Ancestral Hall

It is to build an ancestral hall (temple) for the living, so that he can enjoy the incense offerings of the people while he is alive.

According to legend, the first person in China to enjoy the treatment of the ancestral hall was Luan Bu of the Western Han Dynasty.

In Chinese tradition, if you can build a temple and enjoy incense, it is the rhythm of becoming a god.

The construction of the ancestral hall is to let the living start to enjoy the treatment of the gods in advance.

However, the treatment of this god is not something that anyone can enjoy, even if he only enjoys the treatment of a small god such as the city god land, it is a great thing.

Because of this, in the thousands of years of Chinese history, there are absolutely very few people who can establish ancestral halls.

And the Lisheng Ancestral Hall can still be praised by people, and the only one who can be praised may be Di Renjie, a famous minister in the Tang Dynasty.

Now, someone actually proposed to set up a shrine for Wei Zhongxian, this idea is too crazy, right?

"Lisheng Ancestral Hall?"

Startled by the scribe's proposal, Pan Ruzhen slowly stood still, muttering to himself.

Seeing Pan Ruzhen stop, the eyes of the other people in the room all focused on Pan Ruzhen.

Such a crazy idea, I'm afraid that I will be violently reprimanded by Pan Ruzhen soon, right?

The room was scary silent for a while.

Just after the Spring Festival of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, a major event occurred in the officialdom of Daming that shocked the world.

Pan Ruzhen, the governor of Zhejiang, publicly listed the table and asked Wei Zhongxian to establish a shrine in the name of the people of Zhejiang.

This news was like a thunderbolt from the dry land, and everyone who heard the news was shocked on the outside.

People were shocked by Pan Ruzhen's shamelessness.

To set up an ancestral hall for a eunuch, even if it is a sycophant, this person can't be shameless to this extent.

Capital

Walking out of Changchun Palace for a long time, Wei Zhongxian's head was still dizzy.

Wei Zhongxian didn't expect that the Emperor of the Apocalypse would give him such a great favor.

What a grace!

When he received the recital from Pan Ruzhen, the governor of Zhejiang, Wei Zhongxian's first feeling was not joy, but fear.

What is his identity Wei Zhongxian, just an emperor's domestic slave.

Entering the family ancestral hall and enjoying the incense of the younger generations is Wei Zhongxian's greatest pursuit behind him.

No way, who made Wei Zhongxian a physically handicapped person.

This normal person only needs to die in peace to enjoy the treatment, but Wei Zhongxian doesn't know if he can enjoy it in the future.

After all, his father-in-law Wei has no direct descendants.

Once he Wei Zhongxian is a hundred years later, who knows where his nephews will put his tablet place.

To be honest, the idea of the Jiansheng Temple really deeply moved Wei Zhongxian.

He, Wei Zhongxian, is not short of power and money now, isn't this what he lacks behind him?

But the problem is that the living are sacrificed to the living in the ancestral hall.

It's not just a casual thing.

This is similar to the rhythm of the living becoming gods, but it is actually very offensive to the royal majesty.

Is God so good?

If you don't do it well, the shrine will become a place where you will be buried.

This is how Wei Zhongxian can not be afraid.

But Pan Ruzhen asked for this recital of the Lisheng Ancestral Hall, and Wei Zhongxian didn't dare to suppress it.

Who knows how many people are waiting, waiting to sneak this piece in front of His Majesty.

It's not so much that the future is not clear, so it's better to send it over by yourself.

Wei Zhongxian only hoped that the Emperor of the Apocalypse would take this piece as a joke and laugh at it for the sake of the Emperor of the Apocalypse who had personally sent it over.

"Pan Ruzhen, the miscellaneous family remembers you."

Wei Zhongxian squeezed out a few cold words from between his teeth.

Unexpectedly, things were completely unexpected by Wei Zhongxian.

The recital of the Jiansheng Ancestral Hall, the Emperor of the Apocalypse approved it very easily.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse approved it so easily that Wei Zhongxian wondered if he had taken the wrong piece of music.

But the content of Emperor Tianqi's instructions made Wei Zhongxian finally understand how good the emperor was to him.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse not only allowed the move of the Zhejiang Jiansheng Temple, but also personally criticized him Wei Zhongxian as a Pude Zhenren.

Pude Zhenren!

With the emperor's gift, he Wei Zhongxian can rightfully enter the ancestral hall and enjoy the incense.

With the emperor's gift, in the future, his ancestral hall of Wei Zhongxian will be equivalent to the land of the city god, and he will be a righteous god with a formal license.

With the emperor's gift, he Wei Zhongxian no longer has to think about whether he will become a lonely ghost behind him.

He can now see himself enter the ancestral hall and enjoy the incense.

What a great grace this is, how can Wei Zhongxian not faint, and how can he not be ecstatic.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse gave him Wei Zhongxian such a high and generous kindness, how could he, Wei Zhongxian, dare not serve His Majesty.

After taking a few more steps, the cold wind blew the Buddha, and Wei Zhongxian's head was much clearer.

Wei Zhongxian turned around and knelt down, and bowed his head heavily towards Changchun Palace.

Your Majesty, the old slave must be broken to pieces to repay Your Majesty's kindness.

Liaodong, Shengjing

Looking at Nurhachi, who stepped on the war horse again, Huang Taiji was extremely helpless.

Old Khan, the devil is stunned.

What day is it, it's only the ninth day of the first month.

It's a Chinese New Year.

Is this going to be a fuss?

Isn't this old Khan stunned, what is it?

Although there is no snow now, this year's weather is unusually cold.

To say that dripping water turns into ice is not an exaggeration.

In this kind of weather, when I went to the battlefield, I was afraid that the sons and daughters would not even be able to pull out their knives.

In such a cold and freezing weather, how can it be the time to send troops to fight.

But the problem is that the old Khan has been so stunned that he doesn't listen to anyone's advice.

No matter how much I persuade him, I'm afraid that Lao Khan will use a knife to kill people.

Forget it, you should accompany Lao Khan out hunting.

It's just that it's freezing on this day, and I don't know where to find the prey.

The old Khan didn't seem to have a target either.

It's so helpless!

Nurhachi, who stepped on the war horse, didn't pay attention to Huang Taiji's careful thoughts at all, and he took the lead in hitting the horse and rushing out.

Seeing Nurhachi running away, for a while, the people in Shengjing City shouted and neighed.

The military and civilians of Shengjing have long been surprised by the disturbances made by Nurhachi.

The big guys have heard of it.

Since the Spring Festival, Lao Khan has been stunned, and he thinks about fighting and going on expeditions all day long.

If you don't go out for a few laps every day, Lao Khan won't be able to live in peace.

The horse galloped and followed Nurhachi all the way to the camp outside the city, and Huang Taiji's face completely changed.

The banner lords and ministers of the Houjin Eight Banners have all come to this camp at some point.

What is Old Khan doing here?

Is it really going to go on a campaign?

Before Huang Taiji could think clearly, Nurhachi's roar came from his ears: "Blow the trumpet, gather troops." ”

On the twelfth day of the first month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Nurha Chiqin led the main force of the Eight Banners to attack Juehua Island, the grain storage area of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty.

Because in October of the fifth year of the Apocalypse, Houjin attacked Ning Yuan and was forced to withdraw his troops, and the Ming Dynasty did not have the slightest preparation for this surprise attack on Nurhachi.

When Houjin Baqi arrived on Juehua Island, it coincided with a cold wave that had not been encountered for more than ten years, and the waters around Juehua Island were covered with thick ice.

The moat changed the way, and the main force of the Houjin Eight Banners easily rushed to Juehua Island without much effort.

The unprepared defenders of Juehua Island, although they made a heroic resistance in the face of the wolf-like main force of the Eight Banners, Daming Juehua Island still fell quickly.

During the battle, more than 7,000 defenders of Daming Juehua Island and nearly 10,000 merchants on the island were all slaughtered by Nurhachi.

In the first battle of Juehua Island, the Jurchen Eight Banners once again demonstrated their strong field combat capabilities.

The ferocity of the Houjin old slave also shocked the entire Ming Dynasty again.