I am immortal in history

"The imperial court ranks first among gangs. Who is the best individual master?"

Li Ping'an still has some thoughts about Jianghu. If both individuals and groups are number one in the imperial court, the stability of the Daqian class will be disappointing.

"There are different opinions in Daqian."

Zhigang said: "The number one in Buddhism is Tianlong Arhat of Jinshan Temple, the number one in Taoism is Zhenren Ziyang of Baiyun Temple, and in the imperial court, the governor of Dongchang is known as invincible."

"As for the leader of the Fire Worship Cult who rules the countries in the Western Region outside of Daqian, he is recognized as the best in the world!"

"Thirty years ago during the Western Expedition, five blood-changing masters from the imperial court besieged the leader of the Fire Worship Cult, and ended up with two dead and three injured. It is really shocking."

"It is rumored that this person has lived for hundreds of years, has met the ancestors, is proficient in countless magical skills and secret techniques, and has extraordinary strength!"

Li Ping'an said in shock: "Can anyone live for such a long time in the world?"

"The poor monk also doesn't believe it. There was an eminent monk in the Vajra Temple who achieved Arhat status, but he only lived a hundred and fifteen years."

Zhigang said: "The political and religious unity of the countries in the Western Regions, and the fact that Zoroastrianism can determine the succession of the throne is probably a legend compiled by the middle and high-level leaders of the religion to stabilize their faith."

"That's right."

Li Ping'an nodded on the surface, but deep down he had other ideas.

Building a wooden branch is a treasure of merit and virtue, and it was not brought by oneself through time travel. Maybe there are other treasures in the world that can extend people's lifespan.

"Jianghu is too dangerous!"

Li Ping'an made up his mind to wait for hundreds of years to at least become a martial arts master before traveling around the world.

You also need to be proficient in medical and poison techniques, traps, disguises, hidden weapons and other skills, so as not to fail to show your strength and die by third-rate means.

After eating dumplings, we started to watch the New Year's Eve.

Zhigang saw that Li Ping'an was interested in Jianghu, so he told about his experience as a knife catcher.

For example, don't go to restaurants in the wilderness. They might be shady shops selling human meat buns. For example, the Heart-Eating Old Demon likes to eat living people's hearts, and a reward of 10,000 taels has been offered for his murder.

There is also a miraculous doctor named Cui who does not charge gold, silver or copper coins for medical treatment, but only charges living people for consultation.

Zhigang said: "Mr. Cui's skills are really good. He can cure many terminal diseases. It is said that the money he collects for medical consultations will be used to inject poisons and contract diseases, and then he will detoxify and cure the diseases."

"I will not go out to practice medicine until all the medical fees are gone!"

Li Ping'an frowned, Doctor Cui's research method was in vivo experiments.

"Won't the court arrest such a brutal murderer?"

"The patients of Divine Doctor Cui are either high-ranking officials or powerful heroes. How can anyone care about them?"

Zhigang mocked: "Furthermore, if the master buys a few slaves from Yaxing, he will only get ten taels of silver if he kills them. It's not even a crime!"

Li Pingan was silent for a long time and drank several bowls of wine.

The real ancient society was like this. The people at the bottom were no different from livestock in the eyes of the powerful. Some guys who boasted about the ancient imperial court were either stupid or bad.

Most of the time they take on the roles of scholar-bureaucrats and high-ranking officials.

"Master, after listening to what you have said, are there no good people left in the world?"

Zhigang nodded and said: "Who is a good person who hangs out in the world?"

Li Ping'an retorted: "There are always some heroes who eliminate harm for the people and uphold the right path, right?"

"Of course there is..."

Zhigang's words changed: "When the poor monk was arresting criminals in Lingzhou, he saw with his own eyes a righteous hero fighting with a demonic monster in the street."

"The hero is very powerful. His actions and actions have caused buildings to collapse, and he accidentally beat, trampled, and smashed dozens of people to death. Fortunately, the poor monk has quick legs, otherwise he would have gone to debate the scriptures with the Buddha long ago!"

Li Ping'an asked: "The government doesn't care?"

Zhigang said: "A great hero eliminates harm for the people. If you don't have the eyes to block the way, do you still have the nerve to sue the officials?"

"Master is right, there are no good people in the world!"

Li Ping'an understands that it would be biased to completely deny the heroes, but he is an ordinary citizen, and his butt determines his head.

Think about it, one day you took your wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly you were beaten to death by a passing master!

Or maybe you saw the heroes arresting the devil and demolishing the house you just bought with a loan, and your wife, who was nine months pregnant, lived in it!

Therefore, a day without heroes is a good day!

The common people's expectation for heroes to eliminate evil is essentially a distrust of the court and the rule of law, and they can only place their hope on violence.

Li Ping'an sighed helplessly: "On a great day, don't talk about these depressing things anymore. Do you really believe in the master's plan?"

Zhigang chuckled and took a sip of wine proudly.

"It won't take a few days to issue it. Yesterday, a group of people gathered around the entrance of the criminal department to read the photos. The censor happened to be doing something, and the sedan chair was blocked!"

Li Ping'an was shocked, this guy actually knew how to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

…

Thirty-eight years of Jianwu.

The fifth day of the first lunar month.

On the first day of the Great Court Meeting, the imperial censor participated in the report that the officials of the Ministry of Justice were lazy and let the people block the Yamen.

Emperor Jianwu scolded Yang Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, saying that if he could not control his subordinates, he would be replaced by someone else.

Yang Shangshu returned to the Ministry of Justice and became furious. He ordered a strict investigation of corruption and bribery. He took down the chief of the Supervisory and Arrest Department and sent more than a dozen scribes to prison.

Dali Temple and the Ministry of Revenue were lucky enough to escape, but the chief officials did not dare to neglect and arrested many subordinate officials.

…

The eighth day of the first lunar month.

Noon.

Zhigang walked in excitedly, holding a stack of banknotes in his hand.

"The Sa family has money!"

There is no trivial matter for the emperor, so the three divisions omitted the tedious procedures, worked quickly and simply, and dealt with special matters in a special way, and the money was quickly distributed.

Li Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Why doesn't Master call himself a poor monk?"

"If you don't have money, you are a poor monk. If you have money, you will spend it!"

Zhi Gang waved his hand proudly: "Let's go, the Sa family has money, take the layman to Chunfeng Tower to criticize."

Hearing Li Ping'an talk about criticism before, Zhigang thought the word was very good, so he ticked the boxes with a critical eye to soothe the pain and suffering of the brothel women.

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"Isn't this too impatient?"

Li Ping'an said no, but his feet moved out involuntarily.

Chunfeng Tower.

Red lanterns hang at the door, red gauze is decorated on the windows, and red confetti is scattered on the ground. It looks quite festive during the Spring Festival.

It was during the New Year period and there were already many customers at noon.

There was a constant stream of people coming in and out.

The girls who were greeting the guests couldn't help but laugh when they saw Li Ping'an. One of the bold ones even waved her cloud sleeves to tease him.

"Young master, you are watching outside every day. Come in and have some fun!"

Li Ping'an's face was slightly red, and he deliberately lagged half a step behind, using Zhigang's majestic body to cover up his embarrassment.

Zhigang was a regular customer in Goulan, and he didn't care about the strange looks from others. He walked in casually, found an empty seat and sat down, and asked the madam to serve him wine.

The layout of Chunfeng Building is similar to that of a club, with a hollow and high-ceiling hall surrounded by three-story stands and private rooms.

In the center of the hall on the first floor is a stage, with several girls dancing on it.

Li Ping'an was sitting very close to the stage. According to Zhigang, the price for individual seats on the first floor was the same, so you could see clearly if you were close.

The girl on the stage danced boldly, bending down, raising her legs, and twisting her waist. Her round and snow-white look was extremely attractive.

It's hidden but not revealed, looming.

If you really want to see something clearly, you have to throw money on the stage.

Every time a customer tips her, the girl will move a little louder, making you look at her for a few times and then go back to being hazy again.

Li Ping'an listened to the comments from the guests next to him. The people dancing on the stage were all poor people, and they were not selling their bodies for the time being.

When it becomes famous and attracts the attention of dignitaries, a "combing together" auction will be held, and the price can easily reach several thousand taels.

"The routine here is a bit deep!"