chewing dragon

Chapter 265: The God of Xielu Duwei and Longevity Palace
After Ji Xia Lao Jing swore his promise, he remembered what Qi Jingzhi had said to Yongmen Di before, and immediately offered to join him very discerningly: "The Ying Lieutenant came to the capital for the first time. I think he still doesn't recognize where the official office of Gouchen Court is. Lao Jing will lead the way for you!"

While it was talking, it wanted to reach out to hold Bannu's reins, but found that there was no such thing on the black and white tiger-striped beast, so it had to smile, turned around and walked ahead.

Qi Jingzhi naturally signaled Bannu to follow him, and he finally had time to take a good look at the majestic atmosphere of the capital of Qi.

In fact, as long as the so-called "weird powers and chaos" were not involved, Master Meng was happy to tell the children in his private school about his travels and stories about the world. Qi Jingzhi heard such descriptions from him more than once.

"There are three hundred villages in Linzi, where the sleeves are stretched like a cloud, the sweat is like rain, and we are shoulder to shoulder..."

"On the way to Linzi, the hubs of carriages hit each other and people shouldered each other. The folds of folds formed a curtain, the lifted sleeves formed a screen, and the sweat turned into rain. The family was strong and prosperous, and the ambition was high."

This is talking about the densely populated and prosperous scene of Qi State on the banks of the Zihe River.

"Linzi is very rich and prosperous, and its people are all good at playing the yu, playing the harp, building, playing the harp, fighting cocks, running dogs, playing six games, and playing cuju..."

This means that the people in the capital have both money and leisure. As wealthy idlers, they have all kinds of ways to entertain themselves.This is the one that the children in Songling County who have never seen the world yearn for the most.

So, when this grand scene of humanity that he had heard many times but could never imagine was truly revealed in front of his eyes, the young man finally understood what it means to "crowd shoulders with one another", what it means to "sweat into rain", and what it means to "raise high aspirations and high aspirations".

Fortunately, whether it was the black and white tiger-striped beast or the golden token on the young man's waist, it undoubtedly had a shocking effect on people's hearts. No matter how high-spirited the people in the capital were or how crowded they were on the street, Qi Jingzhi didn't notice it. There was no crowding at all, and there was plenty of room in the front, rear, left and right.

However, that was all. The people on the street had long been accustomed to seeing the big world. After expressing their awe appropriately, they never really stayed away and were still busy with their own business and fun.

Along the way, the sounds of yu, harp, zhu, qin and other music were heard endlessly, attracting many people to stop and listen. Not to mention the gambling places with lottery jackpots, which were even more crowded with spectators. Just a moment ago, many spectators and gamblers were still staring. , hold your breath and concentrate, you can hear the drop of needles all over the place, and the next moment suddenly there is a wave of sound, chickens crowing, dogs barking, people shouting and horses neighing, clapping, stamping of feet, cheers, curses, shaking the roof tiles, and boiling. sky.

Qi Jingzhi happened to see a store plaque with the words "Yongmen Qin Store" written on it. He immediately asked Jixia Laojing curiously: "Is this Yongmen family... very powerful in the capital?"

After all, Jixia Laojing is a spirit with many years of experience. Not only does he have sharp ears and eyes, he can take Qi Jingzhi's expressions and words into his heart, and he can also clearly send his own reply to the young man's ears: "Well... I came to Laojing to inquire about the news. It costs money, but the Yongmen family is a big family in the city, especially in the West City. The battalion captain can get a lot of information from just anyone, so the younger ones won't accept money without conscience."

Qi Jingzhi laughed when he heard this, because the other party's words were clearly asking for money.

However, Jixia Laojing did not hide his philistineness and cunningness. It seems that as he said before, the so-called job of Jixia Supervisory Market is really just a false name, and his true job is still to be a mediator in Jixia Ghost Market, pull fibers, and eat for two families. Broker Yalang.

In fact, there are also such well-informed and wild urban foxes and rats in Songling County. In order to facilitate the delivery of goods into the city, Qi Jingzhi often uses mountain goods to curry favor with the veteran gatekeepers, so he knows best how to deal with such people.

So, with reluctant eyes, he took out a mountain coin and threw it to Jixia Laojing.

"Oh, that's a lot! I'll give you a reward from Lord Xie Yingwei!"

Jixia Laojing's eyes were so venomous that he tightly held the mountain money in his palm and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the two of them were far away from the "Yongmen Qin Shop", this guy who seemed to be miserable, honest and easy to bully said: "There are three gates to the west of the capital, Yongmen is in the middle, Shenmen is in the north, and Jimen is in the south. .”

"The Yongmen family is derived from the surname Jiang. It was originally the queen of King Qing and the clan of Jiang Qi. Later, the bloodline gradually became estranged from the direct lineage of the king of the country, so they branched off. Because they lived near Yongmen, they named their surname after the place. They are one of the most powerful families in the west of the city."

"You have also seen Mr. Di from Yongmen. He is considered an ancestor among the spirits in the west of the city, but he is just a retainer of the Yongmen clan."

Qi Jingzhi nodded lightly when he heard the words. Since it is the country of 2000 years old and the capital of the nine ancestors, this city will naturally have aristocratic families who live with the country and live with the city.

He immediately asked out of curiosity: "Are there any outstanding figures in the Yongmen clan today?"

Ji Xia Lao Jing's face showed an expression that was hard to explain: "The Yongmen family has passed away in recent years. Two generations of family heads, father and son, fought for the country and died in the fields. They were all buried with the honor of a military prince by the king."

"Most of the outstanding clansmen of the same generation as these two military princes also died in the battle. It can be said that the whole family has been wiped out, so that the current heads of the family are only young people and half-grown children."

"The current head of the Yongmen family is the only surviving member of the main lineage. His name is Yongmen Zizhou. He is young and has a distinguished appearance. However, he is unwilling to inherit his father's military legacy. Instead, he is famous in the capital for being good at playing the piano. .”

"It is said that after listening to his qin music, the king burst into tears on the spot and said to his left and right: "Zi Zhou moved his palace slowly, waved his feathers slightly, and finally composed the music. When the few people heard it, they saw that the heaven and earth were no longer as small as a finger, and they forgot Death and life, in a trance, it is like seeing the Jishi era when the country is destroyed and the city is destroyed, the ancestral temples are in ruins, the ancestors have lost their blood and food, the palaces are deserted, and they are all used as pastures on Qiaoshan Mountain!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi's lips curled up with a sarcastic arc: "Playing such a mournful song for the country's subjugation in front of the king, Yongmenzi Zhou was not beheaded on the spot?

Jixia Laojin shook his head: "It is rumored that when Yongmenzi Zhou heard the comments of the king, he immediately thought of his father and ancestors who died in the battlefield. He was worried about the decline of the family and the decline of the ancestral industry. He immediately suppressed himself in grief and cried on the ground. The mourning continued for a long time, and everyone who heard it burst into tears."

"The ruler of the country was in great mourning. He personally lowered his rank to help Zhou, the son of Yongmen. He stroked his back and took a deep breath. He said: How can I rely on a thousand years of wealth? What a pity that Yongmen's harp is good! The descendants of loyal and heroic officials are so sad. Although I have little virtue, , how can we tolerate the death of the Yongmen family?"

"Then the emperor issued an edict on the spot. Zhou Yin, the son of Yongmen, was granted the title of Marquis of Le'an, and was granted the title of Lieutenant of the Xielu of Taichang Temple. He was responsible for correcting the music and harmonizing the rules."

Speaking of this, even Ji Xia Lao Jing couldn't hide his sigh: "Well, if it wasn't like this, with the status of Mr. Yongmen, how could he leave a good retainer of the Yongmen family undeserved and spend all day in the west of the city? Busy and busy in the ancient streets and alleys?"

After hearing this, Qi Jingzhi was walking in the bustling market, but he felt chills in his heart.

He was silent for a long time, and then spoke again: "Let's put aside the Yongmen clan. I see that you know very well about the goings-on in the court, whether it is related to the Second Northern Expansion, Gaohutan, Anfeng Hou, or King Huan. How much do you know about the old palace?"

Jixia Laojing was dumbfounded by Qi Jingzhi's question.

It looked at the young man with suspicion: "Could it be that Mr. Yingwei still has the desire to silence the young man and wants to accuse him of making irresponsible remarks about government affairs and kill him? When I mentioned the matter of the Yongmen clan and Le'an Hou just now, They only recounted the events, and they didn’t even say a word about the government affairs!”

Qi Jingzhi's lips curled up: "That's it for the first two things. King Huan's old palace is not involved in government affairs, right?"

Jixia Laojin quickly shook his head: "Although it does not involve government affairs, it is related to the late king. How can I dare to talk nonsense? Besides..." it paused: "Besides, the money you gave me before was not enough!"

Qi Jing was startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh: "You are a good judge of goods, but I still have some use for buying mountain money, so I don't dare to squander it too much."

In his opinion, the Rhyme of Linde Mountain contained in the mountain coins can not only be used to induce Kong Qing, but may also have a miraculous effect on the Lengshan Dragon Corpse in the future. Naturally, most of them should be kept for emergencies, but instead this The young master of Linshan must not follow him to the north, otherwise if something goes wrong, he will have no face to see Senior Mandrill.

Qi Jingzhi thought for a while, turned his hands and took out a prison uniform that smelled of rotting flesh: "What do you think of this?"

When Jixia Laojin saw this prison uniform at first glance, his expression became more and more miserable. He just said that he didn't look at the almanac when he went out today. He was afraid that he would be thrown into the newly opened Gouchenyuan prison by this young battalion and become the first one among them. Guest now.

Fortunately, it has good eyesight after all, and it quickly noticed the peculiarity of this prison uniform, and a bright light flashed in its eyes: "Is this... the remains of the deceased's clothing?"

Among the four dead bodies, this prison uniform is undoubtedly the most unlucky and least pleasing.

Qi Jingzhi threw it to Jixia Laojing nonchalantly and said straightforwardly: "First of all, let me tell you that this thing is not for you, but will be given to you to sell on your behalf in exchange for the essence of the moon, or maybe It is the essence of the Seven Treasures of Buddhism.”

"There is more than one ghost market in the capital. I can find out the rough prices of the above-mentioned things by asking a little bit. As long as there is a big difference with the market price, no matter how much difference you make from this transaction, it will be I don’t ask anything about your abilities.”

To be honest, Zen Master Zhenjue and Peng Yuanbao would probably not want things like corpses and clothes of the dead, so it would be a good idea to sell them in the ghost market.

At that moment, I saw the market supervisor of Jixia Ghost Market blinking his eyes, trying his best to hide the salivation in his eyes.

It frowned and hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly agreed. While folding the prison clothes quickly, it also bargained habitually: "So that I can teach you, sir, the remains of this deceased man's clothes..."

"Based on the quality alone, it's just passable. Unfortunately, it's a prison uniform. It's a bit unlucky after all. I can't guarantee whether it can be sold, how soon it can be sold, and what price it can be sold for."

"Oh? Not necessarily?"

Qi Jingzhi glanced at Ji Xia Lao Jing with a smile but not a smile, and said leisurely: "The hatred of suffering and the resentment of violent death cling to his clothes, sitting up and down as if he were alive. They are cold in nature, pungent in taste, and non-toxic. They accumulate depleted energy and carry the soul of the dead. .”

"Bad luck is only for living people. If it were for spirits and ghosts... wouldn't it be that the more unlucky the better? I can't say that this prison uniform is the best among the clothes of the dead, but it's not as bad as you said. Isn’t it unbearable?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Jixia Laojin, the city supervisor, had a pale face, looking pitiful as if he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. His waist also bent a little: "What Mr. Yingwei said makes sense!"

"Indeed, there are many spirits and ghosts who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy the remains of a deceased person's clothing to warm their souls. There are also many buyers who are reluctant to bear the death of their relatives and use this thing to retain the souls of the dead."

"Then there are those ghosts and gods who buy them back to honor their ancestors, or the ghosts and gods who have a lot of money use them to reward their underworld servants... In short, things like the clothes of the dead have always been extremely popular in the ghost market."

"Is this so..." Qi Jingzhi sighed secretly.

He had never thought before that these unlucky and useless clothes of the dead could have so many uses.

Then, the young camp captain curled his lips and said, "Although I have never been to the Ghost Market in the Royal Capital, and I have never seen the clothes of the dead sold there, but I'm afraid there aren't many that are as good as mine, right?" Again, you can make a profit on the price difference, but you have to refer to the real market price and don’t mess with your conscience.”

"Oh, you are really knowledgeable! Old Jing, I am too blind to recognize real people. I will never dare to play tricks in front of adults in the future!"

Jixia Laojin was about to cry: "Let me tell you the truth, there are not many clothes left by the deceased in such perfect condition. It is simply unheard of and unseen! Even if it doesn't want to live and commits suicide, it will always be It should leave some traces, but this one doesn’t even have a break in it! Just because of this one piece, the price doubled because I was so careful!”

After some probing and back-and-forth, Qi Jingzhi finally nodded and found a place for this useless thing that he despised. At the same time, Jixia Laojing also negotiated a deal, and everyone was happy.

The Jixia Supervisor held the precious prison uniform in his arms, and then said sincerely: "The few things that the Ying Lieutenant asked about before involve several recent major affairs of the imperial court. I really don't know. , let alone asking rashly, there are really too many eyes in this city, both overt and covert!"

"As for King Huan's old palace, I also know very little. The only thing is that there is an ancestor sitting on the King Huan's platform and in the Shou Palace!"

"Ancestor?"

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but feel surprised: "A weird ancestor like Yongmen Di and Mrs. Wei?"

Jixia Laojing nodded and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's even more extravagant than them!"

"The essence of the ancient court, whose name is like a doctor, is dressed in blue and has big ears, and he calls him to make people suitable for the king and general!"

"As long as the battalion captain can win the favor of Patriarch Ba, it will be no problem to become a general or even a lord of cracking earth in the future! Hey, for his sake, he is not so much the elite of the old palace, but the longevity palace. God!"

Seeing Ji Xia Lao Jing's face full of yearning and admiration, Qi Jingzhi actually wanted to ask, from which book did you, the one on the left and the other on the right, read this?Could it be that like the almanac, every household in the royal capital has one?

"The essence of the imperial court, the god of the longevity palace... make people suitable for kings and generals..."

The young battalion officer's thoughts were transferred over the phone, and he already understood why the king transferred King Huan's old palace to Gouchen Courtyard. It turned out that there was another reason.

Look, it's the spirits who know the spirits best. Previously, Lishan Guangye only said that Huanwang Terrace was empty and conducive to garrisoning troops, but he didn't expect the God of Longevity Palace.

"In this way, even if Lord Langya is not in the capital, there is no need to worry that the Gouchen Courtyard will be leaderless and unpresidential."

(End of this chapter)