After taking off his crimson official robe and returning to the local county government, Feng Lingjun waved off his entourage. Then he sat at the desk and looked at the four treasures of the study in front of him, which were worth thousands of gold. He slowly exhaled, and his originally cold face could not help but reveal A hint of tiredness.
He has done similar things several times since he was appointed by His Majesty to inspect the capitals of various states in Daqian.
As long as there is enough evidence to prove that local officials have not performed the duties entrusted to them by the imperial court and have harmed the people, then they have the right to execute them according to their own wishes without going through a memorial.
Whether he is dismissed from office, thrown into prison, or directly beheaded, he can do it. Of course, in addition to having the right to behead first and report later, he also has certain appointment and removal rights, and can promote some officials whose positions are not so important.
But compared to the subsequent appointment and dismissal of officials, Feng Lingjun did the most with the guillotine given by the emperor, killing heads and making officials from all walks of life frightened. Mentioning his name can't help but tremble. .
Feng Lingjun also knew that by doing this, he was completely cutting himself off from the officialdom, and he didn't know how many people he would offend. Many high-ranking figures in the officialdom regarded him as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, and wished they could get rid of him quickly.
He knew this, and even before leaving Kyoto, he made a plan, warning himself over and over in his heart not to act out of emotion, try not to use the guillotine given by the emperor, and use the rights given to him by the emperor as much as possible to promote some A man who truly serves the country and the people.
But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Along the way, he did not find a few pillars of talent that caught his eye. Instead, he saw those corrupt officials who were fat-headed and big-eared, thinking only about how to extract money from the people. One crop after another.
Then, in his plan, the imperial guillotine, which must not be used except as a last resort, has never been truly cleaned from the first day of seeing blood. The blood stains on it have not dried up yet. Another head was sent down.
This almost unscrupulous style of acting has created a reputation that is almost worshiped by the lower class people. The name Feng Qingtian was passed down by word of mouth and was continuously praised in the Daqian Dynasty.
But Feng Qingtian, who was so praised by the people, was at another extreme in the officialdom. Officials outside the capital would inevitably spit in their mouths no matter who mentioned him.
As for the people in Kyoto, although there were many voices scolding him, most of them were glad that he was finally able to get out of the capital and join the local "local emperors".
Feng Lingjun knew all of this, but after starting the killing ban, he didn't care much about it. Apart from being a little worried at the beginning, he had already tested it out.
Within the territory of Daqian, no one dared to touch him. Thanks to his grandson who seemed to be the reincarnation of a saint, even though he destroyed the tacit understanding among various officials since the founding of Daqian and trampled on countless According to the rules, he was fine.
"Do you still want to write a memorial?"
A slightly childish voice sounded in the study room where Feng Lingjun seemed to be the only one. Feng Lingjun, who had long turned into jet black hair, responded softly. He was not surprised by this.
"Um!"
"It's really troublesome. After you finish writing the memorial and send it up, wait for the emperor to approve it, appoint officials, and wait for all these messy things to be completed, it will inevitably take another ten days and a half!"
"With the Mo family's structure and ship, maybe it won't take that long!"
Feng Lingjun responded while writing the memorial.
Although the little guy he raised is ignorant and troublesome, compared to the ordinary inspection minister, the power he has is outrageous enough.
But no matter how outrageous it is, everything he has is given by the emperor. He can behead the person first, but after beheading the person, he must clearly explain the reason for the beheading, otherwise, it will be a serious crime.
Good at killing officials!
This is a crime that even the emperor does not want to bear. There must be a justifiable reason for killing people. Killing people as they please is like bandits and robbers.
"It's still very troublesome. If you have to stay here for such a long time, you might as well report to the emperor and ask him to send all those guys from the Hanlin Academy to follow you. If you kill one of them, you will replace him with another one!"
"Then I'll simply write to Your Majesty to ask him to abdicate and give me the throne under his butt!"
Hearing the irrelevant words coming from beside him, Feng Lingjun responded angrily.
"Okay, okay, then let that dog emperor abdicate. I have disliked that guy for a long time. Every time I see him, the way he looks at me is wrong!"
"Don't talk nonsense. As a minister, how can you have such disloyal and unjust thoughts?"
Hearing that the guy next to him took what he said seriously, Feng Lingjun's wolf-hair pen that was wandering on the memorial paused slightly.
"Didn't you say so yourself?"
"That's a joke!"
"You are not joking, grandpa, if you want to be the emperor, my grandson can help and try to see if you can sit in that position!"
At this time, a third voice sounded in the study room, which seemed to be occupied by only one person. Along with a low roar, a Taoist priest with a handsome appearance and celestial appearance appeared.
Along with this man, there was also a strange beast that was lying next to the old man, but now it had straightened up and made an attack posture.
It was a strange beast no more than the size of a lamb. It was not that big, but its shape was similar to that of a unicorn. It had thick, dark hair all over its body, its eyes were bright and lively, and it had a horn on its forehead.
Haechi!
If Feng Bingwen couldn't recognize such a recognizable beast, it would have blinded him to his identity as Supreme Taoist Master.
The first time he saw this strange beast, Feng Bingwen felt that he had found the root cause of his old man's killing. Corrupt officials are not easy to identify. After all, no one would recognize the words "I am a corrupt official."
It's written on the face.
Some people who are extremely greedy may appear to have nothing to lose, live a tight life, and look extremely shabby, but in reality, their accumulated wealth can reach a level beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
But if there is a Haechi accompanying him, no matter how well the corrupt official pretends to be, it is all in vain. When encountering such auspiciousness that can discern people's hearts, no matter how deep the city is, no matter how good his acting skills are, it will be of no use.
"Wen'er?!"
The inspector who was writing the memorial stared blankly at the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared in his temporary study. Then, he was so stern that even without making any expression, a smile appeared on the face that others could not help but feel intimidated by.
.
"You're back!"
"Well, I'm back. I just came from my grandma's place!"
Feng Bingwen nodded and replied that at this moment he had given up the idea of taking grandma over and letting her stay with grandpa. It was better to leave the old man alone.
No matter what the reason is, this old man in his family is indeed quite capable. He is already so old and has such a murderous streak. I had never noticed it before.
"How is your grandma?"
The person who accompanied him for most of his life is now a completely different person, and the power in his hands is enough to be regarded as a high-ranking man. He cannot let go of him.
"Eat well, sleep well, and your body and bones are getting better and better, but there is no one to accompany you!"
Feng Bingwen told the truth, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the Haechi that had completely relaxed, no longer vigilant, and even lay back lazily.
"That's good, that's good. I'll take the time to go back after a while!"
After receiving the news from home, the smile on Feng Lingjun's face was no longer so stiff. He was followed by a strange beast. He hadn't smiled for a long time. After all, no official could hide his true thoughts in front of him. Corrupt officials could not even think about it.
Disguised in front of him.
"With all due respect, given your current situation, it is better not to go back. Although I have arranged some guardian spirits for grandma, I am not sure how many people you have offended so far!"
Feng Bingwen sincerely suggested that no matter how wide the Daqian cultivation world is, there are still some aristocratic cultivation families in his country. He has nothing to fear, but his family members must take care of them.
With the old man's killing method, God knows whether he killed those who came from the cultivating family, maybe he did, so it's not surprising.
"this……"
Hearing his grandson mention this matter, even the old man felt a little embarrassed. After all, what he did was in some ways an act of angry youth, but the difference was that he could take action and treat people he disliked.
With objects, delete them directly.
He knew that this was not good, but he really couldn't stand those guys who preyed on the common people, pretending to be shameless in front of him, showing sympathy for the people, being loyal to the emperor and patriotism. In contrast, he sent them to the guillotine and ended their crimes.
It took him a lifetime to make him happy and have clear thoughts.
"Stop talking about these things, I want to ask, what happened to this Haechi?"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and pointed at the magical beast that looked familiar, but completely incompatible with what he remembered. He had some guesses in his mind, but it felt a little outrageous.
"You don't know him?"
There was indescribable surprise on the old man's face.
"That's the black cat?!"
Feng Bingwen's expression was also a little subtle. How could that little black cat look like this in just a few years?
"Well, it's the cub of the little tabby cat you brought back. Don't you know?"
The old man was a little surprised. He knew almost everything he should know. He didn't bother to ask about things he shouldn't know. He couldn't care about it anyway. Knowing it would be a waste of time.
"I didn't expect it to be a Haechi!"
Feng Bingwen stretched out his hand and couldn't help pinching the center of his eyebrows. This time when he went home, there were really surprises one after another.
When the old man passed the exam and went to the capital, he took the little black cat he picked up with him. He didn't care much about it. After all, the black cat did have the ability to ward off evil spirits.
The old man didn't expect that this little black cat seemed to go a little too far in warding off evil spirits.
"I didn't expect that either."
Feng Lingjun's expression is also a bit complicated. If it weren't for this strange beast that can discern people's hearts and make corrupt officials unable to hide, his current situation would probably be completely different. Maybe he would also be separated from those corpses.
The guys are complicit.
However, now he has become Feng Qingtian who makes corrupt officials frightened and makes the people grateful and eagerly awaiting him.
"Tsk!"
Feng Bingwen didn't comment too much on this. Anyway, he felt that he could still suppress the noise caused by his old man with his own cultivation.
As for why the little black cat he made a wish through the Book of Heaven turned into a Haechi, he felt that it had little to do with him, and more to do with the impact of the old man's experiences in the past few years.
Haechi is a magical beast.
Unlike those auspicious animals who like to hide in the deep mountains and swamps, the Haechi, known as the Dharma Beast, has an unusually close relationship with the human race. After all, the first law was promulgated by the human race.
"By the way, grandpa, don't you have the idea of becoming an emperor? If you think the one sitting on top is not good, I can help him move his seat and let you sit up there for a while!"
"I already said it was a joke, don't do it nonsense!"
Feng Lingjun was shocked when he heard his grandson's words. Although most of his understanding of his grandson was through secret texts, at this moment, he had a vague feeling that his grandson could really turn it into reality.
"How can this be said to be random?"
Feng Bingwen smiled, and the old man's reaction was not surprising. Although he did not see much respect and awe for the imperial power on the old man's face, changing dynasties at every turn was still beyond the scope of the old man's acceptance.
"I'm already this old, how can I still be an emperor? I don't have the ability!"
The smile on Feng Lingjun's face faded and he returned to his original seriousness. Although he was not so satisfied with the current Daqian, he had not yet thought about changing dynasties, and if he pushed himself up, he felt that he might not be able to do better than the previous dynasty.
better.
"That's it, then forget it!"
Feng Bingwen shook his head with regret on his face, which made the old man tremble with fear.
But in fact, even if the old man really had this intention, Feng Bingwen would not do it. The cause and effect involved in changing dynasties is really too great. He might die if he doesn't play well. The most taboo thing for people who practice Taoism is
It’s easier to get involved with humanity.
"You came here to look for me, am I just saying these nonsense?"
"No, I just came back from outside and came to see you. If you don't like it, I will go look for my parents. I heard that my father picked up a golden toad, so I am a little curious!"
"You didn't arrange it?"
Feng Lingjun frowned. Although he didn't know whether he did it intentionally or not, the changes in the Feng family over the years were all led by this grandson who obviously had an extraordinary background.
"This golden toad has nothing to do with me. If I had arranged it, I would never choose a toad!"