Chapter 88 You are like the dust on the road, but I am like mud
The Living Buddha was killed!
This kind of thing has never been heard of before and is a great shame to Lamaism. Not only the secular world was shocked, but also the sects in the immortal way were alarmed. After knowing that the royal family released the living Buddha, many immortal sects were gearing up to prepare the living Buddha and the lama.
All the remaining ones stayed within the territory of the Ming Dynasty. The reason why they did not take action outside the capital was to give the Ming Dynasty royal family some face. There were already many immortals, demons and even beings in the demon world waiting for the lama on his way back.
When the living Buddha was slaughtered, who would have thought that people did not wait, but waited for the news of his death!
Who can kill a living Buddha under the protection of a thousand soldiers, dozens of lamas and even at least two lamas who are equivalent to masters of the golden elixir? This is simply a legend, and some people even vaguely say that it is some old monks.
Although most people don't believe it, they have to believe it, because except for people like Su Lao, who can kill a living Buddha in public? He also wiped off the nose of a late Jindan master without even meeting him.
Exposed! This is simply unbelievable.
On the night when the Living Buddha was killed, there was another sound of smashing things in Chongzhen's study. Chongzhen's mood seemed to get worse, not because of the Living Buddha's life or death, but because of his authority as the emperor. Chongzhen felt that nothing was under his control.
Everything was out of his hands, and even a living Buddha he wanted to let go died in the suburbs. He died on the edge of the capital city.
The world seems to be taking another step towards chaos.
"Is this what kills living Buddhas?" Chongzhen asked with a frown as he looked at a metal bullet placed on the table.
Tianya nodded and said: "It is exactly this object. This object spans a distance of nearly three hundred feet. It directly penetrates the mind of the Living Buddha and kills the physical body of the Living Buddha."
Chongzhen picked up the bullet and looked at it carefully, then put it to his nose and smelled it.
Tianya said: "It smells like gunpowder, but it seems to be completely different from the previous gunpowder, and there is also a gap in taste."
"You mean, this is not the work of immortal cultivators?" Chongzhen looked towards Tianya.
Tianya shook his head and said: "It must have been done by cultivators. There is a faint flow of true energy on this thing, and it must be condensed with true energy. What's more, no blacksmith can create this gold and iron object so smoothly.
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Chongzhen leaned against the back of his chair helplessly. Since it was a matter of immortality, he, the emperor, had no time to take care of it. Not to mention immortality, he couldn't take care of the affairs of the world now. He was so worried: "You can deal with the matters of those who are cultivating immortals."
Deal with it."
Tianya nodded and exited the imperial study room.
Today is Jin Yun's happy day, but there is no joy in Jin Yun's room. Jin Yun's eyes are red and swollen, but her expression has turned calm.
But Qiao Fu was still gnashing his teeth and scolding Chang Xiao, Chang You, all people with the surname Chang, all men, while Chun Lai couldn't help but cry beside him. This happy event seemed more distressing than a funeral.
Heart-wrenching.
After Qiaofu came back, he told his lady what happened at the gate of Chang's house. Unexpectedly, Jinyun actually scolded her severely, because she was afraid that Chang Xiao would get into trouble with Wang Changxu if he knew the whole story.
Her sacrifice would have been in vain.
This makes Qiaofu even more unworthy of his own lady.
The sky outside the house was getting brighter little by little, but it was still dark and oppressive inside the house. The flame was swaying unsteadily, and the lamp oil was about to burn out. It was so weak that it looked like it was about to be strangled to death at any time.
There is a bright red outfit on the table, neatly folded and covered with phoenix crowns. This was sent by Mrs. Wang last night, but it has never been opened. No one will look at it.
One glance.
There was a knock on the door, and an old woman's beaming voice sounded outside the door: "Miss Jin, we are the wife of the Wang family, and we are here to pick you up."
Jin Yun responded, but did not move. Her eyes moved slowly. Her beautiful big eyes were empty and lifeless. She looked at the bright red wedding dress. The scarlet color made her squint slightly.
Which girl has never fantasized about the situation when she is wearing a wedding dress? The man in the dream always has everything he wants and does as he pleases, but in fact, how can there be such sincerity?
After a while, there was no movement in the house, and Xipo's urging voice came from outside: "Miss, if we don't get up the sedan, we will be late. That would be unlucky!"
Jin Yun stood up slowly, her long hair flowing down like a waterfall, and her plain white clothes made Jin Yun look like an elegant orchid.
Qiao Fu, who was next to him, had long since lost his voice and couldn't curse. He just shed tears and stepped forward with Chun Lai to unfold the set of wedding clothes and put them on the numb Jin Yun piece by piece.
Qiao Fu whispered: "Miss, the Chang family's beast has no humanity at all. He pretended not to know the great kindness she showed him, and even insulted her. Miss, why do you have to do this to yourself for him? We are not getting married.
, let’s go back to our hometown, if you can’t find any kind of husband you want, why bother to make a fool of yourself?”
Jin Yun's eyes flashed, and then she looked out the window. After a while, she smiled faintly and said: "Qiaofu, you are wrong. The people who insulted you are just his servants. Mr. Chang must not know the details. Although I
I didn’t have much contact with him, but when I saw his eyes, I knew he was definitely not this kind of person. Sooner or later, he would know what I did for him, and he would remember my goodness for the rest of his life. Qin Guan said
Well, once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless things in the world. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? As long as he remembers me in his heart, misses me, and feels sorry for me, then I will be better off than staying with him.
I also want to feel happy around me!”
"I have figured it out. My whole life is to conquer people. I killed my parents first, then killed my uncle's family, and then I fell in love with Mr. Chang, but Mr. Chang was almost beheaded by the emperor. Everything is actually true.
It's my fault. If that's the case, then it's actually a good choice for me to marry someone I don't like and someone who forces me. At least if I kill him, I won't feel guilty." Jin Yun said.
Smiling, he began to arrange his wedding clothes.
The ten fingers were full of vitality, wandering back and forth on the blood-red wedding dress.
Qiaofu and Chunlai couldn't bear it and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"You are like road dust, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet?" The gentle poem echoed faintly in the room.
Chang Xiao put on his official uniform and turned around. He felt very good about himself. Things like killing the living Buddha had been forgotten by him. This kind of thing just happened to him when he felt comfortable. There was no need to keep it in mind. Of course, he didn't
It is clear how important a living Buddha is. This weight does not refer to the weight in the secular world but to the world of immortality.
Chang Xiao discovered that this official uniform has a great advantage, that is, the true energy in his body is nourished and strengthened by this official uniform. It is an indescribable feeling. This is the feeling of the convergence of the faith of all people, just like the golden body of Buddhism.
, wearing official uniforms can gather the power of faith, and being a good official will naturally make people more convinced. Chang Xiao wears official uniforms because he is known to the imperial guards, so the power of faith has a hint of spiciness and blood.
This has a lot to do with the responsibilities of this official position.
Chang Xiao now no longer needs to ride in a carriage when going out, but in a sedan, an official sedan! Ordinary people, no matter how wealthy they are, can only ride in a two-person sedan, but Chang Xiao can ride in a four-person sedan, which is what an official
The majesty lies in the horse-drawn carriage. As the old saying goes, the majesty of riding on someone's head is the real majesty. And as soon as the four-person sedan goes out, others will know that you are an official of the third rank or higher!
In the fourth year of Jingtai, those who were in the third rank or above in Beijing were allowed to ride in sedan chairs. In the seventh year of Hongzhi, civil and military officials who were required to ride in sedans were assigned four people to pick them up. They were in charge of the affairs of the five prefectures, guarding the inside and outside, and guarding the dukes, marquises, uncles, and governors.
No matter young or old, no one is allowed to ride in a sedan chair. Those who ride in a sedan chair in violation of the regulations and use eight people without authorization will be reported. Since Taizu did not want his ministers to abandon riding and shooting, even if they are ministers, they must ride on horses when they go out.
In other words, characters such as Dukes and Lords cannot ride in sedan chairs!
Chang Xiao walked slowly all the way to the Jinyiwei Service Yamen.
In fact, ordinary officials will not make this kind of sedan when they first take office. They will be criticized by the censors verbally and in writing, and they will be criticized for being arrogant and domineering. It is a minor offense, but Chang Xiao is not afraid of these. I just want to be more majestic. To be honest.
, I don’t plan to sit in this sedan anymore. It’s really uncomfortable and not fast. It’s not as quick and easy as riding a horse.
When he arrived at the yamen gate, Chang Xiao tidied up his appearance in the sedan chair before getting off the sedan. Then he saw a large and eerie hole, like a beast opening its mouth, and streams of cool wind blew out from the yamen gate.
Chang smiled and smacked his cheeks. He was worthy of being a court eagle. As soon as he stood in front of the yamen, it seemed that the smell of blood came out of the door and penetrated into his skin! Moreover, the yamen was so deserted that even sparrows didn't poop. It was empty.
Yes, a great place to shoot ghost movies in broad daylight.
Chang Xiao stepped into the Jinyiwei Yamen. This Yamen actually had a concierge, an old man in his fifties. When he saw Chang Xiao, who was wearing the official uniform of the same magistrate, he stepped forward and said with a smile on his face: "You
He must be the newly appointed Tongzhi elder."
Chang Xiao nodded, crossed the screen wall, glanced into the Yamen, and then asked with some confusion: "Where have all the people in our Yamen gone?"
The old man hurriedly said: "Back to the lord, it's still early. The two ministers, the two governors, and the gentlemen from the 1,000 households in the 14th Institute will be here later."
Chang Xiao looked at the sky and smiled, it was indeed a bit early.
Then he stepped into the Jinyiwei Yamen. Yesterday, when he took off his official robe, a place had been made here for him. Originally, there were only two colleagues in Jinyiwei, and he was the third one. It was considered a special case. It was not the rule. It was common.
The place was all occupied, so his place was arranged in a relatively remote place, and it was improvised, so it was somewhat crude, but Chang Xiao didn't care about this.
It looks shabby from the outside, but after walking into my future office, it is really shabby, with everything that should be there and nothing that shouldn't be there.
If not counting being in the army, Chang Xiao could be considered as an official for the first time. It was full of freshness. It was still early, so he walked around the courtyard, waiting, and thinking about how to burn the three fires of his new official appointment.
Little did we know that we had to wait from 7 o'clock to 11 o'clock, and the entire Jinyiwei Yamen was still empty. There was not a single ghost.
Chang Xiao couldn't hold himself any longer, and his heart swelled from being persecuted. He wondered if these thugs were going to give him a blow, so he came to the concierge again and waved to the old man.