The first thousand one hundred and fortieth chapters of the Holy Religion
"The evil spirits have dispersed, the evil spirits have dispersed..."
Qian Duoduo was talking nonsense and dancing in the hall as if he was crazy. The muscles on Qian Caishen's face twitched and he said angrily: "You must not be rude in front of His Highness!"
"Amitabha, the Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Lord, are as anxious as laws and regulations, Om Mani Padme Hum..."
Qian Duoduo spoke plausibly and returned to his position, looking a little tired. After a fierce struggle with the evil ghost and winning the victory, he was indeed tired.
The third prince looked at him, but stopped asking.
Yang Yanzhou glanced around and said: "These days, although we have won over many courtiers and greatly weakened the power of the eldest prince, the prince is still the prince. This progress is still not enough. We still need to do more.
many……"
Qian Caishen took a sip of tea and said: "As far as I know, there is still a big force lurking around the prince, but it has not taken action. We have to guard against it."
Zhao Yi put down the teacup and said slowly: "Holy religion."
The people here are all those who stirred up troubles in Qi State, so they naturally know what the Holy Religion is.
This is a huge force hidden among the people of Qi, which is so huge that people are frightened.
Headed by the so-called "Tianhou Empress", they were distributed in all states and prefectures of Qi State, and even penetrated into the government halls. They were a force that officials in the court and even the emperor were extremely wary of.
The imperial court and His Majesty both wanted to get rid of it quickly, but this force was too powerful and mysterious. It just lay dormant on weekdays and did not cause much turmoil. Several attempts were made to clear it out, but all ended in vain.
Now that this force has colluded with the eldest prince, they need to be even more careful.
"Why don't you report this matter to Your Majesty?" Someone said loudly: "Your Majesty cannot tolerate the collusion between the eldest prince and the holy religion. This matter is enough to make him lose his position as prince."
"No." Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said: "In the eyes of the officials and your majesty, the imperial censors in the court are all our people, not to mention whether your majesty will believe it or think that we are framed.
The evidence we have is too little, so rushing into it would be harmful rather than beneficial..."
Some people sighed: "Keeping this holy religion is a disaster after all. If the holy religion is not eliminated, we will have trouble sleeping at night..."
Eliminating the holy religion is easier said than done.
If the Holy Cult were so easy to get rid of, the imperial court would not have allowed them to appear in Qi State long ago.
Unable to get rid of it, and unable to condone it, things have reached a deadlock again.
Qian Caishen looked back at Qian Duoduo and asked: "Duoduo, what do you think about this matter?"
Qian Duoduo was holding the tea cup, sipping the tea in small sips. Hearing this, he looked at Qian Caishen and said, "I don't have any idea. Dad, is your tea cold? I'll give you some more..."
Qian Caishen looked at him and said: "Dad, I won't ask Taoist priests or monks to treat you anymore. You should talk nicely..."
"What ideas can I have..." Qian Duoduo put down his teacup and said, "What about the holy religion? Just get rid of it. Just send troops to fight. What can I do?"
Someone frowned and said, "The holy religion usually lurks very deep and does not engage in rebellion. How and where do we fight? We waste money, manpower and material resources with no results. Won't the imperial court and His Majesty blame us?"
Qian Duoduo adjusted to a comfortable posture and said lazily: "Then I have no choice. If the Holy Cult doesn't rebel, how can you force them to rebel?"
The official blushed angrily: "You..."
"Wait a minute." Qian Caishen waved his hand, thought for a moment, looked at Zhao Yi, and said, "Your Highness, this is also a way."
Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said: "Although this method is good, it also has flaws. The affairs of the Holy Religion are of great importance, and many people have been fooled by them. Only the eldest prince and the third prince can appease the people. The eldest prince is now in charge of the country.
He holds great power, if he assigns the third prince to eliminate the rebels, wouldn’t we return without success again?”
Zhao Xiuwen nodded, "This is digging your own grave. This is not a good idea."
The others here were confused and had no idea what these people were talking about. They could only lower their heads and drink tea in silence to hide the embarrassment on their faces.
Qian Caishen looked at Qian Duoduo again.
Before he could speak, Qian Duoduo stood up slowly and said, "Dad, I'm sick. I'm very seriously ill. I won't recover for less than ten days and a half. I don't know anything and I don't have any ideas. You guys can talk to me."
Go back to sleep..."
After saying that, he wandered out.
The God of Money was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
He looked at the third prince and asked: "Your Highness, what is this plan?"
Zhao Yi nodded slightly.
Zhao Xiuwen laughed and said: "Very good!"
Yang Yanzhou stood up and said with a smile: "A stroke of genius, a stroke of genius..."
The rest of the crowd: "..."
What did they just say?
What are they talking about now?
Why can’t I understand a word I say?
…
The capital was already in chaos because of the battle between the eldest prince and the third prince. Today's urgent report to the capital dropped a huge boulder into the already turbulent lake, causing huge waves.
The Holy Cult in Huizhou was in rebellion. One day ago, dozens of Holy Cult rebels broke into the county government office and robbed all the money and food. Although there were no casualties in the county government office, Huizhou belongs to the Gyeonggi region, and some people dared to rebel in the Gyeonggi region.
This is the first time in decades.
Although this incident was small, its impact was so serious that the court was in chaos. Even His Majesty, who had been ill for a long time, was alarmed by the incident. He rarely came to the court in person and strictly ordered the eldest prince to personally supervise the matter without making any mistakes!
The Holy Cult is different from other rebels. They are a strict organization and have considerable influence among the people. If the imperial court sends troops to eliminate them, there must be a prince with a corresponding status to take charge.
In Beijing today, only the eldest prince and the third prince fit the bill.
But the third prince had fallen ill five days ago and was bedridden. This burden could only fall on the shoulders of the eldest prince.
Prince Heng's Mansion.
Zhao Zheng was roaring at the young man named Fang.
"Tell me, tell me, what are your people doing? Attacking the government offices. Do you want to rebel? Do you want to rebel?" Zhao Zheng's face turned red and he said angrily: "You know what this incident has brought to this king.
What a trouble!"
"This is impossible!" Fang Yu said with a gloomy face: "Without the order of the empress, the members of the Holy Religion will not make decisions without authorization. This must be a trap!"
"Construction?" Zhao Zheng looked at him and became even more angry, "Besides you, who else has such great power? If it wasn't you, could it be Zhao Yi?"
"The Huiyuan County Magistrate is one of ours." Fang Yu looked up at him and said expressionlessly: "We want to capture the Huiyuan County Government, so there is no need to do this."
Zhao Zheng's face was uncertain. He looked at him and asked in surprise: "You mean, Zhao Yi put this on you in order to suppress your holy religion?"
Fang Yu looked at him and said calmly: "Don't His Highness the Crown Prince already know what he is for?"
Zhao Zheng sat back down again, his face becoming even more gloomy.
The Holy Religion is his strong backing. In these days, he has lost too many battles with Zhao Yi. He still hopes that the Holy Religion can help him make a comeback. How can he eradicate them?
But his father had given him a death order, and he couldn't ignore it. If he couldn't make any achievements, what would his father and the courtiers think of him? Zhao Yi would probably go crazy laughing, right?
He thought for a while, and suddenly a sneer appeared on his face, and said: "Zhao Yi, you can solve the problem yourself. I will send you to Huizhou to suppress the bandits. Do you dare to resist the order?"
Behind him, an old man took a step forward and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, have you forgotten that Prince Feng fell ill five days ago. He is seriously ill and cannot get out of bed. The imperial doctor said that he must rest for at least a month..."
"What did you say!"
After a while, there were roars and curses in the hall, as well as the sound of tables and chairs clashing, which continued for a long time.
