In the first year of Xianqing (656 AD), September 30, at 3:00 a.m.

On the Jinhua Road in Wuzhou City, Wu Kang ran wildly. Seeing the familiar figure, he stopped in an instant. The young monk stood in the middle of the road, wearing a purple cassock. The monks of the Tang Dynasty followed the officials and respected the emperor's gift of purple and red.

The monk hangs the rosary beads in his hands, folds his hands together, and recites the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, dare you ask the Governor Wu, will he decide to respond to the disaster?"

Wu Kang sighed and clasped his hands together and said, "What the master said is true. My life-killing disaster will eventually come. I will commit a serious crime. No one can save me, and the queen can't do it. A major disaster can be avoided, but in the dark, there is a force to push me to deal with the disaster."

The monk bowed and said up and down: "Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It is not that there is no reward, and the time has not come. The governor is auspicious and heavenly appearance, and he will definitely turn bad into good fortune. The Buddha will bless you, and I will also pray for blessings."

I am afraid that the omnipotent Buddha will not be able to save my life. Wu Kang laughed bitterly. He bowed and saluted, ran past him, followed Dongming Road, and headed straight to the south city gate. The wind whistled in his ears, the shop retreated layer by layer, the noise became louder and louder, and the city gate was solemn and slaying.

In the alleys of each yard, there were ambushing the Jinhua militia; on the high walls, arrows and crossbows were ready to go; inside the wide city gate, the spearmen were waiting in full force; a strong human-shaped wooden frame with long spears inserted across the wood, and the spear head pointed directly at the city gate; the Wu soldiers were silent, and the outside of the city was deafening.

Walking up to the city gate tower, the flail soldiers lined up, the archers were in place, and the shield soldiers blocked the squadron. The bang like firecrackers, and the gravel fell on the top of the city, which was the attack of the mob. The colleagues surrounded the hourglass and waited for the attack time. When they saw the boss appearing, they all came over to salute.

Wu Kang sighed lightly and ordered Yu Hongzhi: "Retract the sword and shield hands, the militia went to the top of the city, guard the gates of each yard, and monitor all streets. Qian Shun put the hanging basket and sent it to the official to the city. I will negotiate with the refugees. Shut up, don't want to listen to anything, just execute the order."

Everyone was anxious, but no one dared to speak. In less than half a minute, Yu Hongzhi sent an order to pass it layer by layer. The soldiers lined up to go downstairs, and Qian Shun put the hanging basket. The flying stone gradually stopped and the noise gradually decreased. Wu Kang came to the chassis and turned around and continued to command: "I'll go down by myself, don't follow me, and you can wait for the order at any time."

Di Renjie wanted to persuade him, but Wu Kang waved his hand to stop him. He climbed into the female wall and stood in the hanging basket, looking down at the heads of the people. When the refugees saw the purple robe, they knew who the visitor was. Then they looked alone and gradually stayed in place. The hanging basket became lower and lower, and the refugees became quieter; the hanging basket was about a foot away from the ground, and the refugees were silent.

He opened the bag on his waist, took out the gloomy scissors, took off the golden and jade belt, took off the purple robe on his body. He held the scissors in his right hand and hung the purple robe on his left arm, and glanced at the crowd and said, "The General of the Right Wuwei, the General of Yuezhou Governor, and the Governor of Wuzhou, I promised to let everyone go to the city today."

The refugees were unbelievable and soon the conversation started to sound. Di Renjie ran away wildly and shouted loudly, and his colleagues spoke in unison. However, in less than half a minute, he was drowned by the cheers of the masses, and the cheers resounded throughout the world. Wu Kang raised his hand and pressed him down for about ten minutes, and the scene was silent again.

He raised the official robe in his hand and put the volume to the highest volume: "Everyone in Wuzhou knows that my purple robe was worn by a saint. Before the saint ascended the throne, he was the crown prince and the king of Jin, and his old clothes were stored in the Shang robe. Because of my meager merit, the saint gave me old clothes and the queen sewed them day and night, so that this official robe was available."

He pulled out a deep smile and raised his right-hand scissors: "Please be careful. I will use scissors to cut this robe and distribute it to the villagers as a certificate of entry to the city. After entering the city, all officials in Wuzhou will arrange for you to move into the homes of the people in the city. The fragments of the holy robe will be handed over to the owners of each family to pay for the food and accommodation fees."

After the words were finished, thousands of people were silent, and the needles were heard. Wu Kang was tragic: "The saint is the true emperor. He has the energy of a true dragon. All the things used in the imperial court can bring good fortune. The saint's personal clothing is soaked in the energy of dragon all year round and can be used as a treasure for heirlooms. Please rest assured that the people in the city are willing to exchange some rice and grain for ready-made heirlooms."

All the officials were shocked. Di Renjie was as if struck by lightning and turned around and ordered Qian Shun: "Lead all the security guards, all the bad people, all the militia cavalry. Mobilize all the forces and notify the people of each ward: the Wu Governor cuts the official robe, and the holy robe in the hands of the refugees is the reward for reception. The more you place, the more holy robe you get. Zhang Husan, Luo Fasan, you go too."

The two of them looked pale and agreed in a deep voice. Zhang Jianzhi said with confidence: "Don't worry, there are more than 5,300 households in Wuzhou City, each household will notify you. If one household doesn't know, if one person doesn't know, then Jia Zhi resigns because of the blame."

The official was silent again, Di Renjie smiled bitterly and waved helplessly. Luo Binwang hurried downstairs with tears in his eyes, and everyone took action. He was puzzled and puzzled. Why should the boss do this? Why should he pay a huge price? Why is it for? Binwang is not convinced by anyone, and from today onwards, he will only submit to Wu Kang.

Qian Shun ran down the city gate, handed over the task to Zhao Sheng, and ran to the governor's office in one breath. He paid a visit to the wife in the backyard and reported in detail. Before he finished speaking, he heard a clang. The teacup was split into pieces, the wife's face turned pale, her body was shaking, and she rolled her eyes and fainted.

In an instant, the concubine and maids were in chaos. Qian Shun quickly found someone to find Wu Yuan's wife. He pinched the people and put on towels, and finally woke up slowly. Xiaoqing was crying and trembling all over. She didn't bother to put on shoes and ran to Chaiyuan crying.

Qian Shun was not aware of it, followed him step by step, with a question mark on his forehead. Soon he came to Chaiyuan, with a lock hanging on the gate, and Pinglang blocked the door. When he saw his wife, he knelt on the ground, pulled the knife from his waist, and slapped his throat: "The boss told me that before he came back, I would not let you enter Chaiyuan. My subordinates dare not stop him. If the wife pressed her, she would have to die."

Xiaoqing burst into tears and roared into the yard: "What did you say to your husband? Why did he do stupid things? He is your biological flesh and blood, why did he force him to die? Now that the family is destroyed, you are finally satisfied. What does my family owe you?"

Xiaoqing sat on the ground, crying and screaming: My husband is so cruel, how should we orphans and widows live? The crying is getting louder and louder, and the maid is coming in a hurry, and the three concubines cry and keep comforting the mistress.

Qian Shun was puzzled. Why did he have to die? What was going on? Thinking of the expressions of Wuzhou officials on the city gate tower and Luo Binwang's tears, he felt like he was struck by lightning in an instant. His legs became weak and he collapsed to the ground. Thinking of that possibility, he quickly sweated profusely.

Suddenly, Pinglang exclaimed, and the wife fainted again. Qian Shun quickly got up. The soft bed was lifted out of the wing room, Ruyan and Qin Niang worked together, and carried the wife back to the bedroom. Qian Shun's hands trembled, glared at the ward of Chai Hospital, and held the knife tightly. What kind of evil did this cause?

The old man in the ward had his eyes dull and lost his spirit, and he shed two lines of clear tears. His lips kept twitching, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, dripping along his beard and dripping on his chest. He heard what he said just now, every sentence was reasonable, and every word was heartbroken.

Qian Shun let go of the hilt, feeling full of regret. He should have killed him at the beginning. He had a premonition that this old man would harm the boss. He looked at Pinglang, turned around and looked at the direction of the city gate, and really couldn't figure out why the boss was doing stupid things.

The refugees were excited, and Wu Kang looked distressed: "You should not know what my behavior today means. The "Tang Law Commentary" in "Quotation" lists dozens of evil unforgivable words. The sixth said: Great disrespect. Etiquette is the foundation of respect, and respect is the carrier of etiquette. If you exceed etiquette to a saint, you will be disrespectful."

He shook his head slightly and raised his voice: "The Tang Dynasty's rule stipulates that accuses the chariot of the chariot, which is reasonable and has great disrespect. It means that slandering and slandering a saint is the most serious way to be rude and be sentenced to be beheaded. The official cuts the saint's robe, which is more serious than slander."

The atmosphere began to suppress, and Wandao looked at him. Wu Kang laughed in pain: "In other words, when the scissors were opened, my life would be gone. The court's relief grain arrived in Wuzhou in seven days. During this period, you will be taken care of as a guest. Therefore, all the villagers must abide by the way of being a guest."

He clasped his fists and bowed, almost begging: "For the way of being a guest, be careful in words and actions, obey the arrangements. Do not make things difficult for the master, do not get bored by the master, and do not become a bad guest. Please, fellow villagers, abide by the law and do not let Wu Kang die in vain."

The scene was silent. After half a quarter of an hour, a famous old man slowly bowed his head. The old voice shouted "Wu Gong's blessings" and radiated to the surroundings. The refugees bowed down one after another, like the wind blowing wheat waves, or like dominoes. The people bowed their heads and blessed their heads, neatly and sonorously.

Wu Kang pressed down with scissors, and the hanging basket slowly slid down until it met the ground. The city gate slowly opened, and the security guard moved away the horse-resisting rifle, stood opposite the swords and soldiers, and the sharp horizontal sword formed a long corridor. The refugees stood up one after another, standing quietly in place, focusing their eyes.

Di Renjie shouted loudly, and the refugees rushed to the moat as they obeyed the orders and lined up in a long line. Wu Kang shook his purple robe, opened the scissors in his hand, suppressing his regret. He abandoned his last hesitation, and the scissors fell on the collar of the purple robe.

He laughed miserably, this little life was really gone. A piece of cloth the size of a copper coin was handed to the recent refugee. The young man picked up the cloth, his eyes were filled with tears, and he bowed to the end. Then he walked into the city gate, under the dense bow and arrow, he held up the purple rag and entered the sword and weapon corridor.

Cut off the second piece and hand it to the white-haired old man. The old man took the cloth, pointed to his back sideways, and choked in his throat, "They are my family, the young and old, you can give one piece. I swear here that if I have the will to go home, I will give you a card of merit for Mr. Wu."

There was no need for this, Wu Kang was silent and shook his head helplessly. It was better to have one cloth per household, and there were tens of thousands of refugees, and the robe was not enough. Di Renjie signaled to let go. The old man raised the cloth piece and brought the whole family of seven into the corridor in a row.

Repeat the movements in my hand, the scissors opened and closed, and the victims walked by one after another. Thinking of the scholar's dream, he repeatedly told me not to act irritably, but I still let it go. I felt ashamed of my good intentions, but I would not regret it. The regrets in my previous life and the guilt towards my father made me feel in pain.

My mother in this life dies under my knife. If my father hates me, I will eventually live worse than death. Nightmare, regret and self-blame are not the life I want, I have had enough of it. Cleanse all sins and get rid of them completely, even if I lose my life.

Suddenly, I heard a strange voice, slowly looked up, was stunned for a moment, and smiled slightly. Di Renjie stood opposite him, took off his official robe, and found scissors to imitate the behavior of the boss. Lao Di was very interested. You moved me and wanted to help me share the blame, but unfortunately I was useless.

You cut your official robe and you will be scolded at most, but I will die without a lifetime. Now I can only hope that the merits of saving Li Jiu, the merits of abolishing Wang Liwu, and the various merits of the past will protect my life. I think about it carefully and feel that it is unlikely, so let's talk about it later.

I don’t know how long it took, the sound of scissors became more complicated, and I could not help but laugh from the corner of my eyes. All the officials in Wuzhou were lined with five horizontal and four rows of city gates. They all held scissors and cut their own official robes, just like the ticket window of the station. Seeing that the eldest son Quan was in the row, they were a little unbelievable, and you should wish me to die.

After looking at each other for a moment, Changsun Quan closed his eyes and continued his hand movements. Wu Kang collected his thoughts and handed out a piece of cloth, but heard a honest voice: Han Wu doesn’t want cloth, so he let me go into the city to do it. I have all my strength to sell coolies to eat. Wu Gong is a good official, and there are many people behind him, so you don’t have enough clothes.

The young men of all sizes do have the strength to help me. There are only so many things you can do. Wu Kang nodded slightly, looked at the crowd, and thought for a moment and said, "You go to the Zhang family in Xinglanfang, the one with the highest courtyard wall. When you see Zhang Qilang, you will give me my name, and he will arrange for you."

Han Wu said two eh, clasped his fists and bowed to the end, and strode into the city gate. The man in black came forward and took him to the edge of the corridor, and explained a few words to the soldiers, indicating that they could pass. The moment he stepped into the corridor, the soldiers were full of murderous aura, the blade was shivering, and the calves were trembling.

After finally leaving the corridor, he was stopped by the bad guy and asked why there was no cloth. He quickly told the truth that the bad guy stopped talking and led him into the alley next to him. There were armed soldiers everywhere, with archers standing on the walls and aiming at him, Han Wuda sweated profusely.

After a difficult time, the bad guy pushed him in and turned around and left. Han Wu stabilized his body, found the Supreme Court wall, and was at the end of the street. He walked over and passed by the first house. A woman rushed out of the door and grabbed his sleeve.

He pulled into the door of the house and said as he walked, "It's a disaster victim in Kuozhou. My family needs help with candle trading. I have two meals a day to take care of myself, sleep in the workshop at night, and take care of my house. Don't worry, my family is full of honest people and will not treat you badly. Give me the holy robe."

The last sentence was the point. Han Wu quickly stopped, scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I didn't want the holy robe. Mr. Wu asked me to go to the Zhang family and work hard to beg for food. The conditions given by my wife are good, so I can live in your house. I am very strong and can do any work, just fill my stomach."

There was no holy robe, and the woman immediately turned cold and let go of her sleeves to contempt: "You are stupid or not, you don't want holy robe. It's the saint's clothes, which are so scattered with fairy spirit. Put a sachet with you and you will definitely be a high-ranking official, like a governor. You little fool, go to Zhang Qi's house immediately, don't delay my mother's business."

At this time, three people walked into the gate, and the woman left frantically, and she still said something just now. The deal was soon completed, and the bad guy teased: "I said Mrs. Lu, this is the fourth one. Can your family settle down? Don't ruin the reputation of Wu Gong. Wu Gong will forgive you when the time comes, I, Ye San, will not forgive me."

The woman took the cloth into her arms from the couple, and smiled apologized: "Langjun Ye was joking. In seven days, the emperor's grain will come. I believe the governor's words. Even if there are four more, my sister-in-law can raise it. Don't worry. My sister-in-law is not greedy. I will collect five holy robes and I won't steal people."

The bad guy snorted and laughed, saying seriously: "Then you have to take good care of the people and don't lose your reputation as a governor, otherwise you will really not be spared. But my sister-in-law, tell you the truth, what they took was not the holy robe, but Di Gong's official robe."

The woman changed her face slightly and said for a moment: "That's not to say that. The governor is the best official in the world, and Di Gong is the second best official. Di Gong's official clothes are left to my little wife to marry a good family in the future. The eldest brother of the Ye family, and his sister-in-law is going to entertain guests, so I won't talk to you."

The couple thanked her so much that they followed the woman into the door. Han Wu felt a little regretful, regretting not asking for the holy robe. He turned around and continued to walk, but was stopped by the household, and he also wanted the holy robe. He was in charge of three meals a day. After finally explaining it clearly, he was stopped by the third family, so he ran away quickly and shouted that there was no holy robe.

He ran to the end of the alley and came to the door of the Zhang family. A ox cart drove out. Han Wu Daoming's origin, the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was the master Zhang Qi. He ordered people to take rice cakes and Han Wu swallowed them voraciously. Zhang Qi said lightly: "If you have something to do, follow us and don't run around."

Han Wu nodded and followed the ox cart, which was parked next door. Zhang Qi negotiated with the head of the household and actually wanted to buy a saint robe, and he opened his mouth for five silos. Han Wu was dumbfounded. Five silos can be enough for my family to eat for five years. Even the saint's clothes are not worth five silos, right?

The transaction was soon completed. The owner took out three pieces of cloth and put them in the bag. The servant opened the curtain of the car and filled the copper coins with the car. Han Wu started to move the money and sent it to the owner. Then he went door to door and bought the neighbor's holy robe, and quickly bought dozens of them.

Han Wu was even more confused. Do you have so many children at home?

There was nothing to say along the way, and he came to the house of the Fangmen woman. When the woman learned about her purpose, she sneered: "I don't sell it for no matter how much money. My mother has money at home, so I will leave the holy robe for the children. Zhang Qi, Zhang Qi, don't think I don't know what I want to borrow the holy robe and steal my business?"

Zhang Qi shook his head and said, "We make ash wax, we should not forget our roots when we are humans. You should also know that the ash wax tree was introduced by Wu Gong. At that time, we couldn't get rid of the pot, but now we are all thanks to the wax tree. Is this the reason?"

The woman pinched her waist and roared at the top of her voice: "I haven't forgotten my roots. I'm going to my main hall to see. There are Wu Gong's merit cards. This year, I'll give him fifty balls of wax, but what did he say not? I said Zhang Qilang, what do you mean? Is this related to the holy robe?"

Zhang Qilang shook his head: "The woman doesn't understand anything. Mr. Wu said that he was 'great disrespectful', not to deceive others, but to be true. Mr. Wu has kindness to me, even if he loses everything, he will buy all the holy robes, sew them back together, and give them to Mr. Wu to atone for his sins."

The woman lowered her face, stopped pinching her waist, and pondered for a moment: "Did you coax me? Such a good official, the court will be beheaded? If this is the case, how much can you buy? Look at this, let's go to the wax club now, gather all the members, and find a way together."

Everyone was burning firewood and fire. Zhang Qi immediately agreed and arranged for the servant to buy cloth and left with the woman in a hurry. Looking at their backs, Han Wubai was puzzled and thought about what he said just now. Wu Gong is such a good official, and he is a blue sky in Wuzhou. Will he be beheaded?

At dusk, all the victims entered the city and arranged everything. Wu Kang hurried home. He hurried to Chaiyuan. Qian Shun and Pinglang met with him. Their eyes were red. Pinglang bit his lips tightly, Qian Shun's face was firm and patted his chest and swore: "Don't worry, boss, I will take my brothers to squat. The imperial envoy from the court cannot enter Wuzhou alive."

You guys are trying to die, Wu Kang rolled his eyes and scolded with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense, that's a rebellion, that's a disaster. Don't worry, the little monk said, there is still a glimmer of life. Let's do this, you and Pinglang go to the capital, go to the princess of Xincheng, and ask her to report to the queen."

The two hesitated for a few moments, Ying Nuo turned around and left. Wu Kang walked into Chaiyuan and took out the rice bag in his arms. He felt sad for a moment. He saved tens of thousands of victims and cleared all his sins. He was in a state of ease and relaxed.

I have helped you realize your lifelong wish. I forced myself to smile and walked in the door, and was stunned in an instant, with four blood words on the wall: I felt ashamed of Kang'er.

Haha, tears rustled, and I lifted the quilt. My father had already left, and before I could come back, I was still one step later. I hugged my father, lie down, wiped the blood in the corner of my mouth, covered it with a new quilt. Unlocked the red rope of the purse, poured the rice into my mouth, and kept chewing...
Chapter completed!