Chapter 43: Mobilizing the Wind and Helping the Fire
There is a beautiful place at the southern foot of Mang Mountain, called Lianhua Slope, with towering ancient trees, gurgling rivers, and very convenient transportation. It is the private garden of King Qi within a radius of dozens of miles.
A new Taoist temple was built next to the river at the front of the foothills. It covers an area of about ten acres, has hundreds of pavilions and halls, and has cornices and beams. The palace is splendid. This is the Song Temple built by the King of Qi for the old Taoist Pan Dan at a cost of millions of dollars.
Yangbie Palace is also Pan Dan's hometown in the capital. There live more than a hundred disciples he brought from Songyang Palace.
At noon that day, a cavalry team of about 500 people came at lightning speed, rushed across the small bridge, and rushed to the Taoist temple. The momentum of the 500 cavalry was so frightening that the Taoist priest guarding the gate turned around and ran away.
"destroy!"
The first captain was Yang Qilang. He gave an order, and five hundred cavalry began to break down the wall, rushed into the Taoist temple and smashed the utensils. The Taoist temple was presided over by Pan Dan's third apprentice, Zha Chenzi. He saw the two-foot-high incense burner in front of the main hall.
He was pushed down by the soldiers, his eyes were red, and he rushed up and shouted: "Who are you, dare to destroy Pan Shangxian's temple?"
Yang Qilang sneered and said loudly: "Pan Dan's evil words confuse the public and poison good people. I have been specially ordered by Yang Shifeng to destroy the nest."
Zhachenzi was startled, "Yang Yuanqing!"
"Of course!"
Yang Qilang ordered: "Drive everyone out and burn this demon cave with fire!"
The five hundred cavalrymen were so fierce that they beat a group of Taoist priests until they screamed and stumbled away.
At this time, the soldiers brought out a group of crying young women. A soldier came forward and reported, "For the captain, I found this in the backyard, and there are a lot of gold and silver jewelry in the cellar!"
Dozens of soldiers carried out more than a dozen large wooden boxes. The boxes were full of gold, silver and jewelry. When Zha Chenzi saw them at the gate, they were his master's savings for decades. He screamed, rushed forward, and lay down.
He cried loudly on the box, "This is my master's thing, please beat me to death!"
Several soldiers whipped their heads and faces, dragged the dust collector out of the Taoist temple, and threw him out. Yang Qilang sneered, pointed the whip at a dozen women, and said, "Send these women to the government."
"What to do with these treasures?"
"Take it back to the general!"
Half an hour later, the search of the Taoist temple was completed, and all the Taoist priests were driven out. The Taoist temple was piled with dry firewood inside and outside, and the soldiers began to set fire on all sides. In a moment, a magnificent Taoist temple was engulfed in raging fire, and five hundred cavalrymen were killed.
As they left, all the Taoist priests knelt down and cried loudly. Zhachenzi wiped away his tears and shouted: "Junior brothers, follow me to find the master. Let the master take revenge for the blood feud!"
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At dusk, more than a hundred Taoist priests arrived at Prince Qi's Mansion and fell to the ground crying together, attracting the attention of countless passers-by. It was rare for so many Taoist priests to kneel on the ground and cry together. The soldiers surrounding Prince Qi's Mansion
He did not stop them and watched these Taoist priests from a distance.
After a moment, Pan Dan heard the news and ordered his disciples to carry him out, and King Yang Jian of Qi also followed him out. Pan Dan saw that his disciples and disciples were all beaten with bruises and swollen faces, and were in a miserable state. He was frightened in his heart and asked urgently: "
What happened?"
Zhachenzi knelt in front of his master and cried loudly, "Master, Yang Yuanqing sent soldiers to destroy the other palaces and burn them all with a fire!"
Pan Dan was stunned with shock. After a while, he widened his eyes and shouted, "Where are the dozen boxes of magical weapons that I have taught me?"
"Master, all the magical weapons were taken away by Yang Yuanqing!"
Pan Dan screamed "Ouch!" and fainted. Hundreds of Taoist priests were frightened and rushed towards him shouting: "Master! Master!"
King Qi Yang Jian probably already understood something. The palace he gave to the Immortal was destroyed by Yang Yuanqing. It was his fiefdom. Yang Jian was as green as a stick. His fists were clenched until his knuckles turned white. Yang Yuanqing, you are simply too much.
A portion!
Pan Dan slowly woke up. He thought that the wealth he had saved for fifty years was snatched away by his enemies. He felt so sad that he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Yang Jian sighed and stepped forward to persuade: "Sir, don't be sad. The Taoist temple is destroyed. I will build another one for you."
"Your Highness! The magic weapon that Pindao has been practicing for three hundred years, which depends entirely on his ascension to immortality, has been snatched away by Yang Yuanqing. How can Pindao ascend to immortality?"
Pan Dan was in so much pain that he wanted to cut Yang Yuanqing into pieces with a thousand knives. Yang Jian also said in anger: "What is the use of his magic weapon? I will personally ask him to come back!"
Pan Dan was startled, this was not possible, and he hurriedly said: "Your Highness's good intention, I understand it, but those magic weapons are under a forbidden curse, Your Highness must not interfere, it will harm Your Highness, I have my own way,"
I just need to practice a little bit."
Yang Jian was convinced of Pan Dan's words. He had no doubts at all, so he nodded and said: "My palace occupies a vast area. Let the fellow Taoists temporarily live in Dongkuayuan. I will send people to rebuild the Taoist temple on another day!"
Pan Dan was extremely grateful, but felt sad and worried at the same time, so he had no choice but to take his disciples and grandchildren to the mansion to slowly discuss countermeasures.
Yang Jian glanced at the sergeants guarding his residence. He snorted in his heart and turned back to his residence. At this moment, a guard beside him said: "Your Highness, Cui Shaoyin is here!"
When Yang Jian turned around, he saw Jingzhao Shaoyin Cui Bosu walking in a hurry, followed by several government servants. Yang Jian's face sank, what was he doing here?
Although Cui Bosu did not dare to come to King Qi, he knew in his heart that the extent to which his official position could be preserved depended on his performance during this period. Even though some things would offend King Qi, he had to do them.
Cui Bosu stepped forward and saluted, "In this humble position, I see His Highness the King of Qi!"
Yang Xun, who is now Jing Zhaoyin and is Cui Bosu's immediate boss, said coldly: "If you don't help Yang Yuanqing to make meritorious service and atone for his sins, why are you here with me?"
"I am here to meet His Highness for official business. There are two things that require Your Highness's cooperation."
"What's the matter!" Yang Jian said impatiently.
Cui Bosu was a little timid, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "The first thing is that a corpse was found on the official road in the south of the city. Someone reported it to the official. The fish sign on the body was Huangfu Xu, the magistrate of Yique County. He was beaten to death.
, I found out that in the morning, someone saw Huangfu Xu being carried out from Prince Qi's palace, covered in blood, so I wanted to ask..."
Cui Bosu didn't dare to say any more, and Yang Jian sneered, "He is dead. A person who betrays his master is dead. Cui Shaoyin, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't ask too much. What else is there?"
Cui Bosu sighed. Huangfu Xu was chewed to pieces by wild dogs. He was so miserable that he could only find out his identity by looking at the fish tag on his body. He suspected that it was Yang Jin who had killed him. From Yang Jin's tone, it was indeed him. Huangfu Xu
After all, he is the county magistrate, so this matter is difficult to handle and must be reported to the Ministry of Personnel.
In fact, Cui Bosu was also a little skeptical. After all, there were Yang Yuanqing's soldiers outside Prince Qi's palace. How could Yang Yuanqing not know, and how could he let Huangfu Xu die suddenly? He had some doubts that the deceased was not Huangfu Xu, but he had no evidence, and more importantly,
He didn't want to offend Yang Yuanqing, he just needed an excuse. Now that King Qi was willing to admit it, he could explain it to the officials.
Cui Bosu didn't ask any more questions about this matter. He bowed and said: "The second thing is that more than a dozen people from Luoyang came to the government to file a complaint, accusing the Taoist priest Pan Dan of raping civilian girls and imprisoning them in a Taoist temple for sexual humiliation. And this monster Dao Pan was born in His Highness's palace. I hope His Highness will hand him over to the ministers so that His Highness will not let his reputation be affected."
Yang Jian became furious and slapped Cui Bosu hard on the face with a 'Pah!' sound.
"You're blind, get out!"
With a livid face, he turned around and went back to the house. The guards laughed sarcastically and followed King Qi back to the house. The door slammed shut. Cui Bosu's face swelled into the color of liver. He covered his face and stood in front of Prince Qi's house in a daze. He was dreaming. He never thought that King Qi would insult him like this.
'A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!'
A deep shame ignited in his heart. He was a descendant of the Cui family in Qinghe. He would rather lose this humble position than to protect his own dignity. Cui Bosu turned around and left angrily.
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Cui Bosu returned to the yamen, closed the door, locked himself in the room, spread out the memorial, and angrily wrote: "Cui Bosu, the Shaoyin of Jingzhao, bows to His Majesty the Emperor. I have something to do with the King of Qi. I am very frightened. However, I am afraid." I don't dare to hide my wealth from you because I have Pan Dan, the demon of Songyang Palace..."
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Yang Jian was doted on by his mother since he was a child, and he was the beloved son of his father. Coupled with his noble status, he had long developed a arrogant character. In his eyes, these officials were just dogs raised by his father. He was happy and rewarded him. He could just kill him with a knife if he made him angry, but he gave Cui Bosu a slap in the face, and he didn't take it to heart at all.
It was the Immortal's sadness that worried him. When he returned home, he quickly walked to the Taoist temple in the backyard. In the courtyard of the Taoist temple stood several of Pan Dan's disciples, looking at the closed door with worried faces. They were worried in their hearts. At the extreme point, the wealth accumulated for most of his life was taken away. Can Master be able to withstand this blow?
Yang Jian walked in, and several Taoist priests quickly saluted, "See you, Your Highness!"
Yang Jian waved his hand and pointed to the door, "How about the Immortal?"
Qingfeng's eyes turned and said: "Master is using magic to transfer the Tao power on the magic weapon. Master has devoted half his life's cultivation to the magic weapon. He must transfer it back as soon as possible, but he cannot take it all back. At least sixty years of cultivation will have to be broken. It’s so regrettable!”
Yang Jian nodded. It was indeed a pity to lose sixty years of cultivation. He also sighed.
"Is His Highness outside?" Pan Dan's voice came from the room.
"It's my disciple, the Immortal is fine!"
Qingfeng's heart tightened and she quickly said: "Master is fine. I'll go and help Master collect his power first."
He opened the door and walked in quickly, "Master, this is my disciple!"
After a while, I heard Pan Dan sigh, "Hey! Fifty-eight years of cultivation! What a pity. Your Highness, please come in!"
Yang Jian slowly walked into the room and saw Pan Dan sitting on the soft couch with a sluggish expression and a haggard complexion, as if he had just performed a great meritorious deed and had greatly depleted his spiritual energy.
He quickly knelt down and said, "Disciple, please see the Supreme Immortal."
Pan Dan squinted his eyes, with terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He glanced at Yang Jian quickly and said calmly: "I just took back the cultivation level on the magic weapon, and accidentally discovered that Yang Yuanqing has a murderous intent, a heavy wooden nature, and a vague sense of evil. The spirit of the emperor has completely overwhelmed His Highness. If Your Highness does not break it with gold and stone, His Majesty will return to the capital and it will be His Highness's last day. If His Highness listens to my words, there will at least be a glimmer of hope. If His Highness is unwilling to listen, I will take my leave. Go travel around the world and find the way to become an immortal!"
Yang Xian thought that his father was about to return to the capital, and he was completely helpless at this time. He was so surprised that he kowtowed, "My disciple is willing to listen to the words of the Immortal. Please express it clearly!"
Pan Dan gritted his teeth and said: "The only way to break Yang Yuanqing's woodiness is with a golden sword. Your Highness can send a man with strong martial arts skills to cut off his male head and give it to me. I will use Taoism to completely break his woodiness and save your Highness's life."