Cyber Daming

The territory of the Ming Empire was extremely broad. Not counting the major criminal areas, it governed two capitals and thirteen provinces.

The Jinyiwei, as a violent bodyguard under the direct control of the Imperial Household, has always been active only in Shuntian Prefecture, Beizhili, inspecting all civil and military officials and protecting the security of the capital.

Unless it is a major case involving important court officials or relatives of the emperor, it is basically impossible for Jin Yiwei to appear in Chengdu Mansion, let alone set up a permanent office.

At that time, if the Jin Yiwei wanted to deal with a small local family like the Gu family in Yizhou, they could uproot them by just making an unfounded accusation.

There is no need to be as cautious and careful as we are now.

All the turning points occurred during the party dispute that broke out in the court ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the current Holy Emperor Jiaqi had just succeeded to the throne, and the East and West factories, which were already showing signs of decline in power, took advantage of the instability in the government to join forces to attack the New Donglin Party.

The two sides criticized each other and started a "big court debate" that lasted for half a month.

Although all the details of the East and West Factory were revealed, they were still defeated miserably by the New Donglin Party. The Director of Ceremonies and the 'three offices and one bureau' within the two factories were all disbanded.

Among them, some of the elite players are in prison, and some of them are on the run. The names marked by the cabinet's red pen span dozens of pages.

As a result, the two major departments of the Imperial Imperial Academy and Zhizhi recovered a large number of valuable research specimens.

Two powerful governors were also taken out of consciousness and thrown into the Shuntian Prefecture Jinyi Guards Prison, where they were imprisoned for an unlimited period of time.

The imperial prison is a more terrifying place than the miserable state of Huangliang in the Tianlao of the Ministry of punishment. It is silent, topless, no day and night, and you cannot feel the passage of time.

In such an environment, the prisoner's consciousness can remain absolutely clear at all times, enduring torture in endless nothingness.

Even if masters of Buddhism and Taoism, who are known as ruthless and ruthless, are caught in it, their will will soon be tortured into idiots.

Jin Yiwei, who was colluding with Dongxi Factory, could not escape the fate of being purged during this turmoil.

Fortunately, Emperor Jiaqi wrote the words "Jin Yi Wu Cuo" in his imperial pen. The New Donglin Party, which had just won a great victory, did not want to quarrel with the new emperor because of this inconsequential addition. This allowed the establishment of Jin Yiwei to be preserved. .

It's a pity that death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped.

The surviving Jinyiwei were reduced to pieces under the operation of the New Donglin Party, and their personnel were dispatched to various parts of the empire, completely losing their right to speak in the court.

After these twists and turns, Jinyiwei's power and energy have been greatly reduced, and they are in a state of decline.

It is no exaggeration to describe the hatred between Jin Yiwei and the Confucian clan as deep as the abyss.

"So Yu Kou asked you to get close to Gu Yong in order to insert you into the Gu family in Yizhou as an internal agent. After lying dormant for ten years, Jin Yiwei finally couldn't help but take action."

Crow Hua's tone was low. Even if he was just a pariah, he could still smell the fishy smell that echoed between heaven and earth when the storm was about to start.

There are no eggs left under the overturned nest.

If Jin Yiwei really wants to join forces with Daomen to cause this storm, ordinary people like them will be the first to be wet by the rain.

"If I die, leave Chengdu Mansion as soon as possible."

Li Jun remembered the message on the tablet computer verbatim and handed it back to Wu Yahua. He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, then strode out of the Crow Clinic.

Behind him, Crow Hua slowly stepped back, trying to stand firm against the wall, but still couldn't stop sliding down. Finally, Qi sat on the ground, staring at Li Jun's leaving back.

"You will never leave Sichuan if you are young and old. I have staked all my wealth on you. Don't let me down!"

At the same time, the time displayed on the tablet that fell on the old man's feet jumped to sub-hour four.

A desktop pet that looked exactly like Crow Duoduo jumped onto the screen, with a very solemn look on his face, and slowly opened the yellow scroll in his hand.

"On the eleventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of the Jiaqi reign, it is wise to lift up the lantern to wander the gods, and avoid killing people."

Children's words are loud and chilly!

"Raise the lamp and wake up!"

Following a high-pitched chant, dozens of shirtless and muscular men shouted angrily at the same time, raising bamboo poles as thick as bowls in their hands.

A bamboo dragon stretching for hundreds of feet rose up, and the red silk wrapped around the dragon's body kept dancing in the wind.

Holding a huge dragon ball with a diameter of one foot in its huge claws, the lights swayed and it flew up in the wind.

It was still dusk at this time, but the merchants on Kowloon Street had already turned on the neon lights on their signboards, and various dazzling lights gradually lit up on both sides of the street, guiding the way for the dragon lanterns.

Red lanterns were also hung in the shacks and tube buildings deep in the street, and inverted blessing characters were posted on the doors of every house. The whole block was filled with a festive atmosphere.

"The dragon lantern is up, the gods are on their way!"

After the red dragon, the specially-made carts started slowly.

There are carved buildings and painted buildings and green tiles and cornices standing on the carriage body. There are Confucian pavilions, Taoist spiritual palaces, and Buddhist temples.

Although they are all hand-shaped, they are all lifelike.

The angry-eyed King Kong and the golden-armored priests were accompanying them, and the man hiding among them performed vigorously, sparing no effort to show the majesty of the gods.

The Luan bird with floating equipment installed on its wings sang loudly in the air, its long feathers shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Children wearing Sanxingdui masks chased the funny and cute Third Prince of electronic music with a head as big as a bucket.

The arrogant official walked at the back of the parade to suppress all evil spirits.

Families supported the old and young, put on the most appropriate clothes at home, and applauded and cheered for these floats that came from all over the empire.

Li Jun stood in the crowded crowd, quietly watching the bizarre scene of gods and humans coexisting in front of him, enjoying the tranquility before the storm.

"The gods will do their best, and the world will be at peace!"

The parade finally reached its climax. People on both sides raised their hands toward the sky and shouted in unison: "God bless, may the world be safe!"

"God bless the world!"

The sound waves are like waves and the noise is very high.

"Mom, look carefully. There is someone running on Lord Dragon's back."

The woman who was praying devoutly was suddenly disturbed. She looked down with a tigerish face. Her son, wearing the mask of the Monkey King, was tugging at the corner of his clothes and shouting excitedly.

The Dragon King is made of bamboo, who can run on it?

The woman didn't even think about it, she just shook her hand and said, "If you don't pray well and scream with a hammer, I'll go back and skin you."

"It's true, and it's not just one, it's several people."

The little great sage covered his head and wanted to defend himself, but when he saw the woman raise an eyebrow, he quickly reached out and hugged her thigh to beg for mercy.

The woman snorted coldly, clasped her hands together again, and continued to worship the passing gods devoutly.

After his mother began to pray, the Little Monkey King secretly took out a cannon the size of his little finger from his trouser pocket and threw it hard at his feet.

"You dare to run on the Dragon King's back and kill you little fleas!"

Snapped!

boom! ! ! !

Huge explosions resounded throughout the world, and the scalding heat wave carried suffocating power.

The back of the red dragon was blown off, and the flying gravel and bamboo fragments instantly pierced through the dozen men carrying the dragon.

The originally festive red silk became the best fuel for the flames, and thick black smoke quickly filled the streets.

The mighty team of gods instantly transformed into birds and beasts and dispersed, with heart-rending exclamations and screams everywhere.

"Is Lord Dragon really angry?"

The little great sage was stunned by the sudden loud noise. He wanted to raise his eyes to see if it was really the Dragon King who was angry, but found that his eyes were dark.

A black figure stood in front of him, separating the crowds of people like a rock.

"Great Sage, can I help you clean up those little fleas?"

The little Great Sage couldn't understand what the man in front of him was talking about. He only thought that the three words "Great Sage" were particularly pleasant to the ears. His eyes under the mask were bent into crescent moons, and he shook his head with a smile.

Just as he was about to let the man shout again, he suddenly felt himself rising into the clouds and mist. The old woman who had come back to her senses grabbed her into her arms and ran towards the distance.

Li Jun looked back at the black spots dancing among the buildings in the distance, with a sneer on his lips.

"As commanded."