eyes and said, "This wine is too precious. I can't use it for my injury."
"Don't refuse. You have to sing tomorrow, but you can't let the guests dislike you."
Zhou Yi and the other three people's injuries are stable. They have been nourished by the thousand-year spiritual wine. Even their wounds will be healed tomorrow. He asked: "How are you today? Is there any progress in the Red Alliance?"
Bai Shiyu looked bitter and shook his head: "Failed."
The Red League burned down the Royal No. 1 Workshop and was brutally suppressed by the imperial court. Tomorrow, the people will have to work as usual, and even have to work overtime to make up for the losses.
The cook regained his strength and slammed the table: "If you keep failing, if you continue like this, the breath in your heart will be broken!"
The blind man shook his head and said, "Unless my whole family dies, I won't be able to die."
Bai Shiyu recalled what Lao Cai said, and always felt that the Red Alliance lacked something, and it would achieve little if he continued to make trouble like this.
Zhou Yi asked: "I understand why the blind man and the cook hate machines. Xiaobai, a young man from an aristocratic family, why do you do this too?"
"At first it was just revenge. I learned the martial arts passed down from my family and just wanted to make a name for my ancestors."
Bai Shiyu said: "Later in the workshop, I saw the misery of the people too much, and my sympathy turned into sympathy. After joining the Red League, I was repeatedly suppressed by the court, and now I just want to resist!"
"Well, this change of mind is almost the same."
Zhou Yi said: "No one can stop the torrent of machines. The reason why what you are doing now fails is because you are missing one thing!"
The cook was the most anxious and asked quickly: "What is missing?"
Bai Shiyu and the blind man showed hope, and the Red League led the people to resist the workshop. Successive failures extremely undermined confidence.
If it weren't for the imperial court's desperate squeeze and the people having to resist, perhaps the Red Alliance would have dissipated long ago!
In the eyes of the three of them, "Shopkeeper Sun" is a strange person from the world. No matter how the situation changes, I remain unmoved. Moreover, my family background and inheritance have been passed down for a long time. Maybe I can point out the shortcomings of Chimeng!
"Program!"
"You lack a platform to act together and fight for!"
Zhou Yi said quietly: "You are now a veritable mob, just like the rebel armies of past dynasties. You only blindly resist and destroy, but you don't know what to do."
Bai Shiyu frowned, vaguely enlightened, but he didn't know what the program was.
…
The capital was under martial law for several days.
The ban was finally lifted today, other areas are still tentatively opening their doors, and the taverns are already packed with guests.
The mouth that had been blocked for several days began to vent, and the sky was filled with anger. Liu Bantou from the Municipal Patrol Department came several times. Under the indifferent eyes of Chen Jiye and other old money, he went to guard the door dejectedly.
The imperial spies are here. Let's go inside and let them know.
Bai Shiyu was busy greeting the guests. He kept walking all day long and didn't close until midnight.
Close the door and lock it.
Bai Shiyu did not go to the backyard to sleep. Instead, he changed into night clothes and went out, walking through the streets and alleys along the dark corners of the walls until he reached Princess Funing's Mansion in Yongchangfang in the east of the city.
After climbing over the wall to transfer ownership, I found the back house very familiarly.
Woof woof woof - woof!
After several calls, three short and one long, the window creaked open, and Princess Funing looked outside with a smile.
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