The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

The emperor leaned against the stone pillars of the ruined temple, his eyes distracted. It took him a long time to digest everything the beggars told him.

His surname is Huang and his name is Huang Shang. The family used to have a little bit of land, with a wife and a couple of children. Although life was poor, it was also enjoyable.

One day, while he was working in the fields, his wife came to bring him food. He happened to be seen by the local landowner. When the man saw his wife's beauty, he became evil-minded. He wanted to do something evil while he was not at home. During the resistance, his wife was accidentally covered to death by the man.

He was distraught and went to report to the official. But the county magistrate had long been bribed by the landlord. After a fake interrogation, the landlord escaped from the law, and he was imprisoned because of false accusations.

A few days later, when he returned home from prison, he found that his children had both died after eating rat poison placed in the corner due to hunger.

He held the bodies of his children and cried for three days and three nights. In the end, he cried so much that he could no longer shed tears.

Frustrated, he set fire to the house and wanted to seek revenge on the landlord. But the landlord, surrounded by many slaves, never took his revenge seriously. Instead, he regarded his anger as a diversion from the boring life.

He failed several times and was beaten seriously. This leg was broken by a gangster hired by the landlord a few days ago.

In addition, the landlord mobilized his own connections and ordered everyone in the city not to give him relief. He also found a group of gangsters who repeatedly provoked him when he begged for food.

Due to extreme hunger, he fainted outside the ruined temple. It was these beggars who saved him. Let him live with them.

As the memory came back, those heart-wrenching feelings came back again.

Yes!

He is a beggar, a beggar who is bullied and has no power.

He was bullied and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he dreamed that he was an emperor who killed people without blinking an eye.

In his dream, these beggars were eunuchs, guards, and ministers...

Now that he had woken up from the dream, he was back to reality.

He is nothing.

Looking at the group of beggars taking care of him, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. In the dream, his way of revenge was to become a rich man and kill the poor.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside, and someone shouted loudly: "Get out of here, all the beggars!"

The beggars looked at each other, wondering what had happened. When I went out, I saw a high-ranking official in official uniform and riding a tall horse. He pulled the reins and said arrogantly: "You are not allowed to live in this place anymore. I will give you a stick of incense to get out."

The old beggar came forward and knelt down, speaking in a humble tone, "May I ask why this official wants to drive us out?"

The man hit him on the back of the head with a riding crop. The old beggar held his head and complained of pain. He lay on the ground and rolled around, blood seeping out from his fingertips.

"How dare you ask me what you are?"

"Although he is a beggar, he is also a human being, and he is not guilty. If you have something to say, why do you want to do this?" Huang Shang limped forward. He looked very familiar to him, as if he was familiar with him. Appeared in dreams. He also found a soul for himself.

The man leaned on the horse and laughed loudly, "A beggar is a human being?! This is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life."

The attendants around him also burst into laughter.

"No sin? Poverty is your biggest sin. The poor have committed sins in the past life and are only punished in this life. I might as well tell you that I was ordered to drive away all the beggars and poor people. Today, the Holy Spirit has a kind heart and does not want you to wander around in front of him. .”

"What's the point of this?" Huang Shang said: "We are poor and have been harmed by you officials and powerful people. Why should we deserve it? Now you have to take away even this ruined temple. You have many houses and don't care. But we only have this ruined temple.”

"You are very good at talking." The man looked at him contemptuously, "But there is one thing you didn't tell the whole story. Not only do we not care about the house, we don't even care about you. Beat him to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, several followers rushed over and kicked and punched him, hitting his vitals everywhere, and even kicked his broken leg.

He lay on his side, curled up and holding his head, feeling that his internal organs were about to be shattered.

A black shadow flashed across his face, and when he looked up, he saw an old beggar standing in front of him.

After a long time, the man stopped, ordered people to set fire to the ruined temple, and walked away.

The beggars carried him and the old beggar outside in a hurry. There was blood in his mouth and nose, and he felt severe pain all over his body if he moved even slightly.

He lay aside, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the old beggar.

The old beggar could only breathe out but not in, and he passed away soon.

It was as if there was a lump of cotton stuffed in his chest, which made him miserable.

No one will make decisions for them, no one will see their suffering. Their existence is regarded as a sin, poverty is a sin, and they were born with sin on their backs. Even if they die, no one will pity them.

He couldn't breathe, his vision went dark, and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he found that he was being swept away by a piece of shit, the air around him was filled with a stench, and he could vaguely hear the sound of swallowing.

He pushed aside the mat and looked around before realizing he was in a mass grave. The beggars must have seen him faint and thought he was dead, so they threw him here.

There were several wild dogs nibbling on a corpse nearby, and it was likely that it would be his turn soon.

He looked at the shabby mat and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Compared to the corpse next to him, he still had a broken mat. But he never did evil in his life, and in the end he ended up dead without a burial place.

Suddenly, there was the sound of gongs and drums not far away. He turned around and saw the royal guard of honor passing by. They were solemn and majestic, probably the emperor was on a patrol.

Through the ground he heard the dull sound of carriage wheels rolling by. The carriage was carefully designed so that the people inside would not be affected at all when walking on a bumpy road.

Those horses are also trained from an early age and screened at all levels. The cost of raising a horse is more than the average family's income from ten years of hard work.

In the dream, he had ridden in that carriage, and he knew how comfortable it was and how everything was available. He remembered that he had executed two palace maids and several eunuchs because a decoration was missing in the carriage.

The car was getting closer to him. He saw a big hole nearby, and the car would definitely roll over if it passed there. He waited, hoping bitterly that the people inside the carriage would fall out and die.

Suddenly, a layer of fog appeared in front of his eyes. When the fog dissipated, the car drove straight over the pit without any rollover or bumps. It was as if it was walking on flat ground.

Why is this happening?

He looked carefully and found out that the wheels were not wheels, but bones. Thousands of piled-up bones supported the movement of the carriage, just to satisfy one person's needs.

Those white bones grew flesh and blood, and their faces gradually became clearer. They all had the same face as him. They were ordinary people like him.

But the emperor didn't think there was anything wrong with riding on their heads. Because he is the emperor, he should be held high; he is the emperor, and everything he does is in compliance with the destiny.

The emperor opened the curtain and looked out. He saw a mass grave and sighed: "What a short-lived man. He must have committed too many sins in his previous life."

And Huang Shang, who was lying on the broken mat, saw that the person who opened the curtain also had a face exactly like his.

The emperor is him, and the common people are also him, there is no difference between them. The only difference is whether he is outside the carriage or inside.

No one has the privilege of riding on anyone else's head.

"Have you realized it?" A woman's voice sounded.

He let out a long sigh, shed two lines of clear tears, and breathed his last.

"Ah!" The emperor shouted and sat up from the bed. The eunuch heard the commotion and immediately came to ask what his orders were.

He was a little confused. At this moment, he was in a magnificent palace, with a soft bed under him and eunuchs and maids kneeling in front of the bed.

Could this be my dream again? Is he an emperor or a beggar?

He thought of Jiang Zhixia and immediately asked the eunuch where their group had gone.

The eunuch handed over a letter, "Those people left together with the imperial concubine, saying that it was the emperor's will. He also said that when you wake up, I will show you this."

He opened the envelope and read:

The deer is suspicious and it is difficult to tell the difference between Zheng and Xiang.

Is it possible to know whether the butterfly transformed into Zhuang Sheng?

If it is not a dream now,

How long can it last longer than a dream?

He pondered for a moment, and then issued a decree that from now on, beggars would no longer be driven out of the city. At the same time, he summoned ministers to the palace to discuss relief for the poor.

On the other side, Jiang Zhixia and the others stayed in an inn in Lingqiu.

The emperor's dream was made up by Lin Yi using the Jin Ling bracelet. In order to make the time longer and the content more realistic, she also used a "dream incense", which she brought down from Dongyao Mountain. It has never been used before, but today it was used on the emperor.

Jiang Zhixia was sitting on the second floor of the inn, drinking tea, her heart bleeding - she hadn't made any money, and she even got a stick of incense.

At that time, news came outside that the emperor was granting amnesty to the world. At the same time, a list was published to announce the emperor's guilty edict. The government repented of its prejudice against the poor and would later promulgate policies to help the poor.

Cheers came and went, and many people took off their borrowed fine silk clothes and took them to the cloth store to return them. They no longer had to worry about being convicted because they would be recognized by the emperor as poor.

"Xiao Liu, do you still think that gods should not interfere in mortal affairs?" Mo Yanxu asked her.

She didn't answer.

Mo Jianxu added: "In fact, the birth of a thing must have its end, and the same is true for the emergence of a person. It is precisely because people have no ability to change people who are more powerful than them that they place their hopes on Immortal. Just like this emperor, if you know he is a tyrant but don't change him, and let him continue to harm the people, when he gets his retribution, countless people will die. And maybe he will die. "

"When he can no longer bear it, someone will come to overthrow him."

He shook his head, "It's easy to overthrow the emperor, but then they will elect a new emperor. After several times, it is just the reincarnation and repetition of history. When they are desperate, their hope will be pinned on the gods."

Jiang Zhixia held her chin, not knowing what to do. She asked Mo Yanxu if he had any good ideas.

Mo Yanxu smiled weakly, "I can't find a better way to break this rule for the moment. Maybe some of these mortals will figure out how to break out of the historical cycle. But before that, the gods still have to intervene in some injustices. Things. While protecting the people, we have to wait for that person to appear. Only then can we completely withdraw."

Jiang Zhixia looked at the crowded people downstairs, and some of her thoughts began to change.