I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The emperor's accession to the throne does not mean that he ascends the throne.

Emperor Hongde was still an acting emperor. He needed Jingtai to be buried and the filial piety period to expire before the enthronement ceremony could be held.

The Internal Affairs Bureau looked for Yuan Jianzheng, and divined the auspicious day to send the late emperor to his grave.

Yuan Jianzheng pointed to the sky and swore: "Tomorrow will be a great day. After this village, there will be no more shops like this!"

Emperor Hongde had no objections to his clan members. After all, there was no corpse, just a tomb.

According to the previous rules, it will be worshiped in the ancestral temple for seven days, and a round of sacrifices will be held by the officials and the royal family. Rumors may spread all over the sky.

The current cause of Emperor Jingtai’s death is the same as that of the former crown prince: an overdose of elixirs!

Jingtai fifty-seven years, February 23rd.

It is appropriate to break the ground, build the grave, and bury it.

It was still dark in the sky, and there were forbidden troops all over Luojing, with one post every three steps and one sentry every five steps.

The common people in the capital had long known that today was the day of mourning for the late Emperor. The brave ones stood along the street, looking longingly in the direction of the palace, while the timid ones peeked through the wall and through the cracks in the door.

There was no ban on viewing in the palace. The royal family believed that Emperor Jingtai's reputation was very good among the people. .

After all, the fault was all the fault of the former prince!

The Demon Slayer Division received the notice, and after leaving the city, they went to Wusheng Mountain and were responsible for guarding along the way.

Of course, the one on duty was the Demon-Slaying Captain, and officials from various ministries were watching nearby.

Emperor Jingtai's reputation is also very good in the Demon Slayer Division, especially in the past ten years, various treasures in the treasury have been rewarded for free.

Zhou Yi originally wanted to join his colleagues, but received an invitation from Sanwu and waited quietly with several fellow Taoists above Wu Sheng Mountain.

Sanwu received the obituary notice from the royal family, but it said that it was not convenient for people from outside the country to quarrel with the royal family.

Now that the True Immortal Patriarch has been completely established in the Yunxiao Taoist Palace, he has become the leader of the Yunzhou Taoist Sect, and the imperial court is not willing to offend him easily.

"Why aren't you here yet?"

Sanwu lost his usual calmness and became impatient several times.

Changchun Master said: "This is a funeral. You must walk slowly, crying every three steps. It will be at least noon to reach Wusheng Mountain."

Wusheng Mountain is the place where Taizu of Daqian was sanctified. Before his death, he issued an order prohibiting the emperor from building tombs after his death. He could just find an open space on the mountain to bury him.

Sanwu said: "This order from Taizu will stop the bad habit of building imperial mausoleums and save the people and money from the pain!"

Zhou Yi shook his head secretly when he heard Sanwu boasting about Taizu.

Li Hong himself died, but he was not buried in Wusheng Mountain, but at the bottom of the Demon Refining Cave with the Nine Nether Fairy Lotus.

The Demon Slaying Department and the Demon Refining Cave were established by Zhongzong. At that time, there was only the Nine Nether Immortal Lotus underground. Li Hong was buried here. How could he not have other ideas?

There are many anecdotes circulating in Wusheng Mountain, and it is unclear whether they are true or false.

The founding emperor in history was too embarrassed to go out without some mysterious rumors.

Several real people communicated softly, and soon it was noon.

A sound of solemn music could be heard faintly, and soon a crowd of thousands of people were seen, shouting in front and behind, protecting a purple coffin among them.

Emperor Hongde held up a six-foot-long white flag, with tears streaming down his face, but he tried hard to hold it back. He looked extremely uncomfortable, and his grief-stricken expression was vividly acted out.

The other princes and grandsons, who were far behind in rank, were crying and howling like ghosts and gods, wishing they could shed a lifetime of tears.

Not to mention other clan members, even the common people who followed all the way thought it was too fake.

Tens of thousands of people spontaneously followed the mourning procession. Many people could not help wiping away tears, kneeling on the ground and shouting long live His Majesty.

"No wonder several princes lost to Emperor Hongde, their acting skills were not up to par!"

Zhou Yi looked at the people who were leaving spontaneously and sighed: "Jingtai has done a lot of good things after all. It's hard to say that he is a wise king and a holy master. He can be called a diligent ruler!"

Sanwu said: "Do you know what posthumous title the officials gave Jing Tai'an?"

Zhouyi: "Based on Jingtai's life, his posthumous title is Wu?"

Sanwu shook his head and said: "Jingtai is fond of martial arts and suppresses literature. He has suppressed the civil servant faction for tens of years. How can he be given such a posthumous title!"

"what is that?"

Zhouyi wondered: "The first imperial edict issued by Emperor Hongde after he took office was to preach that filial piety is the first priority and to govern the country with filial piety. Could it be that he would allow civil servants to act indiscriminately?"

"The old Taoist knows a lot of secrets..."

Sanwu lowered his voice and said: "The officials originally agreed to choose one of Jing, Zheng, Mu, and Lie. It is not as good as Emperor Wu, but it is also a good posthumous title."

"As a result, Hongde repeatedly rejected it and ordered all officials not to take into account the reputation of the late emperor. Since it is a posthumous title, he must be fair and strict!"

"The officials believed that Hongde was pure and filial to the late emperor, so they had no choice but to write a posthumous title for Wu... Guess what happened next?"

Zhou Yi and others couldn't help but be curious after hearing this.

This Hongde Emperor was not simple. He was able to force hundreds of officials to retreat as soon as he took office. However, his posthumous title was Wu, so why did he change it again?

"Hmph! Hongde rejected it again and severely punished several officials, saying that they would only flatter the late emperor."

Sanwu sneered and continued: "Later, Wang Bo'an's boy wrote a letter saying that the late emperor was arrogant, arrogant and had no relatives, and killed innocent people. The posthumous title is very serious!"

"Hongde directly criticized him and praised Wang Boan for being upright, impartial and upright!"

Cough cough cough!

There was a cough, and the dignified god-refining expert was actually choked.

Everyone in Luo Jing knew Wang Bo'an's rise to prominence, and Emperor Jingtai was closer to him than his own son.

As a result, the first person to write a scolding letter after his death was actually Wang Boan!

Zhou Yi glanced at the funeral procession and found that only Wang Ye was missing. Wang Boan was not seen, and he couldn't help but curse.

"This guy doesn't even dare to come to the funeral. Is he afraid that Emperor Jingtai will fake his corpse and ask for his life?"

Emperor Jingtai cherished feathers all his life. Even if he did anything to achieve immortality, he would let his son hold the top of the vat. As a result, his posthumous title was "Li".

Since the founding of Daqian, Emperor Jingtai is the first emperor to receive a posthumous title.

Boom!

The sound of the bell was melodious and thick, reaching more than ten miles away.

The funeral procession had already reached the foot of Wusheng Mountain. Behind it, only the royal family members could carry the coffin up the mountain, and all the officials had to stand solemnly at the foot of the mountain to see them off.

The people who had been sent all the way stopped here, and suddenly they knelt down and cried again.

"Emperor Li, let's be Emperor Li. Except for Taizu and Zhongzong, no emperor has ever had tens of thousands of people to send him off."

Zhou Yi looked at the royal family members and said, "The cries of the common people are much more sincere than those of our relatives."

At this time, many high-ranking and third-level masters were hiding in the sky above Wusheng Mountain, including hundreds of Buddhism, Taoism, and martial arts schools.

When everyone heard what Zhou Yi said, their souls sensed the clan members and people, and they couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Many masters respected and hated Emperor Jingtai. They respected him for his strength and hated him for trampling on his dignity.

On the first day that Jingtai ascended the throne, he fought against the sect until he conquered Buddhism and Taoism, and decided that all secular monks should pay taxes together. After that, he suppressed the Yunzhou sect for decades.

Suddenly hearing that Jingtai died, there is always a feeling that an era has passed.

God’s will is like a knife, I feel the same way!

So he rushed to Luojing overnight to see Jingtai off for the last time.

Nearly 100,000 people gathered in Wusheng Mountain, both in the sky and on the ground. It was the common people who were reluctant to leave Jingtai, many high-ranking officials who sincerely saw him off, and the most ungrateful ones were all the clan officials.

The clan members carried the coffin to the mountainside. The grave had been dug in advance, and Yuan Jian was picking it up overnight.

According to Taizu's instructions, royal family funerals should be simple and the same as for the common people.

Supervisor Yuan was standing on the edge of the pit, counting the time with his fingers, shaking the copper bell in his hand, and said loudly.

"The time has come to rest in peace!"

Woohoo!

There was another burst of wailing and crying, and several princes carried the coffin and shouted that they couldn't bear to leave their father.

When Emperor Jingtai was alive, several of his sons would walk around the Longevity Palace when passing by it, for fear of falling into the eyes of their father.

The leader, Emperor Hongde, was wearing a black dragon robe with a sad look on his face. He broke off the long flag in his hand and threw it into the grave, saying: "Grandpa Emperor, I will come to see you from time to time..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a bang.

The ground suddenly cracked, and a blue-gray figure emerged from it, punching Emperor Hongde.

The incident happened so suddenly that no one could react and watched helplessly as the fist hit Emperor Hongde's head.

Buzz!

The bright spiritual light shone, protecting Emperor Hongde's body and blocking attacks.

"There's an assassin!"

A scream came from the clan, and the faster one was the King of Chu, who had already formed his body and pounced on the assassin.

"Amitabha!"

The assassin proclaimed the title of Buddha, and his figure skyrocketed. The gray monk's robe suddenly shattered, revealing a body that shone with golden light.

boom!

The King of Chu knocked the monk back ten feet with one punch, then ducked to follow him. A red spear appeared in his hand and stabbed directly between the monk's eyebrows.

The appearance of the assassin caused the princes and grandsons to stop crying in pain, and they couldn't help but regret that they didn't kill Emperor Hongde. It happened to be on Wusheng Mountain, so I dug a hole and buried it to avoid having to mourn again.

The monk assassin was far from a match for the King of Chu, but with just a few moves, he had broken several holes in his body.

Emperor Hongde looked gloomy and was talking to Yuan Jianzheng, asking him to divine the origin of the assassin.

brush!

A sound of wind came, a little harsher than the wind on the mountain, and a black shadow jumped out from the ground, and the same dark dagger stabbed into the heart of Emperor Hongde!

Stab!

The dagger easily penetrated the protective aura, and the black dragon robe, which was comparable to the finest magic weapon, was also easily torn apart.

Seeing that the dagger was about to penetrate the back of his heart, Emperor Hongde let out a cold snort, and then the silver sword light surged out and swept across the shadow assassin.

"Heart...sword..."

The shadow assassin spoke with difficulty and bitterness, then fell to the ground and became silent again.

"Escort! Escort!"

Sharp voices came out one after another, and several servants had already rushed from the foot of the mountain to surround Emperor Hongde.

Eunuch Chu fell into the war group and joined forces with Prince Chu to suppress the second-grade monks.

The monk soon died and his injuries became more and more serious.

Emperor Hongde ordered: "King Chu, Eunuch Chu, must be captured alive!"

"Amitabha!"

When the monk heard this, he no longer defended himself. He clasped his hands and shouted the Buddha's slogan: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. When you turn around, you will find a shore. When you turn around, you will find a shore..."

After saying this, the relics collapsed on their own, and their souls were destroyed.

"snort!"

Emperor Hongde snorted coldly and asked, "Yuan Aiqing, can you guess where these two are from?"

At this time, all the officials who noticed something strange came quickly and looked at Yuan Jianzheng.

"Your Majesty, the origin of the assassin has been figured out by experts, but..."

Yuan Jianzheng glanced at Baiguan and said, "My status is a bit special. If anything happens, big trouble may occur!"

"Special? You dare to ambush in the Holy Mountain and try to assassinate the king. This is a slap in the face of the entire Dagan."

Emperor Hongde said angrily: "Yuan Aiqing doesn't need to care about anyone, just reveal the identity of the assassin now!"

Yuan Jianzheng said: "Your Majesty, first of all, this monk is a worshiper of the Pang family. He once practiced in Jingang Temple and was kicked out of the temple for breaking the prohibition on killing."

Emperor Hongde's face darkened, he looked at Xianggong Pang and said, "Pang Aiqing goes up to identify him, but is Yuan Jianzheng right?"

Mr. Pang's expression remained unchanged, he took a few steps forward to identify it carefully, nodded and said.

"Your Majesty, it is true that he is enshrined in the minister's house, but this evil monk behaves arrogantly and domineeringly, and even his subordinates don't take him seriously. He was expelled from the Pang family long ago."

"It turns out that he has been expelled!"

Emperor Hongde spoke meaningfully and continued: "Yuan Aiqing, tell me about the identity of the other assassin."

Yuan Jianzheng bowed and said: "The assassin's name is Yan Ying, he is Yan Shoufu's younger brother, a second-grade martial arts master, good at assassination..."

Wow!

The officials were in an uproar and subconsciously stayed away from Yan Gao, the chief minister of the cabinet.

Many officials did not believe that Yan Gao would risk his life to assassinate Emperor Hongde. However, it was his younger brother who took action, and he was only one step away from succeeding.

Such a relationship, I have to believe it!

The sword light that was shot at the end instantly killed the second grade, which was obviously the method used by the Protector Martial Saint to protect Emperor Hongde.

Emperor Hongde said in a deep voice: "Yan Aiqing, have I ever treated you so harshly that I ordered my own brother to be assassinated?"

Yan Gao slowly took off his official hat, then knelt on the ground and said.

"Official... I have nothing to say!"

Brothers Yan Ying and Yan Gao are known as two masters in one discipline, one in literature and one in martial arts. The two brothers have a deep relationship. Even if he didn't know why Yan Ying assassinated Emperor Hongde, Yan Gao knew that no matter how hard he tried to argue, it would be useless.

Xianggong Pang's expression changed, he looked at the monk who was sitting in the body, and then he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Your Majesty, I am wronged! That evil monk must have been bewitched by the Yan family and did such a heinous act!"

The Yan family is already destined to die, even if they are dead Taoist friends but not poor Taoists. Adding some charges to them is nothing.

"Pang Aiqing is loyal and patriotic, I can certainly trust you."

As Emperor Hongde spoke, he actually stepped forward to help Mr. Pang up, straightened his clothes personally, and said, "Pang Aiqing needs to pay more attention to many cabinet matters in the future!"

Xianggong Pang's expression changed slightly, and he was immediately convinced that the assassination was a plan directed and performed by Emperor Hongde.

Although it is unclear why Monk and Yan Ying were controlled by Emperor Hongde, from then on, the cabinet was completely controlled by Emperor Hongde.

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, Emperor Hongde nodded, and Xianggong Pang did not dare to refute anything.

The cabinet dared to displease Emperor Hongde, and the crime of regicide and rebellion was enough to exterminate the nine Pang family members.

Mr. Pang burst into tears and said with gratitude, "I will definitely live up to your majesty's trust!"

Emperor Hongde nodded slightly and waved his hand.

Eunuch Si, the chamberlain, escorted Yan Gao down the mountain, and Eunuch Chu and the King of Chu accompanied him to escort him. After all, the prisoner was a famous scholar all over the world.

At this time.

Several rays of light flew from a distance and landed on Wusheng Mountain. They appeared in the form of Wang Boan and Xianfengsi.

"Report to Your Majesty!"

Wang Bo'an knelt on the ground and said loudly: "I have received a secret report that Yan Gao, together with the third prince, intends to rebel. The members of the Yan Mansion and Prince Yu's Mansion have been arrested and put into prison!"

The third prince, who was watching a play, secretly cursed Emperor Hongde's sudden death. When he heard this, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground and fainted.

Emperor Hongde waved his hand, and someone immediately dragged the third prince down and praised him.

"Wang Aiqing did a good job, so he and I sent Grandpa Huang to his burial!"

"I will do my best and will not give up even if I die!"

Wang Bo'an stood at the edge of Emperor Jingtai's grave, with no fear on his face, as if he was looking at a passerby.

There was no trouble after that. As Emperor Hongde buried the last shovelful of earth, the powerful Emperor Jingtai was, after all, just a handful of loess, no different from ordinary people.