Seeing that more than a dozen sharp blades were about to attack her, the Buddha Mother calmly jumped up, jumped three feet, and landed firmly on another pillar!
The Jin Yiwei quickly surrounded another pillar, climbed up with a knife, and shouted fiercely: "Witch, where are you going to escape this time?"
The Buddha Mother lowered her head and smiled contemptuously, as if looking at an ant, and then walked away in the air with a slight step...
Seeing the Buddha Mother's clothes fluttering and flying in the sky, all the Jin Yiwei were shocked. With a clang, some people could not hold the Xiuchun knife in their hands...
"When the Holy Mother comes and destroys the devil, the world will prosper once the devil is destroyed!"
In the night sky, the ear-piercing demonic sound sounded for the last time. Before he finished speaking, the Aoshan lantern turned into a ball of powder amidst the earth-shattering explosion. Dozens of Jin Yiwei on the lantern mountain were all swallowed up by the soaring flames...
The Jin Yiwei who had just rushed around Aoshan was also swept away by the huge shock wave. Wang Xian's chest seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer, and he lost consciousness as soon as his vision went dark...
Inside the palace gate, the fire in the three main halls became more and more intense. No one knew how many people in the palace were burned to death, but they still rushed towards the fire like moths to the flame.
All the princes and ministers have already run to the square in front of Fengtian Hall. Although it is impossible for these wealthy nobles to put out the fire, and it is not their turn to direct the fire fighting, they must be here to show that after the fire in the three main halls, the ministers should
They were in so much pain that many people burst into tears and shouted: "Don't pull me! Let me put out the fire!"
However, the movements of the feet are not urgent at all. I am afraid that the people around me will move too slowly, and what if I rush to the fire scene if I can't hold on? Should I go in or not? This is a big question...
While the ministers were performing to their heart's content, Zhu Di did not appear at the scene of the fire. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was still on the Chengtian Gate Tower, maintaining his original posture. There was no need to go inside Fengtian Gate to see, or even look towards the three main halls, because
The entire night sky was turned red by the sea of fire...
Zhu Zhanji stood next to Zhu Di, his face full of worry. He didn't need to show anything to the ministers, he just needed to let the emperor know his filial piety...
Zhu Zhanji waited for a full half an hour, and saw that Zhu Di was still motionless. He called out a few times, but there was still no movement. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Zhu Di... and then, like
The emperor, who was sitting there like a statue, turned into a puddle of mud...
Fortunately, Zhu Zhanji had quick eyesight and quick hands. He hugged the unconscious emperor and screamed:
"Come quickly, the imperial doctor, hurry up and send the imperial doctor!"
After speaking, his voice suddenly became softer, and he slowly stretched out his hand to explore the end of Zhu Di's nose. After waiting for a while, he felt a very weak breath. His Highness Taisun, who had been complaining about the weirdness, sighed softly and said:
I don’t know if I am relieved or slightly disappointed...
The imperial doctors arrived quickly. The emperor had just fainted once in the twelfth lunar month, and it was these imperial doctors who saved him. This time, he was very familiar with the rescue. Moreover, the emperor did not have to move this time, because the fire spread in the palace, and the Chengtian Gate became a
The safest place...
Zhu Di seemed to have had a long, long nightmare. In the dream, he fell into the boundless abyss. Countless tentacles tied him tightly, and the mountain walls from all directions crowded towards him. The devil above his head was circling with a sly smile.
, he wanted to scold them loudly, telling them that he was the Son of Heaven, protected by God, and that gods and ghosts were not allowed to come near him! However, no matter how he opened his mouth, no sound came out! He only heard those devils sneering crazily: "You
Already abandoned by God! Abandoned! Abandoned!"
"No!" Zhu Di was an unyielding old warrior after all. He tried his best to sit up suddenly, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood with a whoosh.
"Grandpa Huang is awake!" "The Emperor is awake!" "Your Majesty is awake!" The grandson, eunuchs, and doctors cheered at the same time. The grandson hurried forward, wiped the corners of the emperor's mouth, and gave him water to rinse his mouth.
Zhu Di ignored him and shouted angrily with blood-red eyes: "I am ordered by God! I am destined by God!"
"Grandpa Huang..." Seeing the emperor's nagging look, Zhu Zhanji was very worried. He was afraid that his grandpa Huang wouldn't be able to bear the stimulation and went crazy, so he had to call out softly. "Grandpa Huang..."
After a while, Zhu Di was able to focus his eyes. He drank two mouthfuls of water to moisten his throat. The emperor rolled his eyes and saw that he was still on the tower of Chengtianmen. He couldn't help but close his eyes in disappointment. How he hoped that everything that happened last night would...
It's like what you see in a nightmare? It can disappear without a trace after waking up!
After closing his eyes for a long time, Zhu Di slowly opened his eyes. He had to face things when they happened. He said to himself: "I've been through all kinds of storms. It's just a few houses. Let's burn them down and build them again!" He comforted himself in this way.
Now, the emperor's unusually low mood seemed to have calmed down a little. He looked at the sky outside, it seemed that it had just fallen into the night, and asked in a hissing voice: "What time is it now?"
"It's noon..." Zhu Zhanji replied softly.
"Why was it so dark that day?" Zhu Di was stunned for a moment.
"This..." Zhu Zhanji hesitated and whispered: "It's smoke, covering the sky..."
"..." Zhu Di has been subconsciously not looking to the north, just not wanting to see the raging fire that is still burning. But the thick smoke has shrouded the sky above Beijing, and the black smoke has blocked the sun, like a solar eclipse...
"What kind of incense is this?" Zhu Di asked again. There was a strong aroma. It was not the daily sandalwood, nor the precious ambergris. The aroma was so strong that the emperor felt dizzy and couldn't help but frown.
"Grandpa Huang, there is no incense..." Zhu Zhanji sighed secretly, and carefully reported back: "It's the nanmu pillars of the three main halls. The smell comes from the fire..."
"Pfft..." Zhu Di's expression changed and he vomited another mouthful of blood. Although he had a big family and was always lavish, he still felt heartbroken when he heard that those nanmu pillars were burned. Those thick pillars in the three main halls of the Hall of Supreme Harmony
The wooden beams are huge and extremely expensive nanmu. These nanmu are collected from deep mountains and old forests in Sichuan, Guangzhou, Yunnan, Guizhou and other places. It is very difficult to harvest this kind of wood. Officials and people have to venture into the mountains to collect the wood, and then go through thousands of hardships.
The wood was transported hundreds of thousands of miles out of the mountains through hard work. There is a folk saying about this: "One thousand people enter the mountain, and five hundred people leave the mountain." After being transported thousands of miles to the capital, they became the beams on the three main halls. Each one is worth how much.
One hundred thousand taels of silver!
And in the Fengtian Hall alone, a total of seventy-two such nanmu beams were used!
Since even the beams were burned, all the treasures, curios, and priceless treasures in the palace must also be burned... Thinking of this, Zhu Di pressed his chest tightly, his old face turned pale, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Grandpa Emperor, don't be too sad," Zhu Zhanji said softly to comfort Zhu Di when he saw this: "Fortunately, Duke Cheng and Eunuch Zhao were well prepared and the fire did not spread. The fire was only within the scope of the three main halls and did not burn to the harem.
It didn’t even burn to the Qianqing Palace.”
Zhu Dixin said, Is this lucky? If even the harem burned down, I would find a rope and strangle myself to death. I don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are when I don’t live in the family. How much money did it cost me to build this palace? Just these three palaces.
It cost the imperial court three years of fiscal and tax revenue!
Because the three main halls were repaired twice, the cost was extremely huge...
"When can the fire be put out?" Zhu Di asked slowly, almost out of the pain of being cut.
"Should..." Zhu Zhanji said in his heart, he was still putting out the fire, waiting for the fire to burn out by itself. He had seen that those guys had used all kinds of methods to put out the fire. But they were all Liangshan's strategists - useless!
They even brought monks and Taoists into the palace to pray for rain, begging God for help so that it would rain to extinguish the fire.
Not to mention, the Taoist priests really have some magic power, and the method of calling for wind and rain is at least half effective! Not a drop of rain fell, but the northwest wind was summoned!
Now, my dear, let's call a fire to take advantage of the wind and the fire will become stronger! The fire in the three main halls is even stronger!
In anger, Duke Cheng sent all the monks and Taoists to the depths of the fire to put out the fire. If there was no indestructible diamond and invulnerability to water and fire, it is estimated that not many of these eminent monks and Taoists would be able to come out alive...
"What's going on?" Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was speechless, Zhu Di knew that it must be extremely bad. Enduring the chest pain, he exhaled a breath and said, "Tell me, I can bear no matter how bad the outcome is."
"Yes." Zhu Zhanji came back to his senses and said softly: "Grandpa Huang, it's not that bad. It will be almost dark and the fire will be extinguished."
"It's too hot to burn, right?" The emperor snorted coldly with a dark face. Once Zhu Di regained his consciousness, no small thoughts could be hidden from him.
"Yes..." Zhu Zhanji lowered his head and said hurriedly: "This fire is so evil. It suddenly started to rise, and all of a sudden my eyes were open! The fire was burning fiercely and urgently, and pouring water on it was of no use at all.
..." His voice became smaller and smaller, "People say that they have never seen such evil fire..."
"Are you saying it's fire from heaven?" Zhu Di's face turned even uglier. He suddenly remembered what the witch said, "The fire from heaven descended upon the devil's palace and burned it down." He gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and he even wanted to vomit blood.
The imperial doctor hurriedly stroked the emperor's chest and back, and pressed acupuncture points to calm Zhu Di's raging blood. Panting heavily, Zhu Di glared at his grandson and asked, "Is that so?"
"Yes..." Zhu Zhanji responded in a low voice, and immediately expressed his position firmly: "But my grandson firmly believes that those are lies to deceive the public! We have already ordered people to arrest the people who talked nonsense!"
"What's the use of arresting people? Can you stop everyone from talking?" Zhu Di smiled mockingly, looked at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Your father said it, he must feel relieved, right?"
"How could this happen?" Zhu Zhanji hurriedly shook his head and said, "Grandpa Huang, my father is still directing the firefighting?"
"I think it's because I am having fun..." After Zhu Di finished speaking, without waiting for Zhu Zhanji's reply, his brows suddenly jumped and he said: "It seems that my fun is not over yet, there is still something good to come!"