Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 788 1 Jumping Up

With a loud bang, the Zombie King's head was split open, and black dirty blood gushed out. The Zombie King let out a deafening roar, his body shook a few times, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing that the zombie king was dead, the other zombies immediately became a mess. Lin Xiao took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the talismans and copper coins in his hand kept flying, beating the zombies back step by step. The villagers also cheered and helped to light torches to drive away the zombies. After a hard battle, the zombies were finally eliminated. Lin Xiao was so tired that he sat on the ground, and his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat and blood. The villagers surrounded him, thanked him profusely, and invited him to rest in the village and treat him well. Lin Xiao politely declined: "It is the duty of my Maoshan disciples to slay demons and eliminate evil. Now that the evil has been eliminated, I should return to the mountain to report." He took a short rest, then carried the peach wood sword and set off on the road back to the mountain. However, things did not end there. Half a month later, Lin Xiao was practicing in the mountains, and suddenly received news that more powerful zombies appeared in the neighboring county. Not only were they invulnerable to swords and guns, but they could also call the wind and rain. The local Taoists were helpless, and the people were miserable. Lin Xiao knew the responsibility he shouldered, and without saying anything, he went down the mountain again. He rushed to the neighboring county day and night, only to see dark clouds and gusts of cold wind over the county town. The streets were in a mess, houses collapsed, and people fled everywhere. Lin Xiao followed the direction of the Yin Qi and found the zombie in a deserted grave outside the city. The zombie was huge, more than two meters tall, emitting black mist all over the body, and a pair of blood-red eyes like lights. When it saw Lin Xiao, it roared, shaking the ground. Lin Xiao did not dare to be careless, and took out a high-level talisman, which was given to him by his master before leaving. It was said to be very powerful. He lit the talisman, and the talisman turned into a fire dragon and flew towards the zombie. However, the zombie only shook slightly and dispersed the fire dragon. Lin Xiao was shocked and knew that he had encountered a strong enemy. He began to perform the Maoshan School's unique skill "Bagua Formation", quickly drawing the Bagua pattern on the ground, and then placed eight copper coins in the eight directions of the Bagua. As his spell sounded, the Bagua formation shone brightly, trapping the zombie in the formation. The zombie struggled frantically in the formation, constantly hitting the barrier of the formation. While maintaining the formation, Lin Xiao looked for the zombie's weakness. He found a wound on the zombie's abdomen. Although it had healed, it seemed to be its weakest point. Lin Xiao concentrated all his energy and injected his magic power into the peach wood sword. The peach wood sword shone brightly, and he shouted and rushed towards the zombie. The moment he approached the zombie, he jumped up and stabbed the peach wood sword straight into the zombie's abdomen. The zombie screamed, and black dirty blood gushed out like a fountain. It struggled frantically, trying to break through the Bagua formation. Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the formation. Finally, with a loud bang, the zombie's body exploded and turned into a black mist that dissipated in the air. Lin Xiao collapsed to the ground, exhausted. But he knew that as long as there were evil spirits in the world, he would continue to shoulder the mission of exorcising demons and protecting the peace of the people. He slowly stood up, looked at the gradually clearing sky, his eyes firm and determined, turned around and embarked on a new journey. This story depicts the scene of a fierce battle between a Taoist priest and a zombie.

At the same time, Xuan Ling was also secretly cultivating his own power. He promoted a group of young and promising officials who were loyal to him and willing to help him eliminate treacherous officials. When the time was right, Xuan Ling suddenly launched an attack during the morning court. When Nalanbo was preparing to control the government as usual, Xuan Ling suddenly threw a stack of evidence on the imperial desk: "Nalanbo! You colluded with foreign enemies, embezzled and accepted bribes, your crime is unforgivable! Come, take him down!" Nalanbo's face changed suddenly. He didn't expect Xuan Ling to have so much evidence. He was about to refute, but found that the ministers who supported him on weekdays all lowered their heads and dared not speak. It turned out that Xuan Ling had secretly persuaded these ministers to turn against him. After Nalanbo was taken to prison, Xuan Ling immediately sent people to catch all his followers. At the same time, he ordered to do his best to provide disaster relief and open warehouses to release grain, and the people in Jiangnan finally ushered in life. In this court battle, Xuan Ling went through untold hardships and finally regained his power. He sat on the dragon chair, looking at the ministers, and swore in his heart: I must be a good emperor, make the Qing Dynasty last forever, and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. However, Xuan Ling knew that this was just the beginning. There is always a struggle for power in the court, and he must always be vigilant to keep this hard-won victory. In the days to come, he will face more challenges, but he is no longer the little emperor at the mercy of others. He has the confidence and ability to lead the Qing Dynasty to prosperity. This story shows the fierce court struggles in the Qing Dynasty. If you have other ideas about the plot development and character settings of the story, such as adding more details of power struggles or emotional lines of characters, please feel free to tell me.

Dragon Palace Storm In the fifty-sixth year of Emperor Kangxi's reign in the Qing Dynasty, the cold wind swept the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City with fine snow. In the Qianqing Palace, the bright yellow candlelight flickered in the copper crane lamp. Xuan Ling's hand holding the red brush trembled slightly. The ink on the memorial spread out on the imperial desk was not dry yet - the memorial on the disaster of the flood in the south of the Yangtze River was densely listed with urgent documents from officials from all over the country requesting disaster relief. "Your Majesty, Lord Nalan requests an audience." The eunuch's shrill voice came from outside the door. Xuan Ling suddenly put the cinnabar inkstone down heavily, and the red ink splashed on the edge of the inkstone smudged on the bright yellow memorial, just like the bloodstains winding in front of the dragon bed on the night of the emperor's death. A black python robe turned out from behind the rosewood screen. Nalan Bo held an ivory tablet in his hand, and the jade pendant on his waist swayed lightly with his steps, shining coldly under the candlelight. This powerful cabinet chief minister has been in charge of government affairs for many years since the death of the previous emperor. Most of the civil and military officials in the court are from his school. "Your Majesty is worried about the flood in Jiangnan?" Nalan Bo's voice was gentle, but with an unquestionable sense of oppression. "I think that the treasury is empty now. Instead of spending money and grain on disaster relief, it is better to repair the Old Summer Palace first to show the majesty of our Qing Dynasty." Xuan Ling raised his head suddenly, his eyes wide open: "What do you mean, my dear Nalan? The people are displaced and starving, but you are thinking about repairing the garden?" Nalan Bo knelt down calmly, and the hem of his dragon robe spread on the ground: "Your Majesty, you don't know that those unruly people in Jiangnan may have falsely reported the disaster by taking advantage of the flood. I have sent people to investigate thoroughly. It will not be too late to provide disaster relief after the truth is found out." He caught a glimpse of the cinnabar ink on the imperial desk from the corner of his eye, and sneered in his heart - this little emperor is too young after all, and he can't even tell the authenticity of the memorial. Xuan Ling clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. How could he not know what Nalanbo was thinking? Since he took power three years ago, every decree he issued had to be "deliberated" by Nalanbo.