Chapter 487 Messenger of the Gods
Religious belief can soothe people's hearts, this is the idea of wise people.
An emperor is supposed to be a wise man, but when he holds supreme power, a thought will emerge from the depths of his heart: Why can't I live forever and be the emperor for a long time?
Once this thought arises, it is difficult to suppress it.
The father of Emperor Jiajing, Prince Laoxing, believed in Taoism, and Emperor Jiajing, who was frail and sickly since childhood, also followed him to learn Taoism.
After the death of the previous emperor, the throne seemed like a pie in the sky, and it fell on the head of Emperor Jiajing. After ascending the throne, Emperor Jiajing was busy all the time and put his great cause of cultivating Taoism on hold for the time being.
What followed was a war between the emperor and his subjects, which lasted for many years.
After the palace coup, Emperor Jiajing retreated to the Western Garden, using his chancellor to stand between the emperor and his subjects, while he himself became a devout Taoist believer.
After practicing for a long time, Emperor Jiajing saw countless miracles in various Taoist texts.
But although he himself was the emperor, he had never witnessed it.
Even if it's just once!
But the gods probably despised him, so there was nothing at all, let alone miracles.
At that time, many of Emperor Jiajing's children died young. He was so sad that he asked the Taoist priest Tao Zhongwen, whom he trusted.
——Two dragons never meet!
Tao Zhongwen gave an answer on behalf of the gods.
Emperor Jiajing was half-believing and half-doubting.
Until the sudden death of Crown Prince Zhu Zaigang, this prophecy, which seemed like a curse, made him tremble.
He is a dragon, and the prince is a little dragon. When two dragons meet, one of them must die.
He believed it, so after the crown prince died, the ministers submitted memorials to the emperor suggesting that he should establish a crown prince, but the emperor ignored them and even flew into a rage if they annoyed him.
Even after learning that the prince died of poisoning, he still did not dare to try to offend the gods.
But do gods really exist?
Occasionally this question arises.
He asked the Taoists around him, and they firmly said yes.
But where is the God?
Emperor Jiajing searched on his own.
At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was known as Zhang the Immortal, but Emperor Jiajing knew that he was not a god.
If you can’t find the gods, how far can you go in practicing Taoism?
What is the end of the Tao?
Is it a fairyland, or...
The occasional thoughts that popped up made Emperor Jiajing feel a little uneasy.
Therefore, after learning that a miracle had occurred outside the city, Emperor Jiajing's first reaction was that it was a scam.
But the general who came to report cursed and swore, willing to guarantee it with his own future and life.
"The sound really came from those bricks and stones of the Mo family, and thousands of people heard and saw it."
Emperor Jiajing glanced at the Taoists.
"Welcome the Immortal Guests, this is a piece of music from my Taoist sect. It was composed by the emperor during the Yongle reign." The Taoists were also inexplicably excited.
Emperor Jiajing immediately stood up and said, "Go out of the palace and take a look."
When he arrived at the top of the city, he saw bright lights and shadows of people in the distance.
No one spoke, everyone knelt there and listened quietly.
In the silent environment, the sound of music could be faintly heard, but the specific tune could not be heard.
Emperor Jiajing placed his hands on the top of the city wall and asked in a deep voice, "Where are the Jinyiwei?"
"Your Majesty, someone from the Jinyiwei went out of the city to investigate an hour ago, and they have people on duty outside the city..." Rui Jingxian, who was accompanying him, said with some jealousy.
The Jinyiwei was responsible for supervising all officials and overseeing the security of the capital.
More and more people are now living outside the city, and the tentacles of the Jinyiwei are also extending accordingly.
Emperor Jiajing looked at the bright light and murmured, "Is there really a god?!"
……
"master!"
Lu Bing was not in Zhilu tonight, but went home early to sleep.
He opened his eyes. "Who?"
A maid's respectful voice came from outside the door, "Master, the Jinyiwei wants to see you. They said it's urgent."
Lu Bing was silent for a moment, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He checked all the possibilities and said, "Got it."
He sat up, and the woman beside him stood up as well, "Master, what kind of urgent matter could require you to go in the middle of the night? Most likely they don't want to offend anyone..."
In my ears is the woman's nagging, and in front of me is a dim room.
Lu Bing put on his clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and said to the waiting maid, "Let her go!"
"Yes."
The maid went in and saw the woman sitting on the bed, looking at herself narcissistically. She sneered and said, "The master said, let you go."
The woman was Lu Bing's new concubine. She changed color when she heard the words, "Nonsense, the master said I was lovely earlier..."
"Desirable people? There are so many desirable people, not a few every year. Come on!"
Two maids came in, and the maid pointed at the concubine and said, "Take her to the back and have someone assign her some work."
Lu Bing hurried to the top of the city wall, but Emperor Jiajing had already gone back.
There were only a few torches in the area outside the city at this moment, and the light was dim.
The music was gone.
A captain of the Jinyiwei was observing and reported to Lu Bing when he saw him: "Commander-in-chief, last night the bricks and stones of the Mo family suddenly made music and singing sounds..."
After hearing the report, Lu Bing was shocked and asked after a long while, "Is it true?"
The captain whispered, "His Majesty has just left. It seems quite sad."
Taoist Master is a devout Taoist believer. He confirmed that this was a miracle, so it must be a miracle.
Lu Bing remained silent for a long time, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Regret... If I were to be on good terms with Jiang Qingzhi, would the gods bless me?
But in a moment he felt that this was nonsense. If the gods were to bestow blessings, they should be bestowed on Jiang Qingzhi, the Mohist school, and Jiang Qingzhi's cousin Emperor Jiajing and other relatives.
Large-scale blessing has never been heard of, so it is impossible.
"Where? Where is the miracle?"
A familiar voice came from behind him, and Lu Bing turned around suddenly.
Jiang Qingzhi climbed up to the top of the city wall, pounded his thigh, pretended not to see Lu Bing, and looked into the distance.
"But I am the sage of Mohism?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Xu Wei, who was accompanying him, said, "My Lord, the gods will not show their bodies when they come to the world. They appear by singing music to bless and teach the world." "What a pity." Jiang Qingzhi slapped the top of the city wall, and then he was surprised, "Old Lu, why are you here too?"
Lu Bing looked at him carefully, and the last doubt in his heart disappeared.
The bricks and stones of the Mohist school showed their power, but Jiang Qingzhi did not show up. This is not right!
Now Jiang Qingzhi is here.
Lu Bing's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing and walked away with his men.
Xu Wei looked outside the city and asked, "Master, is this a miracle or your trick?"
"A miracle!" Jiang Qingzhi said seriously, "Of course, if you think it was my trick, that's fine."
Outside the city, most of those people dispersed, and the remaining ones were unwilling people who hoped to see the gods descend to the world.
“Don’t slack off.”
Sun Chonglou is here.
Several guards quickly reported the previous miracle.
"Do gods really exist?"
Sun Chonglou asked in confusion.
"It's true."
"I do not believe!"
Sun Chonglou is a reckless person, and even the guards at home know his character.
Sun Chonglou walked to the pile of bricks and stones and moved them casually.
"That's a miracle, we can't move it!" a guard shouted, causing the people to panic and they all tried to dissuade him.
"I don't believe in gods!"
Sun Chonglou was extremely strong and he picked up the bricks and stones and threw them away.
Outside, the Jinyiwei's spies and the people left behind by Chen Zhan opened their eyes wide... They had been thinking about how to check the scene without leaving any traces, but several guards took turns to take turns, so they couldn't find any opportunity.
Sun Chonglou...a good man!
Several spies widened their eyes and saw Sun Chonglou quickly clearing away the bricks and stones, revealing the ground.
Sun Chonglou even jumped a few times on the ground.
"Oh! Really not." Sun Chonglou was stunned.
"My young master! You will offend the gods." The guards pulled Sun Chonglou out with bitter faces.
No problem... The two Jinyiwei spies looked at each other and then passed the news into the city.
Many people couldn't sleep that night.
The gates of the capital opened early. When Sun Chonglou entered the city, a soldier asked with a smile: "Young Master Sun, I heard that there was a miracle last night. Is it true?"
Sun Chonglou had a gloomy face and said nothing. He entered the city, mounted his horse and left.
The people who followed him into the city said, "He didn't believe it last night, so he moved all the bricks and stones away, but there was nothing underneath. Now he's worried that he might have offended the gods."
"I see. I was wondering why Grandpa Sun, who used to be so kind to us, has such a dark face now."
When Sun Chonglou got home, breakfast was already over. The cook left him a few big buns and a leg of lamb.
Sun Chonglou held two buns in one hand and a leg of lamb and two buns in the other. He had eaten the four big buns before he even reached the backyard.
He gnawed on the leg of lamb and walked up to Jiang Qingzhi who was taking a walk, "Master, I got it."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded and took the mobile phone and flashlight handed to him by Sun Chonglou, which were covered in grease.
Then he went to the forbidden area.
Turned on the phone, no response.
Again, no response.
What the hell!
Don't be so fucking bad!
Jiang Qingzhi was a little flustered.
He tried to turn it on several times without success, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "The battery must be out!"
He took out the solar panel, looked at the bright sunshine, connected the charging cable, and turned on his phone...
The phone's startup screen is a statue of a deity... The original owner was probably a devout believer, and there was a lot of otherworldly music in the player.
"Fortunately!"
Jiang Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
When Uncle Ding gave him the mobile phone as a reward, Jiang Qingzhi thought it was useless. However, the mobile phone helped him out of trouble twice afterwards.
Everything in the world has its own uses. If you think a person or thing is useless, it’s just because the environment they are in is not suitable for them.
As the saying goes, people move and live, trees move and die...
"This is the world of smoothbore muskets. What would happen if I moved the flintlock rifle to the world of today?"
Jiang Qingzhi stroked the small machine tool and smiled grimly, "What Spanish phalanx, what Mushket matchlock gun, they have to kneel before the artifact."
The Spanish phalanx, with heavy matchlock muskets, also known as the mushket musket, as its core, had been in power for more than a hundred years. The French were also defeated by this formation and followed suit.
The phalanx was composed of heavy muskets and spearmen, but the musketeers had the highest status.
The Mushket matchlock was so heavy that a stand was needed to support the musket when firing in order to ensure a certain level of accuracy.
The theoretical firing rate of this musket is 2-3 rounds per minute, but in actual combat it is often only one round per minute.
In contrast, the flintlock rifle was lighter, had a longer range, was more accurate, and fired faster...
Jiang Qingzhi could almost imagine the scene when the two met on the battlefield.
——When the Ming army's musket array opened fire outside the range of the enemy's muskets, the enemy fell down in rows with screams of disbelief.
Those fools were waiting for the treasure in his mouth and laughed at him for not daring to go out.
Waiting for this artifact to be released...
"Uncle!"
"What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty summons you."
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi covered his forehead with his hand. He had actually forgotten about Daoye, a devout Taoist believer.
Jiang Qingzhi walked out of the forbidden area and the maid looked at him with admiration.
"What's that look?" Jiang Qingzhi was not used to it.
"Uncle, they say you are the messenger of the gods."
(End of this chapter)
