In this life, he only wants to be a bystander in the late Han Dynasty, and he has always believed in the way of self-preservation, and he is absolutely grateful for Wei Ye's bad taste of not putting his own safety in mind in order to watch the excitement. However, the old king, who served as a miscellaneous official in charge of writing in the capital, saw things much more clearly than a certain basic wild scribe, he checked the crucian carp in his hand, and persuaded in a low voice: "The real Jianghu people in the Big Gun Mansion have earned the identity of the forbidden army of the Son of Heaven in the West Garden, although the northern lieutenant has fought with them a lot, but he will not really tear his face. Looking at their virtue of being afraid that things will not make much trouble, it is definitely not to touch the mold of the Big Gun Mansion, the Cao family was originally from a half-eunuch party and half a party, and it is definitely not to go to the Huangmen Mansion, I am afraid that this is going to the newly established Taoist altar in Taiping Road in the west, maybe there will be blood. You are a hermit cultivator, why do you want to cause such trouble? If you have this free time, it is better to go to the abandoned old mansions of those nobles for a while, if you drop your head to a wine urn demon or something, I will buy the good wine in the urn with a lot of money, what do you think?"

"Elder Wang, you're just joking," Wei Ye shook his head as he paced in the direction where those knights were rushing, and said with a smile, "Unless it is buried in the place where the earth's leylines converge and nourished, how can the wine urn become a demon? Even if I had, I would enjoy it myself, and I would definitely not take it out to cheapen others. ”

After a few small words, the old miscellaneous official and the little scribe each said goodbye and went their own way. At this moment when the storm is approaching and the bigwigs in the capital are still intoxicated with reselling their official positions and cracking down on dissidents, they are just two spectators who are watching the excitement with cold eyes - the person surnamed Lu is the most annoying person of Brother Xun, but the viewing angle they choose is not quite the same.

Holding the peach gold in one hand, Wei Ye walked briskly on the road leading to the southwest city, although the Taiping Road is recognized by the present and called it "good way", but in addition to the forbidden eunuchs and palace maids and high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the inner house, few scholars and doctors pay attention to these Taoist disciples who are attached to bamboo and wood canes, preaching scriptures and sending runes. What's more, these sacrificial wines and the like of preaching are probably those poor and sour scholars who are born in small families and cannot study and travel, and they are even more insignificant for the scholars of the big families who are born in high families. In terms of human history, the basic plate of new religions is by no means vested interests, but those lower and even middle classes of society with political and economic needs. Therefore, at this time, most of the Taoist altars in Taiping Road are located between ordinary shops in the west of the city, which has its own reason.

Counting the days, it is now the spring of the fifth year of Guanghe, and there is not much time left before the Taiping Road chops wood for soldiers, unveils the pole, and roars the slogan of "Yellow Sky should stand, the world is auspicious". It is no wonder that some people are eager to cut off some of the tentacles of Taiping Dao in Luoyang now, you must know that Taiping Dao can be recognized by the imperial court, and the reason why it has absorbed many eunuchs from the Yellow Gate of the Inner Palace among the diehard believers of its sect is very great. In the original time and space, if it weren't for the apostasy of Tang Zhou, the backbone element of the Luoyang area of Taiping Dao, who reported Ma Yuanyi, the leader of Taiping Dao in Luoyang, to the government in advance, the magnificent history of the late Han Dynasty, Wei and Jin dynasties would have been rewritten beyond recognition.

In the court, the least influential Shizhong Temple faction is the Son of Heaven to enable the officials, such as Zhang Shuo Lao Shizhong, the famous scholar Cai Yong and others are the hardcore imperial party, by the Son of Heaven called "Father" Zhang Rang and other ten permanent servants and the officials who fell to them are eunuchs, by several waves of party disasters hit by the relatives, former dynasty ministers, local family officials and the most easy to blood the brain of the Confucian celebrity twisted together to become a party member. The pattern on the grassland of Luoyang is that the Big Gun Mansion is attached to the newly established Xiyuan Army of the Son of Heaven, and another group of astral adventurers are under the Luoyang Cheng Cao Cao Sect of Wei Wu in the future, and their political position is closer to that of the party, but the Taiping Dao, which really regards armed rebellion as the main political goal, completely relies on the protection of the eunuch forces.

The absurdity of reality is always incomparable to fantasy, which is also an example.

Flipping the peach daughter in his hand, Wei Ye couldn't help but secretly bring a little of his exclusive mocking face: "Is this the first rehearsal in the Luoyang area in the Three Kingdoms era in the future?"

Once an unemployed, third-rate scholar whose primary goal was to die in a pile of old papers, Wei Ye now pondered political issues that seemed to have nothing to do with him. Neither joined the adventurer mutual aid organization of the Big Gun Mansion, nor did he join the power of a certain aboriginal of the local time and space, Wei Ye's high-end thinking is just like the keyboard ****** a virtue many years ago.

It's about salty radishes.

Of course, this kind of leisure is not caused by the unusable, lost and too regrettable peach daughter in his hand.

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The city appearance of the northern lieutenant office is a new position, the city appearance of Jiang Anzi Guling, Changsha County, it is said that when he was young, he went to learn the sword when he was not a Confucian, and the martial arts of one hand and sword were very appreciated by the brothers on the road. It's just that this public luck is not good, and several times he sold himself to take refuge because he offended his colleagues, killed people in anger and had to abscond back to his hometown.

With this specialty, Jiang An and Jiang Guling were not like his colleagues, who walked with a clumsy five-colored stick all day long, and when there was a tricky matter, he was the first to take the horse.

Like now.

Looking at the group of people in front of him who were dressed in short brown cloth and worshipping around the earth-rammed altar, Jiang An sat on his horse and laughed contemptuously, there are very few people in the whole Han who are not superstitious about ghosts and gods, but he Jiang Guling is definitely the most thorough atheist. With a natural sense of superiority, he stopped his subordinates behind him and coughed lightly.

Just this cough is enough. The people who were still under the altar stood up and took a few steps back, making room for the altar that was set up in the open space at the mouth of the alley.

With a low laugh of satisfaction, Jiang An took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms, shook it open and shook it towards the crowd: "This official is the newly opened city of Luoyang Cheng Cao Gong, and on the order of Cao Gong, he came here to deal with the case of the ambush and murder of a merchant in ten days ago.

Speaking of which, since several children of the noble family who traveled at night and even the relatives of the big mink in the palace were tortured to the point that they were inhuman, because they violated the taboo of the current Luoyang Cheng, this majesty has been established, and the small northern lieutenant office has almost encroached on most of Jing Zhaoyin's authority with the support of Luoyang Cheng. Originally, it was just a small yamen patrolling the streets to catch thieves, but now its power has swelled sharply, and it has also taken on the duties of pro-people officials. This kind of confusion of interdepartmental power is also the inevitable result of a country's famous weapons being lightly delegated to courtiers, to paraphrase the popular language among some keyboard politicians in later generations, that is, the system of this dynasty has gone wrong, and it urgently needs the universal beacon of human civilization to shine on.

The people who worship in front of the altar are either the helpers and shopkeepers in the city or the silkworm women of the peasants, and they must not understand the laws and regulations of the Han Dynasty and the official system. However, the golden rule of "the people do not fight with the officials", which is full of the wisdom of the small people's survival, is familiar to all of them, and several of Jiang An's subordinates came up and shouted and told them to stand in line one by one, although the people are not as good as the army, and they made a lot of noise, but they still obediently leaned against the edge of the alley and formed a few rows.

Jiang An didn't care about these coolies and farmers, he just tilted his head and gestured to the team he brought. There was a scar-faced man who approached with his waist down, and this group of soldiers named Servants, in fact, was different from the elite soldiers, this scar-faced man not only had a centipede-like scar on his face across the bridge of his nose, but even his left leg was lame, and he was able to ride a horse and follow so many distances, which was an outlier in itself. If you are from the old army, you can see that this scar-faced man's legs are clearly the roots of riding a horse over the years, and it doesn't look like he was born in Gyeonggi at all.

Lazy and talking nonsense, Jiang An glanced at the crowd with the tip of his nose and said, "Xuan Liu, you can carefully see which one is the culprit." He stopped talking, only pressed his hand on the saber at his waist, and looked at the flat-headed people in front of him who were slightly shrunk with deep meaning.

Xuan Liu said hello with a huff, then turned around and walked towards the crowd with his crutches. He was not outstanding in appearance, and the old scar on his face was broken again, and he looked similar to the wooden ghosts in the mountains. Several of the elderly women instinctively blindfolded the children they had brought, but several of them wept in fright at this look.

Xuan Liu was not a good person in the first place, but his temperament was even more irritable at the moment, and listening to the crying sound of these little radish heads with sparse yellow hair, his heart was even more unhappy. He scolded and slapped the nearest child: "Cry and cry!"

People who are clear-minded but powerless to oppose the government are ready to listen to that crisp slap, not so much to scold the children, but to slap them in the face of adults. It's just a member of the official family, no matter how you look at it, you look like a bad seed who sneaked back to the capital for 3,000 miles, what qualifications do you have to bully us?

So in the reluctance of the people of the capital, a muffled sound of "dong" spread all over people's ears very appropriately.

With the muffled sound, there was a terrible howl, which was louder than the child's cry, and in an instant it covered all the noise at the mouth of the alley.

Jiang An sat on the horse and turned his head sideways very clearly, compared to Qiu Ba, who was dressed in the skin of the Son of Heaven's guard, the Northern Lieutenant Office and Taiping Dao had more time to dismantle the fighting methods in these halls in Luoyang. Although the sacrificial Taoist priests and deacons in the Taiping Dao are almost without exception clothed and white, this emerging sect that is praised as a "good way" by today, and a group of eunuchs are devout believers, cannot be regarded as ordinary people. Every time there is a conflict with these Taoists of Taiping Dao in Luoyang, the well-known five-color stick of the Northern Captain brand on the official face of Luoyang is a little unwieldy. In the Han Dynasty, cool officials have been like rats since the Han Dynasty, and there are those who will wipe out the prisoners and relatives in the prison when they take office, and those who will be thrown into the dungeon to fend for themselves when they are caught, and the speculative villain who caters to the will of Shangguan and constructs a prison has never been cut off. However, the so-called authority of the government, after the rebellion of the party and the disputes between the various factions, and then take such a strange person who can be called a rare son of heaven in the Han dynasty in the past dynasties, only force is left as the final guarantee. It's a pity that the violent organs of the government that were rampant in the past by the cool officials and predecessors are not easy to use here in the northern lieutenant.

Because of the bias towards the Qingliu Party who had been ordered to die by the party, although the Cao family and the Da Mink still have a bit of incense, it is impossible to borrow the power of the eunuchs, and it is even more difficult to borrow Jing Zhaoyin's manpower to deal with Taiping Dao. Although the good men under the Northern Lieutenant are all capable of fighting, there are also many skilled martial arts in the Taiping Dao, and unlike what was expected before, this Taiping Taoist Order in Luoyang, although it is particularly harmless to humans and animals, even the most important basic doctrines of the Taiping Dao, "Punish the Blood Eating Ghosts and Gods" and "Ban Non-Taoist Obscenity" The movement to sweep away the old ghost and god beliefs is much gentler than elsewhere, but in terms of strict organization, it has a fight with the official forces such as the Northern Lieutenant Administration. Although there are no forbidden weapons such as openly armoured bows and crossbows, there are many deacon disciples who are equipped with swords, guns and sticks at the Luoyang Taiping Dao Dao Altar, although it is not explicitly announced that this is the private soldiers of the Taiping Dao, but even those doctors of the Five Classics who are rough or even unfamiliar with military strategy can see that the Dao Altar of Luoyang Taiping Dao organizes deacons and disciples who are skilled in martial arts to boil their muscles and bones, and practice in formations, and their thoughts can be known without asking.

The old-timers of the cool officials who dealt with the weak households and the lone rangers relied on the violent organs of the court to crush the trick, at this moment, it is like a mouse to a watermelon - a ball. Not to mention anything else, if you really want to rashly open the film with the Taiping Dao Altar in Luoyang City, it will not be enough at all by relying on the strength of the Northern Lieutenant Bureau, which is not even counted as a non-staff person, to less than 500 people. If it really wants to cause a civil uprising, the unlucky one is the young and promising northern lieutenant who is now the boss of the management, Luoyang Cheng Meng Degong, whose end is so tragic that it can be about the same as the old lady Chen Fan Chen who rushed to the imperial city with dozens of swords a few years ago with the intention of killing the eunuchs, and finally the whole army was wiped out and enjoyed the treatment of raiding the family and exterminating the clan.

This kind of situation is not mentioned in Tai Shi Gong's "Historical Records", according to the historian's opinion, cool officials, such things that are attached to the regime and even the likes and dislikes of the Son of Heaven himself, can only be powerless in front of the imperial power. And the northern lieutenant who threw the rat bogey device really made all the seniors in a "Biography of Cool Officials" look gloomy, at least there are many guys in the Northern Lieutenant Office who claim to be cool officials and are not a few years younger than Sima Ling, and they can't help but feel indignant when they mention the Luoyang Taiping Daoist.

Compared with these newcomers and standard rookies, Jiang An and Jiang Guling can be regarded as a person who has experienced several ups and downs, although he has no good impression of those in charge of the Taiping Dao Altar, but the decoration of his face is not difficult for him. Even though the person did not dismount, his voice carried the tone of the three-point official to the scholars: "I don't know which one of the Taiping Dao priests is in charge of the position of the master of this altar?

This kind of figure that is not humble or arrogant with a little elasticity, but the new boys can't learn it, no matter the black or white way, erecting a ladder and going down the ladder is also a kind of knowledge. He opened his mouth here, and a figure came out of the crowd: "The master of Luoyang Tonghe Li Dao Altar is me, who are you?"