My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

As the dawn fell, the outline of the Dashang Palace gradually emerged from the sky. ,

The palace walls are towering, like a giant guarding this ancient land, silent and firm. As the sun rises, the glazed tiles on the palace walls begin to reflect a faint silver glow, as if they are countless stars inlaid in the night sky.

The palace gate slowly opened, and the guards, wearing armor and holding spears, stood solemnly on both sides. Their eyes were like torches, alert to the movements around them, ensuring the safety of the palace.

Passing through the palace gate, there is a wide stone road, with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides. They sway gently in the night wind, making a rustling sound, accompanied by the occasional cry of night birds in the distance, forming a quiet tune.

Walking along the stone road, palaces are scattered in the palace. Each palace has its own unique architectural style, either magnificent or exquisite and elegant.

Under the eaves of the palace, strings of lanterns are hung. They sway gently in the night breeze, emitting soft light, illuminating every corner of the palace.

Walking into the palace, you can see exquisite murals and carvings hanging on the walls, and gorgeous carpets on the ground, embroidered with various patterns, including dragons and phoenixes, and flowers blooming for wealth. Each one is ingenious and beautiful.

In the center of the palace is a spacious hall. In the center of the hall is a huge dragon chair, which is a symbol of royal power and the core of the entire palace.

Surrounding the dragon chair are rows of carved pillars, which support the high dome. The dome is painted with complex patterns, each of which is full of mystery and solemnity.

As the sky gradually brightens, the lights in the palace gradually go out, and the whole palace is immersed in a tranquility.

Only the occasional knocking of the night watchman breaks the silence of the early morning, reminding people of the passage of time.

However, even under the cover of morning light, the palace of the Great Shang Dynasty still exudes its unique charm, which makes people admire it.

Bi Gan walked out of the palace slowly, and his mood along the way was complicated and difficult to describe. His eyes were firm, but his steps were a little heavy.

Outside the palace, Yin Pobai, the commander of the Golden Armor Guard, was leading a team of elite soldiers. Their eyes were full of worry and uneasiness, and they were obviously caught off guard by the sudden change.

Bi Gan stood still, took a deep breath, and slowly said to the commander of the Golden Armor Guard: "Everyone, your majesty was assassinated and the government was in chaos.

Your majesty's children and heirs disappeared several years ago. In order to stabilize the government, I, Bi Gan, will succeed to the throne and appease the people."

The commander of the Golden Armor Guard was stunned, and then a trace of relief and admiration flashed in his eyes.

He knew Bi Gan's virtue and prestige, and understood what this decision meant. He immediately knelt down and saluted, saying in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, we are here to see the new king, and we are willing to serve him until death!"

The soldiers behind him also knelt down, with relieved smiles on their faces.

The debauchery and cruelty of Emperor Xin had long made them dissatisfied, and now they heard that Bigan would succeed to the throne, and the depression in their hearts was finally released.

The news soon spread beyond the palace walls. When the people of Chaoge heard the news, they all looked grief-stricken on the surface, but in fact, everyone's heart was filled with joy like the long-suppressed spring water.

In the market, the vendors talked in low voices. Although they said words like "Your Majesty's death is really a great disaster", their eyes could not hide their excitement.

In the alleys, the people gathered together, pretending to cry, but actually exchanging satisfied looks with each other.

"Have you heard? Bigan is going to succeed to the throne!" An old man trembled in his voice, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"Yes, Lord Bigan has always been kind. If he can become king, our people's lives may be better." A middle-aged woman wiped her tears, but couldn't help but smile.

The children chased and played in the streets. Although they didn't quite understand what was going on, they laughed when they saw the expressions of the adults.

Every corner of Chaoge, whether it was high-rise buildings or fireworks, was quietly changing under the influence of this news.

Although no one celebrated publicly, the long-suppressed joy was quietly sprouting like the coming spring.

And Bigan, standing in front of the tall dragon throne in the palace, his eyes were firm and deep. Although he had thousands of thoughts in his heart, he knew that he had to be strong for the future of Dashang and the hope of countless people.

He will shoulder this heavy responsibility, and no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will not back down.

The nine-room hall was full of vitality and magnificent.

Bigan, wearing a gorgeous imperial robe, walked slowly to the high throne, his eyes revealed a calm and steady look.

With a crisp order, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt down in unison, touching their heads to the ground, and called out in unison: "Your Majesty!"

Bigan nodded slightly, signaling the ministers to stand up. His eyes swept over the crowd, feeling the awe and expectation in their eyes.

At this moment, he was not only a monarch, but also a symbol of an era, a leader that the people wanted.

Suddenly, a minister in a scarlet brocade robe stepped forward. He was a famous wise man in the court, known as the "pillar of the country."

After he bowed, his voice was a little worried: "Your Majesty, who is the assassin? Do you have any clues now?"

Bigan frowned slightly, and answered in a deep voice: "There is no definite clue about the identity of the assassin. I have ordered the palace guards to step up the investigation and will not let go of any clues."

The ministers exchanged worried glances, visibly disturbed by the news.

At this moment, another minister stood up, with a hint of suspicion in his voice: "Yesterday, the late emperor invited the owners of Yang's business to the palace for a banquet. I wonder if it has anything to do with them?"

Yang's firm is well-known in Chaoge and even the entire Great Shang Kingdom. Their business network spreads all over the country and has huge influence.

As soon as the minister's words came out, there was a murmur of discussion.

Bigan took a deep breath, and his voice was firm and clear: "I understand your doubts. However, Yang's firm has a deep cooperative relationship with the imperial court, and they have no reason for the assassination.

I will personally investigate this matter and will never allow any injustice to happen. "

After hearing Bigan's words, the doubts in the minds of the ministers seemed to be relieved, but some still looked worried.

Bigan knew that this uneasiness would not dissipate easily, and he must find the real "murderer" as soon as possible to face the truth.

The ministers bowed and left one after another. Bigan sat alone on the throne, but his heart was in turmoil.

At the same time, in the study room of Yang Ling's home, the incense burner was humming, and the tea soup in the white porcelain cup was steaming gently in front of the two of them.

Jiang Ziya's brows were furrowed, and he tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, looking a little anxious.

"Once the King of Humans dies, the Great Shang Dynasty will be in dire straits, and all religions will not sit idly by." Jiang Ziya raised his head, his eyes revealing deep worries.

Yang Ling took a sip of tea, but his expression was extremely calm, and there was a trace of unquestionable determination in his voice: "It doesn't matter, let them come.

The top priority now is to help Bigan stabilize the situation. "

Jiang Ziya sighed. He knew Yang Ling's abilities, but the current situation was complicated, and even he felt unprecedented pressure.

"It's very difficult. I'm afraid that Master Wen Zhongwen, who is fighting the rebellion on the front line, will be the first to fight back to Chaoge when he hears the news."

Yang Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he slowly put down the teacup, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Although Taishi Wen is famous, he is not without his weaknesses. We can take the first step to stabilize the forces in the DPRK and use calm to stop it."

Jiang Ziya's brows relaxed slightly. He knew that Yang Ling never spoke lightly. Since he was so confident, he must have a reason.

"Then in your opinion, how should we act?"

Yang Ling stood up, walked to a corner of the study, took out a roll of maps from the secret box, and spread it on the table.

"Bigan's succession will inevitably cause some voices of dissatisfaction. We need to first appease those ministers who may have dissent. At the same time, we must also pay close attention to the trends in various places to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos."

Jiang Ziya nodded. He knew that this was a protracted struggle and every step must be taken cautiously.

"I understand, I will make arrangements immediately."

The two people's eyes met on the map. It was a silent communication, full of trust and tacit understanding.

Although Yang Ling's plan is bold, in this turbulent era, perhaps this kind of boldness is needed to stabilize the situation.

After Bigan succeeded to the throne, his prestige was as high as ever. After all, he was of orthodox royal blood and was deeply popular among the people.

After he came to power, he immediately abolished all the tyranny of the Emperor Xin period, implemented benevolent policies for the people, reduced taxes, opened granaries and released grain. He also paid special attention to the lives of the poor, ordering officials to go deep into the people, understand the people's conditions, and solve the people's sufferings.

Everyone in the government and the public was rejoicing.

Bigan's reputation also rose, and he became the popular aspiration of the great merchants.

In such an atmosphere, Bigan summoned Jiang Ziya, hoping that this wise man could become an official in the court and assist him in governing the country.

Jiang Ziya was invited to the hall, and Bigan greeted him personally, expressing his hopes sincerely.

However, Jiang Ziya declined the proposal. He said: "Your Majesty, my heart is about fishing and woodcutter. I am willing to find the true meaning of life in the rivers and lakes, and I do not want to be restricted by the court."

After hearing this, Bigan felt regretful, but he also respected Jiang Ziya's persistence.

He did not force it, but said affectionately: "Mr. Jiang, I deeply admire your talent and wisdom. If one day you have your heart set on something, the court will welcome you back at any time."

Later, Bigan discussed with Jiang Ziya the current difficulties facing the country.

The national treasury was empty and military expenditures were insufficient. The court urgently needed a sum of money and food to stabilize the situation.

After hearing this, Jiang Ziya pondered for a moment, and then agreed to the request to lend money and food. He said, "Your Majesty, although I will not serve as an official in the court, I see that the great Shang country is in such trouble, so I am willing to do my little bit."

After hearing this, Bigan felt relieved and thanked him repeatedly.

He knew that with Jiang Ziya's help, Dashang would be able to survive the crisis.

The two agreed on the specific details of the loan. Jiang Ziya did not ask for excessive interest. Everything was for the sake of the country's stability.

With the help of Jiang Ziya, Bigan stabilized the court and appeased the people. The Shang Dynasty gradually regained its vitality, and the streets of Chaoge were once again filled with laughter.

Bigan's benevolent government made him famous far and wide, and he became a wise king who was praised by everyone.

…

When the first ray of morning sunlight penetrated the mist, the frontline battlefield northeast of Dashang had awakened.

Urged by war drums, the soldiers walked out of the simple tents, with perseverance and determination etched on their faces.

The armor shone coldly in the morning sun, and the spears and swords and halberds were clenched in their hands, ready for the coming battle.

In the enemy's formation in the distance, the war flags fluttered in the wind, representing different vassal states and tribes.

The soldiers were arranged in their respective formations, some holding shields and long swords, some carrying bows and arrows, and some driving chariots, ready to charge at the general's command.

With the roar of the war drums, the two armies began to slowly approach.

The air was filled with tension and killing, the war horses neighed, and the soldiers' breathing became rapid. The generals rode on their horses, their eyes like lightning, examining the movements of the enemy army and looking for opportunities.

Suddenly, a horn sounded, and the battle officially broke out.

The chariot rushed towards the enemy formation like thunder, the wheels rolled, and the dust flew.

The archers pulled the bowstrings to the full, and the arrows shot at the enemy like raindrops, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The spearmen and swordsmen followed closely behind, shouting war trumpets, waving weapons, and engaging in fierce close combat with the enemy.

On the battlefield, metal and iron clashed, and blood and flesh flew. Soldiers fought between life and death. Every swing of the sword and every stab could be the dividing line between life and death.

The sound of war drums, shouts, and the collision of weapons intertwined to form a tragic war song.

In this life-and-death struggle, some soldiers fell, their bodies covered with mud and blood, but their bravery and sacrifice inspired more comrades to continue fighting.

The generals led the way, wielding long swords and killing the enemy, showing unparalleled bravery.

As the battle progressed, the sun gradually rose, and the sunlight shone on the battlefield, dyeing the blood and dust into a golden color.

There were more and more corpses on the battlefield, but the battle was not over yet.

The soldiers had forgotten their fatigue, and they only had the enemy and victory in their eyes.

Finally, after a long and fierce battle, the battle gradually subsided.

The rebels retreated back to the city again, leaving only some old and weak soldiers to quietly clean up the mess and prepare for the next battle.

On the battlefield, only the battle flags were left fluttering in the wind, as if telling the tragic and heroic nature of the battle.

In Wen Zhong's tent, the torches flickered, casting his shadow on the tent, changing unpredictably.

He sat at the table, his eyes as sharp as torches, examining the sand table in front of him, planning the next military action.

Suddenly, a trusted soldier hurried into the tent, holding a heavy secret letter in his hand.

"Grandmaster, an urgent secret letter from Chaoge."

The soldier knelt down and handed over the letter.

Wen Zhong took the letter, opened it quickly, and glanced at the secret letter. As the words came into his eyes, his face turned livid, his fists clenched, and his veins bulged.

The news in the letter was like a bolt from the blue. Emperor Xin died, Bigan succeeded to the throne, and the court changed. Everything was beyond his expectations.

"Bigan, you dare to usurp the throne!" His voice was low and full of murderous intent, and every word revealed uncontrollable anger.

He firmly believed that Bigan must have colluded with the Yang family business, so he took advantage of this critical moment and usurped the throne.

As a minister entrusted with the care of the orphan and the current Grand Master, he could not tolerate such a thing happening.

"Pass the order down, reorganize the army, and we will return to the court immediately!" Wen Zhong stood up and gave the order decisively.

The deputy general hurried forward, looking worried: "Grand Master, Bigan has always been loyal, this matter may not be simple, is there any misunderstanding?"

Wen Zhong stopped, turned around, and his eyes pierced the deputy general's heart like lightning: "Misunderstanding? Even if there is a misunderstanding, he cannot succeed to the throne without authorization!"

The deputy general saw that Wen Zhong's expression eased a little, so he took the opportunity to persuade: "Grand Master, if Bigan really had other intentions, why wait until today? Besides, Chaoge is now stable and the people live in peace. If we lead the troops back to the court at this time, it may cause unnecessary chaos."

Wen Zhong was silent for a moment, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided. He knew that what the deputy general said was true. He sat back at the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop, his doubts in his heart like a tangled mess.

"What do you think?" Wen Zhong's voice was low, revealing a trace of fatigue.

The deputy general saw this and hurried forward, whispering: "Grandmaster, why not send a secret envoy to the court first to find out the truth. If Bi Gan really has a different intention, we can plan it later."

Wen Zhong pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I will do as you say. But if there is any falsehood, I will not forgive it!"

The deputy general promised and immediately went to prepare for the secret envoy.

Wen Zhong returned to the sand table, looking at the flag representing Chaoge with complicated eyes, and the waves in his heart could not help but rise again.

After a little thought, Wen Zhong briefly explained, then he left the tent and jumped onto the back of the black unicorn.

The black unicorn neighed, soared into the air, and headed straight for Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea. The body of this mythical beast exudes a deep black light, and its eyes flash with the light of wisdom.

In the midst of the wind and lightning, the waves were split apart, as if a road leading directly to the Heavenly Lord was opened.

Jin'ao Island, the base camp of Jiejiao, ten Heavenly Lords gathered here, they sat around a round table, discussing the general situation of the world.

Wen Zhong's arrival broke the tranquility here, and the Heavenly Lords stood up one after another to show respect.

"Wen Daoyou, I wonder what you have to say on this trip?" Qin Wan Tianjun spoke first, with a hint of unnoticeable solemnity in his voice.

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with a trace of eagerness: "Qin Tianjun, I want to know the truth about Emperor Xin's death and the current situation of the Shang Dynasty."

Qin Wan Tianjun nodded, his eyes swept across Wen Zhong's face, as if looking for some kind of answer: "We have investigated clearly that it was Yang Ling, a disciple of the Human Religion, who killed Emperor Xin. Now, the fate of the Shang Dynasty is closely linked to the fate of the Human Religion, I am afraid it is no coincidence."

When Wen Zhong heard this, he clenched his fists and rage burned in his chest: "The Human Cult! It is indeed their conspiracy! Bigan is just a pawn being used!"

His anger was like a raging flame, almost igniting the air around him.

The ten heavenly kings looked at each other. They knew Wen Zhong's character. Once he made a decision, he would be thunderous and unstoppable.

Lord Qin Wantian said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, if this matter is really what you said, then the situation in Dashang may be even more complicated.

Although our Jiejiao sect has differences with other people's religion, we will not sit idly by and ignore it. "

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with coldness: "Qin Tianjun, I have decided that I must return to the court immediately to expose all this and let the world know the truth!"

Other heavenly kings also expressed their support. They knew that this storm was not only related to the future of Dashang, but also to the balance of the three religions.

"Fellow Taoist is wise." Lord Qin Wantian nodded in praise, his eyes shining with the light of strategy.

Wen Zhong didn't say anything more. He knew that time was running out and every moment of delay might make the situation even more unfavorable.

He turned around and mounted Mo Qilin, preparing to return to Chaoge and uncover the truth of the conspiracy.

Mo Qilin neighed again, soared into the sky, and soared into the sky.

Wen Zhong's figure flashed across the sky, like a black lightning, speeding towards Dashang.

Bai Litianjun stood up, his face solemn, and there was an unquestionable determination in his voice: "This matter is of great importance. We must report it to the leader as soon as possible so that we can make early preparations."

Upon hearing this, Lord Qin Wantian nodded slightly, but then he frowned and said distressedly: "The gate of Biyou Palace has not been opened for a long time. The leader is practicing in seclusion and does not care about outside affairs. If you want to report this matter, it may not be easy. "

Bai Litianjun's eyes became more determined. He looked around at the Tianjuns present, and then said slowly: "The matter is urgent, and the fate of the country and the people's hearts depend on this move.

We cannot give up just because it is difficult to meet the leader. We must try, even if it is a thousand difficulties and dangers, we must go to Biyou Palace. "

Hearing this, the other Heavenly Lords nodded one after another. They knew that the situation in front of them had reached an emergency and they had to take extraordinary measures.

Therefore, Baili Tianjun took the lead, followed by other Tianjuns, and went to Biyou Palace together, hoping to break the rules and ask to see the leader.

Biyou Palace is located above the clouds, surrounded by clouds and mist, with a misty fairy spirit. The palace door is tightly closed, like a paradise, free from the fireworks of the world.

The heavenly kings came to the palace gate. Baili Tianjun took a deep breath, and then called out loudly: "The leader is here, please accept the disciples' worship! There is a big event today, which affects the safety of the three religions. I hope the leader will open the door and see you!"

The sound echoed in the clouds, as if there was an invisible force that penetrated the palace gate and spread into the depths of Biyou Palace.

However, a long time passed, and the palace door was still closed, without any response.

The heavenly kings were anxious, but they also knew that they could not act rashly, so they had to wait quietly outside the palace gate, hoping that the leader would feel their sincerity and urgency.

Time passed by, the sun gradually set in the west, and the clouds on the horizon became colorful.

Just when everyone was about to lose their patience, the gate of Biyou Palace suddenly made a slight noise.

The door slowly opened, and a figure walked out of the palace. It was an old man with an immortal spirit. There was a deep light in his eyes, like a wise man who could see everything in the world.

"Bai Li, you are here." The old man's voice was calm and distant, as if it had existed in this world since ancient times.

Upon seeing this, Heavenly Lord Bai Li and all the Heavenly Lords hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Greetings to Senior Brother Wuyunxian!"

Wu Yunxian waved his hand slightly, indicating for them to get up: "Get up, tell me, what is so urgent that you come here to ask for help?"

Bai Litianjun stood up and reported everything to Wuyunxian about the close connection between the destiny of the Great Shang Dynasty and the destiny of the People's Religion, as well as Wen Zhong's eagerness.

After hearing this, Wu Yunxian was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "This matter really cannot be underestimated. I will personally convey it to the leader."

When Baili Tianjun and all the heavenly princes heard his reply, the stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

…

The Kunlun Mountains are towering, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the Yuxu Palace is full of aura, like a fairyland.

Yuqing Saint Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of the Chan Cult, is sitting on the high platform, with a solemn posture and extraordinary bearing.

To his left and right stood the deputy leader, Taoist Ran Deng, and the disciples. Their eyes were all focused on Yuanshi Tianzun, waiting for instructions.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes swept over every disciple present, and then slowly spoke: "An incident happened in Chaoge, Emperor Xin fell, Bigan succeeded to the throne, the fate of the Shang Dynasty and the destiny of the People's Religion are closely connected. Behind all this, There must be something fishy."

The disciples present nodded one after another. They all heard about Chaoge's situation, but they were all waiting for further instructions from Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly and continued: "What do you think about this?"

Taoist Manjusri, with his erudition and wisdom, was the first to stand up. His voice was clear and firm: "Master, this move of the Human Cult is obviously deliberate and evil. They are trying to control the world by taking advantage of the national destiny of the great merchants. This is against the three A serious threat to teaching balance.”

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded, expressing his agreement with Taoist Manjusri's view, and then turned to Taoist Ran Deng: "Randeng, what do you think?"

Taoist Ran Deng pondered for a moment and then said: "Master, what Manjusri said is absolutely true. If the human religion's move is not stopped in time, it may cause greater chaos.

The destruction of the Shang Dynasty and the rise of the Zhou Dynasty were destiny. It is our duty to explain and teach in accordance with the way of heaven, and we must not sit idly by and ignore it. "

Yuanshi Tianzun then turned his gaze to Jade Ding Zhenren, with a hint of expectation between his brows.

Jade Ding Zhenren stood up, with a hint of disdain in his voice: "Yang Ling is a cunning and ruthless person. His ambition is not only to control the Shang Dynasty, but more likely to shake the foundation of our Chan Sect.

We must take action to safeguard justice in the world."

Taiyi Zhenren also spoke immediately, his tone even more severe: "Yang Ling, a disciple of this sect, has always acted in secret. This time he dared to assassinate Emperor Xin, which is really a heinous crime."

When the disciples heard the two Zhenren's remarks, they all expressed their agreement, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

Yuanshi Tianzun listened to the disciples' speeches, frowned slightly, he knew that this matter was by no means a trivial matter, and he had to do something.

He took a deep breath and stood up slowly, his voice full of supreme majesty: "If that's the case, then we can't just sit back and watch.

All the disciples will go down the mountain to assist Xiqi, help it destroy Shang and rebuild the world order."

After hearing this, Jade Ding Zhenren and Taiyi Zhenren immediately bowed their hands and promised: "Follow the order of the master!"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the other disciples present again: "This action is of great importance, you all prepare yourself and must not make mistakes. Remember, our goal is not to fight for power, but to maintain the way of heaven and protect the people."

All the disciples stood up one by one and said in unison: "Follow the order of the master, we will not let you down!"

Afterwards, Jade Ding Zhenren, Taiyi Zhenren and other Jinxian of the Chan Sect prepared to go down the mountain to Xiqi.