I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 109 I said, why aren't you paying me?

awkward.

Extremely awkward.

Even in the tranquil air, there was a kind of unsettling unease that made one feel irritated all over.

Zhu Yuanzhi and Hai Wuyai, one fat and one thin, stood at the entrance of Qingyun Hall, their bodies slightly stiff.

His expression revealed a hint of embarrassment.

no----

It's really impolite to gossip about someone behind their back.

And it was also very unfortunate.

Cheng Laiyun blinked and looked at the two people in front of him, asking, "My two colleagues, what's going on?"

Zhu Yuanzhi was the first to react. He forced a smile onto his weasel-faced manhood, looking quite embarrassed: "Um—Brother Cheng—I apologize for what I said in the hall just now, cough cough—"

Hai Wuyai stood to the side, his face flushed: "Please forgive us, don't take offense at our foolishness—"

The two martial artists who had climbed up from the bottom naturally knew that Cheng Laiyun was backed by the Mo Clan and was not someone they could afford to offend.

"Oh, I had no idea what it was about." Cheng Laiyun stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he looked at them and said, "In all things, one's own life is of utmost importance."

"A monthly salary of only a measly ten or twenty taels of silver, why risk your life—haha."

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound.

"If you two had known that I was Cheng Laiyun from the Qingzhou Mo Clan, you probably wouldn't have said such heartfelt words."

Hai Wuyai's round face held a tentative look: "So, Brother Cheng, you don't blame us at all?"

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Zhu Yuanzhi also quickly and cautiously watched Cheng Laiyun's expression.

"Of course not." Cheng Laiyun waved his hand casually, looking indifferent. "Not only do I not blame you, but I also find your straightforwardness pleasant."

"Alright, alright, in that case, let's go patrol the streets first. After we finish our business, we'll come back and treat Brother Cheng to a drink to apologize!"

Seeing that Cheng Laiyun's expression was not kind, Zhu Yuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, saying, "Wait a moment, we'll be right back."

With that, he turned and went into the yamen.

Before long, the two men, dressed neatly and carrying swords, came out from inside.

Looking at the clothes the two men were wearing, Cheng Laiyun sighed inwardly.

have to say.

The official uniform of the Regent is indeed impressive.

These two people, one fat and one thin, with physiques far below the average, somehow managed to exude an air of authority.

"What's the rush? Take me with you, we can get familiar with the job while we're at it."

Cheng Laiyun chuckled and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Besides, I'm new here and there are many things I don't understand. I have a lot to ask you two for advice."

"This drink is on me!!"

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry—" Zhu Yuanzhi's heart, which had been a little pained by the thought of being treated, was instantly filled with joy.

He already thought Cheng Laiyun was a good guy, but now he found Cheng Laiyun even more pleasing to the eye.

"Hehe, let me get dressed first, then we'll patrol the streets together." Cheng Laiyun wasn't particularly stingy with money.

The Mo Sect has always been generous to its disciples, and he now receives enough silver from the sect each month to live on.

As he spoke, he put on the trial uniform he had been given.

The uniforms of the Censorate were designed to reflect the celestial phenomena and the wisdom of mountains and rivers.

The color scheme is dignified, with deep black as the main color and dark gold as the secondary color.

The outer robe is designed with nine panels depicting mountains and rivers, symbolizing the oversight of the nine provinces.

The outline of the map of China is presented on the front and back using the gold-embroidered technique.

Embroidered on both shoulders are the sun and moon shining together, with a golden crow holding a constitution on the left shoulder and a jade rabbit holding a bright mirror on the right shoulder.

The cuffs narrow into arrow sleeves and are adorned with seven gold threads.

Wear a detachable black gauze dress over it.

The garment is woven with silver threads in a subtle grid pattern, symbolizing the all-encompassing law.

As you walk, the grid pattern flows with the light and shadow, like an invisible net.

"Tsk."

Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.

Cheng Laiyun was naturally handsome and had a well-proportioned figure.

Wearing this outfit makes me look even more outstanding!

Looking at his clothes, his mood improved considerably.

"Brother Cheng is truly a handsome man! If I were a girl, after seeing Brother Cheng once, I would be so captivated that I would lose my appetite and only think about the little bed in Brother Cheng's room."

Zhu Yuanzhi chuckled and winked at Cheng Laiyun.

Although he was joking, he genuinely envied, and even felt jealous of, Cheng Laiyun's physical appearance.

"Ha ha!!"

"Let's go, you two!"

"Walk!"

Tongfu Street, Beijing.

It wasn't until he went out into the streets that Cheng Laiyun truly gained a deeper understanding of the three words "Regent".

Along the way, all the people they encountered avoided them like the plague after seeing their clothing.

No one dared to meet the eyes of the three of them.

Even when passing by some stalls, both the stall owners and the customers who were eating and chatting all became quiet.

With heads bowed and eyes lowered, they dared not utter a single objection.

And what's most impressive is that, besides ordinary people...

Even the constables from the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, who were also on patrol duty, all came forward to bow with obsequiousness after seeing the three of them in their attire.

"This is hardly a street patrol."

"Isn't this just causing a disturbance in the streets?!"

Cheng Laiyun glanced at the quiet street; despite the dense crowds, it remained eerily quiet.

Just how powerful is this Regent's Office?

What exactly is the role of Zhang Linzheng, the top leader of the Regent's Office?

It should be noted that the Regent's Office, together with the Ministry of Justice and the Court of Judicial Review, were collectively known as the Three Offices.

They are nominally equals.

"Don't be shy, Brother Cheng. These fried dough cakes are delicious. Here, have a taste."

Zhu Yuanzhi, still with that same smiling expression, stood leisurely in front of a small stall, picked up three fried dough cakes from the vendor's table, and handed them to Cheng Laiyun and Hai Wuyai respectively.

The vendor selling fried dough cakes nearby seemed oblivious to his actions, continuing to expertly knead the enormous dough in his hands, spread it out, and cook it—

It's as if they've become accustomed to this.

Hai Wuyai naturally took the fried dough and took a bite, his mouth full of oil, saying, "Yuanzhi is right. If you walk half a mile after eating this dough, there's a place that serves very good soup, just as good as this dough."

The two spoke casually.

"Not paying?" Cheng Laiyun took the pancake, took a bite, and glanced sideways at Zhu Yuanzhi and Hai Wuyai.

at the same time.

A faint sense of resistance arose in his heart towards the Regent's Office.

I'm feeling a little unwell.

"No need to give it to me," Zhu Yuanzhi chuckled.

As he spoke, he had already stuffed the entire pancake into his mouth, his tone becoming somewhat indistinct: "Just eat it."

Cheng Laiyun's brows furrowed even deeper.

He watched the stall owner, still engrossed in making the pancakes, still preparing the dough, adding oil, and cooking—as if he had become numb to it all.

Hai Wuyai, feeling it wasn't enough, naturally took another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

The stall owner remained completely unaware.

For some reason, Cheng Laiyun felt a little heavy-hearted.

He pondered for a moment.

He took out a few copper coins from his pocket and placed them discreetly on the stall owner's table.

He then prepared to follow Hai Wuyai and Zhu Yuanzhi on their journey.

Perhaps in the near future, he will become one of them.

But now, he doesn't want to do that.

Zhu Yuanzhi, who was walking ahead, turned around and called out to the stall owner, "Dad, these pancakes are a bit overcooked today, don't heat the oil too high!"

"Okay, I understand," the stall owner nodded in a muffled voice.

"Let's go, Brother Laiyun!" Hai Wuyai waved to Cheng Laiyun.

Cheng Laiyun's lips twitched slightly.

I was just overthinking it.

He reached out and picked up the copper coin he had just placed on the table, then put it back into his pocket.

The three of them walked straight along Tongfu Street.

As you walk further ahead, the number of people around you gradually decreases.

After passing Tongfu Street and walking another five miles, Cheng Laiyun stood frozen in place.

In stark contrast to the previous scenery was...

Three miles ahead lay a desolate wasteland.

Or rather, it was a living hell.

Dust, smoke, and ruins —

A deep ravine runs through the north and south, like a throat that has been cut open in the earth.

Twisted copper pipes lay scattered at the bottom of the ditch, dark green liquid hissing and corroding the soil, sending up choking white smoke.

A man, dressed in rags, had his hands stuck in the rubble, his fingers bloodied and mangled, yet he continued to dig: "Girl—Girl—Dog—Wife—"

Further away, a woman whose name I can't recall sat on the threshold.

Holding a charred object in his arms, he hummed a song: "Because the child sleeps, the osmanthus is fragrant—"

With each hum, black powder would fall from his arms.

From under the rubble to the west came the cry of a baby. The baby cried three times, paused for a moment, and then cried twice more.

It grew weaker and weaker until only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the broken pottery remained.

"Zhao the Blacksmith—have you seen Zhao the Blacksmith?"

"Water—give me some water—"

"My account book! The account book in the sandalwood box!"

Looking at the scene before me.

Cheng Laiyun didn't even know how to start the conversation.

Was it the bombing at the Ministry of Works?

Previously, he had only heard about it.

Even now, seeing it with my own eyes, I am still shocked by the horrific scene.

"Ugh."

Zhu Yuanzhi's sharp chin twitched, and he sighed: "The bombing had a wide-ranging impact."

"Yu Qingzheng, the Minister of Works at the time, was directly imprisoned by imperial decree."

"Our Regent's Office directly dispatched Inspector Liu to investigate this case personally."

"Alright, let's go. I can't stand this—"

As he spoke, he grabbed Cheng Laiyun's sleeve and led him away.

Cheng Laiyun's brows were furrowed tightly.

Minister of Works?

Isn't that the eldest master uncle?!

He's been imprisoned by imperial decree?

"Alright, stop thinking about it. This case isn't something we should be thinking about."

Hai Wuyai noticed Cheng Laiyun's furrowed brows and patted him on the shoulder: "Lord Yu is a pillar of the nation."

"Putting him in jail is simply to give the people an explanation."

"And even if he's imprisoned, he'll still enjoy life in prison."

"They will be released after the case is investigated and resolved."

They all knew that Yu Qingzheng came from the Mo Sect and had a close relationship with Cheng Laiyun.

"Um."

Cheng Laiyun was not interested in matters of the heavens.

He turned around and glanced once more at the devastated ruins.

He turned around expressionlessly and continued walking with Zhu Yuanzhi and the other man.

"This is the last stop of our street patrol."

"The timing is just right, just get there before 7 PM."

"After patrolling the streets, there's nothing more to do. I'll go back to the yamen to change my clothes and then head straight to Zuixianju for a drink."

Emerging from the ruins, Zhu Yuanzhi's face broke into a smile again. He winked at Cheng Laiyun and said, "Besides the food and drinks, Zuixianju has even more fun things to offer."

"I guarantee that after you go the first time, you'll want to go a second time."

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhi's words, Hai Wuyai smiled, his face showing anticipation.

Cheng Laiyun was about to speak.

But then a shrill voice came from in front of the three of them: "Hey, what a coincidence."

"Will I run into colleagues here?"

Upon hearing this...

Cheng Laiyun looked up.

Then they saw four people standing in front of them.

The leader was a middle-aged man of medium build, who was looking in our direction with slightly narrowed eyes.

A hooked nose, a wide, square mouth, and narrow, elongated eyes give off an unpleasant feeling.

The man stood there, like a wall.

He didn't speak, but just standing there exuded a strong sense of oppression.

His uniform was similar to those worn by Cheng Laiyun and the other two, except that the collar was outlined with silver thread.

Regent, Provincial Surveillance Commissioner!

He was surrounded by three other people dressed as inspectors, who acted as if they were the moon surrounded by stars.

Although Cheng Laiyun was a newcomer, he still had some knowledge of the attire of the Regent's Office.

His brow furrowed slightly.

I don't know what these people are trying to do.

"Lord Zhang!"

"What a coincidence!"

Zhu Yuanzhi, standing to the side, had a broad smile on his face. He gently tugged at Cheng Laiyun's shoulder and whispered, "Zhang Lin, the Inspector of the Fire Scale Hall, is a sixth-rank martial artist. His position and strength are both higher than ours. We must pay our respects."

He then stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the man, and said with utmost respect, "I have finished my patrol of the streets today."

"We were just saying we'd go to Zuixianju for drinks after our patrol, would Lord Zhang do us the honor of joining us?"

Zhang Lin glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and snorted out a soft "Tch."

"Did you hear that? You invited our boss for drinks?"

"Does he even deserve it?"

The inspectors around Zhang Lin grinned, looking at Zhu Yuanzhi and Hai Wuyai as if they were clowns jumping around on a beam: "Two stupid fools who are afraid of death."

"In this major case involving the Ministry of Works, Provincial Surveillance Commissioner Chai brought all the inspectors from the Qingyun Hall with him, but not the two of you. Don't you know why?"

"Ha ha!!"

"He has absolutely no self-awareness."

"Hahaha!"

Mocking smiles rose and fell.

Cheng Laiyun's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

I have some concerns about these people.

no----

What era are we living in?

How can there be such a stupid villain?

If you don't have a brain, go back and ask your mother for it. What are you doing showing off here?

Hai Wuyai and Zhu Yuanzhi's expressions stiffened slightly.

Finally, she forced a smile and said, "Well then, we won't bother Lord Zhang any longer."

"So as not to offend the adults' eyes."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhi subtly pulled up Cheng Laiyun's sleeve and walked forward.

The two of them lowered their heads and silently brushed past Zhang Lin and the others.

Just as we were about to part ways.

"Wait," Zhang Lin said indifferently, turning his gaze to Zhu Yuanzhi. "Did I say you could leave?"

?

Cheng Laiyun couldn't help but look up at Zhang Lin.

no----

I thought you were someone important since you didn't say anything, but now that you've opened your mouth...

His intelligence immediately came through again.

Zhu Yuanzhi paused, looking somewhat puzzled. He looked up cautiously at Zhang Lin: "Lord Zhang, what's going on—"