Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 29 Bringing a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night, tonight is a good time to kill someone

In the evening, the main altar of the Beggar Clan in Xuanwu Lake.

Dark clouds are like ink, gathering from all directions, and the last bright color on the horizon has been obscured by thick clouds.

The wind gradually howled, mixed with sand and dust, dancing wildly in the air, causing the leaves to rustle.

The distant bells drifted in the wind, distant and heavy.

Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.

Fourth Master Zhu stood in the courtyard. In front of him were more than a hundred masters selected by the Beggar Clan, standing in formation.

"Brothers, have you all received your money?" His voice was thunderous.

"Thank you, Gang Leader." Everyone shouted in unison.

"I have worked hard for you, taking the lead and expanding the territory. Why?" He waved his hand fiercely.

"Fallen, eternal, free!" Everyone answered loudly.

"..." Fourth Master Zhu held his forehead, "Don't play tricks on me now, your gang leader was almost killed last night."

"Gang Leader, we all know." Zhang Ding clasped his fists, "As long as you give the order, we will destroy the Ming Cult tonight."

"Okay!" Fourth Master Zhu raised his arm and smashed them down. "If you hear Dao in the morning, you will die in the evening. We will kill them tonight."

The reason why he did not choose to attack alone was because the Ming Cult had a large number of people and many masters.

Moreover, through tonight's battle, he wants to tell the dark world of the capital that he is the boss of the beggar gang.

However, before setting off, he still had to wait for two people.

After a while, Yang Xian and Zhu Shou came together.

"Fourth Master, I heard that you were surrounded and killed last night?" Zhu Shou asked.

"I'll kill them instead." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands.

The corner of Yang Xian's mouth twitched.

He also got the news from Jinyiwei not long ago. He had worked as a school inspector before, which was the predecessor of Jinyiwei, so he had some friends in Jinyiwei.

"Fourth Master, are you going to start killing tonight?" Yang Xian frowned.

"Others are going to kill me, how can I still endure it?" Fourth Master Zhu snorted.

"It would be a good thing if we can win the war in one battle." Yang Xian thought for a moment and said, "You can just let your hands and feet go. Master Zhu and I will support you from the Yamen side."

He naturally hopes that Fourth Master Zhu can unify the dark forces in the capital.

Not only would he gain greater benefits, but he would also be able to leave the beggars to handle things that were inconvenient for him to do in the future.

"Thank you both sirs. I will definitely repay you in the future." Fourth Master Zhu clasped his fists.

This was the purpose of finding the two of them.

It's okay to fight for hegemony among the rivers and lakes, but if the imperial court gets involved in the end, it will be troublesome.

……

night.

The main altar of Mingjiao in the north of the city.

Hundreds of people lined up in the courtyard. Standing on the high platform were the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect.

They have received news that the Beggar Gang is attacking tonight.

Therefore, they were fully prepared, and Qianjintai also sent experts.

In tonight's battle, as long as the fourth master Zhu is killed, the beggar gang will be leaderless.

At that time, the water transportation, the salt mountain outside the city and other tasks controlled by the beggar gang will all be spit out.

This is all big business.

On the high platform, the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect stood quietly, like four unshakable mountain peaks.

Qinglong Dharma King is tall, with a stern face, and his eyes are like deep pools, occasionally flashing a sharp light.

The White Tiger King has a wild and unruly look, with long hair blowing in the wind, and a wild fighting spirit in his eyes.

Suzaku Dharma King was dressed in red, alluring and charming. His hands were gently placed on his waist, and his fingertips were bright red, which was extremely poisonous.

King Xuanwu is tall and tall, like an iron tower, with his hands folded on his chest and a heavy aura exuding from his body.

"When will the leader of the Beggar Clan need the help of the four of us?"

"Don't take it lightly. This is what the leader has told you." "Hmph, I will kill him alone later."

"Hey, my Mingjiao was actually forced to come to our door by the beggar gang. Humph, I think back then, our Mingjiao commanded the world."

Shila-

The night sky was torn apart by a sudden bolt of lightning, and silver-white light instantly illuminated every corner of the main altar.

Immediately afterwards, thunder rumbled, making people's scalp numb.

Big raindrops followed closely behind. They hit the ground densely like countless pebbles, causing a string of water splashes.

The sound of rain covered up the sound of footsteps approaching quickly outside.

The gang of beggars is here.

……

In the attic opposite the Beggar's Gang, two people were standing on the roof.

Zhao Xuanzhen, who was dressed in a black robe, still only exposed her eyes, but the black robe could not hide her proud figure.

Another elegant middle-aged man dressed in white is the leader of the Ming Cult.

"Leader, it seems that you have great confidence in the Four Dharma Kings." Zhao Xuanzhen chuckled.

"Haha, it's just to help you. Didn't you tell Fourth Master Zhu that he destroyed Mingjiao and Qianjin Tower, and both you and Feiyan Tower belong to him." The leader smiled slightly.

"Then the little girl has to thank the leader." Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes were captivating.

"This time, he is dead." A sneer appeared on the corner of the leader's mouth, "In addition to the masters of Mingjiao and Qianjintai, there are also a thousand soldiers and horses of Zhu Liangzu, the governor of the Dudu Mansion."

"It turns out that we have been prepared for a long time." Zhao Xuanzhen said coldly.

From this point of view, Fourth Master Zhu is destined to die.

At this time, there was also a person standing on a hillside diagonally above their attic.

Mao Xiang, the commander of Jinyiwei, looked solemn.

"Sir, the people from the Governor's Mansion are actually here," the subordinate reported.

"Zhu Liangzu, how come he is here? Is he colluding with the Ming Cult, or is he colluding with Qianjintai?" Mao Xiang's eyes were like daggers, "Fourth Master Zhu fell into a trap tonight."

"What should we do?" the subordinate asked.

"Observe first." Mao Xiang said in a deep voice, "If Fourth Master Zhu is in danger, we will help him."

"Who is Fourth Master Zhu? Does he need our Jin Yiwei to be his bodyguards?" His subordinates were puzzled.

"Follow your orders and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Mao Xiang's voice was cold.

"Yes!" The subordinate followed the order and left.

Mao Xiang snorted coldly.

I really want to know who Master Zhu is, even the emperor helps him.

Zhu Liangzu offended people he shouldn't have offended without knowing it.

……

The rain was raging, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Fourth Master Zhu led more than a hundred masters, walking in the rain, and quickly approached the Mingjiao General Altar like ghosts.

He was wearing a black cloak, and the rain dripped down the brim of the hat, but it could not penetrate the fierce aura exuding around him. The six-foot-long knife in his hand shone with a cold light the moment lightning flashed across the sky.

"Are you all wet?" He asked Zhang Dingbian beside him.

"No." Zhang Dingbian pointed to the black ball in his arms and sneered, "Back then, we relied on this thing and almost blew up Zhu Chongba."

"The blast will start later. After the blast, I will go up first, and then you can follow." Fourth Master Zhu said.

"Yes." Zhang Dingbian's eyes flickered, "I haven't felt like this for a long time."

He seemed to have returned to the battlefield.

Fourth Master Zhu wiped the rain off his face and looked up at the dark sky.

If you carry a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night, tonight is a good time to kill someone.

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