I stole divine power in Daxia

Chapter 557: It has always been difficult to have both the beauty and the state
The weather is just right today, and the Qingyifang in Zhuque City is crowded with people.

There are many teahouses and shops here, and it has always been a place for people in the city to play.

On the flying tower over the cloud bridge, the stage was decorated with colorful lights. The old actor dressed as the general had a face as red as cinnabar, while the white-faced actor dressed as the treacherous minister was sinister and cunning.

Before the people below could cheer, they suddenly heard a low horn blowing, which drowned out the sound of the gong, cut off the green waist's singing, and brought the peaceful and prosperous times to an end.

"There is a disrespectful person in Qingyifang who talks nonsense about the saint. The people have reported him and he will be arrested and brought to the God Punishment Department for trial today!"

Teams of Tianjing guards, with swords on their waists, looked aggressive and formed a formation. Their blood and energy turned into clouds, sealing off several entrances to Qingyi Lane. Knights also rode Pegasus, whizzing through pavilions and towers, reading out orders.

Then teams of people shuttled between the pavilions like fish and dragons, and arrested all the storytellers they saw.

The noise in Qingyifang naturally also reached the Hu family mansion deep inside.

The increasingly graceful and charming Mo Fei, or the Goddess of Taihang, twitched her ears. She heard the noise outside and witnessed the changes in human emotions. She felt that it was a hundred times more interesting than the clichés just sung on the stage, and smiled as if she was going to enjoy a good show.

Yes, no matter how wonderful the play is, how can it compare to the intrigues in reality and the evil spirits in people's hearts.

She looked back at Hu Wenlang who was sitting cross-legged writing in the courtyard.

Since the changes in the library, even Mei Juncang took the initiative to resign. How could Hu Wenlang not understand the changes? He had already been labeled as a member of Zhou's party, and the position of editor-in-chief of "Tianjing News" in his hand was low-ranking and powerful, and many people coveted it, so Hu Wenlang resigned yesterday and stayed at home, but he had not decided where to go for the time being, so he was thinking about whether he could hide at home for a day or two until the changes were over.

Based on his understanding of Zhou Tieyi, even if Zhou Tieyi would give up some of Tianjing's power, he was definitely not the kind of person who could be bullied. As long as Zhou Tieyi's counterattack began, all of Tianjing's attention would be focused on Zhou Tieyi again. By then, no one would pay attention to him, and Hu Wenlang still had some confidence that he could keep his position as editor-in-chief of Tianjing News.

"Wen Lang, those officials outside are probably coming for us!"

Mo Fei smiled and said, "If we kill these people outside directly, will it cause some unexpected changes?"

Hu Wenlang looked up, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in another world, in which everything on Yujing Mountain was reflected, but the person sitting in the towering purple-gold palace was not the Emperor of Daxia, but the Emperor of Dawei.

For a moment, even though Hu Wenlang, who was sitting behind the desk, still looked like a playboy and was wearing only a spring dress, he was as majestic as a mountain or an ocean, as if he was sitting on a throne or an emperor himself.

He had not yet mastered the art of practicing the world in his dream. If he wanted to conceal the spirituality of his previous life, he had to rely on the dreams of the common people and their false understanding of the world. Therefore, the position of editor-in-chief of Tianjing News was not dispensable to Hu Wenlang, which was why he did not leave immediately.

Hu Wenlang put down the pen in his hand and frowned slightly. His solemn aura became even more intense. Life and death could be decided with just one word. The Lord of the Prison Gate, who was hiding in the dark to protect him, would think that Hu Wenlang would really follow Mo Fei's advice and kill him directly.

Hu Wenlang reached out and smoothed his frown, letting the aura of his past life weaken. He sighed subconsciously, "I don't have anyone under my command. Even if I want to practice well, I can't do it."

He does not mean that.

The expression of the Lord of the Prison Gate changed slightly.

As expected, it is easy to change the country but difficult to change one’s nature.

His judgment was correct. Even if the master wanted to start a new life after reincarnation, the cause and effect on him were predetermined. The situation in the world would force him to gradually transform back into the Emperor Wu of Wei. On the contrary, those in charge were confused while those who were not in control could see things clearly. He was not even aware of his own personality after reincarnation. What he was fighting against was far more than the memories of his past life sealed in the book.

Thinking of this, the Prison Gate God Lord took the initiative and said, "My Lord..."

Hu Wenlang smiled and said, "You want to persuade me to gather the old Wei people?"

Although the Wei State was destroyed and has not been passed down to this day like the Qing Emperor, it itself is the lineage of the Xuan Emperor. There is no telling how many followers it has hidden in the world. If Hu Wenlang really rises from a high position and raises a call, with his identity as the reincarnation of Wei Wu and the current situation in the world where Daxia has abolished the worship of the Five Emperors, the forces he can gather should not be underestimated.

The Lord of the Prison Gate knew that he could not persuade Hu Wenlang for the time being.

Emperor Wu of Wei was suspicious by nature throughout his life. Even if we do not look at his character in this life, but infer from his character in previous lives, his strength is far from recovered now, and he cannot suppress the arrogant and powerful generals under him. He will definitely not agree to the proposal to summon his old subordinates.

"The Lord is unwilling to summon his old ministers to inform you, but there is another matter that the Lord needs to consider seriously."

"What's the matter?"

The Lord of the Prison Gate licked his lips and looked at Concubine Mo beside him. Concubine Mo had an expression that said, "It's up to you to do what you want and I'll just watch the show."

The Lord of the Prison Gate continued, "In order to put an end to Jiang Taiyi, the Lord used the Imperial Weapon to suppress his peerless divine weapon. Now that Jiang Taiyi is about to revive, even if the Lord does not stop it, he must at least recall the Imperial Weapon!"

Wei imperial army?

The Mirozaotian Umbrella inherited from Emperor Xuan?
This is a peerless magical weapon that has been passed down through the ages, so of course Hu Wenlang is interested in this matter.

However, when the Lord of the Prison Gate talked about this, Hu Wenlang realized that there were some secrets hidden in it.

"In order to put an end to Jiang Taiyi's death, my previous life's Emperor Wu of Wei even sent his imperial troops into the coffin?"

The Lord of the Prison Gate replied with a slightly proud tone, "The day before yesterday, the historian's library was shattered, causing dozens of inheritances of outstanding people to scatter in the world. Your Majesty knows how many people have been judged by historians in the past two thousand years, and how much dirt has been covered up by the dynasties. But even if they are outstanding people, the degree of suppression is divided into different levels. The lowest level, the second-rank historian, can suppress them on their own. For the middle-level historians like Zhuge Shenwu Hou, the historians already need to rely on the fortune of the dynasty. For the next level, like the first-rank miscellaneous family and Empress Mo, they must not only be suppressed, but also completely erase the records in the history of disasters, forming a historical undercurrent to cover up all traces. As for the highest level..."

Speaking of this, the Prison Gate God Lord had a look of reverence on his face, "Jiang Taiyi was already a sub-sage at the time, holding a peerless divine weapon. Even if hundreds of sects joined forces, they could not completely erase the historical traces of his existence."

Jiang Taiyi was a butcher of the Wei State, and although he had many faults, in the eyes of the former Wei general, the Prison Gate Lord, he was still a hero of the ages and a peerless hero. Hu Wenlang could tell that the Prison Gate Lord was avoiding the important point, and continued to ask, "It cost so much, but it still cannot be completely erased. That means there is always a chance that Jiang Taiyi's unification will reappear, or even be resurrected. In his previous life, he even gambled with the imperial army to suppress Jiang Taiyi. How much does he hate Jiang Taiyi?"

This was something that Hu Wenlang could not understand before. Even though his achievements surpassed his master's, Emperor Wu of Wei's behavior at the time was a little incomprehensible. Because suppressing the imperial army meant that Emperor Wu of Wei had cut off his own retreat in that chaotic era. Sure enough, five years after Jiang Taiyi's death, Emperor Wu of Wei also died.

The Lord of the Prison Gate glanced at Concubine Mo again. This time, Concubine Mo did not show an expression of watching a good show, but snorted coldly.

Hu Wenlang saw the expressions of the two men and guessed the reason.

But this reason was so absurd that it took him, a novelist, several breaths to calm down.

The existence of Concubine Mo was erased from the records of historians. Even the famous story of Wei Wu's killing of gods only recorded his desire to kill a great god who wanted to establish a divine court.

But there are many things in the process that don’t make sense.

Since Concubine Mo was the beloved concubine of Emperor Wu of Wei, why did Emperor Wu of Wei kill her in the first place? There must have been other more tactful ways to simply suppress the resurgent Shinto forces in the country.

But if you add a bloody love story in the middle, then all the illogicalities can be explained.

Hu Wenlang asked tentatively, "I remember that Jiang Taiyi seemed to have accepted the way of the gods, right?"

The Lord of the Prison Gate nodded and said, "Jiang Taiyi only promotes people based on their talents. Although he does not believe in the theory of the Tianyi Dao Cultivation, he also believes that gods should be ruled by gods..."

At this point, the Prison Gate God's voice became lower.

Princess Mo interrupted the Lord of Prison Gate and said to Hu Wenlang, "It's just his wishful thinking! At the beginning, I was the god of Xiang River, and you two were not yet the king and the minister. When we were traveling on the Xiang River, I finally fell in love with you, but he still refused to give up. I originally gave up the throne and married you as my concubine. As long as I didn't reveal my identity as a god, the ministers in the court of Wei would turn a blind eye. Who knew that he would rise to prominence so fast that he became a first-rank military strategist in just seven or eight years. In order to sow discord between you and me, he first deceived me with clever words, saying that he could help me increase my divine power, so that he could restrain the gods in the country and help stabilize the situation in Wei. When my divine power increased, he announced my identity as a god in the court."

"My foundation was not strong enough to begin with. I could not subdue those followers who were gathered together in a short period of time, so they became too powerful to be eliminated. They forced me to establish my own divine court, which made me unable to take care of myself. On the other hand, he took the opportunity to suppress your prestige. Under the circumstances at that time, if you forcibly protected me, you would inevitably lose the trust of the court, then the country, and finally me."

"In desperation, you and I joined forces to kill me on Mount Taihang."

After listening to Concubine Mo's statement, Hu Wenlang was so shocked that he could not close his mouth. No wonder Concubine Mo liked to listen to those bizarre stories. Her own story was bizarre and bloody enough.

The beauty of the country, the sage's tradition, the hundreds of Shinto schools, and the jealousy between the monarch and his subjects all originated from a love triangle!
Of course, this is the fuse of everything, but it is not the core contradiction.

When it came to the situation of Emperor Wu of Wei and Ren Tu, if Ren Tu wanted to go one step further and become a saint and destroy all the ways of the universe, Wei would definitely be the first to bear the brunt. This was also the fundamental reason why Emperor Gaozu of Xia was so worried about Marquis Guanjun.

It’s just that Guan Junhou was loyal, but Ren Tu was ambitious, which led to two completely different processes but the same results.

Hu Wenlang finally put away his jaw-dropping expression and said, "No wonder you don't care about Elder Tong at all. It turns out that your Divine Court was in that situation. Elder Tong, a second-rank deity, respected Ren Tu more than he respected you."

Mo Fei snorted again, "His resurrection is inevitable, but we can't make the same mistake again this time and let him run rampant!"

"what do you mean?"

Hu Wenlang asked tentatively.

However, by this time the sound of weapons was getting closer and closer, and there was no time to continue talking.

At this time, outside the door, Gao Wencan, with a clean white beard and a smile on his face, had walked to the small courtyard with the words "Hu Mansion" written on it.

His real intention was not to drink. Blocking Qingyifang and arresting those storytellers was one thing, but his real target was Hu Wenlang, who was in charge of the power of the Tianjing News. If Hu Wenlang, a member of Zhou's party, could be convicted of disrespect, and it could be determined that he and Shentu Yuan were secretly spreading the holy name in Tianjing under Zhou Tieyi's orders, then it would be justified to strike against the power of Zhou Tieyi's system of the God-Slaying Division.

However, when Gao Wencan, who was full of confidence, saw the animal ring handle on the tung tree door, he suddenly felt the sky darken and a shadow suddenly covered his heart.

Although Gao Wencan is only a fourth-rank official, he now has the emperor's favor and, with the help of the Emperor of Great Xia, he can secretly mobilize a portion of the country's destiny. Naturally, he has some extraordinary abilities.

But it was only extraordinary. The feeling of shadow covering his heart did not last long. Gao Wencan looked up in confusion. The sun was high in the sky. The dim sky just now seemed to be an illusion.

When he looked down at the Paulownia gate in front of him again, before he had time to think about it, the Paulownia gate suddenly opened on its own, and a young scholar with a half-open front of his spring shirt walked out with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face, "I have already retreated three steps, Master Gao, are you still going to press me step by step?"

Gao Wencan was interrupted by Hu Wenlang and threw the spiritual warning out of his mind. He turned back to reality, and the smug expression on his face could not be hidden at all. "Editor-in-Chief Hu, this is a crime of disrespect to the Holy Name. Even if you retreat to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape the blame. Since you took the initiative to open the door, you also know that you can't escape today. I don't need to continue to say the rest, right?"

In fact, Gao Wencan still hoped in his heart that Hu Wenlang could "resist". He was defeated by Mei Juncang because Mei Juncang had a good father and a good master, and the Legalist Si Lu was watching behind the scenes, so his cruel tactics were not effective.

But he checked Hu Wenlang's background carefully. Although he was also valued by Zhou Tieyi, he was just a scholar. It was even difficult for him to be ranked in Zhou Tieyi's core power class. Now that Zhou Tieyi's power in Tianjing has been greatly reduced, it is already the limit for him to take care of a few people. It is impossible for him to take care of everyone.

Hu Wenlang looked up at the sky and said, "How dare you talk about the name of the Saint? I don't even know the way of the Saint, so how can you, a frog in a well, know it?"

Gao Wencan couldn't keep calm at all in front of Hu Wenlang.

In front of Mei Juncang, Gao Wencan was just suppressed by Mei Juncang's intelligence and words. In front of Hu Wenlang, Gao Wencan was actually influenced by the realistic dream world without knowing it.

Gao Wencan said with a fake smile, "You didn't learn much from that guy, but you have a bad temper. But when you go to death row, let's see if you still have a temper!"

(End of this chapter)