Where is Mecca?

The Holy Muhammad represents Allah and personally canonized the holy city, the center of the world.

Zubayr is not an ordinary person, his father was the first follower of Muhammad when he was young, and he can even be called a comrade-in-arms of Muhammad, leaving him with great prestige and connections, and he himself was originally one of the Shiite stalwarts, but in the caliphate centralized power, the fight against sectarian forces, but was degraded.

God knows how he got together with the Hawariyas.

Now that Zubayr is in sight, the rebels have also occupied Mecca to establish power, and its legitimacy is even faintly beyond the Damascus caliphate, if Hassan is still in power, with the legitimacy of the Hashemite family, he can still suppress Zubayr and call on all tribes to exterminate the Zubayr regime.

But now, Hassan is dead, and his body is still stuffed in the collapsed ruins like a can, and as for the caliph in front of him, who cried and cried and fell asleep at the coronation ceremony, and whose face was mixed with Arab and Berber characteristics? Even many of the subordinate chiefs and nobles looked down on him, how could they use him as a banner to call on millions of Arabs and twenty or thirty million Muslims to obey his will?

Sherman's hand holding the caliphate's crown aloft could not help but retract.

A coronation ceremony ended like this, and the nobles who had not sworn allegiance at all had their own thoughts, discussing and scattering towards their own mansions, and many people had a feeling of discouragement, looking at more than a dozen nobles and worried.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

Just under the dragon chair of the Caliph, the most grumpy Faisal slammed his fist to the ground, his face full of thick beard full of worry and roaring irritably.

But the few people in front of him were silent for a while.

For a long time, old Sherman gritted his teeth and spoke.

"It is necessary to support the emir Hujie as a new generation of caliph, in Kufa and in Egypt, the Hou Lord has this great prestige, and only by virtue of his prestige can he overpower Zubayr and win popularity from the Hawariji faction."

"However, Lord Hou explicitly refused!" At this, Sarava sighed even more sadly, not wanting Sherman to shake his head heavily at him.

"Now that the situation is different, Lord Hou Jiehou must not want the Damascus Caliphate court that he single-handedly supported to be destroyed, right?"

"And the ancient books of China pay attention to three invitations, in order to invite a wise monarch to ascend the throne of God, if it doesn't work once, we will invite it twice, and if it doesn't work twice, please invite it three times! Master Hou Jie will change his mind after all! ”

Seeing that Sherman said resolutely, Faisal and Sarava finally nodded to each other in bitterness.

"That's it!"

The next day, the large iron gate of the Syrian governor's palace was closed, and there were more than 100 Arab scholars and nobles who braved the scorching sun, bent down and bowed neatly, and did not make a sound, but worshipped.

It lasted until noon, and the closed big iron door finally burst open, Hou Jie ran out helplessly, walked to the front, and quickly picked up Sherman and the others whose robes were already wet with sweat at the front, while still begging.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you have to do at my cold gate instead of choosing a new caliphate?"

"Lord Hou, the form has changed dramatically!"

With a face of extreme bitterness, Sherman pointed to the south pleadingly and said: "The rebels of the Hawariji faction have occupied Mecca, have proclaimed Zubayr as caliph, and are sharpening their swords to kill Damascus. ”

"Yes, Lord Hou Jie, you will promise everyone to ascend the throne as caliph!"

The rest of the people also followed the gossip to help, but Hou Jie's face was helpless to the extreme, and he waved his hand again and again, and he also pleaded and refused to the big guy.

"Everyone is going to be unrighteous before me, I, Hou Jie, ascended to the position of caliph, how will the history of Youyou record me Hou Jie in the future?"

"Please elect a new caliph as soon as possible, when the time comes, I, Hou Jie, am willing to lead the Syrian army to charge for the new caliphate and serve on the battlefield, although I will die!"

Everyone pleaded like this, but Hou Jie still didn't agree, looking at his bowed figure, it really made many people full of frustration.

By that time, it's too late!

With an anxious stomach, Faisal continued to persuade something, but Sherman stretched out his hand to stop him, changed his tone, and bowed to Hou Jie again.

"Lord Emir, even if you don't become a caliph, there is one thing that you still need your help with, I am too busy with the ambassador to clean up, the body of the caliph is still abandoned in the palace and has not been contained, please collect the orphans of the caliph for us."

I didn't expect Sherman's tone to change so quickly, Faisal, Sarava and the others were eager to distinguish something, but they were still soothed by Sherman's eyes, and the attention of more than a hundred heads was all focused on Hou Jie.

After pondering for a moment, Hou Jie finally nodded with difficulty.

"Excuse me, lead the way!"

The harem of the Caliph's Grand Palace, once gorgeous and extravagant on earth, is now devastated, and everywhere is pitch black rubble.

And a strange smell permeated the air, the hot weather in the Middle East, there was water vapor nearby, just over a day, the corpses in the palace began to rot and stink, swarms of flies and mosquitoes were overwhelming, this smell even the important ministers of the country were pale, covering their noses, while waving their hands to drive away flies and mosquitoes.

Only Hou Jie's face did not change and walked in the forefront.

Finally found Hassan, and a large group of Arab nobles couldn't help but stop.

It was okay to be burned to death, and the carbonized body decayed slowly, but Hassan was steamed, and was still soaking in the bathroom water that had become a broth, and Hassan was completely indistinguishable from the human form at this time, the surface was covered with flies, and the maggots writhed their bodies horribly.

A few young noble chiefs simply went to the side and spit out, even an old man like Sherman was pale and full of uncomfortable appearance, but Hou Jie still didn't change his face.

Under the amazed gaze of everyone, Hou Jie actually went to the front in person, stepped on the foul-smelling dirty water, and carried Hassan*'s corpse with his own hands.

The dirty maggots kept falling on Hou Jie's clothes, and his face didn't even change at all, Hou Jie turned back to Sherman and the others and said, "Find a quiet palace, I will personally restrain His Majesty the Caliph!" ”

"Yes, as you wish!"

Sherman immediately stretched out his mouth eagerly.

In the first half of the Grand Palace, on the left side of the Caliphate's main hall, more than a dozen bubbling Miao Miao fragrance, the strange fragrance of dipterocarp from the Fujian Kingdom, burned desperately, which suppressed the almost maddening stench.

In Islamic burial customs, the corpse is cleaned, coated with spices and herbs to embalm, and then buried in the desert, but now Hassan is covered with maggots and burrowed into the flesh, which can not be called clean.

So, Hou Jie didn't dislike it at all and sorted it out for him personally.

After a busy night, he picked out two buckets of maggots and anointed them, and in the early morning, Hassan's body was finally disposed of, wrapped in a white cloth, like an Egyptian mummy, and placed in the coffin, but Hou Jie was not an iron man after all, and after a few days of fatigue, he lay on the table, and at this time he finally fell asleep deeply.

"He is worthy of Lord Hou Jie, who is loyal, righteous, courageous, devout to Allah, and loyal to the caliph comparable to the sun and the moon, and in this life, I am afraid that I will admire him alone."

It was also after being busy for half a night, the Cairo Imam, the thin Sarava, looked at the sleeping Hou Jie, and shook his head with heartfelt emotion.

However, as soon as the conversation changed, Sarawa reproached Sherman again: "Elder, why didn't you implore Lord Hou Jie to succeed to the caliph yesterday in one breath, you know, time is like fire now!" ”

"That can't be helped, only by burying His Majesty the Caliph in person, can Lord Hou Jie's heart knot be opened, and as long as Lord Hou Jie enters the palace, we will have a chance to persuade him."

Suddenly, listening to Sherman's explanation, Sarava and the others bowed to Sherman with their fists in their hearts.

"It's still your old thoughtfulness!"

"Alright, everyone, let Lord Hou Jie rest for a while, let's go separately to contact the nobles, and strive to make everyone loyal to Lord Hou Jie in a few days!"

Listening to Sherman's drive and nodding, a dozen or so top nobles finally withdrew from the palace one after another.

Lying on the table, Hou Jie really slept very deeply, and even heard his slight snoring, but at a few angles that Sherman didn't pay attention to, a sinister and smug smile always hung on the corner of Hou Jie's mouth, and it became more and more intense.

Not far from Hou Jie's head, where Hassan's tightly wrapped head was displayed, even if it was wrapped in three layers of white cloth, it seemed that he could still vaguely see that a pair of his eyes were protruding, looking at the sky blankly......