bookrandom Chapter 89: Trading 108 Virgins
Chapter 89: Trading 108 Virgins
Stepping out of the threshold of the Gu Mansion with carved beams and painted buildings, Gu Nanshan was still thinking about what had just happened.
Fatty Wang's uproar in the Lama Temple was like throwing a huge rock into the already turbulent and treacherous surface of the Daqian court, stirring up circle after circle of shocking ripples and making the already shaky balance of power even worse.
Once this matter is exposed, he will not only offend the wrath of imperial power, but also the disappointment and indignation of millions of believers.
Gu Nanshan had a close relationship with the abbot of the Lama Temple. After learning about this matter, he personally took action and barely suppressed it.
He paid a heavy price for this.
But for him, it is worth doing so because he can use this incident as a bargaining chip to discuss cooperation with Wang Tienan.
Gu Nanshan hopes that Wang Tienan can help him do something, and after the task is completed, Wang Tienan will be completely tied to his chariot.
When he seizes power in the future, Wang Tienan will be an indispensable key piece in his hands.
Who knew that Wang Tienan was even more aloof than Lin Zhenxian.
This made Gu Nanshan extremely angry and annoyed.
In this case, wouldn't all my hard work over the past two days be in vain?
Gu Nanshan felt heavy in his heart, and he unconsciously walked towards the ancient and solemn Lama temple.
The Lama Temple had just experienced a major fire and was undergoing repairs everywhere.
As soon as we arrived at the temple gate, a bright red cassock came into view. It was none other than Lama Kanbu, Master Qingyuan.
He was standing quietly outside the threshold, wearing a cassock as brilliant as fire, his hands gently clasped together, his eyes revealing a tranquility that transcended the world.
"Amitabha, why is Junior Brother Nanshan so sad? Did you return empty-handed at the General's Mansion?" The master's voice was gentle and deep, like a clear mountain spring, slowly flowing through the heart.
Hearing this, Gu Nanshan couldn't help but sigh, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened a little. "Alas, this Wang Tienan is a stubborn person. He would rather let his son be punished than cooperate with me. It's really infuriating."
Upon hearing this, Master Qingyuan chanted the Buddha's name softly again. His smooth head shone with a soft luster in the sunlight, as if reflecting all the troubles and attachments in the world.
"In that case, when will you fulfill the conditions you promised me?"
"It's just 108 virgins, right? I'll send someone to the temple within half a month. But... Senior Brother Qingyuan, I still want to warn you. Those Zoroastrians have wicked ambitions, and collaborating with them is definitely not a good idea."
"Amitabha, thank you for the reminder, junior brother." After saying that, he turned around gently and walked calmly into the depths of the temple, as if his only purpose of standing here at this moment was to wait for Gu Nanshan's arrival.
Gu Nanshan's eyes followed his back, his triangular eyes slightly narrowed in the dim light, revealing an imperceptible scrutiny.
Zoroastrianism was the state religion of Persia, but it suddenly appeared in Daqian and had already built a temple in the east of the city.
I don’t know what Master Qingyuan was trying to do. He actually used 108 virgins to do business with them.
Should we send someone to keep a secret watch?
Gu Nanshan waved his sleeves lightly, and a young man in servant's clothes quietly walked out from behind the glazed tower.
He stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Gu Nanshan, and said softly, "My Lord."
"Please keep an eye on the movements of those lamas and find out what they are planning with Zoroastrianism."
"As ordered."
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This matter was controlled by Gu Nanshan from beginning to end.
Lin Zhen was completely unaware of this and mistakenly thought that this was Gu Yunting's secret plan, so on the way back he kept thinking about what his intention was.
Cao Xiong had already spurred his horse and galloped out of the city. He estimated that he would be able to deliver 500 war horses into the city by evening, and the carriage company would be able to officially operate in two days.
For Lin Zhen, the bustling market is a vibrant spectacle he can never get enough of. The surging crowds, the resounding cries of vendors, and the carefree laughter of children weave together into a vibrant symphony of life.
Lin Zhen walked leisurely in the gaps between the bustling crowd, as if every step was stepping on the most real pulse of this world.
Under the restaurant hidden at the end of a busy street, Lin Zhen saw a familiar figure.
Mao Mengji.
At this moment, he was wearing rough linen clothes, sweat dripping down like a drizzle, soaking his clothes. He was pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with heavy wine jars with all his strength, stumbling towards the deep backyard of the restaurant.
Last time, because of the fight in the street, Murong Yan was furious and stripped him of all his positions and powers and demoted him to a commoner.
Gu Yunting also felt resentful towards him because he could not speak, and eventually expelled him from the Gu Mansion, making him no longer qualified to be the commander of the palace soldiers.
The young general, who was once vigorous and ambitious, unfortunately became a victim in this power struggle. His situation took a sharp turn for the worse and he was reduced to such a miserable state that he had to work odd jobs in a restaurant to make a living.
"Come on, come on, please make way, make way!" He shouted as he moved through the bustling crowd.
"Hey, isn't this Xiaomao? Why are you doing this job?" a familiar aunt shouted in surprise.
"I remember you used to be the commander of the palace guards in the Prime Minister's Mansion. You were very majestic!"
"Could it be that you came here specifically to experience the suffering of the people? Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously!"
The neighbors have always had a good impression of Mao Mengji. Seeing his current appearance, they came forward to greet him, their words full of concern and confusion.
Mao Mengji gently lowered the cart and gave the crowd around him a gentle smile, his eyes gleaming with relief. "You all may not know, but I made a mistake a few days ago and angered the Prime Minister, so I was expelled from the mansion. From now on, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on my sister to make a living. I also implore all the neighbors to take care of me. Mengji will be very grateful!"
"Hey, why are you saying such polite things! Do we need to differentiate between you and me among neighbors? You look like you must be hungry. Come on, let's go to grandma's house, where you can have a full meal!" A kind old lady greeted eagerly.
"What delicious food do you have at home? Mengji, come to uncle, I will make you braised pork!"
"Don't worry, you will never go hungry with us here! Just work hard in this restaurant!" The neighbors around echoed, their words full of warmth and encouragement.
These words made Mao Mengji feel warm in his heart. He clasped his fists again, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.
Lin Zhen stood quietly not far away, the sounds of neighbors chatting and laughing echoing in his ears.
He nodded from time to time, with approval glittering in his eyes.
In the past, when Mao Mengji held an important position in the Prime Minister's Office, people may have flocked to him out of the desire to curry favor with him; now, he has been kicked out of the office, but he can still win such widespread respect and welcome, which is undoubtedly the best interpretation of his personal charm.
From this point of view, Mao Mengji is a person of high moral character and good personality, which is rare.
Gu Yunting really made a bad move by kicking such a talented person out of the house.
In that case, don't blame me for being unsportsmanlike.
What are you waiting for if you don’t quickly recruit such a person with good character, strong ability and strong character into your own camp?