In the sky above the central garden, hundreds of strange kites floated. They were floating up and down like innocent ghosts seeking their lives.

Underneath the kite is a white silk of the same color. On the white silk is written: "The bridge is a bow, the tower is an arrow, and the bow is shooting at the Chengtian Palace."

Signature: Give me back my life!

The Daxi soldiers spent the whole night catching mice. They were tired and sleepy at the moment. When they first saw the inexplicable kite, they were frightened. Then when they read the words on the white silk, everyone was frightened.

Zhang Xianzhong struggled all night and could not calm down when faced with such a shocking scene.

Looking around, there are bridges but no towers, and I can't figure it out.

At this time, all the civil and military ministers rushed to the central garden to prepare to welcome Lao Wansui to the court. When they saw the kites in the garden, they were at a loss and panicked.

What they fear most is not the kite, but the anger that comes from it.

But Lao Longzai was already frightened. The mice last night were an ominous sign, and indeed there was such a vision today!

He stumbled up the city tower, followed closely by the ministers. Looking at the rushing river outside the east gate, an arch bridge spanned it, majestic. Next to the bridge, there was also a stone tower, fifty or sixty meters high, which was particularly unusual.

Conspicuous.

Long live the old man Zhang Xianzhong let out a shrill roar, clutched his chest, and fell backwards. Fortunately, Zhang Kewang had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stepped forward to help him.

Zhang Xianzhong was still in shock, and after looking at it for a long time, he asked Yan Ximing, the right prime minister behind him: "When were this bridge and tower built?"

"It must have been decades ago."

"What's the name of the arch bridge?"

"Suojiang Bridge."

"What's the name of the stone tower?"

"Huilan Tower."

Zhang Xianzhong couldn't help but shook his head, turned around and said to Pingdong General Zhang Kewang: "This tower is unlucky! Send someone to demolish it quickly."

Zhang Kewang took the order and left, and immediately mobilized more than a thousand soldiers. After a while, the stone tower was demolished. After clearing away the stones and soil, the soldiers found a thick stone slab under the base of the tower with writings on it.

Zhang Kewang quickly reported to Zhang Xianzhong. Zhang Xianzhong came over and took a look, and there was a poem engraved on the stone slab:

Yu Yilong repaired the pagoda, but Zhang Xianzhong demolished the pagoda.

Every year comes when A, B, and C happen, and the blood flows red here.

The evil luck ends in the north of Sichuan, and the poisonous gas spreads in the east of Sichuan.

No bamboo is needed to play the flute, an arrow pierces the chest.

——The Records of Zhuge Kongming in the First Year of Yanxing

After reading this poem, Lao Wansui turned around and left without saying a word, his face turned pale.

When he returned to the palace, he asked people to find books and search, and it turned out that the pagoda was really built by Yu Yilong, the chief envoy of Sichuan during the Wanli period.

Zhuge Liang is so "magical" that he can predict that a pagoda will be built here a thousand years later, and he will predict both those who build the pagoda and those who demolish it!

"When every year comes, blood flows red here." The Daxi Kingdom was founded in the Jiashen year. When Chengdu was conquered, blood flowed like a river. This year is the year of Yi and You. They killed monks and Taoists, killed scholars, killed country gentry, massacred the city and massacred the people, and the city was filled with blood.

The flow has become a sea. Next year is the year of Bingxu. Will there be continued bleeding and peace?

The most shocking thing is the last few sentences: "The evil luck ends in the north of Sichuan, and the poisonous gas spreads in the east of Sichuan. No bamboo is needed to play the flute, and an arrow pierces the chest."

Any fool can guess that these words are about Zhang Xianzhong. The civil and military officials in the palace did not dare to speak, waiting for the old man to get angry.

Zhang Xianzhong's chest was clogged with blood, and it took him a while to regain his breath. Zhuge Liang was also someone he once admired, so he couldn't help but not believe these words.

He repeatedly cursed: "The Shu are hateful! The Shu are hateful! The strange way is that the Shu are hateful. It turns out that Zhuge Liang is in the same group with them!"

Then he scolded: "What a vicious curse. I will never go to northern Sichuan, and I will never go to eastern Sichuan!"

Zhang Xianzhong was so frightened that he turned from madness to depression, became even more confused, and ignored court affairs for ten days.

He didn't know that all of this was actually done by Yang Zhan.

Zhang Xianzhong's blood feud for massacring the people of Chengdu has aroused the indignation of the Shu soldiers. From generals to soldiers, as well as knights and knights, they asked for battle every day, but Yang Zhan refused to agree.

Because he knew that no matter how angry you were, you couldn't win the war if you didn't have enough weapons. They had just started making weapons at the Wannian Temple in Emei, and it took a few months before they could get anything out.

The other teams were easy to appease. The dozens of warriors with special skills in the Fuhu Army actually clamored to go to Chengdu to assassinate Zhang Xianzhong. Fei Xiaojin, Shuai Yuanhong and Liu Jiankuan also agreed.

Yang Zhan had no choice but to ask the King of Shu to discuss the matter.

The King of Shu said: "All the ministers are the pillars of the Shu Kingdom, and those knights are also the elites of the Shu Kingdom. In terms of martial arts, of course they can kill the Demon King. But the Demon King has always been cunning and has many minions. If anything goes wrong, our Shu Kingdom will be destroyed."

disaster."

With what happened before Jian Kuan, neither King Shu nor Yang Zhan wanted to let them take risks again.

Yuanhong said angrily: "Since we can't raise troops and dare not assassinate him, how can we let Zhang Xianzhong do whatever he wants? Should we wait until he kills all the Sichuan people before we take action?"

Fei Xiaojin also said: "I know that a little impatience can ruin a big plan, but when everyone is filled with righteous indignation, if we do nothing, I am afraid that the hearts of those rangers and soldiers will be chilled."

After Jian Kuan recovered from his injuries in Chengdu, he had been in contact with Bai Wenxuan. Only then did he remember the news he had just received.

"His Majesty the King of Shu, General, fellow seniors, I heard from Bai Wenxuan that Zhang Xianzhong has been suspicious all day long since he killed all the people in Chengdu and moved to Zhongyuan. I have an idea. Let's dress up as evil ghosts and go to Zhongyuan.

Go and scare him. If you get the chance, kill him. If you don't get the chance, scare him half to death. Take it as a warning."

The King of Shu shook his head, "It doesn't make much sense, it's just as risky."

Yang Zhan became more energetic, "Your Majesty, do you still remember when Master asked Daban Ya to leave a note to scare Zhang Xianzhong? He once taught us that people have awe of invisible things. We might as well do it

A series of schemes, and with the help of Prime Minister Zhuge, to scare him and make him commit suicide. This will not only give the Sichuan people a sigh of relief, but also prevent them from developing in the two directions that we have no control over, northern and eastern Sichuan.

Laying the foundation for our next strategy.”

King Shu and his junior brothers all became energetic and asked, "What should we do?"

"That's all it takes."

Yang Zhan then ordered people to make hundreds of kites with white silk tails. He also found a stone slab, carved verses on it, and made it look like it had been buried underground for thousands of years.

In the dead of night, Yang Zhan took his junior brothers and more than a hundred Fuhu troops, along with kites and slates, to Chengdu quietly and arranged everything overnight.

Zhang Xianzhong fell into the trap, and Zhuge Kongming's poems were engraved in his heart and became a talisman.

He will never believe Ge Bao's words again. But Zhuge Liang can accurately predict what will happen today after thousands of years, so you can't help but believe what he said about the future!

Whenever he thinks about it, Zhang Xianzhong feels despair. How can he still have the slightest mood to care about the sunset?

The left and right prime ministers came to comfort each other, and Lao Wansui lamented: "Chengdu is already a fucking empty city, why should I go to court?"

Then he scolded me again: "You are the ones with bad intentions. You have been encouraging me to kill people all day long. Now that I have killed them all, I can only see ghosts. Did you get your wish?"

The two prime ministers quickly knelt down.

Wang Zhaolin came to flatter him again, "We have killed all the people in the city, as well as the common people outside the city. Our Daxi Kingdom governs dozens of states and counties, are we still afraid that there will be no common people?"

These words were more in line with Lao Longzai's wishes. He immediately jumped up and shouted: "Let's go, let's go, let's go with me to the outside of the city to see the people of Daxi."

He was surrounded by civil and military officials and came to the home of a common man in Huayang County outside the city. The common people had fled after hearing the news, but were stopped by Daxi soldiers.

Lao Wansui laughed and asked questions, and also gave him rich clothes, gold and silver. The whole family, young and old, knelt on the ground to answer, not daring to raise their heads at all.

Lao Wansui stepped forward and prepared to pick up the old man. Unexpectedly, he was struck by the wind as he walked and knocked down the memorial tablet enshrined on the table.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up and took a look, ah, ah, ah, it’s so damn annoying!

It turns out that one side of the tablet says "Long live Daxi Lao", and the other side says "Long live the king of Shu".

Obviously, this family had their hearts set on the Kingdom of Shu, and they cleverly built two tablets on the same piece of wood, one on the back and one on the front. During the day, the tablet of Lao Long live Zhang Xianzhong was displayed publicly when there were people around, and turned over in the evening when no one was around.

Come here, set up a memorial tablet for the King of Shu, burn incense and worship devoutly.
Chapter completed!