The people of Southwest China have endured hardships under the exploitation of corrupt officials. Natural disasters and man-made disasters have made them lose hope of survival. Obedience to the imperial court is the only way to die. Raising the flag to rebel may have a way to survive. Driven by this mentality, the people of the entire southwest have joined the team to overthrow Daqi. As the saying goes, those with bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes. They were very brave when confronting the imperial army and quickly occupied a large area of the southwest.
In this case, the general practice is to send the regular army to crush it bloody, otherwise the situation cannot be calmed down at all. However, Zhou Yunsheng is a person from the future after all, and he does not have the feudal legacy of ancient monarchs who acted arbitrarily and unilaterally, the imperial power was supreme, and regarded human life as a must-have. He also had times when he was cruel, but those were when he treated the enemy and the innocent people who had suffered so much. He was willing to use a more gentle method to solve it. As he once said, as long as he sits on the throne of Daqi for one day, he will be the emperor for a long time and take good care of his people.
He ordered the army to disperse the insurgents near the state capital, and then arrested officials from all over the southwest for trial one by one, publicly pronounced sentences according to the severity of the crimes, and disseminated the results of the sentences by word of mouth and word of mouth. In the end, there were seventy-four officials in the southwest officialdom, sixteen exiles, and fifty-five beheadings.
"Don't kill these fifty-eight people for the time being. On the day when I sacrifice to the sky, I will use their blood to comfort the people who died. Lord Luo, you sent someone to spread the matter of my sacrifice to the sky for rain, and you said that I was the real life. Son of Heaven, there will definitely be a decree to let God rain on time. As long as the people who have participated in the rebel army come back to farm in peace, I will not be held accountable. Not only will the land they stole belong to them, but I will also exempt them from paying taxes for three years. Every year from now on, I will Secretly dispatched imperial ministers to inspect all parts of the country, and if any officials are found to have increased taxes without authorization, I will punish them severely!" Zhou Yun Sheng was playing with the rain guide in his hand, his attitude was leisurely, but his tone was full of cold killing intent.
Luo Zhen admired the emperor's measures to put the people first, but he was also worried that his methods were too gentle, which would not help the chaos in the southwest, but only added to the turmoil, so he persuaded, "Emperor, the decrees you issued are very wise, Please think twice about praying for rain, not to mention whether there will be mob attacks during the process of sacrificing the sky. If you fail to pray for rain, they may compile something that you are exhausted and you are not blessed by God. You are not a real dragon. Wait for the rumors. Instead of being criticized for nothing, it is better to hand over the matter of asking for rain to the officials of the Qin Tianjian. What do you think?"
"No, it's still the same sentence. I am the real dragon and the emperor, and I will definitely decree that God will bring rain to the southwest. This is the way to write the letter, and there is no need to use some obscure and subtle Spring and Autumn brushwork." Zhou Yun Sheng pointed and said, "I beg for the rain. The matter is sooner rather than later, I have decided it will be on the Feilai Peak in two days, and you will have people go down to prepare."
Luo Zhen couldn't persuade him. He squinted at Yu Guogong who was standing silently on the side, but saw that he was watching his nose and heart, as if he was listening to the emperor's orders.
That's all, since ancient times, so many emperors have personally come to the altar to ask for rain, how many have succeeded? If the chaotic army wanted to kill the emperor on the pretext of being exhausted, as long as Zhao Xuan was here, no matter how big the turmoil was, it would be pacified. Thinking of this, Luo Zhen had to bow and leave, but Zhao Xuan still stood there, as if he had something to ask.
"Just ask if you want to know anything." Zhou Yun Sheng spread out the map of Feilai Peak and used Zhou Yi's method to calculate the best position for the rain. His background is really complicated. He comes from the future interstellar with very advanced technology, and he has been in the world of Xiuxian and Xihuan. Although he is only a mortal at the moment, he can't be overwhelming, but he combines science and the method of yin and yang to create A heavy rain is still very easy. He remembered that in his previous life, after Qi Jinyu had quelled the civil unrest, heavy rain suddenly fell from heaven for several days, moisturizing the cracked and dry land in the southwest, and giving the people hope of survival.
I don't know who put this timely rain on Qi Jinyu's head, saying that Prince Gong was ordered by the sky, with deep blessings, and he was a person with great luck. These messages were widely circulated in the southwest, and therefore, when Qi Jinyu raised the army and diligent king, the people of the southwest were the first to respond.
Zhou Yun Sheng counted the days, that heavy rain was at least two months away from now, and the longer it took, the more severe the casualties would be, whether it was the common people or the imperial army. He can't afford it, and he doesn't have the aura of Qi Jinyu's protagonist. He can appease the mob with a few high-sounding words, so he can only use some unpredictable means to shock him.
Zhao Xuan took a half step forward, cupped his hands and asked, "Your Majesty, how do you plan to ask for rain? Can it be done?"
"It can be done." Zhou Yunsheng picked up the brush to mark on the map, and explained slowly, "Rain is formed by clouds. When the small water droplets in the clouds collide with each other and condense into large water droplets, it will turn into rain and fall. It causes the small water droplets to condense. There are many ways to disperse solid particles in the clouds, increase the weight of water droplets, and also release current, light waves, sound waves, etc., to stimulate the clouds to rub against each other and condense into raindrops. Why do ordinary priests like to beat gongs and drums when praying for rain? Shouting loudly is actually releasing sound waves into the sky. Although the success rate of rain is very low, it is not completely impossible. What I have to do is to find the position where the water vapor is most concentrated, and then follow the four-pronged approach, like this , there is at least a 70 to 80 percent chance of a heavy rain."
Zhao Xuan had never heard of the electric current, light wave, sound wave, etc. mentioned by the emperor, but inexplicably, he felt that he understood, and could not help but nodded.
Zhou Yun Sheng picked up a tube made of wood and said, "This is a rain radiator, which can help me send electricity, light waves, and sound waves directly into the clouds. After so many days of cutting wood, it's really hard work for Duke Yu."
It turned out that the emperor entrusted him with such an important errand, Zhao Xuan was in a good mood, and his eyes unconsciously showed excitement.
The imperial court's words were spread by word of mouth throughout the southwest. The rebel army saw that the emperor had come in person, accompanied by Yu Guogong, who was known as the Great Qi God of War. If he dispatched the wolf-like northwestern army to pacify the chaos, within a few days, the hundreds of thousands of rebel troops would be completely destroyed. Army annihilated. If you can live well, who wants to do this kind of thing with your head on the waistband of your trousers, since the emperor said that he will settle the account in the autumn and distribute the land to everyone, why don't you put down the machete and go back to farming. This is the idea of the vast majority of peasants, but Chen Shisan, the peasant leader who led the rebellion, was extremely opposed to it. In the process of rebelling, he gradually enjoyed the benefits of power, but he completely lost his mind and wanted to overthrow Daqi, change the dynasty, and become the founding emperor himself.
If the brothers quit at this time, his dream of being an emperor will be completely shattered, how can he be reconciled? He ordered his subordinates to find the letter and sneered after reading it roughly, "Tell the brothers to wait and see for now, and when the dog emperor fails to ask for rain, we will say that he is tyrannical and cruel, and that he is rejected by God and kill him. It is to do the Tao for heaven, and it is to respect the great responsibility of the world to bless the people. Whoever can take someone else's head is the savior of the world, and can get immeasurable merits and virtues."
Several of his subordinates agreed, but one of them hesitated, "Brother Chen, if that dog emperor really asks for heavy rain, what should we do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shisan burst into laughter and sarcastically said, "In recent years, there have been severe droughts in the southwest, look at how many cattle, sheep and livestock, boys and girls, those dog officials robbed of the dragon gods, but they begged for a few more. Rain? Not even a single one. It can be seen that Daqi’s national fortune has come to an end, and even God is unwilling to honor him. Look at how rampant this scripture is written, ordering the heavens to bring rain, and the Emperor Gou pretending to be a god to come down to earth? Don’t? I couldn't ask for rain, but I was struck to death on the spot by thunderstorms on a sunny day."
After hearing this, all the subordinates raised their heads and laughed, as if they had seen the tragic state of the dog emperor.
The upper ranks of the uprising army were reluctant to give up easily because they had tasted the taste of power, so they scoffed at the so-called asking for rain, but the people of the lower ranks still respected the imperial power and had vague expectations for this matter. But no matter whether the rebels are united or not, the dissemination of the letter still had the intended effect, and the fighting in the southwest finally stopped temporarily.
Two days later, on Feilai Peak, the highest mountain in the southwest, the army built a high platform with wooden planks. Around the high platform were erected many cylinders that pointed to the sky. Zhou Yun Sheng put on the most gorgeous dragon robe and twelve crowns. , walked to the edge of the sacrificial platform step by step, knelt down slowly with shaking sleeves, looked up to the sky and prayed silently.
He used to be a priest and a god, and with just a slight change in his eyes or expressions, he naturally exudes a noble and holy aura. In addition to accompanying officials, Feilai Peak also gathered many people from the prefecture who had never participated in the rebellion, and there were even spies dispatched by Chen Shisan interposed there. They were stopped by the soldiers at the periphery of the sacrificial altar. They were still clamoring and discussing constantly. When they saw the handsome emperor riding the wind like stepping on auspicious clouds, they were all quiet, and they could only stare at him in a daze.
"Blood sacrifice." The emperor was clearly kneeling on the stage a few hundred meters away, but these words were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. It turned out that this was the voice of the emperor, full of majesty and like the sounds of heaven.
Before the sacrifice officially started, most of the people were captured by the voice of the emperor, and when they understood the true meaning of the word "blood sacrifice", they could not help but applaud.
I saw the corrupt officials in the southwest being escorted to the stage one by one. Every time the secretary chanted a name, the executioner would cut off the head of one person, cut off fifty-five heads, and piled them into a tower of human heads. Only three more people were taken to the open space that was stained with blood. They are the Admiral of the Southwest, the Governor of the Southwest, the Daotai of the Southwest, and the Governor of the Southwest, who committed suicide, can be regarded as the three most powerful figures in the Southwest. The three people who once turned their hands into clouds and covered their hands into rain are now tied to the torture rack in a state of embarrassment.
Ling Chi's execution was undoubtedly the most cruel criminal law in Daqi. The people had only heard of it, but had never seen it before. Even if they hated these three people, they covered their eyes with their hands and turned their backs. The officials accompanying them all looked at their eyes, noses, noses and hearts, and they didn't dare to look too much. After slashing three thousand six hundred knives, the three talents finally lost their breath. A large open space under the high platform has turned red, and an extremely thick, disgusting bloody smell spreads in the air.
The people peeked at the emperor's expression through their fingers, and saw that his eyes were dark and deep, and his expression was neither happy nor angry. He didn't look like a mortal, but more like a ruthless and heartless deity. meaning. After the euphoria of being beheaded by all the corrupt officials subsided, what gradually came to mind was the boundless awe of heaven, gods, and imperial power.
Zhou Yun Sheng placed a loudspeaker on the high platform, which was enough to spread his voice throughout the entire Feilai Peak. His lips parted slightly, and he said lightly, "Play music."
The musicians kneeling on the edge of the high platform all began to play the sacrificial music handed down from ancient times, and there were even more sturdy soldiers standing in front of the drums on all sides, beating hard. Stepping on the loud drumbeats, Zhou Yun Sheng pointed the installed rain guides one by one at the "Sunda Gua" where the water vapor is most dense. The bronze mirror installed in the rain guide reflects the golden light of the scorching sun into the clouds, and the bunches are superimposed to form a huge beam of light. From a distance, it looks like the golden light of merit from the legendary heaven. Mind blowing.
Not to mention the people in the audience were stunned, even the well-informed court officials changed their faces, knelt down and shouted long live. What is the real dragon emperor, who can easily attract such bright golden light of merit, this is called the real dragon emperor!
When the people saw the ministers and guards who were on their knees, they recovered from their horror and knelt down one after another, shouting long live in a mess. The spies of the rebel army wanted to come to see the excitement, but the failure to ask for rain was just to stir up the people's hearts, but they did not expect to see such a miraculous scene, and suddenly one was more sluggish than the other. Couldn't get up for half a day.
Zhou Yunsheng adjusted the rain radiator, and wrote an imperial decree on the spot, instructing the Thunder God Mother to quickly dispel the clouds and rain in the southwest, saving the people of Li people from the fire and water, and then ordered several officials of the Qin Tianjian to throw the firewood away. Enter the huge copper cauldron, ignite a fire, and throw the read edict into the scarlet flame. The imperial decree burned out in an instant, turned into thick smoke and floated into the sky, and then was blown by the sudden strong wind to the direction of the "Xun Gua" and merged with the huge beam of light.
Zhou Yun Sheng raised his hand to test the humidity of the air, and already knew that this rain request was about to succeed. He knelt down again to pray and recited the Great Compassion Mantra in the purest Sanskrit language. The emperor's voice is as clear as jade, coupled with the slightly mysterious and ethereal pronunciation of Sanskrit, it is like an oracle coming from the nine heavens.
All the officials were unable to get up, not to mention the common people, Feilai Peak, which was full of people before, is now completely silent, except for the emperor's prayer, no other sound can be heard. About a quarter of an hour later, the flames in the copper tripod slowly extinguished, and the black smoke did not dissipate in the sky, but accumulated thicker and thicker, unexpectedly turning into a large cloud. Under the hood of the cloud, the peak of Feilai Peak became dimly lit.
I don't know who screamed, "It's going to rain! God has the emperor's will, it's really going to rain!"
As soon as the imperial decree was burnt, the dark clouds drifted over, and such a spectacle would be difficult for anyone with a heart to call it a coincidence. How can there be such an amazing coincidence in the world
"Long live the emperor!"
"The emperor is definitely not a human, but a god!"
"God descends to earth, God bless Daqi!"
"Great, we are saved! The emperor is really the real dragon, and even the heavens must obey his orders!"
The people kowtowed and shouted excitedly.
"It's not raining yet, don't be too happy." The scout of the rebel army reluctantly refuted one sentence. Before he finished speaking, the pea-sized raindrops smashed down, pouring on his face and icy cold. These people were suddenly dumbfounded, and looked at the emperor who stood up and Shi Shiran stepped down from the high platform. There was no trace of rebelliousness or killing intent in their eyes. Apart from kneeling down and bowing, they couldn't think of anything else. It turned out that what they united to overthrow was such a powerful and unfathomable figure. What does it mean to turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands into rain? That's it. Before that, they had always thought that it was just an exaggeration, and never thought that such a person who was close to a god really existed in the world.
The slogan of "acting for the sky" shouted out by the Maid Army when he rose to power now seems to be a real joke.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was quite majestic. Zhou Yun Sheng took off his heavy 12-yu crown and set foot on the open space where many criminals had just been beheaded. The blood and water were mixed in the rain, and the scarlet water splashes splattered on his bright yellow boots and hem. He looked solemn, noble, and imposing, and everywhere people and officials passed by, they fell down and threw their bodies to the ground.
Zhao Xuanyin was behind the crowd, his dark red eyes staring at the drenched emperor who became more and more alluring. He loved his holy expression and indifferent eyes, and wanted to take possession of him more and more, so that he could change from a heartless god to a flesh-and-blood mortal. When his holy face was stained with lustful crimson, and his indifferent eyes were filled with a mist of joy, the picture must be breathtakingly beautiful. Although the heavy rain kept washing his body, Zhao Xuan still felt thirsty, he licked his lips, and quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Zhou Yunsheng quickly returned to the Southwest Governor's Mansion by carriage. Lin An had already prepared hot water and ginger soup to wait for him to wash up.
Putting on clean and refreshing casual clothes, Zhou Yun Sheng sighed comfortably while lying on the couch. A light sandalwood incense was burning in the copper stove, and the smell made people feel drowsy.
Damn, the animal is here again, is it over yet? Can you let me be clear and clear once? Zhou Yun Sheng held his forehead, gritted his teeth and pondered. Soon, Zhao Xuan, who was dressed in black, rushed into the house, and with a low smile, he hugged the emperor who was lying on the couch in his arms, and skillfully tied a blindfolded cloth for him.
"Show your true colors when you have the kind, don't do these stealing things!"
"Do I have any seeds, only you know the best in the world!" Zhao Xuan laughed more and more wantonly, neatly peeled off the casual clothes on the emperor's body, and took out a set of dragon robes for him to replace.
"I like to see you wearing a dragon robe. It is not only beautiful, but also noble. I must have saved the world in my last life, and God gave you to me." His voice was hoarse and his movements kept moving.
Am I given to you by God? If you change someone, you're fucking raped you know that! Zhou Yun Sheng wanted to ridicule a few words, but Zhao Xuan blocked his mouth and licked and kissed like crazy. When he opened his eyes again, there was no one around, only a blood-red rose was placed on the side of the pillow. string code. Zhou Yunsheng smashed all the furnishings in the house, and then called Zhao Xuan over, pointed at the other party's nose and scolded, "How on earth are you guarding? You didn't even notice when the assassins came in. If it weren't for our martial arts skills, I'm afraid it would have been long ago. Died hundreds of times!"
My sweetheart is really strong in martial arts, and I almost drained me just now. Zhao Xuan's face was terrified, but his heart was full of aftertastes. Seeing that the emperor picked up the whip and wanted to beat himself, he shook with excitement first.
Zhou Yun Sheng felt a chill, raised his arm several times, but failed to let it fall. He threw away the whip and shouted, "Get out of here! Immediately search the whole city and find that traitor!"
Zhao Xuan felt very sorry in his heart, and then thought that the emperor was reluctant to beat me, so he was happy again, and led a group of his subordinates to arrest all the chaotic parties in the prefecture.
It rained heavily for three days and three nights, and on the fourth day, the miracle of Emperor Sheng's decree that it would rain from heaven spread all over the southwest. The slogan of "acting for the heavens" uttered by the insurgents no longer received a response from the people, and no one was willing to fight against the gods. Those peasants who had joined the uprising army threw away their weapons and fled back to their hometowns overnight. At first they hid in fear for a few days, but later they saw that the imperial court did not send troops to fetch people, and they even distributed the fields to the people after statistics, and opened warehouses to put food on them. Relief for work, every decree has greatly improved the situation of the victims, so they dare to reunite with their families.
Half a month later, there were only less than 2,000 sackcloth troops who had been over 100,000. They were driven away by the imperial army several times and slowly dispersed. They were reduced to a few bandits who burned, killed and looted everywhere, and their reputation was completely ruined. At this point, Zhou Yun Sheng didn't have to be polite to them, and ordered the army to encircle and suppress them, leaving no survivors.
After all the trivial matters were properly handled, Zhou Yun Sheng decided to leave the southwest on the day when the real heavy rain came. The people who saw the raindrops in the aisle saw the fluttering rain silk, and their awe for Emperor Sheng rose to a higher level. Not to mention Luo Zhen and other officials, looking at the emperor's eyes is like looking at the gods. They reminisced over and over again the scene on the day of begging for rain, and after they went back, they wrote biographies one after another and left them for future generations to look up to.
At this time, Zhou Yunsheng didn't know that because of his people-oriented concept of governing the country, his advanced and scientific approach to governing the country, and his miraculous ability to command the heavens, his evaluation in the history books far surpassed that of the other twenty-four monarchs in Daqi. Descendants named him the title of sage, and some scientists even listed various evidences, trying to prove that the sage came from outer space with more advanced technology, otherwise how could there be astronomy, geography, culture and martial arts, and many viewpoints at least Thousands of years ahead.
But no matter what future generations think, Zhou Yunsheng doesn't care now, his purpose is very simple, one is revenge, and the other is to manage the country that once fell into turmoil because of his stupor. The chaos in the southwest has been settled, and it is time to settle the private account.