guest room.
Green smoke curls up.
The statue of Golden God is placed on the table, and Jin Cheng chants scriptures and prays devoutly.
"Golden God bless you, your light envelopes Divine Kingdom..."
"The Great Zhou relies on the power of machines to wreak havoc on Yunzhou. Although Divine Kingdom is far away, it is not stable. One day in the future, the Great Zhou invades Divine Kingdom, and the flesh and blood of the people will be unable to withstand the artillery..."
Jin Cheng murmured to himself, describing how to relieve stress for a long time, and was about to end the worship.
The statue of the god bloomed with dazzling light, and Golden God came to life in the aura. He slowly retracted the wings on his back, and Black Tiger roared from behind.
The guard who was guarding Jin Cheng in the shadows suddenly appeared, kneeling on the ground and shouting Golden God above.
"You pray, this god has already known it, and will give Machine Golden Scroll to solve the disaster!"
Golden God waved his hand and let down the divine light, which condensed into a red gold book. Then the light gradually converged and returned to wood.
Jin Cheng was stunned for a long time. If it weren't for the changing posture of the statue and the golden book left on the ground, he would have thought he had just been hit by an illusion.
Divine Kingdom is different from the Yunzhou countries or Buddhism and Daoism. It still retains records from ancient times without any tampering, and it still has deep faith in the Cultivation World that once existed.
Golden God comes from Cultivation World, which is one of the fundamentals of the doctrine!
Jin Cheng murmured, "Is it possible that Golden God is still alive after the end of the world? Or is Divine Kingdom enshrined and condensed into Golden God's will?"
The guard reminded, "Elder, what we have to do now is to escort the golden book back to the Divine Kingdom!"
"Yes!"
Jin Cheng quickly put the gold book into his arms, but he still had doubts in his heart. "The machine has only been around for more than a hundred years, how can Golden God understand its principles?"
The guard thought hard and guessed.
"Maybe the metals in the world are under the jurisdiction of Golden God, and the machines are also made of metal!"
Time flies.
Another year.
On New Year's Eve, the imperial court issued another edict that workshops were not allowed to close and orders must be completed!
The profits brought by the war and dumping made the princes of the imperial court red-eyed, and they wished that the workshop could run continuously for twelve hours.
The day the edict was issued.
Working in tandem with the Red Alliance, workers set fire to Royal First Workshop everywhere, blocking City Patrol Bureau who came to put out the fire, and even burned tens of thousands of pieces of cloth to ashes.
It's night.
Capital Garrison went to Beijing to suppress it. The elite soldiers who had just returned from northern Xinjiang easily defeated the civil unrest.
All the people who caused trouble were the remnants of the Red Alliance. All the people who caught Execution Grounds lined up to be beheaded. Even those who wore red clothes or had red names with names, they were all arrested and tortured.
Seeing this scene, Red Alliance members could no longer hide it and jumped out one after another to stop the imperial soldiers from killing the people.
Little did he know that he fell into the trap of General Capital Garrison.
Lure the snake out of its hole!
Continuous gunshots were heard from all directions, and master spies emerged from the dark, easily surrounding and exterminating the members of the Red Alliance.
After ten years of hard training in martial arts, he is said to have the power of nine bulls and two tigers. In ancient times, he could defeat hundreds of people. However, in the face of crackling bullets, he had no choice but to swallow his hatred.
"This group of people are so stupid and cute. They are actually willing to die for Mud Legs. I am somewhat impressed by this general!"
"Jiejiejie, I heard that many Aristocratic Clan disciples have also joined Red Alliance?"
The general wore a woolen military uniform, cowhide boots and stirrups, and glanced at the dead bodies on the ground with cold eyes. "A group of half-buried old immortals are destined to be shattered to pieces under the torrent of machines. This general will be the first to break through the millennium Aristocratic Clan!"
Tavern.
A light is like a bean.
The roar of guns and artillery in the capital was endless, and Zhou Yi stood behind the counter drinking, as if he hadn't heard anything.
I have read through most of the story, and I feel so depressed that I can no longer read it.
Yin hour three quarters.
Bai Shiyu staggered in from the outside, the cook carrying it on his back groaned in pain.
The blind man was limping, his strings were broken, and there was a bloody hole in his leg.
Zhou Yi took out the jug from under the counter. "Try the secret medicinal wine with a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng added. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be cured."
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Bai Shiyu poured a bowl of wine and carefully fed it into the cook's mouth, watching as the dying man quickly regained his life.
The blind man looked at the cook with his empty eyes and said, "This wine is too precious. I can't use it for my injury."
"Don't refuse. You have to sing tomorrow, but you can't let the guests dislike you."
The injuries of Zhou Yi and the other three people are stable. They have been nourished by Spiritual Wine for thousands of years. Even their wounds will be healed tomorrow. He asked, "How are you today? Red Alliance Is there any progress?"
Bai Shiyu looked bitter, shook his head and said, "Failed."
Red Alliance burned Royal First Workshop and was brutally suppressed by the imperial court. People will have to go to work as usual tomorrow, and even have to work overtime to make up for the losses.
The cook regained his strength and slammed the table. "I keep failing. If I continue like this, I will lose the breath in my heart!"
The blind man shook his head and said, "Unless Non-Self's whole family dies, he will never be able to die."
Bai Shiyu Recalling what Lao Cai said, I always feel that Red Alliance is lacking something, and if I keep doing this, it will have little effect.
Zhou Yi asked, "I understand why blind men and cooks hate machines. Xiaobai, you Aristocratic Clan young master, why are you like this too?"
"At first it was just revenge. I learned the martial arts passed down from my family and just wanted to make a name for my ancestors."
Bai Shiyu said, "Later in the workshop, I saw the misery of the common people, and my sympathy turned into sympathy. After joining Red Alliance, I was repeatedly suppressed by the court, and now I just want to resist!"
"Well, this change of mind is almost the same."
Zhou Yi said, "No one can stop the torrent of machines. The reason why what you are doing now fails is because you are missing one thing!"
The cook was the most anxious and asked quickly, "What is missing?"
Bai Shiyu and the blind man showed hope, and Red Alliance led the people to rebel against the workshop. Successive failures extremely undermined confidence.
If it weren't for the imperial court's desperate squeeze and the people having to resist, perhaps Red Alliance would have dissipated long ago!
In the eyes of the three of them, "Shopkeeper Sun" is a strange person. No matter how the situation changes, I remain unmoved. Moreover, my family background and inheritance have been passed down for a long time. Perhaps I can point out the shortcomings of the Red Alliance!
"Program!"
"You guys lack a platform to act together and fight for!"
Zhou Yi said quietly, "You are now a veritable mob, just like the rebel armies of past dynasties. You only blindly resist and destroy, but don't know what to do."
Bai Shiyu frowned, vaguely enlightened, but didn't know what the program was.
The capital was under martial law for several days.
The ban was finally lifted today, other areas are still tentatively opening their doors, and the taverns are already packed with guests.
The mouth that had been blocked for several days began to vent, and the sky was filled with anger. Patrolman Liu from the City Patrol Bureau came several times. Under the indifferent eyes of Chen Jiye and other old money, he went to guard the door dejectedly.
The imperial spies are here. Let's go inside and let them know.
Bai Shiyu was busy greeting the guests, and kept walking all day long, and didn't close until midnight.
Close the door and lock it.
Bai Shiyu did not go to the backyard to sleep, but changed into night clothes and went out, walking through the streets and alleys along the dark corners of the walls until Yongchang Ward Princess Funing's Estate.
After climbing over the wall to transfer ownership, I found the back house very familiarly.
Woof woof woof - woof!
After a few calls, three short and one long, the window creaked open, and Funing Princess looked outside with a smile.