The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 350: Ghost City God

In September, clothes were given in Mozhou.

“Respectfully invite the City God’s Golden Body!!”

"The City God is traveling!"

On the crowded streets, sixteen burly men were carrying a ten-foot-tall stone statue of the City God, surrounded by hundreds of people in front and behind, creating a majestic and spectacular sight.

Along the way, there were sounds of music and firecrackers, and white smoke filled the streets and alleys.

The shops along the street set up incense tables with three faint incense sticks flickering in the air, and they also had all kinds of fruits, snacks, and even white silver ingots. These were all offerings to the City God.

There is an inn on the second floor.

Holding the wine glass, Shen Yuanliang looked at the scene in front of him. His eyes, which were as bright as stars, became dim and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes: "How dare you! How dare you exploit the people!"

In the entire Daqian Dynasty, no one except the imperial court could collect taxes, not even disguised protection fees or incense money, as this would erode Shen Yuanliang's power.

If it is not controlled, all kinds of "protection fees" and "incense money" will pop up like mushrooms after rain, and the poor people who are already not rich will become even poorer, and they will have to sell their children and their wives and children will be separated.

Small families make up the vast empire. If many small families go bankrupt, Shen Yuanliang will not be able to keep his position stable.

"Master, the governor of Mozhou, Su Shi, is an honest official. This is not like his style."

Fiddled with the silver charcoal in the copper furnace, the amber apricot wine exuded a rich fragrance. Dongmei, who was dressed in red, frowned and said, "It's only a few hundred steps away from the governor's mansion. Just ask when the time comes!"

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Pingzhi on the side echoed.

After a cup of tea, Shen Yuanliang and his party left a silver ingot and headed straight for the governor's mansion.

Turning the corner, the governor's mansion with its carved beams and painted buildings, brackets and flying eaves came into view. The government office, which should have been majestic and solemn, was now in a mess.

"Mother, save me!"

"Please let my daughter go. Give me three more days and I will raise the remaining money!"

Three or four hooligans were pulling a young girl in her twenties. An old woman in her forties or fifties with wrinkles all over her face was knocking her head again and again, and she would not stop even if her head was broken and bleeding.

The dozen or so yamen runners standing by seemed not to notice this tragedy and turned a deaf ear to it, like emotionless wooden men.

"stop!"

Taking three or two steps forward, Shen Yuanliang waved his right hand, and a bright red palm print appeared on the scoundrel's face. In an instant, the whole street was quiet, as if the pause button was pressed.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Covering his purple cheek, the nouveau riche-looking scoundrel said angrily, "Boy, you are dead. I am the City God's man. If you hit me, you will offend the City God."

"Hey, you guys, hurry up and catch this ignorant kid!"

When beating a dog, look at its owner. Shen Yuanliang's behavior was both big and small. More than a dozen yamen runners were hesitant. They did not want to be accomplices to the evildoer, but they also did not want to offend the City God.

"I want to see your governor." After saying that, Shen Yuanliang took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. There was nothing else on it except a strange pattern. "This is the proof. Your governor will know when he sees it."

"Dear guest, please wait a moment!"

Perhaps knowing that Shen Yuanliang was not someone to be trifled with, the experienced yamen runner took the white paper with both hands and trotted into the governor's yamen.

After a moment, the yamen runner with a weathered face and half-white hair bowed respectfully and said, "Dear guest, please come in. My master is waiting for you in the study!" Pointing at the arrogant and domineering rascals, Shen Yuanliang instructed, "Catch these rascals."

Amidst a commotion, Shen Yuanliang and his party passed through the moon gate, walked along the corridor, and arrived at the quiet study amid the surprised gazes of many servants and maids.

"I am sorry for not coming to meet you here. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

Su Shi, who was dressed in a scarlet robe and was slightly plump, bowed and kowtowed, trembling with fear and not daring to raise his head.

When Su Shi saw the monkey talisman pattern on the white paper, he knew who the visitor was. Thinking of the chaotic situation in Mozhou in the past few months, he felt very ashamed.

"Get up!" Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang then sat upright on the armchair, tapping the black table with his fingers, and asked, "What's going on with the City God? Explain it to me!"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

With a bow, Su Shi revealed all the information about Mozhou without hiding anything.

Three months ago, strange things suddenly happened frequently in Mozhou, which had lost contact with Qingdi City. Hundreds of people died at the hands of evil spirits every day. It was a horrible sight.

In order to fight against the elusive evil ghosts, Su Shi invited a city god to Mozhou at the request of people all over the state. Unexpectedly, he did not invite the real god, but a one-horned ghost king.

The one-horned ghost king pretended to be the city god and eroded the power of the government office step by step, leaving Su Shi helpless. If it were not for the protection of the dragon vein and national destiny, he would have died long ago!
In order to delay time as much as possible and find a glimmer of hope, Su Shi, who was carrying the burden of millions of people, had to pretend to be submissive and try his best to hold on. He had to endure some things that he couldn't bear even if he didn't want to.

"Eight prefectures and sixty counties, how many do you still control?"

Looking at Su Shi, who looked much older, Shen Yuanliang frowned and asked very seriously.

Su Shi, one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, is famous for his talent and learning. Under the temptation of delicious food, the handsome Su Shi worked under Shen Yuanliang and always did a good job.

However, after the fog fell, his temples turned gray in just a few months. You can imagine how much pressure he was under.

"Four counties and thirty prefectures have already fallen." Thinking of his powerlessness during these days, Su Shi felt very ashamed. He felt ashamed towards His Majesty and towards the people who loved him.

Coming to Su Shi and patting his shoulder, Shen Yuanliang did not blame him: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Unfortunate!"

Su Shi's eyes were red, and the tension that had been taut for a long time finally relaxed a lot. The Majesty has come, and the blue sky has come. A mere one-horned ghost king is not a problem. He has confidence in Shen Yuanliang.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a hurried knock on the door, and the door was pushed open with a creak. The butler Su Fu rushed in with a red wedding invitation in his hand, but he did not show any joy.

His vicissitudes eyes were full of worry, mixed with a hint of lingering fear.

Glancing at Shen Yuanliang, the butler Su Fu walked up quickly and whispered in Su Shi's ear, "Sir, the City God will be getting married in three days. This is the invitation he sent."

"Humph! A big wedding? Several times a month, how shameless!"

Hearing this, Su Shi frowned, his jade-like eyes filled with anger. The ghost wedding was to kill young girls in a cruel way, and many fresh lives were lost.

"show me!"

Reaching out to take the invitation, dozens of large gold-plated characters came into view, especially the three words "Nie Xiaoqian", which made Shen Yuanliang very confused.

Previously in Guobei County, Shen Yuanliang had only seen the Black Mountain Old Monster. The tree monster grandma, Yan Chixia, and Nie Xiaoqian all disappeared, and Ning Caichen turned from a human into a ghost. The story behind this is shrouded in mystery.

I saw the three words "Nie Xiaoqian" today. If this Nie Xiaoqian is the Nie Xiaoqian from Lanruo Temple, then...

(End of this chapter)