People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

Chapter 220

A day later, Zhu Youxiao was lying on the dragon chair listening to Wei Zhongxian's report on the casualties and property losses of yesterday's explosion.

When he learned that the casualties caused by the explosion exceeded 20,000, Zhu Youxiao almost fainted again.

Who would have thought that an explosion would cause such a huge loss, with more than 20,000 casualties alone, and the property losses exceeded 20 million, which made the already poor finances even worse.

And this is only the loss outside the palace, and the loss of the Forbidden City has not been calculated. If you really calculate it, I'm afraid it's not less than outside the palace.

Not only did it kill thousands of craftsmen who were repairing the palace and several palaces in the southwest, but it also scared his prince Zhu Cijing, who had just turned one month old, to death.

You know, this is his only son, and he was gone because of an explosion. Because of this, Queen Zhang Yan has fainted several times.

"How much money do I have left in my treasury?"

The incident has already happened, and the most important thing now is to appease the people, and appeasement requires money.

As for why it is not from the Ministry of Revenue, because he knows the situation of the Ministry of Revenue better than anyone else. Except for the 1.5 million taels in the treasury, the national treasury is cleaner than his face. If he wants to get money from the Ministry of Revenue, he must wait until the end of the year to collect taxes from all places, so this money can only come from his treasury.

When he heard Zhu Youxiao ask this, Wei Zhongxian felt cold in his heart, but he finally said a number carefully.

"Seven million taels!"

When he heard that there was only this little, Zhu Youxiao finally couldn't support it anymore and fell headfirst on the right handrail.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Zhu Youxiao fainted, a group of eunuchs including Wei Zhongxian came forward to call him, really afraid that this gentleman would die directly in a fit of anger.

If this person dies, the eunuchs will have no choice but to die. The civil and military nobles who have long hated them will never let them go, including Wei Zhongxian.

Perhaps the crying of the crowd worked, and Zhu Youxiao finally woke up.

"Someone come!"

Zhu Youxiao shouted directly to a corner in the hall.

As his voice fell, a man in black appeared in front of the bed in an instant. The man was a spy from the Baolong clan.

Regardless of the presence of other people, Zhu Youxiao directly ordered: "Send a message to Lu Xiaofeng, no matter what, bring my fifth brother back as soon as possible."

This sentence seemed to have used up all his strength, and he fainted again after saying this.

"Alas, the Ming Dynasty's national fortune of more than 200 years has finally come to an end."

In the depths of the worship hall, a middle-aged man whose face could not be seen sighed as he looked at the increasingly old golden dragon of fortune above the Forbidden City.

Others may not be able to see it, but people at his level can naturally see the golden dragon of fortune that represents the fortune of a country.

In his eyes, the already old golden dragon of fortune looked even older, and it seemed that it might disappear at any time.

At the same time, in a stone chamber in Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been closing his eyes, also opened his eyes as if he had sensed something.

Click, as the stone door moved to both sides little by little, the old immortal who had been in seclusion for ten years finally came out.

"Master (Grandmaster)!"

The disciples who heard the noise came over to pay their respects after seeing Zhang Sanfeng come out.

But Zhang Sanfeng ignored them and looked in the direction of the Forbidden City. Apparently, he also saw the almost transparent golden dragon of luck.

Seeing this, the disciples and grandchildren behind him did not dare to disturb him, but just kept looking in the direction Zhang Sanfeng was looking.

But they could not see the golden dragon representing the luck of the Ming Dynasty, but only saw the endless mountains.

After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply. Although he also saw that the fate of the Ming Dynasty was about to end, there was nothing he could do about it.

He once thought that he could do things that most people in the world could not do with his peak cultivation.

But since the disappearance of the fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan and the abolition of the third disciple Yu Dayan ten years ago, he realized that some things were useless even if your cultivation was high.

He couldn't even save his own disciples, let alone the luck of a country. Now he was more worried about how they, the Wu Dang, would go in the future.

You have to know that Wudang Sect is the state religion of the Ming Dynasty, and he himself was canonized as the master of a country. If the Ming Dynasty is gone, then the fate of Wudang will naturally not be much better.

"Lianzhou!"

After thinking for a long time, the real Zhang Sanfeng finally made a decision.

"Master!"

Hearing the master calling him, the second disciple Yu Lianzhou immediately bowed and responded."From now on, you and Songxi will take some of our core disciples to the capital and wait for the dispatch of Guo Juxia, the chief constable of the Six Gates."

Although he already knew that the decline of the Ming Dynasty was inevitable, Zhang Sanfeng still tried to save it. If nothing else, even if he couldn't stop the fall of the Ming Dynasty, he could delay it to a certain extent. At least with the addition of the Wudang Sect in the martial arts world, he could reduce some unnecessary killings.

Since the Ming Dynasty gave them preferential treatment, they, Wudang, should also fulfill their responsibilities and try to make the internal stability of the Ming Dynasty more stable, and at the same time buy more time for their Wudang.

He himself took the time to continue his retreat, preferably to break through to a higher realm before the catastrophe came, so that even if the Ming Dynasty really perished in the end, they, Wudang, could retain more vitality.

"Disciple obeys!"

Although the two had doubts about their master's order, they would not object, because they knew that the master must have his reasons for doing so.

"Then Master, which disciples should we take down the mountain?"

Although they agreed to take people down the mountain, the two decided to ask the candidates to go down the mountain together.

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "Let Yihang and the others go."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Sanfeng turned around and asked Song Yuanqiao, "By the way, what is Qingshu's current cultivation level?"

Hearing his master asking this, Song Yuanqiao looked ashamed, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Master. Qingshu just barely entered the first-class level not long ago!"

"First-class, it's not bad. In this case, take him with you when you go down the mountain this time!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng say this, Song Yuanqiao felt even more ashamed. Is a first-class person at the age of seventeen bad? In fact, it's not bad, but it depends on who you compare him with.

If compared with the aforementioned nephew Yihang, he is much inferior. After all, nephew Yihang is also only nineteen this year, but now he has reached the top-class level, and is not far from the innate level.

As for his son Song Qingshu, he didn't think he could enter the top-class level at the age of nineteen, let alone the innate level, so when his master asked, he was ashamed.

"Okay, it's settled. Lianzhou, Songxi, get ready and take the disciples down the mountain tomorrow."

Without giving them a chance to speak, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and made the decision.

"Wait a moment, Yuanqiao. I have something else to tell you!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was about to leave with them, stopped immediately.

After the others disappeared, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Go to your Uncle Mu and tell him that I have something to ask him."

After telling Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the old golden dragon of luck again, and the worry in his eyes became even worse.