Before leaving, Yan Hunt specially asked the chief manager Li Qing to tie a white scarf for himself and stuffed it into his arms before going out. After the master and servant got into the carriage, Li Qingcai asked:

"Master, what kind of person are you? Is it worthy of a sorcerer? You belittle your identity so much, in the eyes of a minion, it hurts more than a blunt knife to cut your heart! ”

Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt was holding a bronze mirror in his hand at this time, carefully looking at his not very clear reflection:

"How can I guess what I think? After all, Bagh served the emperors of the three dynasties, and it is also appropriate to give some courtesy after death. What's more, this contrived is not for the dead man. Isn't there a living man in that house? ”

Li Qing listened to Yan Hunt's words, scratching his ears and muttering. Suddenly, the speeding carriage tossed as if it had run over something hard, and Li Qing's figure couldn't help shaking, and his eyes immediately lit up and he said loudly:

"Oh~ the minion understood. Your Majesty wants to take this opportunity to show the majesty of the monarch and win over the loyalty of the old ministers in the court! Did the minion guess right? ”

Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt sneered:

"There's nothing wrong with that, but that's not the main purpose. I went out of the palace to offer condolences this time because I wanted to find out what was going on with the Dharma protector He Wendao. Now that Bagge is dead, the most likely person to take over is Li Xuanyu's personal disciple He Wendao. After all, only this Great Dharma Protector is the one who can speak to both the old and the new schools of shamanism. You, compared to your master Lu Xiangyin, are still a little behind. Do you believe it or not? At this time, on the desk of the Winter Warm Pavilion, there is already an extra book about He Wendao? ”

Li Qing nodded yes on the surface, but he was very disappreciative in his heart. Yes, he understood what was most important to be a close minister of the emperor: whoever is a monarch must think very highly of himself. I don't like a minion who can read through my own mind, and I don't like an elm head who doesn't know anything. If you want to please the emperor, you only need to pretend to be stupid and stunned on weekdays, and break it moderately when the emperor drills the tip of the bull's horns, so you can naturally bathe the saint for a long time, and Jane is in the emperor's heart.

The person who drove the car in front was Lu Xiangyin's closed disciple. The greedy little fat man who almost had a heart attack for Li Qing last time - Liu Zhi. The emperor traveled in micro-service, and the carriage and horse were naturally prepared by the imperial horse supervisor. In the past, Liu Zhi only had to serve Lu Xiangyin's daily life, but he didn't expect that this holy decree would be sent by the master and become the car boss of the master and servant.

Liu Zhi stopped the carriage steadily, and after making a "call" in his mouth, he tapped his fingers and tapped the wheel, making a dull sound:

"The owner, shopkeeper Li, let's get to the place."

When Yan Zhan, the owner in the car, heard this, he immediately rubbed his eyes desperately a few times, until his eyes were red, and then he turned his head and glared at Li Qing:

"How? A little grief-stricken, don't you mean it? ”

Li Qing nodded silently, and then jumped out of the carriage first, and knelt on the ground as soon as the curtain was hung. Yan Zhan stepped on Li Qing's back and stood in front of the manor with white branches hanging on the side of the North City Gate. Before Yan Hunter entered the door, the voice had already reached He Wendao's ears.

"Great Elder! You're leaving too early! I still need your help, and the people of Youbei still need your guidance, Great Elder...... Every time I think of your words and deeds to me, I feel that your heart is really like a master and a father to me...... When you go, how can you not make me feel pain and break my liver and intestines...... When you go, I have lost the arm of a pillar country...... In the future, who will be able to remind me from time to time and care for Great Elder I from time to time......"

Emperor Xuande's voice was like a cry, and he circled in the air of Fengjing North City. The area around this house has already been secretly cleared by the spies of the Imperial Horse Prison Room, and his subdued cry of mourning came out, and every word was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. When it reached the ears of the surrounding people who were sealed at home, there were still many people with shallow eye sockets, and tears flowed with him, and they couldn't stop muttering: I didn't expect that our Emperor Majesty is such an emotional person.

He Wendao, who was wearing white and wearing filial piety in the house, was already dozing off with boredom, but at this time he was awakened by Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt's performance of rapping and singing, and the whole person was much more energetic. After carefully distinguishing the 'gist of the lyrics', I couldn't help but pout, and thought to myself:

When you Yan Hunt and Ba Ge met, the sum of them did not exceed ten sides, and those who didn't know listened to these lyrics, and thought that the one lying in the coffin was either your own father or your godfather. The ministers of the DPRK and China have all privately rumored that His Majesty is a hypocrisy, and now it seems that what they said is incomplete. Just rush to this tone, this lyrics, this emotion, I am afraid that the nonsense that comes out of your mouth will be the first to be deceived by yourself.

It can be seen that Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt, the acting skills that made the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces praised one after another, are actually just that.

He Wendao was the first disciple of the great shaman Li Xuanyu of the previous generation, and he was originally a dragon and phoenix among people. If it weren't for the birth of a Nankang woman, Qi Lingyan, then the person who took over Li Xuanyu's witchcraft inheritance would definitely be him. Such a smart person naturally disdains to act in a monkey show with Emperor Xuande:

"Chief Manager Li, Your Majesty is now injured by Elder Bagh's return to heaven, and it is the time when you can't sustain yourself when you have broken your liver and intestines. In the humble status, how dare you offend the majesty of the heavenly family. Let Your Majesty send your condolences to Elder Bagh first, and then go to the gate of the mansion to wait, and you can also avoid suspicion......"

After He Wendao finished speaking, he saluted Li Qing with a fist, turned around and was about to go out. The reason why he was in such a hurry to leave was because he didn't want to look at Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt. He was like a little widow going to the grave, his mouth was not idle and he was rapping, and his hands were still patting the coffin board rhythmically. That wretched look, how disgusting and disgusting.

The reason he found was also very ingenious: Aren't you Yan Hunt a strong desire to perform? You are crying like a mourner in the mourning hall now, can you really want to cry the dead in front of you back to life? It's nothing more than "crying chicken to mushrooms", if anyone believes your tears, they will definitely be put in the soup pot in the end. The emperor's expression of crying bitterly, how can I, a witch doctor, watch from the side? If your weeping virtue reaches the ears of the people, then I can't tell you what you are talking about.

As soon as he crossed the threshold with his front foot, Emperor Xuande's sobbing voice had already come from behind:

"Wendao, you stay, I still have something to say to you."

He Wendao, who was facing away from the mourning hall, grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard this:

I know you have to let me stay, so let's get down to business.

And Emperor Xuande was also very tired in his heart:

"Why is this kid stupid? I acted so hard, he, the audience, had to go first, could it be that I was playing this one, was it really for the dead ghost in the coffin? ”

Although he hated it in his heart, the tears on his face never stopped. He rubbed his eyes and wiped his nose with a brocade handkerchief, and his chest was still twitching up and down, until he found that He Wendao's expression had changed, and he stopped this afterglow in time:

"Wen Dao. The departure of the Great Elder of Bag is really like the sky has fallen for the shamanic sect. But we still have to live the days of the north. Shamanism cannot be without the person in charge. When the Great Elder was alive, he once told me that he wanted to see shamanism flourish again. At present, he has not had time to complete the great cause of revival, so he is one step ahead...... Went first...... Ah......h

Speaking of this, Emperor Xuande began to pat his thighs and shed tears again, and after a long time, he patted He Wendao's shoulder, pretending to be strong and said:

"This shamanism can't be leaderless, my folk trade and mutual market, weddings and funerals, spring plowing and autumn harvest, fishing, hunting, weaving and raising, nothing can be separated from your shamanism. Wen Dao, since you are the first disciple of the great shamans of the previous generation, you are qualified to lead shamanism; The unfinished business of the Great Elder Bagh still depends on you to continue to work hard! ”

He Wendao sneered in his heart: Finally got to the point! You'd better finish everything you have to say all at once. Just your habit of "starting before you say something" is really unbearable.

Emperor Xuande couldn't help nodding when he saw He Wendao being stunned under his beating, and he was overjoyed: This stupid boy seems to have been on the road, and it is just right to say things at this time:

"Before your new Great Shaman takes office, I would like to give you a congratulatory gift with Grand Elder Bagh!"

With that, he pressed his side face against the lid of Bag's coffin, and said quietly:

"According to my secret investigation, Grand Elder Bage was killed by Guo Yunsong's grandson Shen Gui and many henchmen. As long as Wen Dao is willing to stand up, I can take off his head and pay tribute to the spirit of Great Elder Bagh in the sky. ”

He Wendao's face sank like water, and he picked up a sentence in his heart:

In this way, it also clears the way for you to control shamanism.