Chapter 139 What are they going to do? [Third update please vote]
Author: Dark Eggplant
Chapter 139 What are they going to do? [Third update please vote]
Since ancient times, the power system has been from top to bottom.
Like a pyramid.
This is a structure that can support a dynasty.
This is also a distribution mechanism.
Power is sharply reduced from top to bottom, and the superiors are respected and the inferiors are humbled. This has been the case since ancient times.
The same goes for money and material things. They occupy the bulk at the top and decrease sharply layer by layer downwards. The top is rich and the bottom is poor. This is the same in ancient and modern times.
The same is true for vital information, knowledge, and knowledge. The top knows it first, and then goes down layer by layer. What you want to know will be screened out, and what you don't want to know will be intercepted halfway.
If you are at the bottom, with no power and little money, even your knowledge of the world has been chosen by others.
On a new day, the people of Kyoto are still living their ordinary and simple lives as usual.
The shocking news was not delivered.
Although it must be passed on sooner or later, it is not now.
The common people only knew that there were many more guards in Kyoto.
Before dawn, the abbot of Jianwang Temple and other eminent monks had been recruited into the palace.
This is a 'dharma door' built by the dynasty. It handles many strange things, holds rituals, and chants sutras for salvation.
Of course, they are professionals, and they are professionals officially certified by the court.
For ordinary people, if they are doing some mundane things, it is definitely a very honorable thing to invite a monk from Jianwang Temple to recite a sutra, which shows their status.
For ordinary people, how should they live their lives?
But the head catcher of Zhengqi Division is no ordinary person.
"The boss is recruiting us urgently. Is there a big job for us?" Xu Mo is a newbie in the workplace, so he just asks if he doesn't understand.
"Probably." Han Xuan said that the investigation into Liang Wenhou was not so urgent last time. It seemed that it should be a more important matter.
The two chatted all the way and entered the Zhengqi Department.
This time it was in the study at the back.
The room is very dark.
The owner of the store unusually did not read various books, but stood in the room with his hands behind his back, looking at a plaque above his head.
Very fascinating.
There are eight big characters written on it.
"Imperial power changes, but humanity endures forever!"
After entering the room, the boss asked the two of them to sit down.
Then the next sentence is so direct that it won’t stop until it’s surprising.
"The Human Emperor is dead!"
There was a brief silence in the room.
The expressions of Han Xuan and Xu Mo also changed several ways.
In the end, everything returned to peace.
But this calmness is only superficial.
Seeing that neither the boss nor Han Xuan spoke, Xu Mo couldn't help but ask: "What are we going to do?"
Han Xuan shook his head: "Do nothing."
"Do nothing?" Xu Mo was puzzled.
"Yes, don't do anything." Han Xuan knew that Xu Mo didn't understand the situation, so he said: "The Righteousness Department only maintains the existence of humanity and respects the orders of the Emperor. If there are evil spirits who cause trouble, kill them. Maintain righteousness and maintain humanity."
,Other than that, other things have nothing to do with us."
Xu Mo probably understood.
After all, he and Han Xuan had learned about the responsibilities of the Zhengqi Department before this.
Basically, they do two things. One is that the Human Emperor orders them to do something, and this is one of them; the other is that the evil spirits want to subvert the human imperial power, so they can't let it go unnoticed and use the power of thunder to destroy those who want to cause trouble.
Evil.
It's not like I haven't done this before.
Therefore, although the past dynasties have changed many times, humanity will never be destroyed.
This is the meaning and responsibility of the Zhengqi Department.
"But if it is just internal chaos, such as debauchery, incompetence in governance, or fighting for power and profit, leading to chaos in various states, or even wars and dynasties changing, we will not care about this, and we cannot care about it."
"Understood."
At this time, Han Xuan came over and whispered: "The boss and the old man have a good personal relationship, so the boss must have investigated the old man's death. It seems that it is a normal birth, old age, illness and death. This kind of thing is difficult to avoid
."
Xu Mo nodded.
"Close the door."
At this time, the boss said something.
Xu Mo stood up and closed the door.
Suddenly, the room became darker.
There is even an unusual coldness to it.
According to Xu Mo's experience, there is a ghost in this house.
And there's more than one.
Sure enough, from the darkness behind, a figure came out.
It's hazy and illusory, and it's undoubtedly a ghost.
But it was not the kind of fierce ghosts and resentful souls that Xu Mo saw, but ordinary ghosts, so ordinary that they should not exist.
In this world, those who are beaten and bullied are always honest people.
The same goes for ghosts.
If an ordinary person dies, his soul will disappear into thin air or escape into reincarnation, but does reincarnation really exist?
No one knows.
Maybe not even the practitioners and demons know about it.
The world of Dharma cultivation can also be seen as a pyramid. Mortals are naturally at the bottom, but so-called immortal cultivators and even evil spirits and weirdos are only in the middle, or even further down. I don't know what is on top.
If you want to know what there is, it's very simple, just climb up and cross the hierarchy.
But this is hard, hard, hard!
Besides, the figure that Xu Mo and Han Xuan saw was an old man, quite a simple person, with no resentment or hatred in him, but a sense of relief and relief.
Xu Mo didn't know this person.
But Han Xuan obviously knew him.
The other party immediately stood up and saluted.
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty?"
Xu Mo suddenly realized.
It's a bit surprising that this ghost is actually the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty who just died.
The Soul of the Human Emperor.
No wonder there is no resentment to protect the body, nor does it dissipate between heaven and earth.
"The person you want to see is over there." The boss said at this time, his tone was like talking to an old friend, casual and informal.
This was said to the dead emperor.
The other party glanced at Xu Mo and floated over.
"Are you the Xu Mo who makes people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes?"
the emperor's soul asked.
Xu Mo saluted and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, okay, I said last night that I wanted to summon you today, but I didn't expect that my misfortune would come so quickly. Although it was in this way, my wish was over. At this moment, I can't look back.
Tasting your watery song, I have another feeling, and I feel more and more that life is impermanent."
Obviously, the emperor's death was an accident.
He said so himself.
Next, the emperor discussed poetry, songs, and national affairs with Xu Mo, without even mentioning a single word.
It can be seen that the other party is really open-minded.
It's like he's too lazy to care.
Xu Mo couldn't help but asked sideways.
The emperor's soul smiled and said: "When a person dies as a ghost, he is not within the scope of human nature. Naturally, he cannot care about it, and there is no need to interfere. Although I have regrets, when I think of your poem, I look away from it. I have no regrets.
No regrets!”
The emperor was very open-minded about his future destination.
"Go wherever you need to go, whether you want to enter reincarnation or dissipate between heaven and earth, it doesn't matter."
It was already afternoon at this time, probably Shen Shi, when a black-skinned kid came to report the news.
Rumors of the emperor's death spread throughout the capital.
But who spread the news is still unknown.
In addition, the Prime Minister's office was still preparing for the national funeral, and there were rumors that the emperor's death was deliberately caused by someone, and that it was caused by evil people with the intention of seeking power and usurping the throne.
Hearing this, everyone looked at the emperor's soul.
The latter also looked ugly.
"That's nonsense. Someone is secretly adding fuel to the fire and trying to use my death to stir up the situation. What are they going to do?"
