Night, Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng was staring at the stars in the sky, watching the stars at night.

The crape myrtle is swaying, and the light confuses and guards the heart.

The old man sweeping the floor in the Gaozu Temple on Wudang Mountain also walked tremblingly to Zhang Sanfeng's side.

"The heart is the bright hall, and the temple is also the temple of confusion. If you keep the heart in confusion, the master will change the government, and the Lord will take away his merits."

Translated, it means that the heart represents the location of the Emperor's Mingtang, and is closely related to Yinghuo. It is called the "Yinghuo Temple". Yinghuo guards the heart, which symbolizes the emperor's funeral or the demise of the country.

Zhang Sanfeng gave the old man a slightly surprised look.

"Back then, I killed too much and my body was full of hidden wounds. I should have died a long time ago. It was only because of your rescue that I am still alive today. I have spent these years cultivating myself and reciting the Taoist canon. Now I can't carry a knife to kill people. I can only look at the stars!

"

The ruthless man who was full of murderous intent and ignored others has now become an old man who sweeps the floor and gazes at the stars. Even Zhang Sanfeng can't help but sigh, things in the world are impermanent.

"Looks like I have to go down the mountain!"

Zhang Sanfeng's words moved the old man's face.

"When Emperor Gao passed away, you didn't come down from the mountain. Why now..."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, then took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Shrink the ground into an inch, and take a step thousands of feet.

The old man sweeping the floor was left alone. He looked at the sky and saw that the stars were dim and unclear, and the Wenqu, Wuqu, and Ritual instruments were dim. After a long while, the old man picked up the broom and headed towards the ancestral hall.

"Hey, what a troubled time!"

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Above the Shendu Night Market, the lights are brightly lit.

Bustling crowds, row upon row of shops, and endless vendors on the streets.

Since the collapse of the former Tang Dynasty, the land of China has been divided among princes, and disputes have continued.

It was not until the former Qin Dynasty that the Central Plains was unified, but within a few years of peace there was another century of disputes, and then the iron hoofs of Daqian and Houjin went south and trampled on the Central Plains.

Even though Emperor Taizu Gao unified the world, he was still on the Northern Expedition.

As a historical torrent, this is inevitable for the revival of China, but for ordinary people, it is real to live a peaceful life.

It was not until today that he succeeded to the throne that he had the appearance of governing the world.

Externally, he harmonized the various tribes and settled in the Guanhe River. Internally, he cultivated benevolent government and brought peace to the common people.

Build water conservancy projects and encourage farmers to farm mulberry trees.

Dredge canals and open up maritime trade.

Even though there were frequent natural disasters, the Great Zhou Dynasty still had the prototype of a prosperous age, and the world was at peace.

No matter how future generations evaluate it, I am a concubine in this dynasty, and I am very lucky!

An old charcoal seller was selling charcoal. Different from the charcoal sellers in the former Tang Dynasty, the old man was dressed warmly, had a ruddy complexion and was in good spirits.

In the original Gyeonggi Province, there were still cancerous gang members, ranging from big ones like the Cao Gang, to small ones like the Volcano Gang that monopolizes charcoal, to street gangsters and rogues.

Although it cannot be said that the situation is dire, the people are indeed unbearable.

The joint actions of Yang Qingyuan, Dali Temple and Liumen have wiped out all gangs in the Gyeonggi area within a few years.

"Brother, your charcoal fire is pretty good!"

Next to the old charcoal seller, there is also an old man, but he sells sugar paintings.

While chatting, the sugar painting old man did not stop. The spoon in his hand trembled, and in an instant, a sugar painting of a horse appeared on the iron plate.

"What a skill!" Tan Weng, who was watching this action, exclaimed, "With this skill, you must be living a good life!"

The old man with sugar paintings smiled reservedly and said, "This is the hand of my ancestors. It's a pity that the business has only been good in the past ten years. Before, how many people who were homeless and hungry could afford to buy sugar paintings?"

"

Sugar paintings have never been a necessity for survival, but a spice of life.

The middle-aged couple selling wontons on the side couldn't stand the arrogance of the sugar-painted old man.

The middle-aged woman who was clearing away the dishes said with a smile, "Uncle, don't listen to Uncle Li. With the money he has saved over the years, he not only bought a wife for his son, but also bought a house in this sacred city.

A little house!”

Hearing this, Uncle Li also laughed and scolded, "You and your wife are still saying that I suffered the hardships of those gangsters back then. My monthly hard-earned money, mediation money, street cleaning money, all combined, I only earned half of what I earn now."

But you, on the other hand, met with good times from the beginning. The emperor is a sage, and Yang Qingtian is a powerful minister. He has dealt with all the ruffians. Otherwise, how could you laugh so happily!"

In Gyeonggi Province now, if you set up a stall on a specific street, you only need to pay a street cleaning fee of 60 cents per month to get permission to set up a stall, which is divided into two cents per day.

If someone dares to bully others, or if they are gangsters who want to cause trouble, there is no need to report them to the police, the police patrolling the streets will deal with them.

The charcoal seller also sighed with emotion, "Yes! Thank you to the Emperor! Otherwise, my charcoal would have been forcibly bought at a low price by the people from the Volcano Society."

While the charcoal seller was talking, a man in a brocade robe who looked like a steward came over.

"Uncle, how can you sell this charcoal?"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, twelve cents per catty."

Charcoal was a luxury item in ancient times, and it was not something ordinary people could afford.

It would be great if ordinary people can have firewood for burning!

After hearing the price, the steward thought it was fair. "In this case, I want this car. Send it to Li's house in Changpingfang! I'll give you one, two, and five cents!"

"okay!"

The charcoal seller got the money, couldn't help smiling on his face, then pulled up the car and left with the steward.

The people in this night market could not stop smiling.

Pedestrians laughed and sang songs, and the houses of the villagers were full of food.

There is nothing more glorious than this.

Two six-door police officers patrolling the streets greeted people and patrolled the streets.

Although the ruffians are gone, petty theft is still indispensable.

"Brother! It seems that we returned empty-handed today!"

The young detective spoke.

"Isn't it bad to be empty-handed? Only empty-handed means our street is peaceful! Hahaha!"

"Snow!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed to the sky and said in surprise.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It’s only October and it’s already snowing!

There will be snow and frost in October, and the warehouses will be full of food next year.

Just when everyone was lamenting that the snow came very early this year, "Boom!...Boom!"

From the direction of Miyagi, a dull bell suddenly sounded.

One voice after another resounded throughout Kyoto.

"What's going on?! Why are you ringing the bell so late at night!?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shendu Night Market, the noisy long street, gradually becomes quiet as the bells ring.

Everyone was waiting for the bells to end, and silently prayed in their hearts that the bells would ring less.

Whether an emperor is a lord of sage or not is not only evaluated by Qingshi.

These ordinary people, who are as inconspicuous as ants, know better whether the person in a high position is a good emperor.

Because great achievements can be faked! But the people of Li are getting better and better, and they cannot be faked!

"How many times did a set of bells ring?" a person in the crowd asked tremblingly. He felt that he had counted wrongly.

The fortune teller next to him was the most proficient in mathematics, but at this time, he thought too much that he had made a mistake in counting.

"Forty-five."

Forty-five, the number ninety-five.

The bell rings forty-five, the sound of great mourning.

There is only one person in the world who can bear the sound of great mourning.

The two police officers who were patrolling the streets knelt down facing the direction of the palace.

Beside them, more and more people knelt down one by one.
To be continued...