The emperor of a country has fallen to such a point, which makes people feel embarrassed. Think about it, the ordinary people who died under the iron hooves of the alien race, but if the descendants of the Zhao family at that time were a little courageous, they would not throw away this great country, and the million forbidden army was defeated by more than 100,000 Jin soldiers, it was not that my people of the Great Song Dynasty were incompetent, but it was really Zhao Ji, the emperor, who was too vegetable. Harm others, harm yourself, harm the world.

"Trapping you here is not only to torture you, this feng shui bureau is related to your descendants and descendants, affecting their character and destiny, but also related to the fortune of the country, why Gaozong has no descendants, traitors are in charge, loyal ministers are slaughtered, how many times you have to recover the lost land, but give up, it is also related to you being buried here. It seems that the Jin people also have feng shui masters, but they didn't calculate it, the Jin Kingdom died in the hands of the Mongols, and it was a coincidence that I saved you, that is, the will of God, no matter how absurd you were before, but after all, you have also suffered for so many years, God has the virtue of a good life, and it is also through my hand to save you from this place that is more bitter than hell. In a while, I will surpass you and the queen and get out of this sea of suffering, and ascend to bliss as soon as possible. If you have any wishes, tell me and I can help you as much as I can. ”

After I finished speaking, I saw the paper figure bow to me lightly, and asked the emperor to bow to me, which was too refreshing, whether it was an expired emperor or not.

"There is no way to remedy the past, and even regret can't change the reality: the west wind shook the door all night, and the depressed lonely house was faintly lit. Jiashan looks back for 3,000 miles, and there are no geese flying in the south of the sky. After the paper man finished chanting this poem, he didn't speak again, but I could feel the sadness in his heart, he couldn't return to his homeland in life, and he couldn't enter his ancestors in death.

I said, "Do you have any wishes that have not been fulfilled, tell me now, the hour is not early, and it will be difficult for you to find the road to the Yellow Springs when the time comes, and now I will go beyond it for you." ”

Paper man Zhao Ji said: "I don't have any wishes, hundreds of years have passed, the green mountains are still there, the old garden is dust, things are not people, I have nothing to thank the Taoist, when the Jin army invaded the south for the first time, I passed the emperor to the crown prince, with Cai Jing, Tong Guan and other excuses, burned incense and fled to Mengcheng, Bozhou, Anhui Province (now Mengcheng, Anhui Province). After arriving in Mengcheng, I was afraid that the Jin army would continue to go south, so I brought out a group of celebrity calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry from the palace and a lot of Taoist cheats, hidden in the northwest of Mengcheng, 40 miles away from Mengcheng Jianshan, there is a cave on the mountainside, at that time I asked Tong Guan to take people to go, I don't know the specific location, they hid it and sealed the entrance of the cave, so many years have passed, I don't know if it has been found, if it is still there, you will find it carefully. If you find it, please ask the Taoist to keep the calligraphy and paintings, which can be regarded as a little inheritance for me to leave a descendant, and as for the treasure, the Taoist can deal with it as he wants. Those Taoist cheats may be helpful to the Taoist cultivators, and I am satisfied that I can get rid of this suffering today, and the rest of the matter is to go to hell to settle accounts with those traitors who have harmed me. Dao Changqing should do it, let me reunite with the hard-working queen as soon as possible, she has also suffered with me for so many years. ”

I know that Song Huizong was also a good Taoist person back then, and he also called himself the Emperor of the Daojun back then. If I can really get the Taoist cheats of that year, it will be a great thing for me and our entire Jinshan Sect

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, I took out two black paper talismans, recited the soul trick, and threw it on another urn, the same as Zhao Ji's, this ash altar also shook a few times, fell to the ground, and the soul that broke the taboo attached to the paper man, stood up, and walked on Zhao Ji's paper man. I don't have time to see how they and their husbands go to me, so let them have a good chat on the way to hell.

While the time was still good, I held a peachwood sword, recited the mantra of death, lit the talisman paper on the candle that had been drawn a long time ago, burned it and put it in the bowl of wine on the incense table.

I saw that as the speed of my chanting mantra accelerated, the seven candles around gradually became brighter and darker, and the flames gradually became larger and smaller, and finally only a little blue flame danced in the middle, like a firefly, jumping desperately, the small blue flame flashed with a blue faint light, reflecting the two paper figures in the middle, which was particularly weird. I guess Wang Jinhuai was already frightened there. When the faint candlelight was about to disappear, I picked up the wine bowl with a charm and splashed it, the two paper figures in the middle, I saw, the paper man rose a flame, blinked, there was a cloud of smoke left, watching the smoke drift straight to the sky, I breathed a sigh of relief, then the blue candlelight returned to its original light, beating happily.

I lit the remaining paper money in front of the incense case, and sent the Buddha to the west, and the good deeds were done to the end, for the sake of him being an emperor and telling me the secret of the treasure, I sent them some money to spend on the road. Zhao Ji, the emperor, did too miserably, and he had to suffer so much when he died.

As the paper money fireworks gradually went out and the surroundings returned to tranquility, I waved my hand at the corridor where Wang Jinhuai was hiding.

Wang Jinhuai walked over from his hiding place, "Is the Daoist over?" The paper man would stand up like that. ”

"It's over, it's all gone, let's pack our things." I packed up my things as I spoke.

"Dao Chief's two columbariums have fallen like this, how to deal with it." Wang Jinhuai asked as he looked at it.

"I'll pack the ashes, put them here first, and let Wei Yuanwai find someone to deal with them tomorrow, you pack up the things on the incense case, and we're ready to go back." By the light of the candle, I picked up the black bones of Zhao Ji and Queen Wang and put them in the urn, and took two bowls on top of them that I used to hold wine, and put them together. Extinguished the candle and put my rucksack on my back.

Wang Jinhuai followed me to the guest room, "Dao Chief, what have you said, I can't hear it from a distance." Wang Jinhuai couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked as he walked.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you when I get to the room."

At this time, the time has passed, the Wei family has fallen asleep, the whole mansion is quiet, through the corridor, we returned to the guest room in the front yard, washed up, lying on the bed, I told him what Zhao Ji said, of course, I can't tell Wang Jinhuai about Zhao Ji's treasure, the world is greedy, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not betray me for money. Besides, I still have to go to the capital now, and I don't have time to go treasure hunting.

After listening to my story, Wang Jinhuai was also embarrassed, who would have thought that the king of a country would be in such a situation.

After a busy night, I was really tired, and I didn't even do basic meditation exercises, so I fell asleep deeply.

When I woke up from a dream, I saw a middle-aged man in yellow holding a beautiful woman in her 30s, standing in front of my door, and the man in yellow bowed to me with the woman, and then quietly turned away. I subconsciously bowed and sat up from the bed.

It turned out to be a dream of Nan Ke, but I know that this is not a dream, it is consciousness, a kind of spiritual consciousness, don't look at Zhao Ji as the emperor, but I still have a sense of gratitude. This is to say goodbye to me.