I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

Jingcheng Dongguifang, which is home to small handicraftsmen and private wealthy households in Jingcheng, used to be a flourishing and affluent fang city.

But since the epidemic broke out a month ago, the residents here have been closing their doors, and the whole city has been trapped in silence. From time to time, the cries rang from the courtyard to time, when the cries became more frequent and the inhabitants became numb.

Dongguifang is one of the most seriously ill cities in the capital, and the roads have long been sealed off by the people of the official government. Even if it's not closed, there aren't many pedestrians left. Some of the families either left town early to run to their families in the countryside or moved to other residential homes. If there's no way out, we'll have to lock the door and stay alive.

Yet the miracle of the heavens descended, and a strange man appeared in their town. Originally in a city temple with no eyes, the Emperor revealed his spirit, couldn't bear to see the suffering of all beings, and gave the divine power to his servant. It was a temple blessing, and since then there has been a magic to heal the people.

Their town had hope.

This golden garment teaching is expanding and its influence is increasing. From time to time, the father, mother and brother-in-law of the xx family's sons and daughters are transmitted in their ears... Believing in piety, touching the Divine Immortal, Mongoliath Bishop gave magic, good news to eliminate the plague.

Though none of those rescued, every piece of good news offers unparalleled hope to the desperate and panicked people. Those in desperate need this light most of all.

As denominations develop, the Patriarch of Golden Clothes soon ceases to receive these civilians, with occasional popular practices. Though the power of the church is far less than that of the bishop, even the majority of the patients after their practice die without healing. But under the glorification of public opinion, no one condemns these practices. It must be these sick people who are not religious enough to touch the heavens. Of course, it is true that the power of the faithful is not pure. As long as we strive to worship, one day we will be able to touch the fairies and the Bishop will come to save them himself.

In this strange atmosphere, suddenly, one day, the main altar of the Golden Clothes Church announced that the bishop was temporarily closed, enlightened by the heavenly machine, together with the invitation of the dignitaries of the Da 'an, had resigned.

Soon afterwards, another nightmare broke out, and Bishop Kim was captured by the court simply because the dignitaries in the hall conquered the power of the Bishop.

The people are angry!

A busy middle-aged man held up the white cloth in his hand and swam among the crowd and shouted: "Don't be afraid, we are not rebels, as long as the court releases the bishop, we will go home. ”

“Let the court hand over the bishop! ”

“The court failed in virtue and was guilty of sin, which led to the epidemic, causing the people to suffer, and yet they do not know how to repent, in an attempt to seize the sky and murder the Bishop! ”

“Their lives are their lives. Aren't they the lives of our people? ”

……

More than a dozen men traveled through the crowd, shouting slogans from time to time, mobilizing the emotions of the people and igniting their anger.

Many facial waxes and coughs in the crowd are obviously infectious. The few other uninfected escorts were wearing headscarves and blocking their mouths and noses.

Everyone climbed up to the front section of Fang City.

Hundreds of cadets of Wucheng Soldiers Mass are standing outside Fang City, staring nervously at the approaching crowd.

If Chino saw this scene, he'd probably feel like a real zombie movie he'd seen in his last life!

The leader's captain looked nervous and asked his men, "Hasn't the reinforcements arrived yet? ”

They were the ones who had previously been responsible for blocking roads here. After receiving the news of the outbreak of civil unrest, the fire speed dispatched a horse and thought it was just a small fluctuation. I didn't expect it to turn into such a situation. Hundreds of them don't have enough people to sew their teeth, not to mention who they are across the street? They're all sick!

The school captain's inner heart is on the verge of collapse. Most of him is going to die tonight. Poor him just married his daughter-in-law a year ago, hugged a big fat boy. I don't know if the people will bully their orphan widows in the future. His daughter-in-law will not remarry. What if he remarries, his son...

Scared, but afraid to flee. The law of the army is extremely strict since it was founded on military merit during the week. Those involved in retreating behind the scenes and falling behind will not only be slaughtered, but will also be implicated in their families.

Seeing both sides trigger, a sudden rush of horseshoes came from behind. Turning around, a team of horses is fast approaching.

When one's hair was half-white, dressed in an inmate garment with a silver pearl crown on his head, he was a man of inner court at first glance. Follow hundreds of riders around, all dressed as the Grand Inner Guards.

Before coming to the neighborhood, the eunuch dared not approach, and immediately shouted from afar: "Holy Spirit!!! ”

At the same time, the accompanying guards shouted: “Holy Spirit!!! ”

The sound runs through the sky.

Unexpected news scared the crowd. The officers and soldiers of the Five Towns Battalion were dull for half a day before they reacted and fell on their knees.

And the troublemakers across the street are less polite. There was a riot in the interior, and the murmur sounded.

“Holy Spirit! It's the emperor's holy decree. ”

“Is the emperor here? My lord, my lord! ”

“How is it possible that the message across the street should be from a middle-class adult who doesn't know what official it is? ”

“It looks like a grandfather! You see, he's got white hair and no beard. ”

“He's a eunuch! ”

……

Wang Gao's cheeks twitched, indicating that he is really a dog. In exchange for so many emperors, he is at least a "Three Dynasties Senior”. Each time, he comes to collect such laborious and unpleasant work.

He looked around and the guards shouted again: "Holy Spirit!!! ”

The sound was loud and deterred the surroundings.

The conversation across the street is finally a little lower. This is an era of imperial power, when the people's natural awe of the emperor finally prevailed, or more importantly because of their curiosity.

After all, most people have never heard of the Holy Spirit in their lives.

When the opposite voice stopped, Wang Gao Sing immediately opened the holy decree as quickly as possible and read it aloud.

“Fortunately, the Emperor's Dahir said...”

Because there are too many mobs across the street, every word he reads is repeated by the guards around him, the voices are high and the skyscrapers are followed.

Considering that the sacred tenets are conveyed to the mob, the proposed Ho Dong did not come too complicated grammar, directly using the most straightforward and simple words to tell everyone a good news.

The Emperor summoned the Bishop of Golden Clothes, and the two had a great conversation. The Emperor sealed the Bishop of Golden Clothes as the Spiritual Golden Immortal, who presided over the folk epidemic prevention and control.

The Golden Immortal Enlightenment Sky Machinery, which has already gained ground, will formulate a psychotropic medicine in the near future to distribute the people to solve the epidemic once and for all. So ask the people to go home.

Also, Lingxiao Jinxian will show up at the ruins of the city temple tonight to give medicine to everyone, please rest assured wait.

After a simple sacred decree, a chaos erupted immediately across the street.

The noisy discussion sounded, some of them shouting, “Don't listen to them, they must be liars, the fairy master must have been killed. ”

“A fairy master is a fairy. How could he be killed by a common swordsman? ”

……

The noise of chaos almost sounded all over Fangcheng. Ultimately, some reluctant to take the lead, like starting a head start, soon more people followed.

Though some of those who were willing to test were caught in the middle of the call, they could not stop the people from falling apart.

What the people desire most is to relieve the epidemic and restore a calm life. Just now, the Holy Spirit has stated that the medicine should be given tonight. If anything happens to the immortals, why should they be hard at this time?

Watching the crowd gradually dissipate. Earlier, the middle-aged man was called upon to stamp his feet with impulse.

The companion whispered, “Let's go, or else we'll just show signs. ”

“Anyway, there are no cactus and no psychotropic drugs tonight, and these people are going to make a scene. It'll be easier if we organize again. ”

The middle-aged man, thinking back, was right, before the intelligence was accurate, the Patriarch of Golden Clothes had been killed by the court, hmm, no living people, no psychotropic drugs, see how they intersect.

Several people rushed away, on the roof of the house, and some shadows crept down.

In the palace, everything is going on.

When the sun shined, Lin Jia stood in front of Qino again, he had to admit that the makeup technique was quite brilliant. The last time this guy pitched himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't recognize him if he had such a fine facial prowess technique.

Lin Jia became a bearded man who was already tall and skinny, much like the Bishop of Golden Clothes. By this time, the eyebrows had been dressed up without any tears. The only eyes that are radiant are those of the Bishop of Golden Clothes.

Lin Jia's voice was quite bright, and at this time he held it in his arms, which was also similar to the sharp and fine voice of the Patriarch of Gold.

Dressed to look alike, you also need to have a colleague dedicated.

Tang Chen, Left Samurai of the Prison Department, came to the palace with a few men described as lewd.

Several people knelt on their knees, seven hands and eight feet.

Tang Chen arched his hands and replied: “Your Majesty, the Shen has already ‘persuaded’ in detail, these Golden Clothes are willing to surrender to the court, to assist Governor Lin in this action, to commute Kung Fu. ”

Several of the men behind him were members of the high ecclesiastical hierarchy who had been abducted with the Bishop of Golden Clothes. Their criminal affairs department also investigated them in detail. They were all groundhogs on the street. When they saw the golden clothes to steam the sun, they thought they had found a business opportunity and hugged their thighs quickly. Because they were good at shooting horse skulls, they were soon promoted to senior cadres. Fish meat country on weekdays, eating, drinking and having fun is not pleasant.

At this time, several people's noodles have dishes, shaking like bran vegetables on their knees.

Especially when the eyes sweep past Tang Chen Tang Samurai, there is a fear that springs out of the bones.

Qin Noh immediately understood what the model of “persuasion” was before Tang Dynasty, no wonder it was so efficient and convenient.

“You're not going down, are you?” Chino asked.

Tang Chen smiled confidently: “Don't worry, Your Majesty, those who have been ‘persuaded’ by the chief will never fall back. At this point, even if you say that a dog is the Bishop of Golden Clothes, they will only kneel down at the dog and cry out to the Bishop of All Saints, Life and Heaven! ”

Next door, the new Lynn Goldcoat Dog Bishop Jia: "…”

Qin Noh nodded satisfactorily. He had heard before that Tang Chen was a master of torture in the Criminal Division, and indeed the rumors were true.

Although the criminal ministry had a bit of trouble with himself when he was a prince before, he was really not the type of chicken gut person, like the Tang Dynasty in front of him, before the law enforcement was fair, although disrespectful to himself, but now he has a good attitude, business affairs, and he is not stingy to use.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Jia: “The next thing you know, it's up to Lin Qing's tongue. ”

Lin Jia knelt on the ground: “Subject... obey. ”

I really want to pour it. What should I do?