Chapter 806 Bastard!

"Your Grace, it's about capturing the king to capture the whole lot."

Fan Li, standing guard by the door of the cage, didn't forget to remind him.

Zheng Fan glanced at Fan Li, not in the mood to deal with this idiot right now.

Instead,

Zheng Fan seriously looked at the black-armored man who was "tied up like a dumpling" in front of him.

The black-armored man still had his eyes closed, still "sleeping," but everyone present knew that he was "awake."

Zheng Fan took out the iron box from his chest, took out a cigarette, then felt around, but didn't bring a fire starter.

Si Niang brought in a fire starter, wanting to help him light it.

Zheng Fan put the cigarette away.

"I have a suggestion," Zheng Fan said.

Everyone was looking at him.

"Since this guy wants to play the vegetable game with us, then let's play it more thoroughly. I don't want to have to come down here several times just to get him to open his eyes and say something.

I'm busy,

You guys are also busy;

I'm annoyed."

Zheng Fan pointed to Xue San and said, "Set up a furnace in the Marquis's residence. I need molten iron to melt him directly."

Xue San was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Yes, Your Grace."

"How long will it take?"

"Three days."

"Alright, in three days, we'll refine him. He wants to play dumb with me? I'm not playing anymore."

Zheng Fan walked out of the cage, and the others also walked back with their respective "samples."

Once they were above ground, Sword Saint wiped his hands on his apron and said, "Are we really just going to do that to him?"

Zheng Fan looked at Sword Saint with some confusion.

"I mean, we worked so hard to capture him, are we just going to execute him like that?"

Zheng Fan nodded in understanding and said, "I want to extract some more secrets from him."

"I know."

"You know about that prophecy too, right?"

"Yes, I know," Sword Saint said.

"The purpose of my exploration is not to seek knowledge, but to obtain more comprehensive information, because in the prophecy, there is the number 'seven', so it is very likely that he has accomplices."

"And then?"

"I want to eliminate them all, for the future of Zhuxia, for the peace and stability of the world."

"So?"

"So, confirming the elimination of one can also be considered as completing a small goal in advance."

"I feel like it's because he almost locked you up, and you're angry?"

"Am I such an emotional person? Alright, no need to answer that question.

Lao Yu, wanna eat together?"

Sword Saint pointed to the apron he hadn't taken off yet and said,

"I'm cooking at home."

"I know, so I'm going to your house to eat with you."

"Can you do that?"

"Why not?"

"I didn't cook that much."

"It's just a matter of steaming a few more steamed buns. Perfect, I'll try your cooking. Si Niang, let's go together."

"Alright, Your Grace."

Sword Saint sighed. If it was just Zheng Fan coming alone, he would have refused without any hesitation. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, but if Zheng Fan went to his house for dinner, his family would be "at a loss." But Si Niang was pregnant.

"Let's go," Sword Saint said.

From the Pingxi Marquis's residence to Sword Saint's house was very close.

No need to turn, no need to detour, even… there wasn't even a door.

Sword Saint had suggested that the Blind Man add a door here, but the Blind Man refused, the reason being that in case something happened, you wouldn't be able to get here in time.

Sword Saint said, if I can't even climb over the wall at that time, what do you think I can do when I get here?

The Blind Man said that he was preventing you from being injured and unable to climb over the wall, so he didn't set up a door, at least he could come and play a deterrent role.

Of course, there was no door, but there were always many guards hidden nearby.

There was also a place where there was a door but it had never been closed, that was the entrance to the secret room where Sha Tuo Queshi was located. The door leading to the bottom was blocked, but the door from above to the secret room, that is, the entrance to Sha Tuo Queshi's coffin, was there, and the mechanism was made, but it had never been lowered.

Because he was afraid that Lao Sha would really have something happen and not know how to "turn on the lights."

When they arrived at Sword Saint's house,

Liu Dahu saw Zheng Fan coming and immediately saluted excitedly, then moved chairs and stools.

In the yard, the duck was being cornered and pecked at by an old hen, looking like it had lost all hope in life. Sword Saint walked over, grabbed the old hen with one hand, and held a bowl in the other.

"Long Yuan."

Long Yuan was unsheathed, and precisely cut the old hen's neck, the chicken blood flowing into the bowl.

The duck, which was originally gloating, instantly quieted down after seeing this scene.

"Aren't you keeping it to lay eggs?" Zheng Fan asked.

"I'll make a soup to nourish your wife," Sword Saint said.

Zheng Fan not only didn't appreciate it but complained, "Hey, how long will it take to get dinner?"

"I'll use my inner force to speed it up, it'll be quick."

Marquis Zheng was satisfied and said, "Oh, then please."

Sword Saint's mother-in-law wasn't home. She was in charge of a street and had lunch outside, eating public food.

Sword Saint's wife took the initiative to pour tea and hand it over, then took over Sword Saint's work and went in to add more dishes.

The child was placed outside, basking in the sun, crawling around in the crib, not afraid of strangers.

Zheng Fan was very familiar with this crib. He then remembered that it was the one Tian Tian used to use.

"When the child grows up, I'll have to move this bed back," Zheng Fan said.

Si Niang smiled and said, "Your Grace, I haven't seen you being so economical on ordinary days."

"This is different. You have more experience in other things than I do, but you're also new to giving birth and raising children, right? The things used by children pay attention to fortune.

Look how sturdy Tian Tian is now, our children will also be healthy in the future."

In fact, the Devil Kings had all analyzed it. Si Niang's child was destined not to be simple, even if Your Grace was doing his best to hold him back.

But Si Niang wouldn't say these words to Zheng Fan. She liked to see the way this man had endless fantasies about their child.

They sat down, drank two bowls of tea, and the dishes were finally ready.

The original dishes were braised pork with potatoes, stir-fried phoenix tail, and egg drop soup.

They added an old hen soup, a plate of peanuts, and a stir-fried sausage with garlic sprouts.

Zheng Fan took the rice bowl and started eating without any politeness.

The dishes tasted good, very appetizing. After finishing a bowl of rice, Liu Dahu immediately got up diligently to help Zheng Fan add more rice.

Zheng Fan smiled and said, "Hehe, other people's food always tastes better."

Sword Saint shook his head.

The meal was very satisfying, and Zheng Fan didn't sit for long before getting up to say goodbye.

He didn't return the same way with Si Niang, but after leaving Sword Saint's house, he turned in another direction. After eating his fill, he naturally had to take a stroll.

The two of them strolled for two streets, and Zheng Fan suggested going to the temple outside the city to take a look. Si Niang agreed.

The temple outside the city was still crowded, but it was much more orderly than when it was first built.

There were so many people these days because the expeditionary army was returning one after another, and many families were coming to fulfill their vows.

Everyone entered from one side door and exited from the other side door in a unified manner. The main entrance was closed.

Inside, it was divided into a front courtyard and a back courtyard. In the front courtyard, there was a large incense burner, facing the Great Buddha Hall. In the Great Buddha Hall, various Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were arranged in three rows, with one passage for entering and one for exiting.

Further back was the back courtyard. In the main hall of the back courtyard, the longevity tablet of Marquis Pingxi, Zheng Fan, was enshrined.

In addition, there was a sculpture, taking the scene of Marquis Zheng riding a Pixiu and holding Wu Ya with great majesty.

The sculpture was simple, but the Changsheng tablet was directly carved out of a large stone. It was a pity that the Marquis had been promoted to Prince, so it had to be replaced.

Those who entered the temple basically entered from the side door in the front, burned incense and inserted it into the incense burner, then worshiped the Buddha statues, and finally, they had to worship "Marquis Zheng."

Gods and Buddhas were too far away, in the sky;

The Marquis was very close, in the city.

"So, sometimes I really think that Wei Zhongxian may not be as unbearable as the history books say. This matter of building a shrine was done by the people below themselves, what does it have to do with him?"

"What do you feel when Your Grace sees your statue placed here?"

"What can I feel? It can't be used to borrow any incense power to fight and protect myself, and I can't pretentiously shout, 'Damn, the incense is poisonous.' Hahahaha."

Zheng Fan smiled and walked back with Si Niang. On both sides of the temple were厢房, where two monks lived, and there were also many helpers, basically disabled soldiers, who did some work within their ability here.

The money from the incense in the temple, after leaving enough for the temple's needs, the excess would be handed over to the Marquis's residence.

The people donated incense money to the temple to pray for the peace of their homes. This flow was also considered money falling into real places.

However, Zheng Fan himself sometimes felt a little embarrassed. It was fine that the Marquis's residence almost monopolized all walks of life in Fengxin City, and it was understandable that the red tent was yours. Now, even the temple was your industry.

In short,

Inside and outside Fengxin City, all the people's eating, drinking, and shitting were inseparable from the Marquis's residence.

This was also because the territory was not very large now, and the population was not very large, plus the existence of the Blind Man and Si Niang, who had full management capabilities, could operate it. When the population increased in the future or the territory became larger, it would be impossible to continue playing like this.

However, those were things that needed to be considered in the future.

The little monk Liao Fan had gone to a family in the city to do a Zhai matter today, so he was not here, but the old monk Kong Yuan was here.

When Zheng Fan and Si Niang passed by, he was sitting on a蒲团, with a small bag of rice in front of him, constantly grabbing the rice and slowly letting it fall from his fingertips.

Zheng Fan stopped in front of him.

The old monk Kong Yuan looked up and looked at Zheng Fan. He didn't know if he recognized Zheng Fan, he just kept giggling.

But gradually,

The old monk's gaze fell on Si Niang, or rather, on Si Niang's belly.

"Fukang, Fukang, Fu Fu Kang Kang."

The old monk knelt down and kowtowed while chanting.

Zheng Fan noticed that there were also many copper coins falling on the ground next to the old monk's rice bag, which should be another way of "begging for alms."

But the Emperor of Yan Jing City would remember to bring money when he went out with the Empress to stroll around.

But Marquis Zheng of Fengxin City really didn't have the awareness to bring money when he went out with his wife.

But for the sake of the old monk's auspicious words, Marquis Zheng had to reward something, after all, Marquis Zheng's name of "generosity and charity" had spread to the Chu Kingdom, there was no reason to be stingy with his own people.

However, before Zheng Fan could find any trinkets to take off his body, the old monk Kong Yuan suddenly shouted:

"More sons are not more blessings, more sons are not more blessings, more sons are not more blessings..."

Zheng Fan's face suddenly sank.

At the beginning, it was this old monk who shouted "more sons, more blessings" while scattering gourds all over the street, which led to this gourd temple.

Now, the old monk's words were enough to have this temple razed to the ground within a day.

But,

The old monk was kowtowing while shouting, his forehead hitting the brick surface heavily again and again, and blood was oozing out.

Zheng Fan stepped forward, picked up the old monk, looked at him, and asked;

"What exactly do you mean?"

The old monk tilted his face, looked at Zheng Fan, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, murmured a few times, and shouted:

"Originally, there was no incense fate, forcibly continuing the line;

Affection is debt, deep affection, heavy debt, many affections, complicated debts;

More sons also mean more affection, more sons also mean more debt.

Too much debt, hurts the body, heavy debt, torments people!

Cough cough cough...cough cough..."

The old monk began to spit out blood, and his whole person wilted.

Zheng Fan let go,

The old monk slumped to the ground, still smiling.

This monk had a tough life, he wouldn't die.

This should be a warning, a reminder;

But Zheng Fan, didn't want to accept this favor;

He pointed to his face and shouted at the old monk;

"I, Zheng Fan, don't care about more lice, and don't care about more debt!"

Immediately,

He smiled again;

"I've even taken out a thirty-year mortgage, what am I afraid of!"

He turned around, took Si Niang and left the Gourd Temple.

……

Inside the Pingxi Marquis's residence, a blast furnace began to be built. Under the command of Xue San, everything was going smoothly.

The first day passed smoothly;

The second day passed smoothly;

In one more day, the furnace would be built. Not seeking anything sturdy and durable, only seeking to burn a bubble of molten iron to make a soup for that thing.

Also on this night,

Tian Tian poured water for his younger brother, the Crown Prince, to drink. After seeing the Crown Prince drink the water and fall asleep again, he climbed back to his own bed.

Just as he lay down,

He seemed to hear something.

Immediately,

He got up.

Tian Tian pushed open the door, walked to the yard, and began to slowly walk forward. On his chest, he wore a sachet, which contained a piece of red stone.

When he went to the snowfield, Zheng Fan had put the Demonic Pill on Tian Tian as a comprehensive protection.

At this moment,

From the darkness behind Tian Tian,

Zheng Fan's figure appeared. Behind Zheng Fan, stood Sword Saint and a group of Devil Kings.

"I knew it, that thing, couldn't help it."

The Blind Man opened his mouth and said, "Your Grace, your subordinate suggests that Tian Tian continue to walk forward. We should not interrupt him. The real secret may be obtained."

"He is my son, I said, I will not use him to fish.

A'ming, bring the child back. Later, we will go down one last time. If that thing continues to pretend to be asleep, I will immediately start refining molten iron and burn his relics!"

A'ming shrugged and floated forward.

However,

Just as A'ming's hand was about to touch Tian Tian's small shoulder,

Suddenly,

A cloud of black mist enveloped Tian Tian, and Tian Tian's body shot forward directly.

This was,

The power of the Demonic Pill!

These few days, Zheng Fan had deliberately put the Demonic Pill on Tian Tian to prevent this kind of accident from happening, but the accident still happened.

The Demonic Pill actually placed its power on Tian Tian, avoiding A'ming.

Tian Tian's figure landed at the entrance of the secret room,

He turned around,

Floating beside him was the Demonic Pill.

Tian Tian was not possessed, his eyes were still bright and pure.

He smiled and looked at Zheng Fan and the others standing there,

Said:

"Dad, I will help you ask the secret."

After speaking,

Tian Tian turned his head and ran into the secret room,

At the same time, the door that had always existed but had never fallen was triggered, and the secret room door fell down!

Zheng Fan turned around and glared at the Blind Man;

The Blind Man said aggrievedly:

"Your Grace, would you believe me if I said it wasn't me who said it?"

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These two days, I have been stuck in the setting choices for going down, and I dare not rashly push the plot quickly, so the update is a little less. I want to consider it a few more times, after all, *The Descent of Magic* has four million words. After such a long length, I don't want to "lose my integrity in old age."

Then, everyone can also talk about their thoughts in the barrage.

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