Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 21

The territory of the Ming Empire is extremely broad, excluding the major criminal areas, the mainland has two capitals and 13 provinces under its jurisdiction.

Jinyiwei, as a guard violent organization under the supervision of Da Nei, has always been active only in Shuntian Prefecture of Beizhili, inspecting all civil and military officials, and defending the safety of Gyeonggi.

Unless it is a major case involving dignitaries or relatives of the emperor, it is basically impossible for Jin Yiwei to appear in Chengdu, let alone set up a permanent institution.

If the Jinyiwei at that time wanted to deal with a small local family like the Gu family in Yizhou, they could uproot them with just one trumped-up charge.

Where do you need to be as careful as you are now.

All the turning points happened in the party struggle that broke out in the court ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Emperor Shengshang Jiaqi had just succeeded to the throne, and Dongxichang, whose power was already showing signs of decline, took advantage of the unstable political situation and joined forces to launch an attack on the Xindonglin Party.

The two sides attacked each other, kicking off a "Great Court Debate" that lasted for half a month.

The East and West Factory has all the details, but it is still defeated by the Xin Donglin Party. The Supervisor of Rites and the "Three Offices and One Bureau" in the two factories were all disbanded.

Among them, the elite fighters were imprisoned, and those who absconded absconded.The names that were marked by the cabinet's red pen ran to dozens of pages.

Because of this, the two departments of the Imperial College, the Imperial College and Zhizhi, have recovered a large number of valuable research specimens.

The two governors who were prominent and powerful for a while were also drawn out of their consciousness and thrown into the Imperial Prison of Jinyiwei in Shuntian Mansion, where they were imprisoned for an unlimited period of time.

The Imperial Prison is a more terrifying place than the Huangliang Prison of the Ministry of Punishment. It is silent and silent, with no change of day and night, and no sense of the passage of time.

In such an environment, the consciousness of the prisoner can remain absolutely awake at all times, enduring the torment in the endless nothingness.

Even if a master of Buddhism and Taoism who is known as ruthless and ruthless falls into it, his will will soon be tortured into an idiot.

Jin Yiwei, who was allied with Dongxichang, could not escape the fate of being purged in this turmoil.

Fortunately, Emperor Jiaqi wrote down the words 'Jinyi Wucuo'. The Xindonglin Party, which had just won a big victory, didn't want to tear its face from the new emperor because of this insignificant addition. This allowed the system of Jinyiwei to be preserved.

It's a pity that the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped.

The surviving Jinyiwei was broken into pieces under the operation of the New Donglin Party, and the personnel were dispatched to various parts of the empire, completely losing the right to speak in the court.

After these twists and turns, Jin Yiwei's authority and energy have been greatly reduced, and it looks like a declining scene.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe the enmity between Jin Yiwei and the Confucian sect as deep as an ocean.

"That's why Yu Kou asked you to approach Gu Yong in order to insert you into the Gu family in Yizhou as an internal response. After ten years of dormancy, Jin Yiwei finally couldn't bear it and wanted to do something."

Wu Yahua's tone was bleak, even if he was just a pariah, he could still smell the fishy smell that reverberates between the heaven and the earth when the storm is about to rise.

There are no eggs under the overturned nest.

If Jin Yiwei really wants to join hands with the Daomen to start this storm, ordinary people like them will be the first to be drenched by the rainstorm.

"If I die, leave Chengdu Mansion as soon as possible."

Li Jun memorized every word of the message on the tablet, and handed it back to Wu Yahua.He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, then strode away from the crow clinic.

Behind him, Wu Yahua stepped back slowly, trying to lean against the wall to stand firm, but still couldn't stop sliding down, and finally sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Li Jun's leaving back.

"If you are young, you will never go to Shu and never leave Sichuan. I have all my wealth on you. Don't let me down!"

At the same time, it fell on the tablet at the old man's feet, and the displayed time jumped to [-]:[-].

A desktop pet that looked exactly like Crow Duoduo jumped onto the screen, with a very solemn expression on his small face, and slowly opened the yellow scroll in his hand.

"On the 11th day of the first month of the [-]th year of Jiaqi's reign, hold up the lamp to wander around the gods, and avoid killing people."

The children's words are eloquent, and the chills are bursting!
"Raise the lamp, wake up!!!"

Following a high-pitched and resonant chant, dozens of shirtless and strong men shouted angrily at the same time, and raised bamboo poles that were as thick as bowls in their hands.

A bamboo dragon stretching for hundreds of feet rises meanderingly, and the red silk wrapped around the dragon's body dances in the wind.

A huge dragon ball with a diameter of one foot is held in the huge claws, and the lights are shaking, and it rises with the wind.

It was still dusk at this time, but the businesses on Kowloon Street had already turned on the neon lights on their signboards, and all kinds of glare gradually lit up on both sides of the street, guiding the way for the dragon lanterns.

Red lanterns were also hung in the shacks and tube buildings deep in the street, and the Chinese characters of "Fu Fu" were pasted on the door of every household, and the whole block was filled with a festive atmosphere.

"Light up the dragon lantern, let the gods do it!"

After the red dragon, one after another, the specially-made carts started slowly.

There are carved buildings and painted buildings, blue tiles and cornices standing on the carriage body.There are Confucian pavilions, Taoist spiritual palaces, and Buddhist temples.

Although they are all hand-made, they are all lifelike.

Angry-eyed King Kong and the golden-armored priest accompanied him, and the men hiding in them performed with all their might, sparing no effort to show the majesty of the gods.

Luan birds with floating devices installed on both wings sing in the air, and their long feathers shine brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Children wearing Sanxingdui masks are chasing the funny and cute electronic music third prince with a head as big as a bucket.

The officials who talk and talk will walk at the end of the parade, suppressing all demons and ghosts.

Every family supported the old and the young, put on the most appropriate clothes at home, and applauded and cheered for these floats from all over the empire.

Li Jun stood in the crowd, quietly watching the paradoxical picture of gods and humans side by side, enjoying the tranquility before the storm.

"Gods do it, the world is safe!"

The parade finally reached its climax, and the people on both sides raised their hands towards the sky and shouted in unison: "God bless, the world is safe!"

"God bless, the world is safe!"

The sound wave is like a tide, and the noise is even louder.

"Look, mom, someone is running on the back of Lord Dragon."

The woman who was praying devoutly was suddenly disturbed, and looked down with a tiger face, and the son wearing the mask of the Monkey King was pulling the corner of his clothes and shouting excitedly.

The Dragon King is made of bamboo, who can run on it?
The woman didn't even think about it, she just shook her hand and knocked it down violently, "Don't you turtle pray well and call for a hammer, be careful that my old lady will go back and peel your skin."

"There are, and not just one, but several people."

The little great sage covered his head and wanted to defend himself, but when he saw the woman raised her eyebrows, he quickly reached out and hugged her thigh to beg for mercy.

The woman snorted coldly, put her hands together again, and continued to worship the gods of the past devoutly.

After his old mother began to pray, the little Dasheng sneakily took out a cannon the size of a little finger from his trouser pocket, and threw it hard at his feet.

"The Dragon King dares to run on his back, and blow up you little fleas!"

Snapped!
boom! ! ! !

A huge explosion resounded through the sky, and the scalding heat wave carried a suffocating power.

The red dragon's back was blown off, and the flying gravel and bamboo pieces pierced through more than a dozen men carrying the dragon in an instant.

The originally festive red silk now became the best fuel for the flames, and thick black smoke quickly filled the streets.

The mighty team of gods instantly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed, and heart-piercing exclamations and screams were everywhere.

"Dragon Lord is really angry?"

The little great sage was stunned by the sudden loud noise, and wanted to raise his eyes to see if it was really the Dragon Lord who was angry, but found that his eyes were pitch black.

A black figure stood in front of him, separating the crowd like a rock.

"Great Saint, I'll help you clean up those little fleas?"

The little Great Sage couldn't understand what the person in front of him was saying, but felt that the three words "Da Sheng Ye" were particularly pleasant to the ear. His eyes under the mask were curved into crescent moons, and he shook his head with a smile.

Just as he was about to let the man shout again, he suddenly felt himself rising from the clouds and fog, and the old woman who recovered from her senses grabbed her in her arms and ran towards the distance.

Li Jun turned his head to look at the black spots dancing among the buildings in the distance, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"As ordered."

(End of this chapter)