A group of people came down from the vast snow mountain, and they saw the grassland. Their bodies are as white as the snow-capped mountains, and the thick sheep felt has been carefully processed to wrap them tightly, only revealing two deep eye sockets.Their hands, feet, and all their skin are hidden in this white felt, and the snow mountain is like their souls, which must be so tightly wrapped to avoid the melting of the sun. They crawled down, knelt down on the ground, and then slowly fell down until the whole body was attached to the ground, kissing the ground deeply through the thick sheep felt, then stood up slowly, took a step forward, and once again Prostrate, kneel down.

This represents their supreme devotion to the gods, and their every movement is meticulous, as if they are casting this journey with their lives.They don't care how far they can go or how long the journey will last, because they firmly believe that their piety will make the gods be with them. There were not many of them, but they brought more than thirty horses.Those horses didn't take the reins, but they didn't run wildly, they followed them quietly, and the luan bell rang softly, like the lightest wind in the world. The horse's back was full of huge packages, with bright coral and golden wine vessels exposed from the damaged corners, but the passers-by didn't seem worried, and their sunken eye sockets never glanced at these packages.

This is the border between Qinghai and Tibet, and there are many horse thieves.The horses are in chaos, the soldiers are famine, and the world is famine.But what was strange was that gangs of horse thieves passed by them. They had absolutely no intention of robbing. Not only did they not rob, but they dismounted one after another, prostrated themselves on the ground, and kissed the soil.After standing up, they didn't mount their horses, but put their dry food on the side of the road.If the pedestrians picked up some and ate them, the horse thieves would be overjoyed, and they would happily ride away with singing songs.

The pedestrians didn't bring any dry food. The horse thieves took out dry food and put it on the side of the road.Sometimes the Gobi is deserted, and they don't get a drop of water for two or three days, but they don't care.Their lives are wasted in this non-stop kneeling, crawling, and walking. That's all there is to them. Central Plains. The Central Plains couldn't imagine this kind of piety. When they walked through towns, villages, and cottages, they would always attract a large crowd of people watching, and they would not be moved.Whether the world is complicated or lonely, they don't care, because they firmly believe that there is only one thing that will never change, and that is piety.

Central Plains. The Central Plains couldn't imagine so many treasures, so the big thieves and the small thieves came together, robbed them openly and secretly, and robbed them of the gold, jewels and silver treasures they carried.They never stopped them, even when the thieves slashed with knives and swung their fists, they would never resist and parry.Their life is kneeling, crawling, walking, and nothing else. But no matter how many times this treasure has been robbed, when the sun shines again at dawn, the packages on their horses will be full again, and the thieves who robbed will definitely fall ill and die for no reason.So they walked all the way, and finally knelt down in front of the Nine Heavens Tower, never standing up again.

They knelt down outside the gate of the Forbidden City. Central Plains. The Central Plains couldn't imagine such a dirty and barbaric situation, so the palace guards came here to drive them away.They respectfully presented a piece of yellow silk in front of them: "Hindu kings and ministers respectfully wish the great son of China, long live, long live, long live, long live." The faces of those guards immediately changed, because Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty was the most congratulatory, and foreign envoys came to the pilgrimage.At the time when Emperor Jiajing was serving as a courtier, a few guards immediately reported the crap inside.

Sure enough, Jiajing was overjoyed and ordered to welcome him in.This group of people still kowtowed step by step, and it took more than an hour to walk from the Meridian Gate to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.Unusual, Emperor Jiajing waited patiently. He put aside the memorials of the direct ministers and the flattery of the treacherous ministers. He stared at the gate of the palace with great interest, and a rare expectation arose in his heart. Because the national teacher Wu Qingfeng told him that this is the most pious and sacred etiquette in India, and it will only be used when going on a pilgrimage to Mount Kailash. ——Do these aliens regard me as a god?Emperor Jiajing moved his already sore waist, thinking triumphantly.He was very satisfied, of course, if the imperial bed covered with seven layers of dragon brocade didn't hurt his waist last night, it would be perfect.

Wu Qingfeng stared at these people coldly, and he also stared at the gold and silver treasures brought by these people. The jewels illuminated the entire hall. It was a work of art full of exotic styles. It was hand-carved by the best craftsmen in India. It was exhausted, and the blood washed these jewels so crystal clear and delicate.Each piece is a priceless treasure, and even Emperor Jiajing couldn't help showing admiration. Wu Qingfeng said indifferently: "My king is rich in the world, and he treats gold and silver like dung, but in my vast country of China, what kind of treasures are there? How can I look at you humble things?"

Emperor Jiajing coughed, took advantage of the opportunity to withdraw his greedy gaze, and narrowed his eyes: "Under the whole world, could it be the king's land, I am pure and love the people, such things as jewelry are indeed not in my eyes." The envoys knelt down in fear and fear, and said, "I have also brought a treasure." As he spoke, he untied the sheep felt that had been sealed for a long time. From India to the capital, it is more than a thousand miles away, and they walked here step by step, and it took more than a year.This year, the sheep blankets on them have never been untied.At this time, the belt was widened, and a strong stench came out immediately.The man didn't stop moving, and in a moment, his upper body was completely exposed.The person behind him knelt down, came forward, kowtowed and said: "The emperor asks Rong Xiaochen to present the treasure."

He stretched out his hand suddenly, stabbing into the chest of the previous man abruptly, and pulled out a package the size of a fist.Blood splashed out, but the man did not fall to the ground, but still stood under the imperial steps in a daze. Emperor Jiajing couldn't help being shocked when he saw such a tragic event. Wu Qingfeng said angrily: "The wild people are so bold!" With a wave of his hand, he was waiting for the guards to catch them and kill them immediately. The man opened the package devoutly, and suddenly, the palace was filled with a strange fragrance.Emperor Jiajing shrugged involuntarily and almost stood up.

The fragrance was so pleasant, Jiajing's body, which had been indulged in sex for a long time, was extremely heavy and heavy, but after being infiltrated by this fragrance, he felt refreshed, he couldn't help but feel very surprised, he waved his hands and said, "Let them continue talking." The envoy said in a loud voice: "The Indian King Motier wished the Ming Emperor a long life and a long life, and the ministers and others presented a magic weapon of the great god Shiva. From generation to generation, they will always be the ministers of the Central Plains." Great God Shiva?Emperor Jiajing turned his questioning gaze to Wu Qingfeng.Wu Qingfeng said in a low voice: "Shiva is the highest god in India. They presented Shiva's magic weapon and worshiped the emperor as a god. That's why they came from India step by step." Emperor Jiajing nodded in satisfaction, and motioned to the guards to bring up the magical artifact. When he looked carefully, he saw that the magical artifact was dark and seemed to be carved from wood. The whole body is reduced to the marrow, and it is extremely comfortable.Emperor Jiajing only felt strong and healthy, and he couldn't help but feel very happy, saying: "I am very happy when you come from afar. Each person will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold, and go to the House of Internal Affairs to get it." Wu Qingfeng came out of the class and said: "Long live my emperor, these envoys are wild people, they don't know my Ming etiquette, and I am afraid they will make people laugh, so I implore my emperor to let them stay in the minister's mansion, and come back sooner or later after teaching them Hajj." Emperor Jiajing nodded and said: "What Aiqing said is very true, so I will play it." Holding the magic weapon, he felt that his body was lifelike and floating, and he just wanted to show it to Wang Guiren quickly, so he didn't care What did others say?And he has always favored Wu Qingfeng, so of course he obeyed. Wu Qingfeng stared at the envoys coldly, with expressions of disdain on his face. The officials expected that Wu Qingfeng couldn't get used to these envoys. After they settled down in Wu's mansion, these envoys might suffer. The lights of the National Teacher’s Mansion are always turned off relatively early. Wu Qingfeng needs to be clean when practicing, and he has no family. Therefore, there is only one gardener and one gatekeeper in the huge National Teacher’s Mansion. Both of them are very old. I went to bed early, and I couldn't wake up even if I was struck by thunder. The National Teacher's Mansion was completely dark, but there was a faint candlelight in the hall in the middle, and the candlelight was not red, nor yellow, but blue. Wu Qingfeng stood in the middle of the hall, and the Indian envoys lined up opposite him, all of them silent.Suddenly, Wu Qingfeng swung his hands rapidly, forming a series of handprints.The hands of the envoys also moved together, forming fingerprints exactly like his.As they knotted, they muttered something in their mouths, and then they knelt down slowly, prostrating their whole bodies on the ground, turning their hands behind their heads and still making seals rapidly.There was nothing paved in the hall of the Wu Mansion, their faces were sunk deep into the mud, they were choking their breath, and they didn't even care.But for a moment, the body that lost its breath trembled involuntarily.But they buried their faces deeper into the mud, the more violent their bodies trembled, the stronger their strength, as if they wanted to suffocate themselves to death.It wasn't until their bodies couldn't bear the suffocation any more that they hit the ground with their knotted hands, bounced themselves up, and then began to gasp for breath, looking like they were dying. Wu Qingfeng also almost collapsed, but his hands were still quickly sealed, and he shouted: "Mie Jiesheng, the devil's majesty." After all this was done, he fell to the ground and asked in a weak voice: "Everyone! Fellow Daoists, after this rebirth ceremony, have you been able to better understand the preciousness of life and the gift of the Great God to us?" But those envoys were lying on the ground silently, not saying a word.Wu Qingfeng said: "When I left Mount Kailash many years ago and vowed to spread the teachings of my religion to every corner of the Central Plains, I once said that if the religion is about to perish, you can bring the secret treasure of the religion, Tianwu Baolun Come to the Central Plains to find me. Could it be that our religion is really in trouble?" The envoy choked with sobs and shouted: "My lord is defeated!" Wu Qingfeng yelled, jumped up, and said sharply: "The leader is the reincarnation of Shiva, how could he lose!" The envoy prostrated himself on the ground, pounding his head on the ground hard, and choked up, telling how Zhuo Wangsun killed Shanggang Rinpoche Peak, how he defeated Dijia, how Dijia gave up Leshenglun Palace, and went to wandering asceticism in unknown places. Wu Qingfeng was stunned, his face instantly turned ashen.For more than 20 years, he firmly believes that Diga is the reincarnation of Shiva. Under his guidance, the teachings of mandala will spread everywhere the sun shines, and people all over the world will believe in the religion and become God's people who are equal will no longer be oppressed, hunger and suffering.For twenty years, he has been working hard for this wish. If it wasn't for gathering strength, he really wouldn't want to stay by Emperor Jiajing's side.The thought of this fat, stupid sphere made him want to spit it out immediately. There was a flash of inspiration in his head, he grabbed the envoy with all his strength, and said loudly: "You said that Zhuo Wangsun looks exactly like the leader?" His eyes shot out fiery ecstasy, and the envoy was stunned for a while, not knowing why he asked such a question , just nodded mechanically.Wu Qingfeng threw him away violently, and laughed wildly: "You don't know, our great god is not dead! He just chose his own body!" His face was radiant, and his whole body trembled with excitement: "Do you know that when Lord Shiva came down to the mortal world, he accidentally turned into two clones, and only by killing the other clone can he become a real god. When is the time when I teach the brightest!" He said word by word: "Zhuo Wangsun is the one finally chosen by Lord Shiva!" Infected by him, the envoys became excited and cheered, "What should we do? We want to welcome the Great God back to India!" Wu Qingfeng's excitement quickly cooled down, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, I have accumulated enough power in the Central Plains, plus the power of the Great God himself, the Central Plains will be the paradise for the Great God to return, but we We must first find the Great God!" His smile turned mysterious: "Huayin Pavilion... the forbidden and holy place in the rivers and lakes, how will I enter and welcome our Great God back?" Slowly, his smile rippled and turned into a burst of joyful laughter, which resounded throughout the empty and dim Guoshi Mansion. wind and rain. Emperor Jiajing always felt that going to court was a very annoying thing, because he was too fat, even if he was carried in a nine-dragon sedan chair, with seventeen or eighteen young eunuchs mixed in, it was still a very tiring thing to walk from the harem to the Hall of Supreme Harmony .He really wanted to reform and move the court to the harem, so he wouldn't have to worry about walking around.But he knew that his ministers would definitely not agree, especially the two old men Zhang Juzheng and Yang Jisheng. Especially Yang Jisheng, he really didn't expect that a man in his fifties could be so stubborn. If Yang Jisheng hadn't surrendered I Dahan in the battle outside the Great Wall last year (see "The Shocking Deer on the Frontier"), Jiajing would have killed Yang Jisheng. As fast as you want. But now, he still has to come to the Hall of Supreme Harmony early in the morning to listen to these flattery words and nonsense about the people's livelihood of his family that he really doesn't want to hear.Jiajing clearly knew that longevity, integrity and intelligence were all nonsense. Looking at the expressions of these courtiers, one could tell that they definitely didn't think so in their hearts.Maybe they were calling him a fool.While thinking about it, Jiajing struggled to move his body which could barely fit into the dragon chair.Although this movement is simple, it often consumes more than half of Jiajing's strength.But today, he was able to move three times in a row, and finally sat comfortably in this ice-hard dragon chair. It was unimaginable before that such complex movements could be performed so easily.Is it because of this thing?Jiajing looked at the black wheel-shaped object clutched in his right hand.This is a magic weapon presented by the Indian envoy yesterday. Could it be that it is really a relic of the gods, so that I can live in peace?Thinking of his mission of benevolence and harmony reaching as far as India, Jiajing felt sincerely satisfied, and his dissatisfaction subsided a little. Among the officials, only Wu Qingfeng looked pleasing to the eye, because he always had some interesting ideas.He came out of work again, not knowing what to say.Did you go to Xiannongtan for astrology?Jiajing thinks it's good to go out of the palace occasionally to see the scenery outside, especially now, he almost feels that he has become a fierce general in ancient times, with extraordinary force. what... what?He actually wants to give this magic weapon away?Emperor Jiajing was startled, and couldn't help waking up from his wild thoughts. He heard Wu Qingfeng play loudly: "Last night, I watched the stars at night and saw the star rising from the southeast and rushing into Ziwei. Your Majesty will live forever. General talent, from then on, he will bring peace to the world, and there will be no more external or internal troubles." A star is born?Emperor Jiajing didn't seem to have reacted yet.The birth of a general star, assisting Mingjun, and bringing peace to the world, these are good things that can only be seen in the stories of Zuo Zhuan and the Three Kingdoms, how could it really happen to me? Wu Qingfeng continued: "The tribute from India this time is a sign that the stars are about to come out. I have already divined the name of this person, and I implore the emperor to accept this person at all costs, so as to strengthen my eternal imperial foundation. Minister Ye Ling God's decree, if this person is to serve his life with all his heart, firstly, he must be married by a princess, and secondly, he must be rewarded with a magic weapon tribute from India. This person is grateful, and he will swear to serve his life, and my emperor will last forever. Long live Long live Long live." Jiajing's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt bored for no reason.What kind of country and people!It's not enough for them to annoy me, they still want to rob my daughter and my treasures!However, what the national teacher Wu Qingfeng said was extremely accurate, and his Taoism was almost perfect, and he didn't seem to be able to lie to himself. Jiajing pondered: "Can we only honor the princess and not give treasures?" Wu Qingfeng paused and said: "Long live my emperor, Princess Shang is to win over his heart, and giving treasures is to strengthen his aspirations. What's more, the four directions are restless now, there are Japanese pirates on the sea, horse thieves in the northwest, and there are many heretics among them. This magic weapon It really contains the supreme ability, and if you use it to suppress the army, all the magic tricks will be useless, and the master of the king can win every battle. Long live the emperor, is there anything in the world that does not belong to the emperor? Why must the emperor keep it By your side? The Holy Son of Heaven is protected by all the spirits, so why should we keep the tribute from the kingdom? If you get a general, the world can have a hundred years of peace, so no king in the past and present can match your Majesty. Your Majesty loves the people The thought of it will also be immortal in the world, and it will be engraved in the hearts of every citizen forever." Jiajing was elated by these words, and said with a smile, "It's still Aiqing who knows the general situation, so I played it with Aiqing. Who is the general of the national teacher?" Wu Qingfeng played: "Your Majesty, do you still remember Zhuo Wangsun who pacified the King of Wuyue, stabilized the country, and repelled the Japanese pirates (details in "Chi Ding Ping Nan")?" Zhuo Wangsun?Jiajing thought hard, nodded and said: "I remember a little bit. He does have the ability to calm the world. I still remember that Wang Duer⑵, when will you bring me to play with me again. Princess... Yongle has gone out for a few days After this time, her heart became wild, and she is not used to staying in the palace for a long time, so let her be sent. The rest of the matter, the national teacher will be in charge." Wu Qingfeng kowtowed and said, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. This was the first step of his plan. The so-called divine decree was nothing but Wu Qingfeng's decree. Yang Jisheng stepped out of the court door slowly.As the sun set in the west, the brilliant light shone on the brilliant tile edge of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, throwing a large area of ​​golden red into his old eyelids, almost dizzying his eyes.Yang Jisheng tried his best to avoid this ray of light, and a moment of loneliness flashed in his eyes. The gold of the rich and the red of the glory may never be with the stubborn him.The emperor respects Taoists and disdains civil and military matters. How does he know that the Ming Dynasty is already in a precarious state?He sighed silently, a shadow flickered in front of his eyes, and suddenly there was another person. When Yang Jisheng raised his head, he saw Wu Qingfeng smiling lightly, cupped his hands and said, "Chao Wenwu, how many people are as respected as Mr. Yang? So I respectfully invite Mr. Yang to be the witness of this big wedding. I hope you will." Yang Jisheng smiled: "The old man is used to idleness, I'm afraid I can't bear the heavy responsibility, I hope the national teacher can hire someone else." Wu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Although there are many Chinese and Chinese soldiers in the court, Master Yang is indeed the only one who can take on this important task." Yang Jisheng asked in surprise: "What does the national teacher mean by this? How can Yang be restrained?" There is some mysterious mystery in Wu Qingfeng's smile: "Master Yang just takes office, the emperor just ordered the poor to be the master of everything, is it possible that Master Yang wants to resist the order and not obey it?" Speaking of resisting the decree, Yang Jisheng was a little panicked: "How dare the old man? Please ask the national teacher to decide everything!" Wu Qingfeng laughed with satisfaction: "After this matter is settled, the poor Taoist will definitely invite the emperor to give Lord Yang a third rank!" This is the second step of his plan. Yang Jisheng is indeed an indispensable pawn in his plan. On the top of Taihang Mountain, Yang Yizhi quietly looked at the rolling clouds and mist below the mountain, his face was a bit lonely, the mountain air crossed his face, he didn't move, he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the clouds and slowly walked towards him. There seemed to be an invisible ladder in the cloud and mist, guiding this person up step by step, and came to the front of Yang Yizhi.Yang Yizhi's eyes didn't move, but he had already noticed that there was only dew on this person's shoes, not even a little dirt.He seemed to be walking on clouds and mist, without any mud at all. His eyes are very bright, he is wearing a crane cloak, his long beard flutters, and he looks like a fairy.His smile is even more amiable: "Mr. Yang." Yang Yizhi nodded.After the battle on Gang Rinpoche Peak, his heart became more calm and peaceful, because he had seen the power of heaven and earth. The man continued: "Wu Qingfeng is here." The light in Yang Yizhi's eyes flickered slightly: "Are you the imperial teacher?" The man said leisurely: "Unexpectedly, League Leader Yang is famous all over the world, and he also knows about Pindao. Pindao came here to ask League Leader Yang for a favor." Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "I have a different path from the national teacher, please ask the national teacher to take it back." Wu Qingfeng smiled: "Of course the lord and the poor have different paths, but what about your father?" Yang Yizhi was startled, and couldn't help standing up: "My father? What did you do to my father?" Wu Qingfeng said: "It's nothing, it's just that the emperor wanted to marry the princess to Zhuo Wangsun, and asked Zhuo Wangsun to come out of the mountain to help, and your father is the officiant." Yang Yizhi's gaze was suddenly sharp, and Wu Qingfeng couldn't help being startled, it seemed that this gaze had penetrated his heart, seeing through everything he planned!This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, and he almost wanted to fight, forcing Yang Yizhi to look away, but fortunately, Yang Yizhi watched and slowly closed his eyes: "Is it your idea?" Wu Qingfeng was shocked again. There were rumors in the world that Yang Yizhi was indecisive, but seeing him today, it was far beyond his imagination!He couldn't help being cautious, and said with a smile: "The Huayin Pavilion is far away from the sky, and it is not in touch with the common people. If there is no introduction, I am afraid that I will not be able to enter it with all my strength. I will ask Leader Yang to introduce it." Yang Yizhi sneered.Princess Shang?A bright red image suddenly flashed in his heart——if Zhuo Wangsun married the princess, what should she do?Will her happiness be destroyed by me?A burst of anger suddenly surged in Yang Yizhi's heart, and he said coldly, "I don't go with the vulgar either." Wu Qingfeng laughed, he laughed very slowly and cautiously: "The emperor has issued an imperial decree, if Zhuo Wangsun does not return the decree to thank the marriage within three days, then all the marriage envoys will be sentenced to death, including your lord. " Yang Yizhi raised his eyebrows: "Is this also your idea?" Wu Qingfeng said with a smile: "I am the national teacher." A wisp of wind swirled, flew past Yang Yizhi's fingers, and then stopped.These were invisible, but for some reason, Wu Qingfeng involuntarily took a step back, almost stumbling and tripping.He looked at Yang Yizhi's fingers in surprise, and a few words pierced into his ears: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right now?" Wu Qingfeng didn't answer, he just leaned down and spread a piece of yellow silk on the rocks in Qu'an. Yang Yizhi had seen it before, it was indeed an imperial decree, and the words written on it were exactly the same as Wu Qingfeng's.At the corner of the yellow silk clothes, there is the seal of today's emperor. Yang Yizhi's complexion changed completely. The pale red figure seemed to emerge from the heavy clouds and stood quietly in front of him.Princess Shang.What about her?Yang Yizhi's heart suddenly became extremely bitter, and the imperial decree of gold and red suddenly turned into a gorgeous and solemn palace, pressing him tightly. The pale red figure was floating in this palace, did she really want to destroy her happiness by herself? Wu Qingfeng looked at him quietly, and said quietly: "I just need you to take me to see Zhuo Wangsun, the rest... has nothing to do with Leader Yang." Yang Yizhi stared deeply at the imperial decree, and slowly, that reddish figure receded, replaced by a pair of desolate and majestic eyes—that was his father.His whole life's effort was to gain the approval of the old man who drove him out of the house. But now, the old man has only three days to live.Can he still hold on? His heart clenched violently, it turned out that the feeling of heartache was so unbearable. Or maybe, Zhuo Wangsun is rich in the world and has countless fans around him, which is also reasonable.What's more, her love is so gentle and tolerant, no matter Xiaoluan or Qiuxuan, she has been silently enduring it, so it's okay to have one more princess. And his father's life... The expression on Yang Yizhi's face was uncertain. Wu Qingfeng smiled. He knew that his plan had successfully reached the third step. As long as it is used properly, even gods can fiddle with it in the palm of their hands.This is his credo.But where is his god?Wu Qingfeng raised his gaze. In the distance, there are still vast clouds and mist. ※※※ ⑴In ancient times, the act of courtiers marrying a princess was collectively referred to as Princess Shang, showing respect, not the princess. The name or title of this princess is Shang :) ⑵Wang Duer, the very lucky child of Chidingping Nanzhong, Gina's little husband, has given him many names, such as Wang Yeer, Jiaruo... Finally, to commemorate a work, a past event, a person , decided to call him "Wang Duer" :)