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The scholar was so shocked that he sat down on the ground. He ignored the pain and muttered to himself: "Miracle, miracle, this is a miracle!"

Not only this scholar, but everyone who witnessed it thought so.

This is indeed a miracle, but it is not a good one.

An ominous sign emerged in almost everyone's heart. Crows were ominous creatures to begin with, and now countless crows gathered here, like a dark cloud covering the sky. This couldn't be an auspicious sign, a disaster was about to happen, a disaster was about to happen!
The black cloud spread by the crows continued to expand, and countless crows flew over from all directions.

Some of them rushed here from the mass grave after hearing the news. We are all crows. This amazing event requires your participation, and ours as well.

We are not here to disrupt, we are here to join!

Seeing these unfamiliar faces, the Beijing Lao Liu who organized this event was furious: [Grass (a kind of plant), all those who didn't participate in the rehearsal, get out, get out, don't disrupt the formation! ]

The boss of the mass grave was wronged: [We are not here to destroy it, we are here to join it.]

Beijing Lao Liu: [Just stand aside and watch how we pose! ]

The people under the sky only saw countless crows flying over, and the lid became bigger, but then, a corner of the lid cracked, and a group of crows separated, and then, the huge lid also dispersed.

“Are these crows going to fly away?”

Someone asked, and silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After all, who wants to see crows? They are not magpies. Normally, seeing one crow is unlucky, let alone so many of them.

"Thank God, these ominous things have finally receded."

"Let's go home and kowtow to the Lord of Heaven. Lord of Heaven, good luck to you!"

At this time, a childish voice came from the crowd: "Look, what is that?"

The people who were about to go home stopped and looked up at the same time.

"Oh my God!"

"This is?"

"May the Lord God bless you!"

"Don't bother Master Tianzun at this time. This is Kuixing Tower, so let's worship Master Kuixing."

"No, it's not enough to just worship Master Kuixing, we also have to worship Master Confucius!"

"All of them, all of them, all of them!"

Upon hearing this, Master Bai ran out of his house in dishevel. He stumbled up to the Kuixing Tower and stared at the crows that were gathering more and more. Suddenly, he discovered something and shouted loudly, "Filial piety, it's filial piety!"

At the same time, outside the Kuixing Tower, a crowd of people knelt down. Among them were scholars who came to worship Kuixing, businessmen who opened shops and stalls nearby, and ordinary people who came here to stroll around.

Master Bai only glanced down, and then, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, he waved his sleeves and shouted to the huge word "filial piety" in the sky: "Crows repay their parents, and lambs kneel to their mothers!

My foster father, I have been lonely since childhood and failed in many exams. I am grateful to you for not despising me for being born in the dust and being dull. You have established a father-son relationship with me in this Kuixing Tower. From now on, I have had a strict father to teach me. You are both my father and my teacher. I will be grateful for your kindness for three lifetimes.
"Foster father, you left too early. I pray every day, hoping for an afterlife. I will warm your quilt in winter and fan your pillow in summer. Foster father, can you hear me?"

Every word Mr. Bai said was laced with blood and tears, and he only regretted that he could not go with his adoptive father. Before he finished speaking, a child in the crowd burst into tears: "Dad, you left too early. You left before I was born. I didn't even have the chance to hold a banner and a pot for you. Woo woo woo, I am so unfilial!"

Obviously, this is a posthumous child.

A kind-hearted person nearby immediately comforted him: "Good child, don't be sad. Your father will not blame you if he knows about this."

The child cried and asked, "Really? Will my father really not blame me? But I am being unfilial!"

"How could that be? You weren't born at that time. It's no wonder you're ignorant," said the kind-hearted man.

At this time, a scholar suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, kneeling on the ground and crying loudly: "My father passed away eight years ago, and I lived in a hut beside his tomb for three years. My mother passed away five years ago, and I observed mourning for another three years. In these eight years, I have missed the imperial examinations twice. However, I have no regrets, no regrets!"

Everyone sighed: "What a filial son! This is a true filial son!"

More and more people were crying. There was a loud cry outside the Kuixing Tower. Even a few thugs who were collecting protection fees nearby were crying their hearts out. At this moment, they were the same as these scholars and were equal.

Wang Dasha cried until his nose was covered with snot bubbles. His companions asked him, "Why are you crying along with me? Didn't your father die of anger because of you?"

Wang Dasha cried even more sadly: "My father is dead, and I don't even have anyone to be angry with, wow——"

As soon as Jinyiwei commander Lu Qian arrived, he saw the scene in front of him: countless people were lying on the ground and crying loudly. This was the national mourning.

Lu Qian raised his head and looked at the word "filial piety" that was growing bigger and bigger in the sky. He then looked at the crowd. Those people were in tears and rushed to tell how they had been filial to their parents before and after their death. At this moment, looking around, they were all filial sons and daughters!

These people are more exaggerated and more contrived than each other. In Lu Qian's opinion, they are all suspicious.

But what about these crows?
This is a real crow, not a paper kite.

Lu Qian's hands were stained with blood and his heart was as hard as iron. He never believed in ghosts and gods.

If there really were ghosts and gods in this world, he would have been punished countless times.

But everything he saw shattered his three views.

All weird and supernatural, all weird and supernatural!

Lu Qian reminded himself again and again not to be fooled by these illusions. It was a sleight of hand, an illusion, and supernatural power.

He rubbed his eyes subconsciously and opened them again. The crow was still there, the word "filial piety" was still there, and even the crying sounds that filled the sky were even more deafening.

"Wang Zheng, go to Kuixing Tower and see if anyone is practicing the art of warding off evil there."

Not hearing Wang Zheng's answer, Lu Qian turned his head and saw Wang Zheng wiping the snot off his face with his sleeve.

Lu Qian was disgusted by what he saw and said angrily, "Wang Zheng!"

Wang Zheng finally stopped wiping his nose. He wiped his tears and said, "I'm sorry, Master. I just thought of my mother. My mother was tortured to death by my grandmother. Her death was so unjust. It's my fault that I'm unfilial. I haven't been able to avenge my mother until now. I'm unfilial, wuwuwu!"

Lu Qian was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. Your mother has been dead for twenty years, and your grandmother has been dead for more than ten years. I have never seen you speak up for your mother before, but now you want to be a filial son. What? Are you going to dig up your grandmother's grave and whip her corpse?
Lu Qian looked at Zhang Da again: "Zhang Da, you go."

Zhang Da felt that if he did not express something in this kind of situation, he would appear to be very unfilial, so he was building up his emotions, and when Lu Qian called his name, his eyes were already filled with tears.

Lu Qian looked at him coldly, and with a flick of his sleeves, he led his other men into the crowd, leaving Wang Zheng and Zhang Da, two eye-catching bags, behind him. He wanted to personally go up to Kuixing Tower to see if there was a demon hiding there, who was waving a peach wood sword and commanding these crows to stir up trouble.

There was no crying sound in Kuixing Tower, at least no one was crying loudly.

Scholars express their thoughts in their own way.

Mr. Bai was dressed in white, kneeling on the ground. Around him, there were also scholars kneeling. They looked respectful and were muttering something in their loud voices, which even drowned out the crying outside.

Lu Qian listened attentively. It was the Book of Filial Piety. These scholars were reciting the Book of Filial Piety!
Lu Qian waved his hand and his Jinyiwei searched Kuixing Tower from top to bottom, inside and out.

Apart from these scholars who recite the Book of Filial Piety, there is no one else.

Not to mention the demon Taoist wielding the peach wood sword, there wasn't even a single mouse seen stealing the offerings.

Therefore, these crows are not really driven by people;
Lu Qian was born into a military family. He had never read many books by sages, and he did not like them. He could not even recite the entire Book of Filial Piety.

But at this moment, he remembered two sayings: A sheep kneels down to thank its mother for feeding it, and a crow repays its parents by feeding them.

He walked out of Kuixing Tower half-believing and half-doubting, and the scarlet flying fish suit on his body stung everyone's eyes.

When they went in just now, the people outside were just lying on the ground crying, and they didn't see them until now.

"Jinyiwei? Are Jinyiwei here to arrest someone? Who?"

"It can't be to catch crows, right?"

"Are they here to arrest us? What crime have we committed?"

At this time, a young scholar stepped forward and saluted Lu Qian with his fists clasped: "Sir, do you know that loyalty is disregarding one's own life, and filial piety is disregarding shame, loyalty means devoting one's life, and filial piety means devoting one's strength?
Crows repay their parents, lambs kneel down to suckle? Even animals know to miss their parents, not to mention that they provide for them for three years and work hard for ten months. How can a human forget his parents?

"I, Wang Zihan, a student, have read poetry and books since childhood, and have a rough understanding of etiquette and morality. I have always kept this in mind. I wonder if you have fulfilled your filial piety to your parents?"

Lu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his cold gaze shot at the young scholar like a sharp arrow. The young scholar was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, with dark skin so dark that his facial features were blurred.

Lu Qian had served as the commander of the Jinyiwei for many years and had accumulated great prestige. The young scholar was overwhelmed by his power and took a few steps back, but he stood firm and stubbornly straightened his chest: "Excuse me, sir, have you been filial to your parents?"

Lu Gan's face was as gloomy as water, and he said word by word, "My father was ill for three years, and I personally tasted the medicine every day. After my father passed away, although I was a military officer, I still mourned for him for three years. My mother is still alive and in good health, and her children and grandchildren are enjoying her life."

The young scholar was obviously very satisfied with Lu Qian's answer. He clasped his fists and saluted again: "Your Excellency is kind and filial, and you will definitely be a good official. I wish you a prosperous career and a bright future!"

Lu Qian remained calm, looked at him deeply, and nodded: "Wang Zihan? You are so brave at such a young age, not bad, not bad!"

After saying this, he left with his men.

The word "filial piety" in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more crows today than ever before.

In the Changshou Palace, the retired emperor walked out of the alchemy room and climbed to the highest point in the palace. Before he could stand still, several crows flew past his face. The retired empress was so frightened that she took a few steps back and was supported by two Taoist children so that she did not fall.

Crows, lots of crows. Except for the word "filial piety" which can also be seen in the Changshou Palace, there are crows everywhere in the capital.

A white-faced fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "I've only heard of the magpie bridge fairy before. On the seventh day of the seventh month, all the magpies fly up to the sky. But what day is today? What are these crows doing? Are they here to build a bridge too?"

Of course not. The crows are not here to build a bridge, but to arrange words, the word "filial piety".

The emperor was also looking up at the sky: "There are so many crows! I have seen so many crows in my entire life, but not as many as I saw today."

On the streets of the capital, a madman in a ragged scholar's robe was running down the street, shouting as he ran: "Heaven's warning, Heaven's warning, you unfilial descendants, Heaven can't stand it anymore, so He sent crows to remind you, if you don't obey, you will die, die, all of you!"

This madman was well-known in the capital. He took the exam many times, but failed every time. Finally, he went crazy.

Several children came running over, also shouting as they ran: "Crows repay their parents, crows repay their parents, the heavens are giving us a warning, the heavens are giving us a warning!"

After running across a street, the children separated. They were paid five cents for each street, and the more they ran, the more they earned.

royal palace.

Emperor Yongjia also saw the huge word "filial piety" in the sky. He thought the same as Lu Qian, that someone was controlling this.

The first thing he thought of was Prince Liang’s Palace.

This morning, Censor Jin hit his head against the pillar, and then crows gathered on the top of the head. These two things were too coincidental. Unfortunately, the people who went to investigate Censor Jin have not returned yet, and Lu Qian has not returned either.

At this moment, the eunuch came to report that Lu Qian had arrived.

Emperor Yongjia hurriedly summoned Lu Qian to come in. Lu Qian was dressed in a cold and solemn manner, and his expression became even more solemn after seeing Emperor Yongjia.

"Lu Qing, have you caught the person who performed the art of annihilation?"

Emperor Yongjia has already determined that someone is practicing the art of witchcraft, and Lu Qian has never let him down.

Lu Qian shook his head: "I deserve death, I didn't find anyone practicing the art of annihilation."

Emperor Yongjia frowned and said, "Tell me in detail."

Lu Qian then recounted in detail what he had seen and heard today. He talked about the people crying in the streets and the scholars kneeling on the ground reciting the Book of Filial Piety. Emperor Yongjia sighed and closed his eyes.

At this time, the eunuch who had just come in quickly came in again. Seeing that Emperor Yongjia was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, he looked at the emperor, then at Lu Qian, and finally looked at Eunuch Li for help.

Eunuch Li winked and asked him to come forward. The eunuch whispered a few words to Eunuch Li, and Eunuch Li waved his hand to let him leave.

"Old Li, is there something wrong?" Emperor Yongjia asked in a faint voice.

Eunuch Li stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, more than a dozen imperial censors have gathered outside the palace to see you, and Prime Minister Feng is here too."

Emperor Yongjia sighed silently in his heart. He knew what these people were here for. Every day when there were strange phenomena, even if it was a heavy snow or no rain for several days in a row, these people would make him issue an edict of repentance.

Of course, this is not directed only at him. It has been like this since Taizu came to power. Taizu issued an edict of repentance, and the emperor emeritus also did so. Now it seems it is his turn.

Whenever the emperor issued an edict of repentance, was it always done under pressure from these ministers?

"Let them all come in, Lord Lu, you stay and listen to what they have to say." (End of this chapter)