The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 523

Wen Tianxiang nodded, "The emperor is wise."

"Sheng Ming doesn't count. If there is something missing, you will have to worry about it."

Zhao Dongting said politely, "By the way, you should immediately send someone to send a letter back to Leizhou, saying that the Yuan Dynasty has agreed to replace Li Xiushu, and let the people from Wudingtang bring Princess Mingzhu to Minqing, and then send a letter to Li Wangyuan, urging Li Wangyuan Send troops quickly to prevent the white horse army from continuing to occupy Kuizhou. The insidious people in Shuzhong and Dali, under the banner of serving the Song Dynasty, strengthen their own strength. Now that we have negotiated peace with the Yuan Dynasty, we should let them suffer The head is good. Always picking up ready-made ones by the side, how can there be such a good thing in the world, don’t you think?”

Wen Tianxiang almost couldn't help laughing, holding back, "What the emperor said is true."

Zhao Dongting's words really didn't sound like an emperor's words, they were too...down-to-earth.

But Zhao Dongting continued to mutter to himself: "I just don't know if Li Wangyuan's Xixia army can stop the white horse in central Shu."

Wen Tianxiang murmured, "Your Majesty, I think it's not good if you can stop it, and it's not good if you can't stop it. The best thing is that they can kill inextricably."

"The words of the military aircraft order... are very poisonous..."

Zhao Dongting laughed loudly, "Are you trying to weaken Li Wangyuan's strength before he splits up with us?"

Wen Tianxiang didn't deny it either, "It's a military matter, not a poison...not a husband."

Zhao Dongting nodded approvingly, "Yeah, those people in Dali are quite poisonous, so they took so much money."

As he said that, he also had a bad look on his face, "Dali has hot air balloons, and I reckon there must be ones in Central Sichuan, but Xixia may not even have Thunderbolt, so it may be difficult to stop the White Horse Army in Central Sichuan The military aircraft makes you think, should we tell Li Wangyuan how to make hot air balloons and thunderbolts? In this way, he will always owe us a big debt."

"what?"

Wen Tianxiang was surprised, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, this is the military foundation of our dynasty. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to hand it over to Xixia?"

Zhao Dongting shook his head, "The key to the thunderbolt lies in the ratio of gunpowder, and the manufacture of hot air balloons is not complicated. It is actually much simpler than the Shenlong blunderbuss. Even if they are not given to them, it will not take long. Xixia and Yuan Dynasty They can also develop hot air balloons. With these two things alone, we cannot be ahead for too long."

Wen Tianxiang's face was serious, "Yes, at that time, we might not be able to defeat many with less and be invincible as we are now. It's a pity that we are powerless to destroy Yuan Dynasty, Xixia, and Dali in one fell swoop."

Both of them were sitting under the shade of a tree, but one was dignified and the other was relaxed.

Zhao Dongting had a relaxed smile on his face, "It's okay, when I return to Leizhou, I will research some new weapons and come out."

Wen Tianxiang was dumbfounded, his eyes sparkled, "Your Majesty, have you developed a new weapon?"

Zhao Dongting pretended to be coercive in a rare way, "Isn't this trivial matter easy to come by?"

Wen Tianxiang couldn't laugh or cry.

I am afraid that only the emperor dares to say this, and only the emperor is qualified to say it.

Booming Thunder, Shenlong Gun, Hot Air Balloon, and Throwing Cannon, so many amazingly powerful weapons, no one has ever invented them before, and the Emperor actually said that they are at their fingertips?
He really wanted to see how the emperor's head grew, and how could he have so many wonderful ideas?

Probably God really wanted to restore the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, so that the emperor suffered from such a disease of soul division?

The current emperor is really too powerful.

……

Another three days passed.

The White Horse Army in Central Shu had taken most of Kuizhou, but on Lizhou East Road, the Xixia Army was eyeing it, but they did not march.

Pu Shougeng's reply letter arrived in Dadu again.

After receiving the letter, Kublai Khan was overjoyed, and immediately asked Huang Liangce and ten Great Yuan Realm masters to take Li Xiushu out of the palace and head for Fujian.

Li Xiushu is really beautiful and amazing, and she can be ranked among the best in the world.But obviously, Kublai Khan would not take her too seriously.

Not to mention that she has no children, even if she does, so what?

Regardless of the identity of Li Wangyuan's younger sister, Li Xiushu is just a beautiful woman.

And in this world, there are as many beautiful women as there are crucian carp crossing the river.

It's almost mid-July in the blink of an eye.

Halloween is coming.

Ghost Festival is also known as July and a half and Ghost Festival, which is a Taoist saying, while Buddhists call it the Yulan Basin Festival.

But no matter how you call it, these days are a festival for folks to remember their ancestors and invite those who have passed away to go home.

Zhao Dongting is naturally still in Minqing, but two days ago, Yuan Zhenzi and others also rushed here with the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain.

In the past few days, craftsmen making tributes and paper-making in Minqing County and surrounding villages and towns have been extremely busy, receiving large orders from mysterious customers.

In addition, those farmers who raise chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, pigs, etc. also suddenly have customers come to buy them.

In a short period of time, the paper money around Minqing County was swept away.Countless livestock were also led to the Song Army garrison.

In Minqing County, paper money became expensive all day long. Many people wanted to buy paper money and incense candles to worship their ancestors, but they found it difficult to buy.

Numerous altars and soul-calling flags were also erected outside the south gate.

Zhao Dongting will open an altar to sacrifice the souls of the dead in the army.

He seems to be particularly enthusiastic about this.But the soldiers in the army are grateful to countless people, and they are more determined to bathe the blood for the Song Dynasty.

Among those dead souls, too many are their relatives and close friends.

They died for the Song Dynasty and could not come back to life.But at least, the emperor still remembered them in his heart.Even if the emperor couldn't call them by their names.

Finally to the day of the Ghost Festival.

Dressed in a dragon robe, Zhao Dongting took Wen Tianxiang, Yuan Zhenzi, Hong Wutian, Ren Wei, Zhao Da and others to the south gate at dawn.

The soldiers of the army gathered outside the south gate, the banners spread, and the armor was dense.

Zhao Dongting climbed the tower.

As soon as they arrived at the top of the city, the officers and soldiers of the She people raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Countless Minqing people around watched it, and it wasn't until this time that they realized that the emperor of the Song Dynasty was actually in Minqing.

And the great song emperor's act of paying homage to the souls of the dead also touched their hearts.

Among them, relatives also died in the previous war.

"Boom!"

Standing not far from Zhao Dongting, Zhao Da suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

A total of 66 grenade launchers under the city vibrated in unison, and the shells flew into the air one after another, and then fell on the open space in the distance.

This power also caused many people present to show dumbfounded expressions.

I am glad that some soldiers under my command quietly turned into ordinary people to watch such a "grand event", and I couldn't help but break out in cold sweat at the moment.

Fortunately, Song Jun didn't use this thing in the previous battle, otherwise, how could they stop it?
After the cannon rang, Zhao Dongting raised his hand.

The soldiers below suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Dongting circulated his inner energy and shouted: "Revoke the souls of the dead!"

Yuan Zhenzi and other celestial masters of Longhu Mountain led the disciples below and began to practice the method.

Thousands of Taoist priests moved around the altar, or sat cross-legged and recited scriptures.This momentum can be described as mighty.

The wind blows.

Countless bells rang.

It seems that there are ghosts crying and whispering.

A head of livestock was used as a sacrifice by the soldiers, offering blood to the souls of the dead.

Then, these livestock were carried to the station by the soldiers.The Huo Tou soldiers in the army are all very busy and sweating profusely.

Zhao Dongting stood at the top of the city, quietly watching what Yuan Zhenzi and others did.

But in the army, there is a certain momentum that is faintly visible.

This is where the spirit gathers.

Thick smoke rose into the sky.

The scent of burning incense candles spread to the surrounding.

Countless piles of paper money were ignited, and with the wind, the ashes of the paper money rolled on the ground.

Some folks say that the ashes are rolled up, which means that the dead are taking away the paper money.

Whether this is true or not is hard to say.But according to normal theory, Ashes shouldn't curl up.This kind of thing always happens to those who believe, but not to those who don't.

People who have not bought paper money simply use the paper money in the army to place joss sticks not far away to summon the souls of the dead.

Then, someone took the paper money to the city, and burned it all the way.

This is to invite the dead into the house.

When the ceremony was about to end, Zhao Dongting suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Dead souls please!"

Ren Wei and Zhao Da ran down to the top of the city.

Then, together with Zhao Hu and a group of She people's generals, they personally took the lit paper money, burned it all the way, and ran towards the military camp in the city.

Mrs. Xu's face was touched, she looked at Zhao Dongting, and said, "Old man...thank you, Your Majesty."

The vast majority of those who died in the battle of Fujian and Qing Dynasty were soldiers of the She people.

(End of this chapter)