Chapter 120: Can the mortal world resist my sword?
In a trance, Ding Hai seemed to see a baby born in this mural, born into a scholarly family.

As the child grew up, he followed his father's wishes and embarked on the road to imperial examinations.

The titles of scholar, juren and jinshi were all easily obtained.

After passing the imperial examination at a young age, the boy was favored by his teacher and married off to a man with a daughter of a wealthy family. He then enjoyed success in officialdom for decades, rising from a commoner to a high position as a prime minister.

He managed all officials and governed the people. When he was old and about to die, he was posthumously named Wen Wenzheng. It can be said that he died without regrets.

After the child of the past closed his eyes, Ding Hai felt slightly dizzy and saw another child being born.

This time, he seemed to see closer, and from time to time he could see what the world he lived in was like from the perspective of the second child.

The first child chose to study literature and become an official, while the second child chose to take up arms and fight against foreign invaders because he was deep in the border.

A general dies in a hundred battles, and a warrior returns after ten years. But how can a young man from a border county be like the general, who survives a hundred battles and returns with honor?

The peach blossoms at the entrance of the alley bloomed and fell, fell and bloomed again; the wind and snow in the border county came and went, came and went.

The girl who used to laugh and worry for him now dressed up in red and married another man.

The old mother who cried so much that her eyes went blind because of him going to the battlefield now sits alone in the old house crying and feeling sad.

A handful of yellow soil from his hometown outside the Great Wall is his only connection with his hometown.

It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times!
By the third life, looking at the newborn baby, Ding Kai's senses became even more hazy. In this life, the baby was a farmer's son.

With the mentality of being content with a small fortune, he never left his hometown throughout his life, and his family lived a happy life in harmony.

The third world ends and the fourth world begins.

He was the illegitimate son of a merchant, and after a busy life he was only able to own a courtyard in the county town and a hundred acres of fertile land in the countryside.

In his fifth life, he was born noble, being the legitimate son of the emperor. However, he died of illness in the palace before reaching adulthood. The temptation of the throne that was within his reach made him unhappy until his death.

After life after life, Ding Hai's originally clear consciousness began to become blurred, as if he had really gone through countless lives like a child.

Until he turned into a child again, his mind was no longer detached from the world.

After opening his eyes and looking at the extremely noisy procession in front of him that looked like a wedding procession, Ding Hai's eyes were a little blurry.

The sounds of trumpets and firecrackers are right next to my ears. Where is the groom, the one riding a tall horse and walking in front with a high spirit?
Looking around, seeing the bustling crowds and the horns blowing non-stop, he couldn't help but feel happy.

At the same time, he realized where the groom had gone.
It turns out that the groom is myself!

In a trance, Ding Hai thought about the beautiful wife he was about to marry, and suddenly he felt very proud. He felt that his life would never be better than this moment.

After entering the Yue family mansion and experiencing some fun, the beautiful wife finally entered the Wang family's gate.

After entering the hall, they kowtowed three times and bowed three times, and then they became husband and wife forever.

At nightfall, the candles are brightly lit, the couple looks at each other and smiles, a deep love is born between them.

Put out the candle, every moment is worth a thousand gold.

When it was bright, the bride sat in front of the mahogany dressing table and put on her makeup in front of the mirror, her eyes were blurred. The two people smiled at each other through the mirror, and from then on they loved each other and would never be separated.

He read poetry and books at night, with the company of a beautiful woman. The following year, Ding Hai passed the imperial examination and became famous all over the world.

After achieving success, the family is rich and prosperous, which is the most perfect thing.

But time flies and good times don’t last long.

Not long after the marriage, Ding Hai offended the imperial teacher and was exiled to a cold and bitter place on the border.

Because of his scholar's ambition, Ding Xie first lost his son in the bitter cold borderland, and the following year he lost his wife, and lived all alone in the world.

Just when he had almost given up hope in life and was ready to resign and retire from worldly affairs.

The barbarians were blocking the border, and with the mentality of killing one and making a profit, Ding Hai actually led the army and civilians to drive the barbarians away.

The situation is changing and turbulent.

With the constant occurrence of natural disasters and man-made disasters, Ding Hai, who ignored all rules and did things as he pleased, actually rose step by step to the level of a local lord.

After plunging into the chaotic times, with the help of his subordinates, he actually took over and ascended to the throne.

Sitting on the dragon throne, looking at the former imperial master who was pressed forward below, Ding Hai's originally calm heart was suddenly filled with resentment.

It was this thief monk in front of him who caused his family to be destroyed, his wife and children to be separated, and he became a lonely man.

"What do you think is better? Should I cut you into pieces or chop off your head with a sword?" Sitting upright on the dragon throne, Ding Kai felt so relieved when he saw the only person he hated kneeling below waiting for his judgment.

"Donor, you are obsessed with appearances. In the past, I planted the seeds, and today you have ascended to the throne of the Nine Five Great Treasures. It would be fine if you don't thank me, but why do you want to take my life?

Why, after so many years, you still can't let go of the world?
In this world, there are joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation and reunion, but in the end, it is all in vain.

It is true that you, benefactor, have ascended to great power today, but what about after that?

When you are sick or tired, is there someone caring for you? When you pass away, are there relatives who will grieve for you? Foolish child, wake up quickly.

At the end of his speech, the old monk with his hands tied suddenly roared like a lion, attempting to use the Buddhist lion roar to convert Ding Kai, who was holding the iron sword, to gain enlightenment, put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

Ding Hai, who was awakened by the old monk, looked at the luxurious but empty hall beside him and suddenly began to laugh.

Yes, even if he ascended to the throne, what did it matter? In the end, he had nothing. What was the point of him still clinging to that bit of hatred?
Holding the iron sword in his hand, Ding Hai walked down from the dragon throne and came to the old monk. He stretched out his hand and pulled the rope on the old monk. When he found that he couldn't tear it apart, Ding Hai stood up and waved the sword in his hand.

After raising the sword above his head, he looked at the old monk's shiny head and swung the sword resolutely.

The sword flashed and the rope broke.

The old monk kneeling on the ground flashed a trace of satisfaction in the corner of his eyes. Finally, someone else has realized it!
Looking at the floor tiles getting closer and closer to him, the old monk who was feeling happy suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Could it be because I knelt for too long that I fell towards the floor tiles?

Before the old monk could continue to daydream, a voice in his ear solved his doubts: "I have entered dreams a thousand times just to wait for you to take the bait. You want to use illusion to erase the will in my heart, but you underestimate me too much!

In my dream, you are dead, and in the real world, you are still dead.

Don’t say that I didn’t take care of you. In order to let you know where you fell, I swung the sword in my hand at the fastest speed in my life.

The blood and senses in your body were deceived by the extreme speed, and the avalanche did not erupt directly. Feel the panic before death!"

Long after the old monk's head fell to the ground, strands of red blood began to flow out from his headless body.

Correspondingly, just when the old monk’s head fell to the ground in Ding Hai’s dream, a Buddha’s light suddenly flashed on the hill not far away.

Strands of golden Buddha's blood flowed from the neck of a stone Buddha sitting on the top of the mountain.

When the mountain wind blew, the huge head of the stone Buddha immediately rolled down from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

The hall where Ding Hai was standing suddenly became gloomy and cold, and wisps of cold wind began to blow without anyone noticing.

Just as Yan Chixia was considering whether to wake up Ding Hai, Ding Hai, who was standing in the center of the atrium, opened his eyes.

As Ding Hai opened his eyes, the lifelike murals on the walls of the pavilion suddenly withered and fell off, as if they had decayed and fallen into disrepair after thousands of years.

The celestial maidens and human figures that were once vivid and lifelike in the murals now looked extremely hideous in the mottled paint.

The formerly beautiful murals have lost their original beauty in decay, and the empty and dilapidated blank spaces make the remaining murals on the wall look like hell.

In a dark city located next to a black mountain in the underworld, a figure covered in black mist suddenly raised his head and said, "The clone is dead, and the Netherworld Yellow Springs Map has also been broken!
Could it be that those Buddhist monks have discovered my clone? That shouldn't be the case. I have clearly severed all contact with it, and only retained a trace of induction."

The confused figure casually pinched the beautiful female ghost in the wedding dress in his hand to death, opened his mouth and put the female ghost into the skeleton's big mouth, chewing it carefully for a long time, and then he calmed down his depression.

Ding Hai, who is separated from the Yin and Yang, has no idea that his casual interest in playing around will have such a big impact on the Black Mountain Demon in the underworld. However, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

"Chixia, I leave the monsters in the murals in the atrium to you." After turning around and instructing Yan Chixia to deal with the monsters that served as the background for passers-by in the broken murals in the atrium, Ding Hai set out to leave the atrium.

Not long after Ding Hai left, bursts of sword whistling sounds were heard from the courtyard, accompanied by the pleas for mercy and curses from various evil spirits.

After hearing the various ghostly noises coming from the atrium, Xiahou Wu and his personal soldiers, who had already lit a fire in the front hall and were preparing to go to sleep, were immediately alarmed.

The vigorous energy and blood unique to warriors instantly enveloped the entire ruined temple. Some weaker ghosts and monsters were burned into a wisp of green smoke by the majestic energy and blood before they could even wait for Yan Chixia's unparalleled sword energy.

Inside the White Horse Temple outside Luoyang city, Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes as he watched the extinguished Buddha lamp in front of him. His expression flickered under the remaining candlelight of the Buddha lamp.

The attempt to convert Ding Hai failed.

Pu Du Ci Hang had been prepared for this, otherwise he would not have left Kyoto in advance to avoid a head-on collision with that aggressive man from the border county. However, knowing the strength of the person who was testing him, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened!

Although the stone Buddha who was sent to carry out the test mission was not a core master of the six Buddhist sects, he was also a genuine Buddhist cultivator in the Yangshen realm. The Red Dust Floating World Map in his hand was an unparalleled weapon for saving all living beings.

How could one not be shocked that a Buddhist monk of the same level as oneself died so easily?

For the first time, Pudu Cihang doubted whether his plan to devour the dragon energy of the Great Zhou would succeed.

Although the people who turned the tide at the end of dynasties in the past were amazingly powerful, they were never amazingly powerful to this extent!
Those people often have to be in the center of power to rule the world, and only then can they, with the help of the dragon energy of the dynasty, counterattack and kill one or two monks in the Yang God realm before they die.

But thinking about the various temptations after turning into a real dragon and the heritage accumulated by the six Buddhist sects, it suppressed the urge to retreat and began to practice hard with its eyes closed.

No matter what, it will never be wrong to strengthen yourself.

If its own strength could be further improved and it could become an Arhat on earth, then even if that common man from the border county was a monster, it would not be afraid of him at all.

The perfect cultivation level of the Yangshen Realm is already the pinnacle in this world where immortals and Buddhas have fallen. It is even questionable whether there are any cultivators with such cultivation level still alive in the world.

After a nice night's rest in the courtyard to relieve their fatigue, Ding Hai and his companions once again galloped towards Kyoto in the wind and snow.

Five days before the New Year's Eve, a group of 21 riders from the border shook the Zhou capital, Kyoto.

In front of the Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto, a cavalry group that looked out of place among the surrounding troops was sitting upright on their horses, waiting for the city gate to open.

Looking at the twenty-one fully armed riders, the officers and soldiers guarding the Zhengyang Gate tower secretly guessed the identities of these twenty-one riders.

"The city gate is about to open. Liu Laosan, you go down and interrogate the identities of these twenty-one riders." The deputy general on duty was not very old and had just taken office not long ago.

The old soldier beside him named Liu Laosan immediately rushed down the city gate tower after receiving the order.

Not long after Liu Laosan went down the city gate tower, the gate of Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto was pushed open by soldiers.

Seeing that the city gate was wide open, Ding Hai and his companions dismounted leisurely in order not to disturb the neighbors.

This scene made Liu Laosan, who had been somewhat cautious, suddenly fearless. Except for the time when Emperor Taizu dismounted his horse to enter the city, the dignitaries of this dynasty had never been so well-behaved.

The twenty-one riders outside the door don't even dare to ride horses into Kyoto, so they are definitely not tough guys. It seems like I can make some money again.

Because they had been waiting at Zhengyang Gate in the second half of the night, Ding Hai and others were the first group of people to enter the city.

After the city gates were opened, Ding Hai, who was about to enter the city to make routine reports to the Ministry of Personnel, heard a loud shout before he could even take a step.

"You bold bandits, dozens of horses were stolen from the Dinghuai Marquis's residence last night. I didn't expect that you would dare to show up in front of the world after stealing."

Liu Laosan, who had already made up his mind to make a fortune, drank a lot and took dozens of soldiers from the Five Military Governor's Office to surround Ding Hai to prevent Ding Hai and his group from suddenly attacking.

Looking at the old soldier standing sloppily in front of him, Ding Hai frowned.

Seeing this, Xiahou Wu stepped forward and pointed at Liu Laosan's nose and cursed: "In three breaths, leave a way for us to enter the city. Otherwise, don't blame me for being too sharp."

Knowing that Ding Hai didn't want to cause a scene at the city gate, Xiahou Wu tried to persuade him with kind words.

Otherwise, according to his temper, he would have swung his sword and killed the soldier in front of him long ago.

"Oh, you are quite good at pretending. This is the capital city, where dignitaries are everywhere. You are not qualified to call yourself "this official." Liu Laosan, who didn't know that he had already been to the gates of hell, continued to seek death.

As soldiers defending the city, the most powerful thing about Liu Laosan and others is not their martial arts skills, but their eyesight.

Not to mention Xiahou Wu in front of him, even Ding Hai, who seemed to have the highest status among the group, was wearing half-old clothes and looked very shabby. Liu Laosan had seen many such minor officials who came to the capital from other places to report on their work.

He even called himself "this official". In his opinion, it was questionable whether these people's official positions were as high as his as the city gate official.

Ding Hai, who was standing in the crowd, saw that no one was talking, so he waved his hand behind him and said, "Whoever makes the move, just spare their lives, and the rest can be left to your own devices."

After receiving Ding Hai's order, one of the guards, who had long wanted to regain face for his general, immediately jumped out and attacked the gatekeepers with bare hands.

Liu Laosan and other soldiers guarding the city were all startled when they saw the burly man who suddenly appeared in front of them. Before he could open his mouth to react, a fist as big as a sandbag caught his sight.

Although the guards who were used to fighting with the Huns outside the Great Wall followed Ding Hai's instructions and did not take anyone's life, their attacks were definitely not light.

In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers who were once so high and mighty fell down.

One after another, screams rang out from the city gate tunnel under Zhengyang Gate, which stunned the lieutenant who was sitting on the city gate tower.

They were not deaf. After hearing the screams, they immediately identified which group of people were suffering.

The young general, who had been calm and composed, immediately changed his expression: "Here at the foot of the emperor, at the gate of Kyoto, how dare they do that?

Come, follow me down the city gate. I want to see where those bastards came from. How dare they provoke me, the Five Military Commanders' Office."

Before his officers could respond, several tall figures suddenly surrounded them.

When they had not encountered any trouble just now, Ding Hai and his group naturally would not pay much attention to what was happening around them. After all, no one's energy can be obtained by the wind.

But after encountering Liu Laosan, a guy who was looking for trouble, how could they continue to turn a deaf ear and not rule out possible hidden dangers?

If that were the case, they would have died outside the Great Wall long ago.

The guards surrounding the young general looked at the city gate guards who looked like chickens with disdain.

What kind of shit are they? They actually dare to raise their claws to the general. They don’t know whether they live or die.

The royal guards, whose strength is generally at the acquired realm, are simply not something that these chicken-like city gate guards can contend with.

As soon as they met, they followed the fate of Liu Laosan and others at the foot of the city gate tower, and all lay on the ground like useless people.

Such a big commotion in front of Zhengyang Gate immediately alarmed the city defense battalion in charge of the defense of Kyoto. Dozens of heavily armored cavalrymen rushed out from the city wall stationed inside Zhengyang Gate.

But before these heavily armored cavalrymen could charge at Ding Hai and his group, Ding Hai released a little of his own aura, and the horses ridden by the heavily armored cavalrymen were frightened and fell to the ground.

"My general is the General of Anbei appointed by the Great Zhou Dynasty. What is your intention in turning your swords against us without asking any questions? Do you really think that the swords in our hands are useless?"

Seeing that the situation might escalate, Xiahou Wu, who knew that Ding Hai did not want to make it public, immediately stepped forward and loudly exposed Ding Hai's identity.

After hearing Ding Haishen's title, the armored soldiers who were still pouring out of the city suddenly became at a loss.

The title of General Anbei is not prominent in the official system, but that is under normal circumstances.

Since three years ago, this name has changed its meaning and has become the representative of a major warlord entrenched in You and Bing states.

Since the imperial court had not issued an edict to confirm that Ding Hai had committed treason, not only the soldiers guarding the city, but even the prime ministers in the court did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

In an instant, the armored soldiers in the city were in a dilemma, and the young general on the city wall was captured by the personal soldiers and brought to Ding Hai.

Looking at the young general who was guarding the city like a sick chicken, Ding Hai didn't even bother to ask questions: "Hand over the name card and ask those soldiers to make way. I will ask the court for an explanation for what happened today."

Ding Hai's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Seeing that Ding Hai had given the way out, the leader of the armored soldiers in the city wall took Ding Hai's business card and did not hold on to it.

After respectfully holding the name card in his hand, the leader of the armored soldiers stepped forward and said, "I, Zuo Zixiong, greet you, General.

General, the young general your men have captured is the son of the Dinghuai Marquis family. To avoid any misunderstanding, could you please let him go?"

After hearing the familiar voice, the young general Ding Huaihou, who was lying on the ground groaning, immediately trembled and said, "Did you hear that? Let me go quickly.

You were just lucky to be granted the title of Marquis. If you want to integrate into the noble circle in the future, you will have to rely on our Dinghuai Marquis Mansion!"

Hearing the arrogant voice of the young general of Dinghuai Marquis's Mansion, Zuo Zixiong knew that something bad had happened.

I didn’t expect that I would encounter a plot where I would be slapped in the face. Ding Hai was stunned, then smiled helplessly: "Xiahou Wu, let him keep his mouth clean.

After entering the city, take my business card to the Dinghuai Marquis's mansion and ask the current Dinghuai Marquis if he has had too much peace and want to follow the example of his ancestors and go to the border to fight the Huns.

Tell him that if he wants, I can help him. This rubbish under your feet will be recruited into the Anbei Army immediately after he was punished by the Five Military Commandery. If he doesn't accept the call, kill him."

After hearing what Ding Hai said, the young Marquis Dinghuai immediately knew that he had hit a wall.

He was so confused that he began to beg for mercy without thinking: "You can't do this, I am the legitimate son of Dinghuai Marquis Mansion.

We are all nobles, and we must follow the rules of the noble circle. If you kill me, my father will not let you go."

"Your father? The current Marquis Dinghuai? Your ancestor, the first Marquis Dinghuai, had some respect in my eyes because of his achievements in resisting the southern barbarians. Your father is nothing. If you need me to, I can send you to see him right now."

Ding Hai's cold tone frightened the young marquis of Dinghuai Marquisate. As a son of a military family, he knew about the military achievements of the man in front of him outside the Great Wall.

This made him not dare to bet whether this man who had killed people in the frontier and caused a river of blood to flow would really be so reckless as to take his life on the spot.

Looking at the young Marquis Dinghuai who was wilting like a sick chicken again, Zuo Zixiong suppressed the urge to complain: You are such a coward, why are you trying to show off for no reason?

If he had honestly accepted the punishment just now, and Marquis Dinghuai had just made a few remarks in the court, the matter might have just been over, and it wouldn't have come to this point.

Now, not only has he lost his wife but also lost soldiers, and there is also the possibility that the man in front of him will target Dinghuai Marquis’ Mansion.

He is not just a provincial governor or a local warlord. As a former leader of the Qingliu movement, those big haters in the Censorate have never treated this General Anbei as an outsider.

When Ding Hai was dealing with the troublesome matter at the city gate quickly and efficiently, a familiar figure hurriedly rushed into his sight.

It is Fu Qingzhu, and his current official position is Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War.

Although he spent most of his time wandering around Youzhou and Bingzhou, it was normal for him to return to the court to congratulate the new emperor on his change of era. "I haven't seen you for several years. How are you, Junior Brother?"

Fu Qingzhu was able to become successful in just a few years, after all, it was due to Ding Hai's help in the past.

In order to avoid gossip and finding faults in his character, even though he had only arrived in Beijing the night before, he still hurried over to greet him after learning of Ding Hai's itinerary this morning.

With their hands extended in a false gesture, Ding Hai and Fu Qingzhu pretended to reminisce about the past at the Zhengyang Gate.

As for the young Marquis Dinghuai on the ground, neither Ding Hai nor Fu Qingzhu took him seriously.

After a moment, he handed the horse to the personal guard behind him, and Ding Hai got on Fu Qingzhu's carriage with a smile.

After entering the relatively closed carriage, Fu Qingzhu asked Ding Hai about his purpose: "Junior brother, you are returning to Beijing, I guess you are here to attend the Emperor's changing of the reign title ceremony, just like me?"

"That's right. Brother, what advice do you have that you have to hint that I must get on your carriage before you tell me?" Ding Hai, who was equipped with amazing Taoist skills, asked calmly.

"The capital city appears calm and peaceful on the surface, but in reality things are already turbulent and unpredictable.

Many people are dissatisfied with your sole control of the military power of Youzhou and Bingzhou, and they want to take advantage of your return to Beijing to report on your work to retaliate." Fu Qingzhu did not care about Ding Hai's attitude.

He quickly informed Ding Hai of the huge waves that might be caused in the court.

Although Ding Hai never thought that he and Fu Qingzhu were the same kind of people, other people in the Zhou court did not think so.

The same master, the same achievements, one traveled between the court and the local areas, constantly waving the flag and cheering for You and Bing states, while the other one raised bandits at the border and formed his own faction.

The two of them can be said to be helping each other. Anyone who believes that they are not wearing the same pants is crazy.

"You have been in the frontier for a long time in recent years. Because you are thousands of miles away, although there are courtiers who don't like your style of doing things, they are not the mainstream after all.

However, since you, Junior Brother, have already returned to Kyoto, the sense of strangeness caused by the long distance will probably disappear.

Considering your past reputation, the Inspector Censors may not take advantage of your misfortune.

But because you haven't integrated with them again in recent years, I'm afraid the Inspector Generals won't be able to help you.

Besides, the emperor of today favors the evil monk Pudu Cihang even more than the late emperor of the past, and you can’t guarantee that he will be persuaded by rumors to make things difficult for you.”

"So, after punishing the brat of Dinghuai Marquis' family this morning and cutting himself off from the family of the noble generals, I, General Anbei, am considered an enemy everywhere in Kyoto? That's quite interesting."

Ding Hai never paid any attention to the chickens, dogs, scavenging vultures hiding in Kyoto.

The world has entered a period of chaos, and the various soldiers and bandits have long since disobeyed the orders of the Great Zhou.

Don’t be fooled by the seemingly peaceful and prosperous capital, the whole world is now in turmoil.

It seems that we have reached an era where whoever has the sharper knife has the final say.

As long as the civil and military officials in the court are not stupid enough, they will never offend Ding Hai.

Because they cannot afford the consequences.

With Fu Qingzhu, the nominal Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, leading the way, all the complicated procedures for reporting on work were completed in a moment.

Just as Ding Hai and Fu Qingzhu were shuttling between various government offices in the capital, in the Fengtian Hall of the Great Zhou Palace, the current emperor, the Emperor of Great Zhou, quietly summoned a man in black in the imperial study.

"Gu Qingjia, what happened to that border man at Zhengyang Gate?"

"Reporting to your majesty, Ding Hai had a conflict with the young marquis of Ding Huai Mansion for unknown reasons. It can be said that he has cut himself off from the circle of nobles."

"For several years, Wang Nanrong has been actively buying the hearts and minds of the people in Youzhou and Bingzhou in order to nourish the enemy and gain power.

If the late emperor had not been afraid that the Huns would move south and be as unstoppable as they were forty years ago, they would have killed their way outside Kyoto and threatened the country.

I have already issued an imperial decree to kill this old man."

The new emperor, who has not yet changed the reign title, still trusts and is close to his confidants who have followed him since he was in the palace.

"It's not necessarily easy to deal with Wang Nanrong, but I have a plan that can take Wang Nanrong's life openly.

If he retreats, Wang Nanrong will suffer a great loss of strength and run around in a hurry. "As a minister of the new emperor's palace, Minister Gu still has wisdom.

Without further ado, Minister Gu told the new emperor his plan: "Your Majesty, Wang Nanrong is a general at the border and is said to be the bravest man in the world.

We can rely on this to find something for this general who is the strongest in the world to do.

Nowadays, because of the treacherous people like Wang Nanrong in power, demons and monsters are running rampant in the government and the country.

We can call the Six Gates, the Imperial Observatory and other authority organizations that suppress evil spirits, but because of so many years of fighting against evil spirits, their power has declined and they are not strong enough to completely suppress them.

Therefore, I hope that this border general can help when entering the DPRK.

Before the completion of the ceremony of changing the reign title, he assisted the Six Gates and the Imperial Observatory to suppress the demons and monsters inside and outside the court to ensure the smooth progress of the ceremony.

If Wang Nanrongruo was still just a weak scholar as recorded in the records, it would be impossible for him to escape unscathed from the hands of those evil spirits.

If he is really as brave as the rumors say, we should take advantage of him.

Let him be in charge of suppressing demons and monsters in the Six Gates and the Imperial Observatory, and use his bravery to wipe out all the demons and monsters in the world."

After listening to the plan proposed by Minister Gu, the new emperor's eyes became brighter and brighter. This idea was indeed a good one.

Wang Nanrong has been regarded as a god by those ignorant people in the folks. As long as he gives an order, Wang Nanrong must obey it if he does not want to lose his former reputation.

And as long as he acted according to orders, everything would fall into Mr. Gu's conspiracy.

Wang Nanrong cannot fight and will inevitably die at the hands of demons and monsters. Whether he will be honored after his death or ignored depends entirely on his own wishes.

If Wang Nanrong really has extraordinary strength as the rumors say, then he should openly use this strength to contribute to the Great Zhou.

By the way, use the power of demons and monsters to consume the power that Wang Nanrong has privately built up over the years.

(End of this chapter)