My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 298

"We are closed here. If anything happens to the two guests, can you come back tomorrow?"

Looking at the two people in front of her, the girl seemed to feel that the two people in front of her were not ordinary people.

After asking, he subconsciously looked at the proprietress lying on the counter behind him.

But after hearing the girl's words, the two of them did not answer.

The woman carrying the sword case stared at the dirty tavern plaque above her head, but this may be the most precious thing in this tavern.

With her extraordinary eyesight, the White Lotus Saint could naturally see at a glance that although the plaque did not appear to be obvious on the outside, it was actually made of fine sandalwood.

Such a big piece can be sold for more than a thousand taels of silver even if it is just sold as wood.

What's more, the layer of dirty-looking grease on top is made by burning and smoking ambergris caked in the body of the giant dragon from the East China Sea.

The three words "Wenxiang Pavilion" above, if the woman in white guessed it correctly, probably came from the hands of a certain family member named Zhao from the previous dynasty.

It's a pity that mediocre people don't know it. Most people really think that what they see in front of them is just an ordinary tavern in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

"Sun En failed! The Sea Dragon King died in battle! Dagon was completely expelled! The Sea Clan has been completely defeated, and soon the Ming Dynasty's army will sweep across the sea..."

The voice of the woman carrying the sword box outside the tavern door seemed to have some kind of magic power. It was only midnight now, and even though winter was about to enter and the sun set early, there were still many vendors and pedestrians walking around on the street.

But this woman said such rebellious words in a public place, but everyone on the street looked as normal, and they were still selling and buying, as if they didn't hear this person's words at all.

Not to mention avoiding the reporting officer.

And this is one of the secret techniques of the White Lotus Sect.

The art of sound transmission in the secret scriptures of Buddhism.

The girl who was working in the tavern in front of her obviously realized that the two people in front of her were not ordinary people, so she turned back to look at the shopkeeper.

The pretty and beautiful woman lowered her eyes and nodded gently, signaling for her to let him in.

So a few people sat down, and the handyman girl lit the oil lamp, carefully closed the doors and windows, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, Tang Xiuying, the saint of the White Lotus Sect, placed the sword box on the table.

In the past half month, she had traveled thousands of miles from Jinling to Shandong. At the foot of Qingzhou City, where her ancestor Tang Sai'er had fought so hard in the past, she led the Maitreya congregation to once again try to summon the true Buddha Maitreya to come to the world.

Unfortunately, no one answered this time.

Maitreya seems to have really left the world forever.

After getting this result, some of the countless Maitreya believers present fainted on the spot, some cried bitterly, and some roared angrily——

But for Tang Xiuying, the old mother who had no children, and Tang Cai'er, the protector of Bailian, who had made up her mind to change her life, it did not arouse any emotional fluctuations in them at all.

This answer was obviously expected by Tang Xiuying, the saint of the White Lotus Sect who had been mentioned by Narcissus Sun En for a long time.

So after confirming Maitreya's condition, she and her biological sister Tang Cai'er immediately mounted fast horses, leaving Maitreya's followers to deal with the aftermath.

After dealing with the pursuit of the Ming Ting Qin Tian Jian officials and a large number of officers and soldiers who came after hearing the news, they rushed non-stop towards the capital of the empire where their rule seemed to be at its peak.

Here, they will meet their most powerful ally in the next plan, and also, through recent performances, the most untrustworthy ally.

This powerful organization had already been deeply rooted in the Ming Dynasty during the Xuande period and developed countless officials and servants. Even the imperial palace was not a taboo for them.

The Smell-Incense Society—or, in other words, the Smell-Incense Sect.

Although at present, the person in front of him does not seem to be hostile.

And it seems that the terrifying corpse-repairing immortal has used some means to confirm that they are still reliable.But Tang Xiuying is sitting here, sitting in the headquarters of this cult organization that claims to hold the true "Mahayana Buddhism" and has saved people from the "three final tribulations". Like the White Lotus Sect, it is a splinter from Buddhism.

But he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

If not for anything else, just because what these people did before was really outrageous.

Since the young emperor named Zhu Houcong came to the throne, these people have been lurking within the Ming Dynasty and planned countless attacks against the emperor. Whether they sent assassins to ambush around the altar to assassinate them, or bribed palace maids to set fire to the emperor's palace, no matter how bad it was, In the name of placing people into the Imperial Hospital for further consultation, he poisoned the emperor.

Or simply send one of your own people into the palace, secretly practice the art of collecting tonic, and suck the dog emperor dry...

After Zhu Houcong succeeded to the throne, they would use all these methods!All!without!have!use!
M! D!what happened!

Aren’t you little bitches very good at it?

Why did he suddenly turn around and transform into a chaste and fierce woman?
But no matter what people speculate, in the past two years since Zhu Houcong ascended the throne.

In the past, the Wenxiang Sect, which could teach people all over the world from time to time, was completely silent——

It was as if the Wenxiang Sect, which had killed Emperor Renzong in the palace in less than a year, was fake.

How could this not make Saint White Lotus feel worried and wary.

Although the sudden and violent deaths of several emperors in the Ming Dynasty starting from Emperor Renzong vaguely had the shadow of Wenxiang Cult in them.

The Wenxiang Sect's surrender to the young emperor would most likely be for free.

But I can't stand it. What if the little emperor is really stubborn and recruits them?
Then wouldn’t my sisters be like sheep in tiger’s mouth this time?

"We already know your purpose of coming from Zhenren Sun. We have almost prepared the materials for summoning the Wusheng Old Mother. Only a few herbs have not been found. You two can rest here for a few days and wait for instructions on how to collect herbs. When everyone comes back from the south, they will immediately——"

"Wait! Before doing this, for the sake of safety, we always have to confirm some things!"

Although through the words of the proprietress in front of her just now, Tang Xiuying has confirmed that the other party's identity is indeed the contact person in the capital.

But to be on the safe side, while speaking, she subconsciously put her fingers on the sword box and tapped it lightly.

To ensure that if something goes wrong, you can immediately draw your sword to fight.

At this time, it was completely dark outside the tavern. The only oil lamp in the tavern was swaying between the four people, casting a faint dark light on the simple and worn-out windows.

Tang Xiuying felt that the old pine wood chair she was sitting on was making a creaking sound due to its age, but it might also be a psychological effect of her being too nervous.

Although she felt that this guess was outrageous, she still kept her voice as low as possible for the sake of her own safety. Tang Xiuying looked at the sapphire-like eyes of the landlady in front of her, who was of some Xihu origin, shining under the oil lamp, and asked.

"What agreement have you reached with Mingting...or in other words, what is the relationship between you and the current little emperor!"

Tang Xiuying tightened her grip on the sword box slightly.

She stared at the two people in front of her who were a little shocked by this question.

There was a faint flow of cold sweat on his forehead.

Whether you live or die today depends on the other person's answer.

But to her surprise, after hearing her question, the proprietress in front of her looked at the girl who looked like a servant.

Then he turned his head, gave Tang Xiuying a wry smile, and spread his hands to show his sincerity and helplessness.

"What does it have to do with it? In fact, we Wenxiang Sect also want to know what relationship we have with the Emperor of Ming Ting? How can all the believers who have been hiding in Ming Ting for more than 100 years change their minds overnight and take the initiative to communicate with the sect? Cut off the relationship, and no matter how the teacher asks for the reason, he will remain tight-lipped and secretive."

(End of this chapter)