Tianqi Tomb, as the name suggests, is a cemetery dedicated to the lavish burial of the high priests of the Tianqi Sect who devoutly believed in Shinto.
At this moment, at the Tianqi Gate, the pinnacle of the three major powers in the imperial capital, the most majestic and heavily defended Tianqi Tomb, an old man wearing purple, gold and broken jade attire held the hilt of a sword at his waist with his left hand and walked.
In front of the various tombstones in the main hall, you feel as if you are walking in your own back garden and enjoy the scenery, feeling leisurely and elegant.
The old man is none other than Pingjiang Hou Zhuxi. At this moment, he is looking up at a tomb in front of him, carefully reading the glorious deeds of this unknown high priest.
After wandering around for a while, until the door outside opened slightly, Zhu Xi cheered up and smiled.
"You are finally here, High Priest, but you kept me waiting. If it had been a little later, you, the sages of Tianqimen, would have memorized it all by heart!"
The skinny old high priest looked at Zhu Xi with a gloomy face and said, "Being able to know the sages of Tianqi Clan is your blessing, Zhu Xi has been practicing for hundreds of years, and it is a gift to you!"
Zhu Xi laughed and looked at him mockingly: "High Priest, High Priest, you have been messing around with the court and civilians all day long, how come you got yourself involved!"
"This is the Tianqi Tomb, the most heavily guarded place in your Tianqi Sect. Even if your disciples can't come in without your order, why are you pretending?"
"You've been bragging about your belief in an illusory god, Shinto, and making up all kinds of comments all day long. You've been acting for most of your life. Are you... tired?"
The high priest could no longer control himself. Zhu Xi's words seemed to have pierced his heart, tearing open all the masks. His pale skinned cheeks trembled slightly.
The high priest suddenly shouted, "That's enough!"
"Zhu Xi, if it weren't for you, a treacherous minister and traitor, our Tianqi Sect would still be Tianqi Sect, and the Shinto would still be Suchuan's Shinto."
Zhu Xi sneered: "You're still pretending. What's fake is fake. Even without me Zhu Xi and Marquis Pingjiang, there would still be Marquis Zuo Jiang and Marquis You Jiang to expose all this!"
"Besides, I don't believe that an old guy like you, who has been operating in Zhaodu for so many years and has been the emperor for two dynasties, can't find any clues!"
"You are still talking to me about righteousness, thief, you are just deceiving yourself and others!"
"You are just deceiving your own heart. The sages of Tianqi Clan are just a group of bridgeheads who follow the wind. Cowardice is cowardice, and you say it so noblely!"
The mocking words made the high priest seem to think of something from the past, and he glared at Zhu Xi so fiercely that he even wanted to pull out the bright yellow candle at any time and throw it at Zhu Xi's face.
Zhu Xi didn't show any fear at all, he even put down the hand that had been holding the sword at his waist, waiting for the gray-haired old man to make a move, and even showed a trace of expectation on his face.
Finally, after a long time, the high priest calmed down some of his emotions, loosened his clenched fists, looked directly at Zhu Xi and said.
"I'm just reminding you that no matter what you want, I don't want what happened seventeen years ago to happen again. Otherwise, don't blame me, Tianqi Clan, for being rude to you!"
Zhuxi looked at the high priest and shook his head slightly, "That thing will never happen again. Who is willing to kill his own subjects if it is not necessary? Whether it is to raise an army to attack other princes, or to expand my fiefdom.
Supply is a good choice.”
"But there is no way. If not, how can we create the final God Lord without experiencing countless failures?"
The high priest's face moved slightly and he asked: "Is it you who lights the Bisheng Pillar this time, or is it the 'God Lord'?"
Zhu Xi looked at him with a smile and asked, "Are you still talking to me about the Divine Lord?"
The high priest was silent for a while, then acquiesced: "Monster!"
Zhu Xi nodded with a smile and continued: "I spent my whole life and killed tens of thousands of my subjects before I managed to gather a little strength, but where is that girl?"
"Once she was born and once she became an adult, she lit up the Bisheng Pillar with just a touch. The facts once again proved to us that this monster has returned."
"It's a pity that Suchuan does not welcome Shenzong's power!"
The high priest asked: "Then what do you want to do?"
"I've come here, isn't it clear enough? Why do you guys who worship Shinto every day always like to deceive yourself and others? Well, let me just make it clearer!" Zhu Xi smiled sarcastically, and then waved his hands slightly.
Put it down, pull out the sword from your waist, and lay it in front of the high priest.
"It is said that this sword was forged by Huotu, the ancestor of the Fireweavers for 500 years, who gathered the most precious exotic stones from Suchuan, and then presented it to Shenzong for use. Shenzong used it to break open the door of the royal family and massacred the entire royal family.
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"Then Shenzong took this sword to destroy hundreds of generations in the east, and the northern wolf tribe was directly wiped out because of it. It drank the blood of countless strong men!"
Zhu Xi held the sword, a trace of madness gradually appeared on his face, hehehe said with a sly smile: "Back then, Shenzong could use this sword to take over the Yuan family, so why can't I?
It's just a re-evolution of history.
If Shenzong can manage the Suchuan royal family, I, the Marquis of Pingjiang, can naturally do the same!"
The bright candles in the temple seemed to be affected by the natural evil energy emitted from the inside out by the candle rhinoceros. They all tilted downwards, were erratic, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.
After a while, Zhu Xi calmed down, sheathed the sword in his hand again, and then looked at the high priest waiting for an answer.
He gave him the reason and looked at the sword that can kill people. The high priest should also give him a clear answer.
Although I know that the high priest is a wallflower, this kind of wallflower may fall out at any time if he doesn't bow his head completely. After all, it's just like what Zhu Xi learned about five hundred years ago.
When the royal city is destroyed and the royal family dies, these high priests who believe in Shinto are often the first to come out to endorse the new king.
But in this world, everyone from beggars to princes has this kind of divine way engraved in their bones. They really cannot be left out, at least not at the beginning.
It's just a pity that Shenzong couldn't kill these priests before dying!
The high priest looked at Zhu Xi's sword and calmed down slightly. After being silent for a while, he asked: "This sword inherits the will of Shenzong?"
Zhu Xi nodded and shook his head and said: "When I found this sword, it was just a dead piece of scrap metal!"
"But don't worry, I did that accident in seventeen years not only to study the Divine Lord, but also to unseal this sword! You can't even imagine how many monsters I killed with this sword!"
"At this moment, it can definitely be used against that girl!"
"Even though she may have the power of the Divine Sect for five hundred years in the future, at least for now, that girl can only be our nourishment!"
The high priest said nothing, looked at Zhu Xi's eyes that were so menacing, and sighed slightly.
After a moment of silence, he walked through the monuments in the hall, passing the names filled with the deeds of his predecessors, and finally walked to the top and stopped in front of the black monument.
The age of the contemporary high priest recorded above is already five hundred years ago, and there is a slight crack on the body of the stele.
Zhuxi looked at the high priest, "Is this from Shenzong?"
The high priest nodded.
Zhu Xi added: "As king, I will restore all the honor of Tianqi Clan!"
The high priest turned around and looked at Zhu Xi: "I don't care what bullshit honor you get, I just want the descendants of Tianqi Clan to have the opportunity to follow their own path!"
"In the past, the Tianqi Gate might have been like weeds blowing in the wind. Wherever it was strong, it was facing that way."
"The Tianqi Sect has been passed down for a long time now, and it is difficult for me to change this custom!"
"But I know you are doomed to fail, so I am willing to make a bet with you. If you die, the Tianqi Sect will be destroyed by you, and the Shinto will be rekindled one day. That will be the new Tianqi Way! The way to worship the gods!"
Zhu Xi was speechless, looking at the high priest Kang who was so excited that he seemed to be doing a great thing and chose to die as a martyr. He deliberately wanted to pull out his sword and stab two bloody skulls into the old guy's chest and let him lie on the ground.
The dying man seeks to disturb the people.
Instead of just nagging about it, doing something bad and still being so sanctimonious.
Unfortunately, thinking that he had to rely on the high priest in Zhaodu at this moment, Zhu Xi held his breath, restrained this impulse very well, and instead laughed heartily.
"Attract victory for the high priest!"
"Celebrate the prosperity of Shinto for thousands of years!"
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When the high priest Ping Jianghou Zhuxi conspired to conquer the capital,
At the same time, on the other side of the Suchuan land, in Pingting City, Zhu Xi's lair, the fiefdom capital, and in the dead of night, inside the house, there was a plaque that read Wei Sheng's family.
Wei Shengyan was also watching the celestial image, as if he wanted to see the result of his gamble from the ethereal night.
Before the end of the court, the night was getting darker and the evening breeze was slightly cooler. The corridors were already lined with bright yellow incandescent lanterns, lighting up the entire Weisheng family mansion.
It's not like daylight, but it looks extremely beautiful and quiet.
The old housekeeper was wearing extremely warm warm clothes and holding a piece of clothing that matched the size of the master of the house in his hand and walked slowly over, "Master of the house, it's late at night, it's time to rest."
"Oh, I see."
Staring at the starry sky, the middle-aged Wei Shengyan nodded but made no intention of moving back to the house. The housekeeper did not dare to disturb him anymore, put the clothes in his hands on the jade table, and waited quietly beside him.
After a while, Wei Shengyan finally came to his senses, sat on the chair next to him, picked up his clothes and put them in front of him, and asked the old housekeeper:
"How is the girl with silver makeup?"
"When I passed by just now, I saw that the lights in the courtyard were out."
"Don't be lazy. I'll tell the lady in the kitchen to get up early and prepare her favorite breakfast."
"Master, you have already said this before coming here." The old housekeeper bowed slightly, with a smile on his face.
It's been a long time since I've seen the owner of the house smiling so easily.
Maybe the girl with silver makeup is really the home owner.
Wei Shengyan was stunned for a moment, smiled, shook his head, and whispered that he was also confused. The housekeeper smiled in agreement.
After a while, Wei Shengyan asked again: "Tell me, how does Miss Yinzhuang feel about me?"
"I don't know, but I know that there is no one in Suchuan who cares more about Miss Yinzhuang than you, the head of the house, so there is no one who is more worthy of Miss Yinzhuang than you." The housekeeper replied honestly.
Wei Shengyan pondered slightly, thinking about what he had done in recent days. The merchants in Pingting had opened their doors for Yinzhuang under his orders, eating, drinking and having fun as they pleased.
Even if she wants to do a good deed, she has to make arrangements in advance to arouse her kindness that radiates from the inside out.
The old bracelets passed down from her family were also given to her, and she put them on her hands and looked at them carefully.
Wei Shengyan nodded slightly, and then thought of something. What the young man said left something in his heart. After a long time, he sighed slightly, not knowing whether to ask himself or the housekeeper.
"Tell me, what if she awakens the power of Yin and all of this is staged?"
The old housekeeper was slightly surprised when he saw his master's thoughtful expression, then he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Master, you once said that the world of adults is nothing more than an exchange of interests."
"You and the emperor of Zhaodu are like this. How come you have now seen your true intentions?"
Wei Shengyan patted the table, seeming a little downcast, unable to understand his helpless state of mind, and shook his head for a while: "Old man, this is different,"
"The imperial edicts are life and death. No matter how much I invest, it's just a random attempt and a gamble. When I give it out, I am prepared to lose."
"But women and relationships are not as thorough as business. I have no control over winning or losing."
Hearing this, the old housekeeper looked at the lantern in his hand, as if he wanted to find his past in the bright yellow light in his hand. After a while, he looked up at Wei Shengyan's inquiring and concerned eyes and said.
"Master, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still haven't figured out what love looks like. I really have no way to explain it to you."
There was a trace of apology on the old housekeeper's face, and then he continued: "But I see that although the master of the house has not smiled much in recent days, he has smiles that he has never had before. It seems to come from your own heart, so I still feel
Ah, this shouldn't be a bad thing."
"You often say that you should trust your intuition. Your intuition is just making you laugh."
The old man's soft words were particularly charming in the dead of night, and seemed to give people a shot in the arm.
Wei Shengyan laughed heartily, scolding the old man for thanking Hu Nongren, and picked out the good news for himself.
The old housekeeper pursed his lips and smiled. He didn't speak again until the master calmed down.
"Master, Pingjiang Marquis has sent a message to you about walking around with monsters. Do we want to continue doing it?"
“Of course I’m going to do it!”
Wei Shengyan stood up, took off his warm clothes and walked towards his room, "I have already given him the gambling money I gave you, but I am always the marquis's person, and I will not rebel. How can I do what he ordered?"
What if you don’t do it?”
The figure on the pavilion walkway gradually faded away, and the middle-aged man's voice was full of indifference: "Who is the king? What kind of things are we doing in charge of Suchuan? Can you still expect those high-ranking beings to show mercy to Leng Leng?
Are you and I like humble crawling insects on the ground?"
"This world and dynasties are just reincarnations again and again. Those big shots always look down on us ants. If they are trampled to death, they will be trampled to death."
"So, we have to live for ourselves!"
The housekeeper packed up the jade plates, wine bottles and other utensils left on the table. Hearing the voice of the owner of the house, it had been long gone. The table was neat and clean without a trace of water, and the woven lamps gradually went out.
"There are many big people in this world, but there are even more ants, so our life is too painful, especially in the city of Pingting."