The territory of the Ming Empire is extremely broad, not counting the major criminal areas, and there are two capitals and thirteen provinces under the local jurisdiction.

As a violent organization of the guards of the Ouchi Vertical Tube, Jinyiwei has always only been active in the North Zhili Shuntianfu, inspecting civil and military officials and guarding the safety of Gyeonggi.

Unless it is a major case involving important members of the court or relatives of the emperor, it is basically impossible for Jinyiwei to appear in Chengdu Mansion according to the convention, let alone the establishment of a permanent office.

At that time, if Jinyiwei wanted to deal with a small local family like the Gu family in Yizhou, he could uproot a trumped-up crime casually.

Where is it necessary to be as careful as it is now.

All the turning points happened in the party dispute that broke out in the court ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the current Emperor Shengshang Jiaqi had just succeeded to the throne, and the East and West Factory, which had already shown signs of declining power, took advantage of the unstable situation in the court and joined forces to attack the new Donglin Party.

The two sides attacked each other and started a 'great court debate' that lasted for half a month.

The East and West factories were exhausted, but they were still defeated by the New Donglin Party, and the ceremonial supervisor and the 'three places and one bureau' set up in the two factories were all disbanded.

Among them, the elite players were imprisoned, and those who absconded escaped. The name that was tickled by the red pen of the cabinet is dozens of pages long.

As a result, the two major departments of the Imperial State Prison and Zhizhi have recovered a large number of valuable research specimens.

The two once-powerful governors were also taken out of their consciousness and thrown into the Jinyi Guard Prison of Shuntianfu, where they were imprisoned for an unlimited period of time.

The Imperial Prison is a more terrifying place than the Huangliang Misery of the Heavenly Prison of the Criminal Department, silent, without top, without the change of day and night, and without the passage of time.

In such an environment, the consciousness of the imprisoned can remain absolutely awake at all times, and they can suffer in the endless nothingness.

Even if the masters of Buddhism and Taoism, who are known as ruthless, fall into it, their will will soon be tortured into idiots.

Jin Yiwei, who was in cahoots with the East and West Factory, could not escape the fate of being purged in this turmoil.

Fortunately, Emperor Jiaqi wrote the words 'Jinyi is not wrong', and the new Donglin Party, which had just won a big victory, did not want to tear his face with the new emperor because of this inconsequential addition, so that the establishment of Jinyiwei could be preserved.

It's a pity that the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped.

The surviving Jinyi Wei was reduced to pieces under the operation of the Xindonglin Party, and the personnel were distributed to various parts of the empire, completely losing the right to speak in the court.

After these twists and turns, the authority and energy of Jinyiwei are not as good as before, and they look like a declining scene.

The hatred between Jinyiwei and the Confucian sect lord is not an exaggeration to describe it as deep as the abyssal sea.

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"So Yu Kou asked you to approach Gu Yong in order to insert you into the Gu clan in Yizhou as an internal response. After ten years of hibernation, Jin Yiwei finally couldn't help but do it. ”

Raven Hua's tone was gloomy, even if he was just a pariah, at this moment he could smell the fishy smell that echoed between heaven and earth when the wind and rain were about to rise.

There are no eggs under the nest.

If Jinyiwei really wants to join forces with Daomen to set off this storm, the first to be drenched by the torrential rain are ordinary people like them.

"If I die, leave Chengdu Mansion as soon as possible."

Li Jun memorized the message on the tablet word for word and handed it back to Crow Hua. He reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder, then strode out of the Raven Clinic.

Behind him, Crow Hua slowly retreated, trying to stand firm against the wall, but he still couldn't stop sliding down, and finally sat on the ground, looking at Li Jun's departing back in a stunned manner.

"If you don't enter Shu and don't leave Sichuan, Lao Tzu's entire net worth is bet on you, don't let me down!"

At the same time, it fell on the tablet at the old man's feet, and the displayed time jumped to four quarters.

A desktop pet that looked exactly like the crow Duoduo jumped on the screen, with an extremely solemn look on its little face, and slowly opened the yellow scroll in his hand.

"On the eleventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of Jiaqi, lift the lamp and travel the gods, and avoid killing people."

Childlike words, chills!

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"Raise the lamp, raise your !!"

With a high-pitched and loud trumpet, dozens of shirtless and strong men shouted angrily at the same time, raising the bamboo pole with the thickness of the bowl in their hands.

A bamboo dragon stretching for hundreds of feet rises, and the red silk wrapped around the dragon's body continues to dance in the wind.

Among the huge claws of the friends was a huge dragon ball with a diameter of one zhang, and the lights flickered and rose in the wind.

It's still dusk, but the shops on Kowloon Street have turned on the neon signs and the lights are gradually lit up on both sides of the street, guiding the way for the dragon lanterns.

Red lanterns are also hung in the shack areas and tube buildings deep in the streets, and the word "inverted blessing" is posted on the door of every house, and the whole block is filled with the smell of festivity.

"The dragon lantern is on, the gods are good!"

After the red dragon, the special cars slowly started.

On the body, there are carved buildings and paintings, and green tiles and cornices. There are Confucian pavilions, Taoist spiritual palaces, and Buddhist temples.

Although they are all handmade, they are all lifelike.

The angry-eyed King Kong and the gold-armored priest accompanied him, and the men hiding in them performed hard, sparing no effort to show the majesty of the gods.

The two wings of the luanbird, equipped with a floating device, chirped in the air, and its long feathers shone in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A child wearing a Sanxingdui mask chases after the funny and cute third prince of electronic music.

The officials and generals walked at the back of the procession to suppress all the ghosts.

Families helped the old and the young, dressed in the most appropriate clothes in the house, and applauded and cheered for these floats that originated from the north and south of the empire.

Li Jun stood in the crowd, quietly looking at the paradoxical picture of gods and humans in front of him, enjoying the tranquility before the wind and rain.

"The gods are good, the world is safe!"

The parade finally reached its climax, and the crowds on both sides raised their hands towards the sky and shouted in unison: "God bless, the world is safe!" ”

"God bless, the world is safe!"

The sound is like a tide, and the noise is very high.

"Mom, look, there are people running on the back of the Dragon King."

The woman who was praying sincerely was suddenly disturbed, and looked down with a tiger face, and her son, wearing the mask of Monkey King, was pulling the corners of his clothes and shouting excitedly.

The dragon lord is made of bamboo, who can run on it?

The woman didn't think about it, and shook her hand to knock it down, "You turtle don't pray well and shout the hammer, be careful that the old lady goes back and picks your skin..."

"There really is, and there is more than one, there are several people."

The little sage covered his head and wanted to justify, but when he saw the woman raising his eyebrows, he hurriedly reached out and hugged the other party's thigh and begged for mercy.

The woman snorted, folded her hands again, and continued to worship the gods of the past.

After his mother began to pray, the little sage sneakily took out a little finger-sized cannon from his trouser pocket and threw it hard at his feet.

"The dragon king dares to run on his back and blow up the little fleas!"

Syllable!

Rumble!!!!

Huge explosions resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the scorching heat wave carried a suffocating threat.

The red dragon's back was blown off from it, and the flying stones and bamboo shards pierced more than a dozen dragon-carrying men in an instant.

The festive red silk was now the best fuel for the flames, and thick black smoke quickly filled the streets.

The mighty contingent of gods and spirits instantly turned into birds and beasts and scattered, and there were heart-rending exclamations and screams everywhere.

"The Dragon Lord is really angry?"

The little great sage was stunned by the sudden loud noise, and wanted to raise his eyes to see if it was really the Dragon Lord who was angry, but found that it was dark in front of him.

A black figure stood in front of him, like a reef separating the crowd.

"Great Sage, I'm going to help you clean up those little fleas?"

The little great sage didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying, he only felt that the three words of the great sage were particularly pleasant, and his eyes under the mask were bent into a string moon, and he shook his head with a smile.

was about to let the man shout again, when he suddenly felt that he was rising from the clouds, and was copied into the arms of the old lady who came back to his senses, and ran into the distance.

Li Jun looked back at the black dots that were dancing between the buildings in the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes."