prisoner in the door

The Old Daoist's whisper attracted everyone's attention, and Hou Wenchang took a step forward and squeezed behind the Old Daoist, especially the one who didn't see outsiders.

"Do you know what this is?"

The old Taoist ignored him at all, and flipped to the next one, which was the one that unfolded the imperial decree.

This photo seems to be clear, but because of the distance and the size of the photo, the characters in the photo are not clear. At least the old Taoist squinted his eyes to identify what was written on it for a long time.

"Old man, what do you see?"

Hou Wenchang asked anxiously, the old Taoist raised his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance, Hou Wenchang looked puzzled, the most important thing was that the old Taoist still ignored him.

Hou Wenchang still wanted to ask more questions, but Mo Zhenzhen took a step forward and handed it over with a bag in her hand.

"Master Dao, you have worked hard outside, and you all must have done your best for our safety. A little care is not enough to respect."

This bag is an opaque black bag, but it is not difficult to see what it is by looking at the shape inside.

The Taoist leader changed his face when he saw it, and looked at Mo Zhenzhen with a bad expression.

"What do you mean, we have gathered here for great good."

Mo Zhenzhen nodded as if she was being educated, and finally said with a smile.

"Even good people have to eat, we can't let good people eat chaff and swallow vegetables. And you are experts in dealing with ghosts and monsters, such as magical artifacts and talismans, you don't need money. The money is not paid by me, it is also from City Y There are not many people’s wishes, just a wish.”

Speaking of which, Mo Zhenzhen handed the money bag forward again, and seeing that the Taoist priest still did not accept it, Mo Zhenzhen looked behind the old Taoist, just in time to meet the eyes of a little Taoist priest behind the old Taoist, at the moment she The smile on his face became brighter by two points, and he took another step forward, handing the money bag to the little Taoist priest.

"Take it, Mr. Daoist. This money is really a sympathy from the citizens of City Y. When the time comes, I will give you a share. This is all merit money, not vulgar."

The old Taoist didn't respond, and the little Taoist looked around and then accepted it half-heartedly.

Neither the Taoist group nor the monk group responded, and the officer's face became even darker, but he didn't say anything.

After sending the money out, Mo Zhenzhen looked curiously at the old Taoist, bent slightly and asked curiously.

"Master Dao, that is the imperial decree. You are well-informed, do you know something? Can you explain to the younger generation?"

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Mo Zhenzhen, with a smile on his face.

"The little girl is not old enough to have some knowledge. This is indeed an imperial decree."

"You said this is an imperial edict? How can there be a white imperial edict?" Hou Wenchang asked without understanding, but the old man ignored him this time without even raising his eyelids.

But Mo Zhenzhen said to the old Taoist with a smile.

"I'm just guessing blindly, and I'm not as knowledgeable as the Daoist. Daoist, this edict looks really strange, can I ask the Daoist to explain it to us?"

Mo Zhenzhen asked sincerely, the old man stroked his white beard and nodded.

"Since you're curious, let me tell you about this thing. Do you know Yin shape?"

Mo Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "Please ask the Taoist priest to clarify my doubts."

The old man lifted his chin lightly, his arrogance was fully displayed, and his voice became louder.

"This yin statement is the pleading paper written to the underworld when a lawsuit is filed in the underworld. The pleading paper is handed over to the ten halls of the underworld, Yama, and they will be promoted to judge merits and demerits. And this imperial edict is also something for the underworld."

Speaking of this, the old man's expression became more strange.

"If I read the old Taoist correctly, this imperial decree should be written by Emperor Hong Zhao."

Mo Zhenzhen and the others are all outsiders, and they don't know what Emperor Hong Zhao is, but when the local people heard what the old man said, their expressions changed a little.

Fortunately, the old Taoist had the intention of showing off at this time, and he didn't stop talking about it because everyone knew about it, but continued talking on his own.

"It was said that Emperor Hong Wen had attained enlightenment and became an immortal, and the succeeding Emperor Hong Zhao seemed to follow the example of Emperor Hong Wen. But everyone knows about Emperor Hong Wen. He did not become an immortal after attaining enlightenment, but was murdered by the treacherous minister Su Zhongjun and the Su Meiren. dead, the body was buried in Quanxipo. Su Zhongjun did this in secret, and the Sumerians also died half a month after Emperor Hongwen died, and no one knew about it anymore. At that time, I dug up the accompanying tomb of Emperor Hongwen, found the tomb of a Sumerian, and found a letter written by a Sumerian in the interlayer of her funeral objects. Only then did I know about Emperor Hongwen, and later I dug it in Quanxipo The remains of Emperor Hongwen."

This is the knowledge that junior high school history in this world needs to learn. Except for outsiders like Mo Zhenzhen, everyone who has attended nine years of compulsory education knows it.

At the same time, they are also aware of the absurd behavior of Emperor Hong Zhao who succeeded him.

The old Taoist took out the second one and looked at it carefully. He couldn't see the specific content of the imperial edict, but he knew the last stamp of the imperial edict.

"This seal is the jade seal of 'God-given Son of Heaven, Immortal Dao Eternal Prosperity' specially engraved by Hong Wendi, the treasure of the town hall in the National ×××× Museum." Speaking of this, even the old Taoist couldn't help but sigh One sound.

"The treacherous minister Su Zhongjun killed Emperor Hong Wen, and the play he made to cover up the evidence was so real that it made the original Emperor Hong Zhao limping. He insisted on doing something about longevity. Since ancient times, how can emperors have longevity? Not to mention the emperor, ministers of civil and military affairs, and local officials, who are not honestly born, old, sick and dying."

After sighing for a while, the old Taoist continued to speak unhurriedly, so that Mo Zhenzhen could pretend to be listening carefully, and the others wanted to blow the hammer to the old Taoist twice, so that he could speak quickly if he had something to say. Don't take Joe in the ink!

"I once heard from my master that Emperor Hong Zhaodi failed to seek immortality in his later years and wanted to follow the way of ghosts. At that time, there was a famous Taoist priest nicknamed Ghost Sangeng. It was said that he was proficient in ghosts and gods. He deserved to die like a beast after death, and then somehow got mixed up with the fate of the country, and his soul flew away."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help laughing, and told Mo Zhenzhen again.

"Those people in the past didn't know the disadvantages of being contaminated by the national destiny. They thought that it was good to have the dragon's aura around them. Using the national destiny to cover up their own luck could steal the sky and cover up their sins. In fact, these are just assumptions. God is not blind."

After gloating, the old man withdrew his smile under the officer's stare, and after a long time did not hear him say anything, Hou Wenchang moved forward again.

"and then?"

The old man was squeezed by him, and said angrily.

"What and then, and what and then."

Hou Wenchang did not give up.

"Then what happened to Emperor Hong Zhao? What happened to the tomb? What happened to the imperial decree?"

The old man gave Hou Wenchang a blank look, and said very angrily.

"Emperor Hong Zhaodi died at the age of 27. What's next? With this sacred decree, the cemetery must have been written by the ghost and Emperor Hong Zhao. There is nothing to say about it."

Hou Wenchang felt that he was scratching his head, there was obviously something else going on here, why did the old-fashioned mouth pass it so lightly!
Hou Wenchang still wanted to ask something, but was pushed away by the little Taoist priest behind the old Taoist.

"Why are you so rude, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? You are crowding my master!"

Hou Wenchang staggered from being pushed and almost sat on the ground, and said in a particularly unbearable way.

"She asked you why you just answered, and I asked why you don't know how to respect the old and love the young? Just because she gave money?"

Mo Zhenzhen glanced at Hou Wenchang who was pointing at her, but she sighed inwardly while she was bewildered.

Young, reckless, and trying to drag her into the water.

"What kind of money? It's a charitable donation from the people of City Y. In order to thank the gods and Buddhas for the incense money, it contains the wishes of the deceased people of City Y, as well as gifts from the people of City Y who are still alive. For all good people."

Mo Zhenzhen picked herself out in two or three sentences.

This money was the money she earned by blackmailing those shop owners. There was a total of 35 in the bag, which was a big and heavy bag. Just by looking at the pulling speed of the black plastic bag, one could tell that the money inside must be a lot of money.

After Mo Zhenzhen said that, Hou Wenchang looked at her with incredible eyes, as if he was asking her why she could be so shameless, open her eyes and talk nonsense!
And Mo Zhenzhen just wanted to sigh to Hou Wenchang.

What's the matter with saying something nice? It doesn't cost money to say something nice. Talking to people is not only a skill, but also a good skill to attract people and save money. Why don't young people nowadays know how to learn it? Woolen cloth!