Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The flames in the brazier were raging, but the fire still couldn't illuminate the darkness deep in the room.

A person stood in the darkness, with a red robe covering the instep and a cloak covering the face, only half of the bronze mask with strange patterns was exposed.

Several men kneeling in front of him were dressed as ordinary people, holding wooden trays, in which were stacked a lot of paper pages, torn fabrics and even peeled wall coverings, each of which had eight petals of red lotus printed on it. Some of the patterns are correct, some are scribbled, but they are all made up of blood fingerprints.

"These were left by the brothers in the church before they were arrested to show their devotion to the vacuum and their loyalty to the leader. Some of them were sent to prison, and some were martyred on the spot. Now the foundation of my religion in the capital has been shaken, The loss was heavy, seventy-eight out of ten of the congregation were lost, and there were also traitors who brought Jin Yiwei to wipe out the strongholds after leaving the sect... I implore the leader to report the situation to the leader, and ask the leader to show us a clear way ah!"

Several men paused.

The man in the red robe was silent for a moment, and said in a voice indistinguishable between male and female: "I understand, so I will go to ask the leader for instructions. You wait for the order."

The few people bowed their heads gratefully and retreated.

The red-robed man slowly grabbed the object on the wooden plate that was covered with red lotus blood marks, and threw it into the brazier with his hands raised.

"Piety and loyalty" was quickly reduced to ashes under the lick of fire.

The red-robed man snorted coldly: "Not enough successes, more than failures." Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

In the middle of the night, under a willow tree by the Tonghui River in the outer city, a man in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat was sitting on a rock to fish.

The ghostly figure of the man in the red robe flashed out from behind the tree, walked a foot away from the fisherman, and stopped.

"It's really interesting." The red-robed man said, "The capital is turbulent, and the leader is still in the mood for night fishing."

The man in coir raincoat turned his head, and the side face under the bamboo hat was shrouded in the moonlight reflected on the water, and it seemed to be shining slightly—it was Mr. He.He shook the green bamboo fishing rod lightly, and said in an elegant voice, "Look at the shore of the willows on a bright moonlit night, with sparkling lights, what's the scenery like?"

The man in the red robe seemed to be indifferent to all the romance, and replied dryly: "Okay."

"It's very quiet and beautiful, as if it can cleanse people's hearts, right?"

The man in the red robe didn't respond.

Mr. Crane smiled, and said: "Last July, it was this river that floated hundreds of baby corpses within a few days. So do you think it is beautiful or stinky? Is it quiet? , or noisy?"

"What do you want to say, just say it." The voice of the man in red seemed to come from a cold machine.

Mr. Crane lifted the rod, and a small silver fish twisted and struggled on the hook.He looked at the fish out of the water and said softly: "The river is the river. If you want it to die, it will die; if you want it to ripple, it will ripple. It just depends on how I use."

"Then what are you going to do with the muddy water in the capital right now?" Hongpao said humanely, "The Vacuum Cult has been secretly operating in Beijing for several years and has attracted many congregants, but now because of Su Yan, the situation is gone and the trees are falling and the monkeys are scattered. As the leader, don't you have anything more important to do than fishing and playing machine guns?"

Mr. He unhooked the small fish and threw it into the fish basket: "Didn't the battalion owner already do it for me? First use the 'Shenhuo Flying Crow' to blow up the white flag that Su Yan erected, then use the Seven Killing Battalion to assassinate Su Yan, and finally Didn't they all succeed? Oh, and I lost a meat bun."

Meat buns beat dogs, never return.The man in red knew that he was referring to Tianzi No. 23 assassin—nameless.

Wuming is the most outstanding traitor in the Seven Killing Battalion.He wanted to squeeze out the last bit of use value from the other party, and after capturing it, he poured the secret medicine.Those who take this medicine will become a blood-eyed assassin who has lost his sanity. He only knows how to kill at orders, without exception. Who would have thought that after Su Yan was kidnapped, the other party would break out of the blood-eyed state overnight and become a lackey of Su Yan's family again.

This was his big mistake as the head of the battalion, which can be called a shame. Mr. He said it lightly. The title of "passing the head" in the church. It is neither your subordinate nor a believer. We are a cooperative relationship.

"With the current situation in the capital, I doubt that the Vacuum Sect will be able to recover, let alone complete the plan that was agreed at the beginning. I will report all the matters here to the Lord for decision!"

Mr. Crane stood up, revealing a corner of the white shirt with ink characters from under the coir raincoat woven with bamboo leaves.He held the fish basket in his hand, and said calmly: "He is the one who cooperates with me, and you are not qualified. He sent you to help me and obey my orders, not to let you make your own opinions." It is up to you how you want to report, but all subsequent actions must be obeyed by me."

The man in the red robe didn't speak, only two dots of cold light came out from the mask.

Mr. He smiled and said: "What do you think, Lian Battalion... Lian Qinghan?"

The camp owner remained motionless, like a statue in a red robe, and finally spit out two words from the mask: "Yes."

Mr. Crane tied the fish basket around his waist and inserted the fishing rod obliquely behind his back, just like an ordinary fisherman, walking into the city with wooden clogs.

The camp owner walked behind him not far or near.

The softer wind in the spring night blows on Mr. He's temples, bringing out long strands of hair.He seemed to be chatting with others, but also seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly: "Su Yan is my strong enemy."

The camp owner said: "Shouldn't the strong enemy be eliminated quickly?"

Mr. He said: "In a game of chess, it's hard to meet an evenly matched opponent. Wouldn't it be a pity not to fight heartily for dozens of rounds?"

The camp owner said coldly: "So you are willing to delay the master's great cause just to get enough of your chess addiction? You have already lost two big players in a row, and the chessboard is about to be overturned. At that time, if you don’t say that your own wealth and power are empty, the Lord will definitely be furious, and if I’m punished, don’t say, I’m afraid you won’t have any good fruit to eat.”

Mr. He smiled again, his eyebrows blurred into an ink painting in the hazy moonlight.

"Players, you can't just look at the gains and losses of each move, and give up a corner when necessary to make a big deal. Su Yan is in the limelight now, and he has the emperor's favor and full support. He is full of tricks, and he is very lucky. Time. Since you can’t frustrate him twice in a row, it’s better to avoid his edge first.”

"Avoid the edge? Do you want to give up all of the huge foundation in the capital?"

"That's not the case." Mr. He explained, "After spreading the prophecy rumors, the explosions in the capital and various places on the second day of February are just the second step in building momentum. Even if it succeeds, it will only plant the seeds of panic in the hearts of all living beings. , Let it sprout a little bud and shake the hearts of the royal family. If you want to seize power, you can't just rely on the ignorant and changeable hearts of the people. The first is the prince, and the second is the war.

"First hold the crown prince in your hands, and then let several wars break out at the same time. Under internal and external troubles, you will have a chance to attack Emperor Jinglong.

"The new emperor was ordered in danger, and the lord Shaoguo was suspicious. When people were panicking, he overturned the case to King Xin, and suddenly let 'that matter' go through the brotherhood 13 years ago, through the mouth of the surviving old man of Qin Palace. Go out - the world will surely shake!

"Emperor Jinglong's prestige may not be easily shaken over the years, but what about the new emperor? He's just a kid. If it weren't for the sake of the emperor's heir, who would obey him? If the rumor of the 'pseudo-dragon' spreads all over the world, you say there will be a lot of people inside and outside the court?" There will be no doubts, will the vassal kings of various places be ready to move? At that time—”

Mr. He didn't say any more, the camp owner already understood what to say.

But compared to the future, he valued the present more than the future, so he asked again: "The premise of everything you said lies with the prince. But Zhu Helin's position is very stable. You have been in the Weifu for several months, and you have not seen the second prince." What's the improvement over there, and how to say it?"

Mr. He asked back: "Do you think that the explosion of Baizhifang was just to confirm the prophecy?"

"Is not it?"

"Of course more than that." Mr. He walked slowly towards the inner city stepping on the early spring grass under his feet.

When the two soldiers at the city gate saw him, instead of interrogating him, they opened the city gate and welcomed him in.Mr. He tapped their brows weakly with his fingers, and said, "It will last forever."

The two soldiers were so excited that their eyes filled with tears, they knelt down and replied reverently: "Wanfa vacuum!"

The city gate slowly closed behind him.

Mr. He didn't continue what he said just now, but asked the camp owner: "Su Yan, what do you think?"

The battalion leader said: "Wuwei betrayed the Seven Killing Battalion, both of them will die. If necessary, I can take action myself."

Mr. He smiled slightly and said: "I said that he is very lucky. If you don't believe me, you can try again. I heard that he was injured and fell ill, and he is being raised in his own mansion. If you can kill him directly, you will save me. Lots of things."

The Su Mansion is now surrounded by imperial guards and Jin Yiwei into an iron bucket, and beside him is Wuming, a martial arts master who is familiar with the Seven Killing Battalion techniques.The camp owner thought about it, and felt that if all the remaining assassins of the Seven Killing Battalion were dispatched to hold back the guards, and he personally dealt with Wuming, and then quickly killed Su Yan before the army arrived, there was still a [-] to [-]% chance of winning.

So he said, "Just watch."

Mr. He leisurely added: "Beside Su Yan, there is also King Yu. It is said that the two have a very close relationship."

The battalion owner's footsteps were slightly stagnant: "Zhu Xu was... the leader of the Jingbei Army back then."

"Even Fascinating Soul Feiyin couldn't hold him back, so it can be seen that his skill has not retreated but advanced in the past ten years-adding this, are you really sure to kill Su Yan amidst the heavy guards, and retreat unscathed?"

The camp owner was silent, and then said again: "They can guard for a while, but they can't guard forever. Unless Su Yan stays in a room forever, as long as he shows up, he can find a gap to attack and kill."

"That's right." Mr. He said, "But in this way, wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to make Shen Qi's move? If he knew that Su Yan died at the hands of the Seven Killing Camp, he would definitely become A mad dog will die with us. This person is of great use to me, so I have to keep it first."

The camp leader said: "If you want to bury a dark chess game among the courtiers, it's not that Shen Qi has to."

"Shen Qi's position, temperament, methods, including the entanglement with Su Yan, and Emperor Jing Long's attitude towards him, constitute a delicate triangle, and it is destined that he is more suitable than any courtier to be this dark heart. chess."

Although Mr. He strongly pushed Shen Qi, the camp owner suspected that according to the other party's habit of cunning rabbits and three caves, there must be more than one hidden chess in the court.Only Shen Qi was willing to tell, because she was subdued with the help of the Seven Killing Battalion, so she had to reveal it to him.

This kind of behavior of showing one's hand and hiding one's hand made the camp owner secretly displeased, and even more suspected that he had ulterior motives in the so-called "cooperation" with his master.

But he has no right to torture Mr. He, he can only report everything to him.

Mr. Crane's footsteps seem to be slow and leisurely, but in fact the distance between the steps is astonishing, and he does not know what kind of agility he is using, quite a feeling of "shrinking the ground into an inch".It didn't take long to come to the vicinity of the Marquis of Xian'an, and he said to the camp owner: "This is the end, there is no need to send it off."

Knowing that walking with him all the way was only for cross-examination, who would be harsh to say such a thing?The camp owner sneered and disappeared into the dark alley.

Mr. Crane knocked on the door a few times.The servant who answered the door smiled all over his face when he saw him: "Sir, you're back! With this outfit, did you go fishing by the river?"

Mr. He took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, handed them to him, and said with a gentle smile, "On a whim, I'll trouble you, brother, to open the door for me."

The servant said again and again: "No trouble, no trouble. Sir, the fish basket is heavy, and it seems that the harvest has been quite fruitful."

Mr. He took out a grass carp that was one foot long from the fish basket, and handed it to him: "This is the biggest one, give it to my little brother."

The servant waved his hand: "This is not possible. How can the villain accept the fish that the husband has caught so hard. Why don't the villain take it to the kitchen and use this fish to make supper for the husband?"

"Haven't you heard that drunkards don't want to drink? Similarly, fishing for old people doesn't mean to fish. Take it, and it would be boring to talk about it."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, the servant took the fish and thanked him again and again.

Mr. He walked away in white clothes with a light fish basket in his hand.The servant murmured behind him: "He is really a Bodhisattva-like figure!"

Back in the wing room where he lived, Mr. He went to the wardrobe in the corner, opened the door, and took out the rattan box.

He unlocked the mechanism lock on the box, opened a slit, and then sent the small whitebait that was as wide as a thumb into it one by one.

The fish was still alive, bouncing on the sawdust at the bottom of the box, making a series of rustling and popping noises.But soon, the sound became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared, and calm was restored in the box.

Mr. Crane clasped his hands together and sighed: "All living beings suffer, and hell always exists."

He walked to the shelf in the corner, washed his hands in the basin, wiped them with a white cotton towel, and sat back at the desk.

On a piece of white paper that was spread out, he wrote the word "dust explosion" in elegant handwriting, drew a circle beside it, and wrote the word "lie" inside the circle, and then dried the ink stains.

There is an open box on the desk, and there is a page of blood scriptures in it, as well as the famous prince's "Jixian Wenwen" transcribed by him.Mr. Crane put the newly written papers in together, and closed the lid of the box.

A set of remnants of chess is placed next to it.He picked up the white piece casually, thought of something, lowered his eyes and smiled, and said softly to the opponent who didn't exist in the opposite void: "You played two good moves in a row, now it's my turn."