Chen Yun, the official of the Imperial City Office, changed his face slightly when he heard the words "Kaifeng Prefecture's torture". The prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture was Cai Jing's confidant, and he imprisoned his sons and asked him. What should I do if I could do it under the three trees? Although the party struggles in this dynasty are powerful, they are limited to the literati and officials. Even if the party struggles are pushed to the extreme, there are only more than 300 names and names. However, according to Cai Jing's statement, more than 2,000 sons involved in the case of the letter are involved, which is unprecedented and large in scale. If it is involved, it is comparable to the disaster of the party and corruption in the Han Dynasty.

He was about to question, but Cai Jing said again: "The most important thing at the moment is to choose generals to take charge of the southern expedition. Wang Yan, the commander of the Hejian army, has been in the army for a long time, and is committed to strategy. He coordinates the generals to resist the Liao army in Hejian, which is highly praised by Lord Tong, and is a general. In the eyes of an old minister, this person is a suitable candidate."

After Cai Jing finished recommending it, he stood calmly, as if this move was entirely out of public interest, but occasionally his eyes moved slightly, but he looked at Chen Yun, the official of the Imperial City Office. In just a few months, Wang Yan was quickly promoted to the command of the Hejian army due to the Hebei change, and controlled nearly 50,000 imperial guards. He was in Hebei with Yang Yanqing and Liu Yanqing as a tripod. Chen Yun felt something was wrong. Cai Jing proposed to let Wang Yan take charge of the southern expedition, which posed a big problem for Chen Yun.

"The prince has only commanded a 150,000 army. After pacifying the southeast, he will not be willing to stay at my place. However, when the objection comes out, there is no airtight wall in the world. The family is in the treacherous plan of Lao Thief Cai. The Hejian military power that he finally won will be separated from the Imperial City Office." Chen Yun thought about it over and over again, and he still pondered. He just wanted to question the inappropriateness of handing over thousands of sons to Kaifeng Prefecture for questioning, and he no longer cared about it.

Prince Cai was nominated and recommended, and other important officials were reluctant to object. Privy Councilor Wang Fu has always been his leader. Zhao Zhifu, the assistant minister, looked calm, but inside, he was secretly frightened because His Majesty wanted to investigate and reveal the case. He was worried that he or the prince would eventually be involved, and his lips moved slightly, and never spoke. Li Bangyan sneered slightly, thinking that Prince Cai had sent all the anger of the excavation of the ancestral tomb to this group of Confucian scholars. These scholars were getting more and more aggravated some time ago, playing with fire and burning themselves, and they both took it upon themselves. Both of them didn't take the matter of Nanzheng's election to generals. After all, Prince Cai's strong advocacy is better not to interfere if it is harmless.

After stroking his forehead and thinking for a while, Zhao You agreed to Cai Jing's proposal and issued an order to appoint Wang Yan as the Xuanfu envoy of Jiang, Huai, Jing, Zhejiang and other routes, and deployed the southeast camp. He ordered him to select 10,000 elite troops from Hejian, transfer 70,000 imperial troops from Xijing camp, 50,000 imperial troops from the capital, and 10,000 imperial troops stationed on the Hubei road. He also recruited archers, good sons, and 20,000 foreign troops from Hebei and counties near the capital, and formed a southern camp, with a total of 150,000 troops, and set off quickly. The Hejian troops were handed over to Hebei to arrange the formation commander Liu Yanqing to control it. At the same time, the remaining imperial troops in the southeastern counties were ordered to concentrate on Jinling, and they must guard Jinling, so as not to riots conquered the old capital of Jiangnan to the momentum and increase their momentum.

In Hangzhou, there were people from Ming Cults coming and going everywhere. The uprising that almost swept across Jiangnan in a few days was so smooth that the old brothers of Ming Cult were all feeling energetic. Not far away, the fires at the Cai Mansion and Hangzhou Fabrication Bureau were almost extinguished, and there was still thick smoke. Although most of the shops on the street were robbed by robbers who took advantage of the chaos during the siege, and the beggars who occasionally passed by even took away the door panels, the residences of ordinary people were not harassed much. In the morning, the news was received that several newly arrived large ships were moored at the wharf outside the Wulin Gate. Xiao Yanping, the commander of the Maritime Bureau appointed by the Holy Cult, had already negotiated with several major merchants. The Holy Cult ensured the safety of the goods, and soon, goods from all over the country and even overseas would return to the Hangzhou market.

At this moment, a group of leaders of the Ming Cult came out of the yamen. The uprising members tied silk scarves with different colors, and the lowest-level members tied red scarves with red scarves. The above are five colors of orange, yellow, blue, purple and white, and the white is only used by the leader Fang La. The upper and lower ranks are clear at a glance. Most of the people tied their heads are purple silk scarves, at least blue scarves.

Shi Sheng, Zheng Demon King, Lu Qier and other local altar masters had just listened to the teachings of the Holy Lord. These people have been serving in the church for a long time, and finally waited for the day to come out. They were talking enthusiastically that the Holy Lord swept across the Southeast Prefecture this time, and it was obvious that the Holy Lord was tying a river and governing, and even unifying the world, only a natural god like Master Fang could do it. Master Fang would hold a throne ceremony in the near future and establish a national system. Three provinces and six ministries, prefectures, prefectures, prefectures, counties and counties are not missing.

Deng Yuanjue, wearing a purple headscarf, looked worried. The Holy Sect received support from the Salt Gang, the Cao Gang, and some Southeast wealthy businessmen. Taking advantage of the government's surprise, it swept across dozens of prefectures and counties within a few days, and it was particularly smooth. The court has come to its senses. The imperial guards from Jiangxi, Hunan, Hubei, Fujian and Guangnan are all careful in the areas beyond the reach of the Ming Cult's uprising, and many prefectures and counties have also closed their city gates during the day. At this time, the imperial guards near Jiangnan Road kept gathering towards Jinling. However, the leader Fang La believed in anyone's slander, and actually planned to send a large army to attack Jinling after the ascension ceremony in Hangzhou.

Although the Holy Church has taken over the prefecture government office, it does not know the household registration, taxes, and food and grass. The old brothers in the yamen only adhere to the strict laws and pay rigorous attention to Mingzun at seven o'clock in the day and night. Some people with ulterior motives only encourage the church members every day to persuade ordinary people to offer their property to the church.

After the uprising, Master Fang tried his best to restrain the sects from harassing the people, and also killed several bad horses to serve as a warning. However, the grassroots sects and the government were too deeply resentful. Whenever they were caught, they would break their litters and dismember them, dig their lungs and hearts, and even use ointment and arrows to shoot them randomly. This would not be the case. The brothers Wu Chu, the governor of Hezhou, who originally served Ming Zun, were beaten to death by other sects who were almost invading the chaos. The left guard Zhang Huaisu and the right guard Fang blushed on the table, which was useless. Not only did they scare officials and clerks in the southeast area to escape, but they also scared many gentry, wealthy businessmen, and even ordinary people, aggravated their misunderstandings about the holy religion.

The original articles in the southeast area are prosperous, and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have deep roots here. At the moment, the Ming Cult is in trouble, and scholars from all over the country avoid it. Many villages that do not want to convert to Mingzun actually worship local gentry and juren as leaders, and began to practice villages and protect themselves. If this continues, the great situation that the Holy Church has accumulated over decades and accumulated strength will be in vain.

While Deng Yuanjue was thinking, he suddenly had a pat on his shoulder. Looking back, he was the old brother who had been for many years, Shi Sheng, the leader of the Leshan Hall in the church. He was almost an old brother who joined the church in the same year as Fang La. He ran on the river boat all year round, but he was straightforward.

Shi Sheng whispered, "Old Zheng, you said that Confucian scholar wrote a post that he did not worship Ming Zun and did not make any contribution to the Holy Church. How could Master Fang pay so much attention to him? He also solemnly announced that he would be the former military advisor of the Holy Church. Many old brothers in the church have risked the risk of scouting their homes and beheading them for many years. He worked hard and made great contributions and could not get the official position. But the leader did not give the benefits to outsiders!"

Deng Yuanjue thought to himself that this iron man who killed people without blinking would be enchanted by fame and fortune. He smiled slightly and said, "The leader is afraid that he is not valued by him. This sage edict was sent to Bianjing to urge him to go to the underworld."

Shi Sheng seemed to have some understanding, but hesitated and said: "He and I have never had any grudges, why..."

Deng Yuanjue said: "It is said that this Zhao surnamed is quite famous in Hebei. This time the matter of revealing the post has earned a lot of reputation. As long as the foolish monarch kills him, he will lose a lot of people's hearts."

Shi Sheng nodded, then suddenly realized and sighed in a low voice: "So that's it. Such a sinister act is not done by heroes."

Deng Yuanjue laughed and said, "Just just to pass on my holy teachings, the eight-character mantras of 'purity, light, power, and wisdom' will help the souls of the world to escape from darkness forever. Many brothers in the teachings would rather abandon their wives and children, and be heartbroken. To achieve great things, sacrificing a small Confucian scholar is nothing. Besides, these Confucian scholars keep talking and say that people in the holy teachings are devils, so why do we think we are heroes?"

Shi Sheng was stunned and smiled, nodded, as if he had agreed with Deng Yuanjue's statement, and frowned, "What if the foolish lord doesn't kill him? Wouldn't the leader miscalculated?"

Deng Yuanjue laughed in silence and said, "Even if the foolish monarch is not trapped, the military advisor will only give one point. Today is the title of the title and tomorrow is exempted. The Holy Sect will not lose anything." This trick of killing the people with a knife is too obvious. If the person from Bianjing is really stupid, he can really consider conquering Jinling and then heading north to unify the world.

In fact, Deng Yuanjue hoped that Master Fang would absorb talents from outside the teachings to be used by the holy teachings and serve the teachings. It is not a problem whether to worship Mingzun or not.
Chapter completed!