Daji's Lutai Immortal Banquet was a great success. King Zhou, whose intelligence was obscured by the aura of calamity, had no doubt about the identity of the immortal who came to the banquet.
King Zhou had no doubts, but one person did, and that was Yabigan.
Before the death of the late Emperor Yi, he left four ministers who took care of life for King Zhou, who were the Four Pillars of Heaven during the Shang Dynasty.
These four pillars are Taishi Wen Zhong, Prime Minister Shang Rong, Yabigan, and Wucheng King Huang Feihu.
With these four people around, the Shang Dynasty had people to support it, whether it was inside or outside the court, or in civil and military affairs.
Now Shang Rong is dead, Wen Zhong is quelling the rebellion in Beihai, King Wu Cheng is chasing Ji Chang, and Bigan is the talisman in the court.
Early this morning, I heard that King Zhou had entertained all the immortals at a banquet last night and had a drunken night with them on the Lutai. Bigan realized something was wrong.
To be precise, Bigan had noticed something was wrong a long time ago. Ever since Daji entered the palace, King Zhou seemed to be a different person.
It's just that Bigan has no evidence that Daji caused all of this, so he has been stirring things up without revealing anything.
The appearance of the Lutai immortals made Bigan aware of an opportunity.
He didn't think that the people Daji had encouraged the king to invite to the banquet were gods. He really wanted to see what these people were pretending to be gods. Maybe these pretending to be gods and ghosts could provide him with some explanations.
"General, general, walk slowly"
At noon, Wang Xu was preparing to inspect the Forbidden Army camp. As soon as he left the house, he was stopped by a sedan parked on the roadside.
Wang Xu rode on the horse and looked towards the sedan.
An old man with gray hair and an upright appearance walked out of the sedan, and it turned out to be Yabigan.
"I've met Ya Xiang!"
Wang Xu turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists and said to Bigan: "Isn't Ya Xiang handling government affairs in the palace today? Why did he come to my house?"
The current King Zhou has no intention of even going to court, let alone asking him to handle memorials. Nowadays, big and small affairs inside and outside the court are generally resolved by Bigan and his civil servants.
On weekdays, Bigan is the busiest one. Meeting Bigan is more difficult than meeting King Zhou.
"Government affairs are not in a hurry. I have something to ask you when I come here this time." Bigan looked at Wang Xu with a serious expression on his face, and his calm eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He stared at Wang Xu and asked: "Did you see him having a banquet with the king yesterday?
The immortals?"
Bigan's eyes were full of scrutiny. Yesterday at the Lutai Banquet, the protagonists were of course King Zhou and Daji. As a minister, it was impossible for him to ask the king, let alone Daji's harem empress.
The palace maids are fine, but the cultivation level of the palace maids is very low. Even if the immortals attending the banquet are weird, it will be difficult for these people to notice anything.
Wang Xu was different. Ever since he was canonized as General Fenwei by King Zhou, Bigan had looked up his information and found out clearly that Wang Xu came from Yuquan Mountain and was a disciple of a saint. His cultivation level was rare in the court.
If anyone could spot the flaw, Wang Xu is the most likely one.
"I have seen it." Wang Xu thought for a moment and answered truthfully.
Bigan's expression remained unchanged, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Are those people immortals?"
"Yang Jian has not entered the immortal class, so he can't tell what is immortal and what is mortal. I hope Yaxiang can forgive me." Wang Xu knew what Bigan was asking and gave a vague answer.
Upon hearing this answer, Bigan narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded thoughtfully.
As a core disciple of the Three Religions, Bigan did not believe that Wang Xu could not see the difference between immortals and mortals. His ambiguous answer was enough to explain everything.
"Thank you for your hard work, General. Bigan still has unfinished business, so I'll take my leave."
After getting the answer he wanted, Bigan got on the sedan and quickly disappeared into the street.
Wang Xu watched Bigan leave until he could no longer see him, then whispered: "It's about to begin."
East Street
After Bigan said goodbye to Wang Xu, he got into the sedan chair with a heavy heart and headed towards the mansion.
When I walked to the west corner of East Street, I suddenly heard a lot of noise in front of me, which brought Bigan, who was deep in thought, back to reality.
"What happened ahead?" Sitting in the sedan chair, Bigan asked the bearer carrying the sedan chair.
When the bearer heard the master's question, he glanced at the crowd and replied: "It seems that he is a fortune teller who had a quarrel with someone."
Bigan ordered the sedan to stop, opened the curtain and looked outside.
What caught my eye was that two powerful men were punching and kicking an old fortune teller, and even demolished the stall.
"stop!"
Bigan shouted low, stepped down from the sedan chair, and said coldly: "In broad daylight, you actually beat up a gray-haired elder. Is it possible that there is no royal law in the world?"
"Ah, it's Master Bigan!"
"It's true, stop fighting now, Lord Bigan is coming!"
Bigan often went to the streets to inspect people's sentiments. Most of the people living in Chaoge knew him and knew who was coming at a glance.
The two big men who were beating the man quickly stopped when they heard the crowd's shouts. They looked at Bigan who was coming and said weakly: "Master Bigan."
"Why hit him?"
Bigan glanced at the strong man, stepped forward, and helped the beaten old man up.
The strong man was as frightened as his grandson. When he heard the question, he quickly replied: "Sir, it was this old fortune teller who cursed my father, so we two brothers beat him."
Upon hearing this, the brawny younger brother also hurriedly added: "Yes, sir, our two brothers are hunters from nearby and come to the city to sell furs. If anyone tries to reach the intersection, this old man will stop us."
He said our father is dead and asked us to go back quickly. Isn't he looking for a beating? When we came out at noon, the old man was still fine, how could he die? "
"Are they telling the truth?"
Bigan frowned and asked the old man: "Why do you want to curse them?"
"Lord Bigan, I didn't curse them, I just told the truth. Their father is really dead. From what I saw on their faces, they looked like they had lost their father and brother. They had no brothers, so of course they were dead.
It was my father. I advised them to abandon the prey and catch it and go home for the funeral. How could it be a curse?"
The old man was afraid of dusting himself, so he spoke tepidly.
When the strong man heard this, he immediately became angry: "You old man, my father can eat three big bowls in one meal, and he works more happily than a young man. Where did you learn the fortune-telling ability with two hands? You are not good at it, but you dare to talk nonsense."
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Bigan glanced at the old man and found that the old man had a celestial spirit and was not a talker, so he asked: "What is your name, and where did you learn the Taoist skills?"
"The poor Taoist Jiang Ziya came from Kunlun Mountain."
Jiang Ziya replied, and then said: "If you don't believe me, you can wait here for a while. Within three cups of tea, someone will come to announce the funeral. You will know immediately whether it is true or not."
In ancient times, one cup of tea lasted ten minutes, and three cups of tea lasted half an hour.
After Bigan heard about it, he also wanted to see what Jiang Ziya was thinking and was not in a hurry to leave.
Half an hour later, no more than three cups of tea, a middle-aged man came running from a distance.
When the middle-aged man saw the two strong men, he immediately shouted: "Da Niu, Er Niu, hurry up, come back with me, something happened in your family."
Bigan was moved in his heart and asked, "What happened to their family?"
The middle-aged man replied: "The old man went to work in the fields. I don't know what happened, but he was kicked by a plowing animal. He is already dead."
"Dad!"
Dan Niu and Er Niu screamed in surprise and ran home crying and howling.
Bi Gan had a look of surprise on his face. He looked at Jiang Ziya, the old god, and asked in surprise: "Sir, have you figured it out a long time ago?"
"That's natural. If those two people just believed me and rushed home immediately, they might be able to see my father one last time. It's a pity that these two people can't see my abilities with their naked eyes, so it's all in vain.
A pity.”
Jiang Ziya shook his head and sighed. Not only was he not upset about the fists and kicks between the two, but he actually felt regretful.
As soon as Bigan heard this, he knew that he had met a master who was proficient in calculation. He said happily: "Sir, I am a talented man."
"sub-phase, sub-phase"
Before Bigan could say anything, a sergeant came from a distance and shouted loudly on horseback: "Xiang Xiang, urgent report from the border. I heard that the Grand Master has swept the Beihai and will return south soon. All the ministers are waiting for Xiang Xiang."
Go back and make up your mind."
"Oh, this is such a happy event!"
As soon as Bigan heard that Zhong was coming back, he took Jiang Ziya's hand and said, "Mr. Ziya, I don't have a chance to talk to you much today. I'll visit you another day."
"Ya Xiang walks slowly"
Jiang Ziya put Bigan on the sedan, but after a while, his face turned gloomy, and he whispered: "It's strange, why does Yaxiang have a blackened hall and a dead look on his face? This, this is clearly a sign of death."