Chapter 270: God's Condemnation (Part 2)

Gejia Town has a newly opened medical clinic.

Unlike ordinary foreign populations, these doctors who save lives and help the wounded are welcome everywhere.

The doctor in this clinic’s surname is Sui, and he claims to be from Chengdu Prefecture. Because he has been to join his relatives, he has to take care of him and opened a clinic outside Jinling City to make a living.

This person has good medical skills, and the fees are not cheap, but they are not expensive. They were quickly accepted by people from Gejia Town.

This man's wife died early, with only two sons, and they helped in the clinic together. On weekdays, the father and son are very good at being human. In Gejia Town, they are famous as good-looking old people.

There were even many matchmakers who came over to tell them about their relationship.

The man who lost his wife is only forty years old. He looks well maintained, has a gentle appearance and some skills. He is really attracted by some women in the town.

Since moving here a year ago, the father and son gradually integrated into the local area.

I open the door to do things every day at dawn and close the door to rest late at night.

This day was no exception. Under the moonlight, the long streets of Gejia Town were deserted and there was no one on the road. The low wind blew, and snowflakes rose and fell again.

At the end of the main street of Gejia Town, it is the location of the clinic opened by the father and son.

The outside room of the clinic is made up of three rooms, and there are two small rooms. The back is a small courtyard with several tiled houses. They were bought by the father and son in front and back.

On the sign in front of the clinic, the three big characters Sui Chuntang are written, which are written by scholars in the town, and the rules are passed.

At this time, the night was getting deeper and the door of the clinic had been closed and locked.

There was a flashing candlelight in the house behind.

Three men, one and two young men, were sitting together.

There is a hot pot in the house, with charcoal fires, and the two sons add ingredients from time to time.

The fragrance in the house is everywhere, and the winter is no longer cold.

The three of them were wearing slightly old robes, which were very clean. They didn't say anything when they were dining, and their behavior was a little elegant, but the three of them had a little solemn expression.

After dinner for a while, one of them removed the dishes.

After all the three of them tasted the tea, the older man spoke, but his voice was not high and his tone was a bit solemn.

"Eternal life, virtue, what do you think about this?"

"My son thinks that this is unusual. There are so many monks gathering here, and there are still monks patrolling the scene." The young man of longevity spoke.

"I agree, if there is something wrong with this matter, it is better to report it." Shengde said.

The three of them are father and son in this clinic, and they are indeed the ones who are relatives here. Their real identities are also doctors. However, they also have the identity of a small trooper in the Thirteenth Division. They usually make a living and report the news when they have any news. Generally speaking, they report once every half a month. If they contact the above, there must be considerable reasons.

At the recent Dharma Assembly, the three of them heard some news and knew it unknown. Therefore, after knowing that there was a monk from Gejia Town, they just handed over the news as usual.

In the past one or two days, the three of them clearly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so the three of them thought about delivering the matter here again.

Even if they are too careful and have no major mistakes, at most a few words of scolding are better than being unlucky afterwards.

After hearing what the two said, the older man nodded: "I feel this way too. Although I sent the message back the day before yesterday, I will send it again, using an expedited carrier pigeon!"

When the two sons heard this, they both agreed.

One of them even said directly: "My father is wise. If something really happens, we will not be punished. If we can make some contributions, it will be a good thing."

"Since that's the case, prepare paper and ink, write a letter, and send it back by Fei Ge!" The older man said directly when he saw that the two had no objection.

The two of them promised and prepared paper and ink. Another son took out a pigeon, put the note written into the small tube tied to the pigeon's legs, and let it fly.

There is only one carrier pigeon and must be released in important information.

"Father, let's go to the temple to inspect tomorrow?" After releasing the pigeon, Changsheng turned to look at his father and asked.

"It's better to send someone from the higher authorities. We are good people, but we just have the status of a small servant. How can we do big things in terms of means? Besides, if we are reckless and alert the enemy, wouldn't we have made no contribution?" the older man shook his head and said.

"What my father said is reasonable!" Both sons were convinced.

The system of the Thirteen Divisions has always been a combination of professionalism and folk.

Each county has a hundred households, with a legal staff of 105 people, responsible for spying on local intelligence, including officials.

Each county depends on its importance and set up a general flag or small flag. The general flag holds 30 people and the small flag holds 10 people. Ordinary intelligence personnel are called "fanzi". People who do not even have formal staffing on the outside are called "small guards".

In a county, what can 10 people and 30 people do?

Therefore, there are families who specialize in relocating to towns and towns, who work part-time jobs, or find an innocent local family to recruit them as small jobs.

Although Thirteen Siwei is famous, the lowest-ranking person may be the uncle of the neighbor or the owner of the tea shop who sells tea.

These people have no martial arts and skills, but with them, the intelligence network is omnipresent.

The small servants actually have no salary and no public service, but as a cost, as long as they operate legally, there will be no trouble for the local gangsters or the government. This is actually a considerable reward.

What they think about is not to mention for now, let’s talk about the carrier pigeons they placed very close to Jinling and soon flew to their destination.

The Thirteen Si Fanzi, who received the information, learned some of the inside information in Jinling City. When he saw that it was related to the monk, he hurriedly reported it.

The Thirteen Sects and Hundred Houses who obtained this information investigated other information and immediately found that the Holy Monk was inside, and there were also warrior monks, with a total of hundreds of people. If there was something strange about this, they immediately reported it.

The king had just issued an order two days ago that information about important monks could be reported at any time. Therefore, when Qianhu received the information, he wanted to spread it, but it was already late at night and the palace gate was closed. It was impossible for this level of information to be transmitted to the inner palace overnight.

At this time, it was night in the deep palace. The Jinling Imperial Palace was built once twenty-three years ago, but it was still a little old, but Wang Hongyi was not ready to build it.

By the way, before the world is unified, there is no preparation for the construction of the imperial palace.

Even so, the palace has continuous corridors and scattered temples and pavilions with specifications and elegance.

There is a study room facing the west of the corridor. Now Wang Hongyi’s daily comments are written here. This has become a major place. Thirty guards stand in the surrounding corridor, all of whom stand straight.

A eunuch of grade entered and saw Wang Hongyi sitting, with files stacked on the table and still reviewing them.

"Your Majesty, it's the hour of Hai, please take care of the dragon body." The eunuch said.

"Well, wait, let's wait, and let's rest after the comments alone." Wang Hongyi said inadvertently.

This is a grain case. According to the will, grain is distributed in winter, but there are secret memorandums. Some officials dare to embezzle, while more people release moldy and black old grain to the people.

Wang Hongyi was very angry when he saw this, but he had no choice. The moldy and black old grain was also grain. It was really difficult for these officials to play the edge. It was easy to turn a slight reprimand. If you get angry and punished, there was no reason.

Speaking of the most important thing in governance is rules, and Wang Hongyi does not want to keep an extraordinary disaster.

I was so angry that if I were outside, I could discuss with the officials and vent my feelings, but here I didn’t even have the people to speak.

When an eunuch said something about political affairs, he would beat him to death. Even women in the harem were strictly prohibited from saying anything about life to state affairs. Even if the queen was more magnanimous, she also had rules. This is the "family law of the ancestors."

After taking a few sips of tea, Wang Hongyi put the cup back on the tea. He was a little tired, his face was pale and tired, he put down his pen and got up and came out.

"Your Majesty, what brand to order tonight?"

"I won't order the brand tonight." Wang Hongyi frowned: "For some reason, I always feel a little irritable and uneasy."

The eunuch dared not talk about political affairs, but said, "Your Majesty is tired, can you arrange a rest in the spring warm room?"

"That's it!" Wang Hongyi said, not far away, and he walked over without using a carriage. At this moment, the already clear night sky was filled with dark clouds.

A strong wind rose and dark clouds filled the sky. A thick cloud like ink was seen surging and rolling in, seemingly slow, but it was really fast. In the blink of an eye, there were thick clouds everywhere.

Originally, even if there were clouds in winter, it would snow. At this time, raindrops as big as copper coins were crackling, and the raindrops were everywhere, which almost made people unable to open their eyes.

"It's strange, it's just snowing, why is it raining suddenly?" The eunuch thought in wonder, and hurriedly ran a few steps, saying, "Your Majesty, please avoid it and walk under the eaves of the corridor inside."

At this moment, a gust of wind swept over, and a long lightning flashed through the entire night sky and illuminated everything. With a "boom", the eunuch saw the king's eyes.

The king's eyes showed a terror in an instant.

Five minutes ago, in the palace, Su'er was lying on the bed and resting with her eyes closed. She suddenly opened her eyes and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Aura, this breath..." She was a little frightened, and she didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She got off the bed and instantly pushed open the window, and saw the rain blowing in by the wind.

Su'er seemed to feel it. Looking outside, she felt that the sky was covered with clouds, black and dead, and a strange pressure made her breathless.

Suddenly, a crack broke open, and a hole appeared. In a blink of an eye, the hole suddenly lit up, and a dazzling and white lightning bolt rushed down.

It can be seen that this lightning bolt was actually two, and it fell down, instantly making the sky look like sunny.

After a minute, a terrible "thunderbolt" sound was made.

As soon as the lightning fell, Su'er felt something and turned pale. She screamed in shock: "Master!"

After staggering out, Su'er only felt a dark look in front of her eyes, and she fell to the ground with a "thump".
Chapter completed!