Reborn Ming Dynasty as Emperor

Chapter 226 Digging Wu Sangui's Ancestral Grave
Under the blue sky, there is a geomantic treasure located near mountains and rivers, which originally belonged to the middle and later palaces of the Ming Dynasty. Several pavilions are arranged on the left and right, and more than a dozen are exquisitely carved. Among the pine forests, tired birds chirped and cicadas continued to sing. Under the afternoon sun, the Wu family guards who guarded the tomb could not help squinting their eyes and dozing off.

These Wu family servants are not the kind of servants trained to be elite private soldiers, but a group of genuine domestic slaves. Most of them are used to being loose, or they can't get well with their masters, so they were assigned here. Tomb guard.The same is true for other soldiers. Basically all the soldiers who can fight are transferred to Jinzhou. Those who stay here are either missing arms or legs or are over sixty years old. Therefore, it is impossible to expect them to find Dongjiang soldiers who are good at guerrillas.

In summer, the grass grows long and the forest is deep in Liaodong. Mao Wenlong is lying among the tall wormwood, with a grass ring on his head and a coir raincoat woven from grass roots. His head has been shaved until only half a pigtail remains.Pretending to be Tartars and plundering Wu Xiang's tribe is something Dongjiang soldiers often do, and how to better conceal themselves is also familiar to them, not to mention that this time in order to dig Wu Sangui's ancestral grave, Mao Wenlong went out in person, and brought all the soldiers with him. He is his most powerful personal soldier.

The lazy Wu family members didn't notice the change in the grass. They were still dozing off because of their sleepiness, and they didn't notice the approach of death at all. In front of Mao Wenlong, who was buried, he began to untie his belt and prepare to urinate.

Seeing that these servants were already lax and lazy, Mao Wenlong seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped up like a tiger, and suddenly stabbed the Wu family servant in the chest. At the same time, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and then left and right Hundreds of people rushed out from the two wings, and before these servants could react, they became dead souls under the sword.

"Butler Liu, there are tartars, there are tartars!" A vigilant servant quickly woke up the old man who was dozing off on Wu Sangui's grandfather's grave. After watching for a while: "Tartar, why did the Tartar come here? Didn't they just retreat from Jinzhou? Why are there so many of them?"

Butler Liu didn't order the soldiers around him to resist as he spoke. Instead, he rushed in another direction at a speed like a hare, and he disappeared after a while.The remaining hundreds of Ding soldiers guarding the tomb immediately scattered. Anyway, this is not their ancestral tomb, so they ignored his Wu family ancestors in order to save their lives.

Here, Mao Wenlong's people quickly reaped the lives of these soldiers who hadn't escaped, and Mao Wenlong also directly ordered: "Give me an order, don't keep prisoners, these people were the chief culprits in the massacre of Yongping back then, now we are facing It is also a relief for them to light up the butcher's knife."

As he said that, Mao Wenlong stabbed through a general of the Wu family who was trying to resist. At this time, Mao Wenlong saw Steward Liu was still running forward, so he immediately ran over and put a knife on his neck: "Look at your outfit, It seems that you have a lot of status in the Wu family, tell me your identity, if there is even half a lie, I will cut off your head right now!"

Housekeeper Liu was greedy for life and afraid of death, but when he saw the man in front of him looking fierce, he kowtowed in fright: "Master, please forgive me, please forgive me. The younger one is the second-class butler of the Liao Palace, who is in charge of guarding this area." It's from the Wu family's ancestor's grave."

Mao Wenlong couldn't help being secretly happy, and asked again: "Do you know how these ancestral tombs were built back then, and what mechanism are there?"

Butler Liu nodded vigorously like a chick eating corn: "I know, I know, the old man and the great man's house were built by someone when they were young, but there is no agency."

Seeing this, Mao Wenlong pulled Steward Liu to the nearest tomb, pointed to the tomb with Wu Moumou written on it, and said, "Who is this person?"

"The prince's father." As soon as Steward Liu finished speaking, Mao Wenlong hurriedly said: "No wonder this one is the best. It turned out to be Wu Sangui's grandfather. Come here, blow him up first, and then dig!"

"Yes!" A Dongjiang soldier came over with gunpowder on his back, and covered the entire tomb with gunpowder. After everyone retreated, the Dongjiang soldier started to light the fire. He knelt down to Mao Wenlong again: "My lord, you can't do this. This is the tomb of my grandfather, and he was buried only a few years ago."

"Go away, he, Wu Sangui, betrayed the Lord and begged for glory and harmed the people. His grandfather should pay for his crime!" After Mao Wenlong finished speaking, there was a loud noise, and a big hole was blown open in the huge tomb made of bluestone. Pieces of dirt and rocks fell all over the ground, and at the same time, more than a dozen Dongjiang soldiers picked up the latest engineering shovels and started digging.

Butler Liu was crying here, but no one took him seriously. Moreover, when Mao Wenlong forced him to point out the relationship between the owners of those tombs and Wu Xiang, Butler Liu told Mao Wenlong obediently because he was afraid of death.

Mao Wenlong followed Steward Liu's instructions to dig the tombs of Wu's ancestors. Not long after, some coffins were carried out. Mao Wenlong ordered people to untie the coffins, and then put on a mask and the evil spirit consecrated by the master. Pick up the sledgehammer and smash these bones.

Immediately, the ancestors of the Wu family were smashed into powder, and some of the uncorrupted ones were directly whipped and disintegrated. The bloody cruelty even made Steward Liu faint from fright, but Mao Wenlong and his Dongjiang soldiers were no strangers to it and killed countless people. They have developed strong immunity early on.

Not long after, more than a dozen tombs in the Wu family ancestral cemetery turned into big pits in an instant, and none of them survived.

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Coincidentally, a few days later, and it rained suddenly on the third anniversary of Wu Sangui's grandfather's death, Wu Sangui and his father Wu Xiang came to the ancestral tomb to worship their ancestors in the rain, but they fasted for three days in Wu Sangui and dressed up. While wearing plain clothes and filial piety, a servant suddenly came to report: "The young master is not good, our ancestral grave, our ancestral grave has been dug up, and the people guarding the tomb were all dead in the wilderness, and no one survived!"

After hearing this, Wu Sangui was stunned, didn't say anything, and didn't tell his father, and immediately rode the horse brought by the servant and ran towards his Wu family ancestor's grave in the rain.

When Wu Sangui arrived, he saw that his ancestral tombs were in ruins, the pavilions were burned down, and even the pine trees that imply evergreen were burned to the point where only dead branches remained. In the pit, the inscriptions written by the great Confucianism in the past were also smashed into pieces, and the mahogany coffins were also smashed into pieces, and they were spread on the ground like that, washed by the heavy rain like blood.

"Master!"

Wu Sangui couldn't help running over, knelt in front of a half-skull and began to cry. He had a deep relationship with his grandfather since he was a child, but he never thought that his grandfather would be dug up on the third anniversary of his death. Only one skull was smashed, and even the coffin was destroyed.

But at the same time, Wu Sangui discovered that the tombs of his other ancestors were the same, even worse than this one, and the belongings buried with him were naturally looted.

Wu Sangui felt angry for the first time, he punched the ground in anger, his eyes were as red as blood: "Who did this!"

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