Your Subordinate Has Something to Report
[Part 5: The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons was destroyed five hundred years ago. The Buddhist School sect led the kingdoms of the Western Regions to annihilate the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons. It is said that in the final battle of burning the mountain, the Buddha himself intervened.]
[Three: Wait, you just mentioned Buddha, right?]
Xu Qi'an wanted to say, "Are you fucking sure Buddha really exists? There are only immortals and Buddhas outside of ranks, but do those kinds of figures really exist?"
However, Xu Qi'an did not directly ask "Does the Buddha really exist?", but instead used a tone of questioning "Dharma intervened".
That way, the truth that he's a novice won't be revealed.
[Five: Anyway, that's what my elders say, so it's highly credible, as long as you know what level the leader of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is at.]
Number Four, who had a connection with the female imperial advisor, asked: [First Rank?]
[Fifth: First Rank. Ha, Father told me that's half-step Martial God.]
Half-step Martial God? Does that mean he almost surpassed the first rank and became a "god" in the martial arts system?
Xu Qi'an was taken aback and planned to go back to the archives to check. Also, Number Five seemed to know a lot about the history of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. Could she be a remnant of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?
At this moment, the Golden Lotus Daoist, who had been hiding, revealed himself. "[The Demon Queen is a half-step Martial God? I remember the Earth Sect's records stating she should be a first-rank.]"
Demon Race and martial artists belong to the same system.
[5: I don't know the specifics either, after all, that happened five hundred years ago. After the fall of the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, the demons of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons fought for sixty years, and in the end, they could only flee the Southern Frontier.]
However, for five hundred years, the remnants of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons have never been eradicated. They possess a strong sense of unity and harbor the dream of restoring their kingdom. The reason for all this is that the princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is still alive.
[She is the last surviving daughter of the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, and the leader of the remnants of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.]
[Part 3: What level of attainment does she reach?]
[5: I don't know.]
[Part 3: What powerful demons exist in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?]
[Five: I only know the history of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, but I'm not very clear about its Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons situation. After all, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is secretly accumulating power and is not very active.]
"What you're doing is basically just giving me a history lesson; it's not really helpful for the case," Xu Qi'an thought helplessly.
At this moment, Number Two probed: [Number Three, why are you asking about information from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?]
Confucian School and the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons have no connection.
Xu Qi'an did not answer him, but typed the message: "[Master Jinlian, I have a friend who has recently been experiencing some health issues.]"
I don't know why, but he always seems to find silver on the street. It happens so frequently, it's beyond just good luck. Let me put it this way: he could live a comfortable and wealthy life simply by finding silver, without doing anything else. Since the Earth Sect cultivates merit, are there similar cases?
Finding money on the street?!
Moreover, according to Number Three, it wasn't just good luck, but rather that he frequently encountered silver.
There are people in this world who can live a wealthy and comfortable life simply by picking up silver. The Earth Book chat group fell silent for a moment.
[Five: Number Three, don't joke around.]
[Nine: Accumulating merit signifies good fortune, with the the Unseen feedback resulting in smooth sailing in all endeavors, freedom from illness and disaster, and the ability to turn misfortune into good luck. It doesn't specifically mean "finding money on the street." Hmm, do you understand what I mean, young friend?]
In other words, a person burdened with good deeds will have smooth sailing in everything they do, but this is a general, broad-based blessing, not simply finding money on the street. Xu Qi'an had a bit of a toothache.
So, his incredible luck is not the same as the merits of the Earth Sect?
He always thought that his frequent finding of money was the same as the merits he accumulated through good deeds. He believed that because of these merits, Heaven would reward him with a meal.
No one spoke for a long time. Xu Qi'an squatted in the smelly outhouse for a long time before he realized that these people had gone offline again.
"You guys have to say so before you log off, you bunch of rude netizens!" he complained, picking up the candlestick and leaving the outhouse.
After returning the candlestick to the waiter and leaving the inn, a Nightwatchers happened to pass by.
Xu Qi'an took the initiative to greet him, "Have you noticed?"
The night Nightwatchers shook their heads, their gazes fixed on the inn.
Xu Qi'an said, "I've already checked; there are no suspicious people at the inn."
Upon hearing this, his colleagues abandoned their plan to search the inn and hurriedly left.
The next morning, Number Six changed into an ordinary long gown, the loose gown concealing his burly body. He wrapped his bald head with a towel, mingled with the early risers, and quietly left the inn.
He ate breakfast at a roadside stall and headed towards the inner city gate.
As they approached the city gate, they discreetly observed that the number of guards was twice as many as usual, and there was also a white-robed official from the Bureau of Astronomy whose clear, bright eyes scrutinized everyone leaving the city.
Number Six mingled with the crowd and headed towards the inner city.
The white-robed official from the Bureau of Astronomy also scrutinized him, but after a brief look, he let him pass.
As Buddhist School disciple, he naturally had ways to dispel the Sha Qi after killing, and Number Three bought him very precious time.
If it weren't for that leaf obscuring his view and the inn's room, he definitely wouldn't have been able to escape the investigation of Warlock Bureau of Astronomy last night.
We drove east for six days and didn't return to our lodgings until almost noon. Most of the houses here were built of loess with broken black tiles on the roof.
This is a slum.
Number Six arrived at a simple courtyard with ease. The plaque above the gate read: Health Preservation Hall!
The Yangshengtang was a welfare institution of the imperial court, specifically for the care of widows, widowers, and the lonely.
Although it was officially run by the government, only a few old clerks were in charge of the affairs in the courtyard, barely enough to look after the orphans and elderly people living there.
Number Six stayed at the nursing home as a monk, helping several old officials take care of orphans and the elderly.
They don't ask for a single penny, and they often use money to subsidize the expenses of the health center.
Over the past decade or so, the imperial court has become increasingly indifferent to welfare institutions like health centers, often failing to allocate funds for several months in a row.
The government-run institutions have long been defunct in name only.
As soon as Number Six stepped into the courtyard, an old clerk came up to him and earnestly said, "Master Hengyuan, please don't bring any more children in. The family is starving."
Number Six clasped his hands together and said, "This humble monk will resolve the money issue."
At this point, Number Six remembered Number Three's friend.
This humble monk also wishes he could go out and collect silver every day.
After helping the old official cook congee and distributing it to the elderly and children, the burly, muscular monk came to the backyard.
There was a black dog in the woodshed in the backyard. It walked very clumsily, but its eyes would sometimes gleam with intelligence.
The black dog clumsily walked to the monk's feet, raised its clear black and white eyes, and mumbled incoherently, "May your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea, may you have great luck and prosperity."
Master Hengyuan looked at him with pity, put his hands together, and chanted the Dharma name in a low voice.
The murder of the Earl of Pingyuan swept through the imperial court the very next day, enraging the entire nobility. The civil service, which had always been at odds with the nobility, also took the case very seriously, and the Censorate submitted a memorial impeaching Wei Yuan.
Emperor Yuanjing severely reprimanded the commanders of the five guards in the capital, as well as Wei Yuan, the commander of the Nightwatchers.
Xu Qi'an discovered that the Nightwatchers's office was extremely passive in its attitude toward the case.
In the side hall, Xu Qi'an drank tea and chatted with Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.
"Don't be surprised. That Marquis Pingyuan is no good person. I heard some inside stories from other colleagues. Marquis Pingyuan secretly keeps human traffickers who specialize in the despicable act of trafficking people," Song Tingfeng whispered.
"Duke Wei would love for these imperial parasites to die completely; why would he expect the Nightwatchers to avenge him?"
Zhu Guangxiao said in a muffled voice, "But in the end, the court has lost face, and the officials in the court will not let this go."
"Hey, the Capital Evaluation is coming up soon. Nobody cares if the Earl of Pingyuan dies; things will calm down in a while. It's just tough on us; the government just ordered increased patrols in the inner city," Song Tingfeng said.
"I wonder how the officials in the court will deal with Duke Wei; they've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."
"Let's go to the training ground and practice to improve our teamwork," Xu Qi'an suggested.
The three of them returned to the side hall, drenched in sweat, sat down, and drank two glasses of water. Xu Qi'an said, "I'm going to the archives."
He easily found his way to the archives and said to the clerk behind the reception desk, "Find the files for the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons for me."
The clerk went into the storeroom and retrieved a copy of "Geography of the Nine Provinces: Southern Frontier".
Xu Qi'an quickly finished browsing. The book contained a lot of information about the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, but it was all history. The only valuable information was the description of the Ten Thousand Demon Queen:
Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.
"There's no record in the Nightwatchers's archives of how Number Five knew about Buddha's intervention, and what faction Number Five belongs to?" Xu Qi'an wondered to himself as he returned the file to the clerk.
"Are there any other files? Those about the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?"
"Yes, there are, but they're not in warehouse number D," the clerk replied.
The implication is that you don't have enough authority.
Xu Qi'an nodded, left the archives, and headed straight for the Righteousness Tower.
He was about to pull off a daring move to gain more of Wei Yuan's trust and appreciation; he had already prepared a detailed plan.
The guards announced their arrival and granted permission to pass.
Upon reaching the familiar seventh floor, Xu Qi'an saw the Grand Eunuch, whose temples were frosted with white and whose features were handsome.
And Nangong Qianrou, whose appearance is comparable to Xu Erlang's, and Yang Yan, the boss of the boss who has been paralyzed for many years.
Xu Qi'an said loudly, "Please dismiss your Duke Wei, Lord Wei. I have something to report."
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