Goose Three Kingdoms

Chapter 648 Three Golden Pills
At night, rain fell in the mountains.

The mountain breeze was cool and the campfire was crackling inside the tent.

Lying on a pile of cypress branches and leaves, the black bear was still frightened.

If the error is bigger, you will really kill yourself.

A thirty-ton iron hammer dropped from a height of sixty or seventy miles...it's no different from a meteorite.

When I have accumulated more white magic power in the future, perhaps I can refine an iron mountain weighing hundreds of tons. I heard that Australia is not short of such open-air treasures.

By then, it should have no problem descending from the outer layer of the atmosphere and hitting the Himalayas.

I was so scared that I couldn't sleep, so I spread out the drawing paper and started drawing with a pencil.

It is necessary to design an absolutely horizontal device and stand on it yourself to reduce the error of high-altitude delivery.

Then you need an accurate protractor to determine the maximum projection distance. Stand level and use the protractor to correct the angle of your arm, so that the error can be minimized.

The craters are connected to each other, enough to change the river course.

Although I almost killed myself today, it was really exciting and I really want to do it again.

Next to him, Yang Jun was also lying on a bunch of branches, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He felt that the ghost story he heard today was very dangerous, not because someone in the Yang family slept with the goddess, but because the goddess was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, which meant that the Yang family had a Yang Jian who was the grandson of the Emperor of Heaven.

It has little influence now, but after a hundred years or so, the Yang family bloodline will naturally be sanctified among the people.

After much thought, one can only hope that the subsequent implementation and promotion of the deification plan by the shogunate can eliminate this special feature of the Yang family.

But the story of Yang Erlang splitting the mountain to save his mother is a very filial story, so it was naturally praised and spread among the people.

Unlike other pre-Qin gods, this is a hybrid of man and god, and a combination of man and goddess, which will satisfy people's pride, so it is difficult to suppress this news.

Inside the tent, there was only the occasional crackling sound of burning flames.

Before I knew it, the rain stopped, the mountain wind started again, and gradually daybreak came.

Yang Jun was suddenly awakened by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zheng Hun pushing his arm. Yang Jun was about to speak, but Zheng Hun signaled him with his eyes.

Then he stood up and looked, and saw the Grand Marshal sitting on a cypress branch, holding three golden pills in his hand.

The other secretaries didn't dare to speak. Yang Jun rubbed his face and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, what is this?"

"Kinwan."

Black Bear's face was expressionless. "This is the end of the matter. I also hope you keep it a secret and don't talk about it with people close to you. Yang Erlang gave me the title of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, and his temple is Zhenjun Temple."

"Here."

Yang Jun bowed and asked, "Is the title of this True Lord higher than that of a True Person?"

"Well, the specifications of Zhenjun Temple are based on the public rituals, and should be higher than those of Zhaohua Temple."

After saying this, Black Bear closed his eyes, stored the three golden pills close to his body, and lay down lazily.

The Taoist Palace will be responsible for the allocation of Taoist priests to Taoist temples in each county. The Taoist Palace is the core and cannot be built randomly.

Zhang Lu’s Zhaohua Temple should logically be called Zhaohua Temple, but it was owned by the Zhang family within the Tianshi Dao for generations, so it was called Zhaohua Temple.

In the current plan of the Daoluo Division, temples can be passed down from generation to generation, monasteries are passed down from master to disciple, and palaces are high-level management units.

Just wait for Li Feng to resign, and after he resigns, he will build the first Taiqing Palace in Qingcheng Mountain.

Taoist priests are not allowed to hold official positions. This red line must be drawn from the beginning.

The black bear lay down with his eyes closed to rest, but the secretary and guards accompanying him were almost scratching their heads.

Liu Yi's elder brother Liu Wang was a secretary and had been sent out to other places. Subsequently, various places recommended people for positions, and Liu Yi was among those recommended and passed the assessment.

The two Liu brothers were of good family origin. They were scholars from Nanyang who initially followed the Tiger Tooth Army north to Guanzhong.

He walked out of the tent and whispered to his friend, "From what we saw yesterday, it was a meteorite falling from the sky, breaking the mountain ridge. If it were in the eyes of the gods, it might be a projectile being thrown. This scene reminds me of the old story of Emperor Guangwu."

The people who were traveling with him observed: "I also felt the same way, as if a meteorite fell from the sky and destroyed the Xinmang army. In the past, when Emperor Guangwu visited Xiangyang, he also had the same dream as Xi Shi about the God of Lumen Mountain." "Three golden pills..."

Liu Yi sighed in a low voice, his body and mind trembling uncontrollably. Even if the power was slightly weaker than what he saw yesterday, it could still destroy an army like burning paper figures and destroy a city like shooting balls.

As a descendant of the Nanyang Liu family, Liu Yi, like his brother, naturally believed that the Grand Marshal came from the royal family of Chen.

Apart from the royal family, which other family could produce such a great hero?

I was originally wondering why the Xinmang army collapsed so easily.

After experiencing up close the scene of meteorites falling from the sky and breaking mountains like cutting through paper, the Xinmang army...it was really not easy.

And in Tongguan, the shogunate was stationed.

The bamboo slips shipped from Hanoi have been unloaded and were originally intended to be transported to the university town.

When passing through Tongguan, Kong Rong conducted a random inspection and found something wrong. It was also the first time that he used the privileges of the Sizhi and sealed everything.

Even the Hanoi officers and soldiers who were involved in the transportation were confined to the military camp to recuperate and were prohibited from entering or leaving.

In the warehouse, Zhuge Jin felt like the sky was falling when he held the broken bamboo slips. These five bamboo slips were newly tied together by Kong Rong.

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Kong Rong did not dare to organize any more bamboo slips. The ancient secrets were actually not that important. They were completely contrary to the records of the time...that was all.

He was really afraid of finding the secret techniques of immortals in this pile of bamboo slips. If he couldn't find it, he would be disappointed at best. But if he did find it, it would be really troublesome.

This batch of bamboo slips is different from the previous ones. They are historical books circulated within the Wei royal court.

The fragments of historical records inherited and surviving from the Han Dynasty really cannot be compared with this almost complete history book of the Wei Dynasty.

Zhuge Jin read it briefly, then put the temporarily bound bamboo slips back into the box and said to Zhang Ding, "Sir Zhang, Wen Jugong is right. This bamboo slip cannot be transported to the university. Guards on duty, add another shift to prevent fire."

Unlike Zhuge Jin and Kong Rong, Zhang Ding did not care about the history book and nodded, "I will dispatch a garrison to Tongguan to assist with the defense."

He had great power to mobilize troops and could directly dispatch a team of 100 men to carry out operations within his jurisdiction.

As far as the situation in Guanzhong is concerned, there is no enemy that a hundred-man team cannot defeat.

If it really reaches the point where a hundred-man team cannot suppress it, that is not an enemy that Zhang Ding can deal with.

Zhuge Jin and Kong Rong did not dare to be negligent and waited on the spot.

They did not leave quickly until the Tongguan garrison arrived and took up sentry duty.

Zhuge Jin naturally sent an urgent letter to Huashan, but Kong Rong was different. He immediately wrote letters to Zhong Yao, Wei Duan, Yuan Huan and Zhang Song, inviting them to Tongguan.

There are too many bamboo slips. Although many of them still have remaining binding threads, they all need to be repaired, sorted and re-binded. If there are incomplete bamboo slips, we have to find ways to find other ancient books to complete them.

The last step is copying.

This was a huge project, and Kong Rong estimated that it could support at least four to five hundred people.

If we get scholars from all over the place to participate, any secret magic techniques hidden in it will be easily exposed.

After writing these letters, Kong Rong and Chang Sui drank together.

This Chang Sui is the Hu Ben who looks very similar to Cai Yong. He has been eating and drinking well over the years and has also been cultivated in literature by Kong Rong, so that his temperament has begun to change like Cai Yong.

In comparison, Kong Rong felt that he was getting old.

Taking a sip of wine, Kong Rong said with emotion: "Since entering Guanzhong, I have always seen and heard new things, just like a young boy. In the past two years, from steam engines and Kongming lanterns to the Yuanshi warships this year, today I saw the history books of the Wei Kingdom... I feel quite tired."

Huben drank the wine by himself, frowning in thought without saying a word.

Kong Rong said again: "The ancients deceived us with books, and we are also deceiving our descendants. When will this end? Fortunately, the great Sima has cleared the clouds and revealed the sun, and has set the source of the truth, so that we ignorant people can see the true face of the ancients. Come, drink up!"

The Tiger Guard nodded seriously, held up the wine cup with both hands, and drank with Kong Rong.

After drinking a glass of wine, Kong Rong poured himself some wine and felt that he should try to find a Ni Heng.

Originally, Yang Xiu was a good drinking companion, but after his father Yang Biao committed suicide, Yang Xiu began to exercise restraint. Although he still drank, he no longer got drunk. Even his behavior began to become more serious and he was no longer frivolous and dissolute.

(End of this chapter)