Chapter 1 I, Jiajing, the Wanshou Emperor

Author: Taixu Laodao

Chapter 1 I, Jiajing, the Wanshou Emperor

The eleventh year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the first year of Jin Huangtong, 1141 AD.

Lunar calendar, October.

The occupied area of ​​Chang'an ushered in an auspicious snowfall.

At first, it was just catkins blowing up in the wind. Soon, goose feathers woven into a canopy covering the surrounding areas.

The cold wind that scrapes bones and flesh, sweeps across the heaven and earth like ghosts crying and wolves howling, scaring all living things into silence and hundreds of beasts disappearing.

Under such bad weather, in a corner of Zhongnan Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, a group of defeated soldiers braved the wind and snow and entered a ruined temple in the mountains.

It is said that "a defeated army is worse than a bandit, and a deserted army is a bandit." However, this group of Qiuba had no spirit of banditry.

The wind, wind and fire are like a knight walking in the rivers and lakes.

They swarmed into the ruined temple, took off their bamboo hats and raincoats, quickly blocked the leaky temple walls, and then lit the collected dead branches and decayed wood. A small bonfire drove away the darkness and cold.

"Emperor Wanshou?"

The leader looked up at the only complete clay statue in the ruined temple, his brows slightly furrowed and he was lost in thought.

You can see by the light of the bonfire that the sculpture of the god is very rough, just like most Taoist emperors, with thick eyebrows and long beard, sitting on a big horse with a golden sword.

But when did the Taoist sect have this emperor named Wanshou?

Obviously, this is a rural prostitution temple.

The clay sculpture of the Wanshou Emperor lowered his eyes and looked down at the visitors with compassion.

I saw that the leader had a clear and handsome face, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, powerful phoenix eyes, and a beautiful three-inch beard. He was dressed in a navy blue robe with a bun, and a sword hanging from his waist. He was tall and tall.

At this moment, a strong man with a beard in the crowd punched the damaged temple wall, his eyes widened, and spittle flew everywhere:

"Marshal Yue and Marshal Han have both been relieved of their military power and dismissed from office. The court has already negotiated with Jin Gou... cede territory to seek peace and bow down as vassal... cut him off..."

"Zhao Laojiu, this piece of shit...hehe..."

"There is also an old thief like Qin Hui. I wish I could eat his flesh raw."

For a moment, the killing energy condensed in the ruined temple, and the sound of swords and weapons suddenly sounded.

"There is no hope for the imperial court."

Suddenly, the Taoist who was looking at Emperor Wanshou withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the brothers of life and death around him, and said in a deep voice: "But the resistance to gold cannot be interrupted, I will find a way for food, grass, soldiers and armor... Let's practice hard this winter.

Martial arts, next spring... raise the flag of righteousness and kill the golden dog..."

"Raise the flag of justice and kill the golden dog*N"

Men are proud of themselves, but facing a country that has been lost for more than ten years, these men are still full of enthusiasm in the harsh winter.

"Brother Wang, now the mountains are blocked by snow and you can't go anywhere. Please tell us more about Jin Yan Gong!"

"Yes! Yes! Boss, you can now fly up to ten feet on the bare wall and leave no trace on the snow. If we can also practice it, then killing Jurchens will be like killing chickens and dogs..."

"Okay! I'll talk to you again..."

At that moment, the Taoist set up his posture in the cramped and ruined temple and taught the so-called "Golden Wild Goose Kung Fu".

However, the strong sadness condensed on the brow, which could not be wiped away.

The uprising failed again, and they fled to this point without even finding their next meal.

In addition, the imperial court was preparing to stay in a corner, abandoning the rivers and mountains north of the Yangtze River. It used the political method of overt promotion and covert surrender to remove the military commanding power of Han, Zhang and Yue as the envoys of the Xuan Dynasty, and reused the peace begging faction headed by Qin Hui.

Fight against the Jin Dynasty and regain the Central Plains, the future becomes increasingly bleak!

As the night got darker, everyone simply ate some of the few remaining army rations, then lay on the ground in a state of confusion and hunger.

But the Taoist couldn't sleep. He sat cross-legged and quietly in front of Emperor Wanshou, slightly closing his eyes, thinking about his future anti-gold plan.

'Zhongnan Mountain has a dangerous terrain and rugged roads. There are five large valleys and over a hundred small valleys, stretching for hundreds of miles. It is also the front line of the Song and Jin Dynasties... You can advance, attack, retreat or defend. It is an excellent location to build a hidden grain farm.

land……'

'Dig a big grave...or build a Taoist temple...for cover.'

'We can no longer rashly raise troops...'

"Without the support and restraint of the imperial court, the rebel army would be like a pile of sand in front of Tiefutu and Guaizima..."

'Food, grass, soldiers and armor!'

"Alas!" Resisting gold cannot be achieved with a lot of passion.

'Even if my king, Chongyang, has trained his martial arts to the innate level, he still can't produce the materials to raise an army!'

‘There are still people’s hearts available in these years. When the imperial court completely abandons the Central Plains and tens of millions of people in the Central Plains become subjects of the Jin Kingdom in despair, the right time, place, people and people will no longer exist...’

'Emperor Wanshou, what should I do?'

'Emperor Wanshou, what should the people of the Central Plains do?'

[This emperor has given me three thousand stones of food to help you fight against gold!]

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Wang Chongyang suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the clay statue, his phoenix eyes shining with light.

Three thousand shi of grain?

The rebel army had five thousand men, barely enough food for a month...

But what was that just now?

‘Is there really a spirit calling from the world?’

Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly, shook his head, and closed his eyes again: 'If there really were gods, how could we, the great China, be defeated again and again at the hands of foreigners...'

"The mountains and rivers have fallen, and the people have no means of survival."

'I am so eager to fight against gold that I am hallucinating!'

At that moment, the chaotic thoughts were restrained, and the internal energy arose from the Dantian, flowing continuously and continuously into the meridians, moving according to the Great Zhoutian.

…………

The Wanshou Emperor withdrew his prying eyes and returned his mind to his mortal body.

This is the 40th year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, 1561 AD.

Lunar calendar, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

Beijing, a bright winter day.

The last batch of reports from several neighboring provinces were rushed into the palace today. The news is even more disappointing: there is still no snow in Shandong, no snow in Shanxi, and no snow in Beizhili!

Auspicious snow can bring good harvest.

If the snow doesn't fall, it will cause an insect disaster next year.

Zhu Sicong looked melancholy at the ground three feet above his head.

When a college student in his twenties who had just entered society was reincarnated as an emperor, or the powerful Jiajing Emperor, how could he be so worried?

He is 55 years old. He has been taking elixirs all year round and is suffering from heavy metal poisoning. He has only a few years to live.

Even if you have the heart to accept his three thousand beauties and indulge yourself in indulgence, you can't be a groom every night.

Fortunately, Goldfinger is awesome.

"Three thousand stones!"

"First give Wang Chongyang three thousand stones of grain. As long as he becomes a disciple of Emperor Wanshou, he will be able to exchange all the unique skills in Jin Yong's martial arts step by step..."

"In Wang Chongyang's era, he inherited the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons, started shooting eagles, divine eagles, and relying on the sky to slay dragons. He was able to catch up with almost the entire Jin Yong martial arts in one fell swoop."

"Xiantian Kung Fu, Jiu Yin Zhen Jing, Yi Jin Jing, Beiming Magic Kung Fu..."

"As long as I cultivate to the innate realm, I...I can usher in the second spring..."

"Even...immortality!"

Zhu Sicong, the current Emperor Jiajing, clenched his fists tightly and paced back and forth in the cold monastery.

The future is bright!

This is the Xiyuan Yuxi Palace located in Beihai, Zhonghai and Nanhai. Zhu Houcong moved here after the Wanshou Palace was burned down by fire.

Since the 21st year of Jiajing reign, no emperor has lived in the Forbidden City, which has more than 9,000 palaces.

And because there was no snowfall all winter around the capital, as the emperor, he had no choice but to issue an edict to punish his subjects and lock himself in the alchemy room in the palace, which he named "Jinshen Jingshe".

The general idea is: It is all because of my lack of sincerity in worshiping Heaven that God does not send down the auspicious snow. All parties are guilty, but I am the only one to blame. From the first day of the first lunar month of the 40th year of Jiajing to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will be fasting and praying alone in the Yuxi Palace in Xiyuan.

Snow. If God thinks of me sincerely, he will naturally send down auspicious snow to bless my Ming Dynasty and my subjects.

Three days ago, Zhu Houcong died suddenly here, and no one knew about it. Zhu Sicong from the 21st century occupied the magpie's nest and quietly became Jiajing.
To be continued...