[The Legend of Northern Qi, Chapter 8]

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Chapter Eight: Emperor Qi's Clever Acquisition of the Illusory Scripture
; A Common Man's Lust Leads to Financial Loss. Wang Ling had traveled for two days straight, even burying his own son along the way. He had now arrived in Huai
Prefecture, Henan County.
Wang Ling told his coachman, Old Li, "Go to the Henan County government office and find Lord Guan."
Old Li said nothing, simply shouting "Giddy up!" and the carriage sped towards the Henan County government office.
The city of Henan was in chaos; news of the fall of Henan County had reached them. Several
veteran soldiers stood on the city walls, watching intently; some carried rakes, some hoes, and others gripped rusty
kitchen knives, all looking tense. The city's inhabitants were running around shouting pleas for help, a chaotic scene of people carrying their belongings and
leading their wives and children towards the desolate mountains.
Seeing this, Wang Ling felt that Henan County probably wouldn't last much longer.
Upon arriving at the Hanoi prefectural government office, Wang Ling said to an old steward, "Prefect Wang Ling of Henan requests an audience."
The old steward looked at him and said, "Master has been ill recently. He just took his medicine and is sleeping.
Please wait in the living room."
"Alright, alright," Wang Ling replied, pulling Old Li along as they followed the old steward to the living room.
Once inside, Wang Ling noticed something amiss; there was a large crowd.
Local tyrants and officials were all present, discussing the situation haphazardly. Upon seeing the outsider, they all crowded around.
Seeing Wang Ling's refined attire, everyone assumed he was an official.
"May I ask where you are from, sir?"
"I come from Henan Prefecture. To be honest, I am Prefect Wang Ling of Henan," Wang Ling replied politely.
"Ah, even Lord Wang has come here!" someone suddenly exclaimed.
Another commotion erupted. Everyone seemed to have reached some agreement, and they all said to Wang Ling, "Farewell, farewell,"
and filed out, leaving Wang Ling standing there, exposed.
Old Li said indignantly, "The officials and gentry in Hanoi Prefecture have no taste, they're so impolite!"
"Haha, you, can't you see the logic behind it?"
Old Li stood there, bewildered, not understanding the mystery.
"Don't think about it anymore, quickly prepare the horses, we're going to Jianzhou." Wang Ling dusted off his clothes and strode out of the living room.
Old Li, utterly bewildered, hurriedly followed. "My lord, why are we leaving again?"
"These people are just gathering here to see how the situation is. The governor of Henan has probably already fled, leaving
these fools here. When they saw me, they knew our Henan prefecture had fallen. They immediately understood
they should run, regardless of etiquette."
"I see, haha, my lord is truly insightful."
Old Li drove the carriage towards Jianzhou.
At that moment, Gao Yang had already led ten thousand light cavalry to Jianzhou. The Jianzhou governor, He Ziyu, knelt to greet him at the city gate.
Gao Yang dismounted and helped Governor He Ziyu up. He Ziyu was handsome and refined, possessing both the gentle elegance of the Han people and
the powerful strength of the Hu people. Indeed, a man of exceptional talent.
"Lord He, where are you from?"
"My ancestors were Xianbei. They followed the previous emperor, Taizu, in his conquest of the Central Plains, and thus came to this place, where they settled and multiplied."
Gao Yang laughed heartily upon hearing this, and took his hand, leading him into Jianzhou City. Soldiers were gathered within the city, ready for battle
. Local armed forces from the surrounding areas had also assembled here; Gao Yang planned to inflict a crushing defeat on Yuwen Tai in Jianzhou.
Jianzhou City was a prosperous place, bustling with merchants from all over, a hub for trade between north and south. Gao Yang, preoccupied with his own affairs, had no desire
to go out and enjoy himself, instead focusing on handling state matters in his residence.
Busy until midnight, he suddenly heard someone shout outside, "Fire!" Gao Yang was startled and jumped up,
rushing to the door. It turned out that the army's stables were on fire. Gao Yang dared not be careless and led a few guards hurriedly towards
the military camp.
He hadn't walked far when he encountered a dirty, ugly monk running towards him.
The monk was none other than an old acquaintance of Gao Yang. Upon seeing the ugly monk, Gao Yang was overjoyed. Forgetting all
decorum between ruler and subject, he grabbed the ugly monk's hand, "Wait, Venerable Monk!"
"Wait? Yes, wait, wait. If you hurry, it'll sound like you're rushing to be reborn."
Those around him, upon hearing this, considered it utterly disrespectful. They all drew their knives, ready to slash the mad monk.
"How dare you be so rude! All of you, step back!" Gao Yang roared.
Those around him, terrified, all knelt down with a thud.
"What insightful opinion does the venerable monk have for me now?"
"You pedantic fool, how dare you say I want to see you? Do I know you? Haha. What a joke, what a joke!"
Gao Yang wasn't angry. He took the monk's hand. "Venerable monk, please don't mock me. I owe my current position to your guidance.
You may not remember me, but I remember you."
"Haha, come with me, you're all alone," the mad monk suddenly laughed.
"Alright!" Gao Yang responded, dismissing his attendants, and followed the old monk, ignoring the
fire in the military camp.
Gao Yang followed the mad monk to a dilapidated temple. The mad monk knelt before the Buddha statue, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Gao Yang didn't remain idle either; he followed the ugly monk and knelt before the Buddha, silently praying.
After a while, the mad monk spoke, "You have an affinity with Buddha. This old monk wishes to form a good bond with you."
Upon hearing this, Gao Yang turned around and kowtowed twice to the mad monk.
"Master, you have guided me many times, which is why I am where I am today. Today, I wish to take you as my teacher and appoint you as the National Preceptor, so that
we may jointly govern this great land."
"Haha, you jest, benefactor. I am a monk; what use is your empire to me?"
Gao Yang kowtowed several more times, "May the Master further enlighten me."
The ugly monk clasped his hands together, silently chanted "Amitabha," and said nothing more.
Gao Yang, not wanting to be presumptuous, continued to kowtow vigorously. After another half hour, Gao Yang's whole body ached from kneeling
, and he was dizzy from kowtowing so much that he couldn't help but stand up. The ugly monk suddenly nodded, startling Gao Yang so much
that he knelt down again with a thud. Just as Gao Yang was about to kowtow once more, a scripture slipped out of the ugly monk's sleeve.
Gao Yang looked again at the ugly monk; he was no longer breathing. Gao Yang picked up the scripture and, holding it up to the moonlight, read it—
"The Sutra of Illusory Fate." Gao Yang opened it and saw it was a book that revealed the secrets of reincarnation and the calculation of fate. Gao Yang collapsed to the ground and kowtowed several
times, silently chanting, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."
The next day, Gao Yang invited a group of monks to perform a ritual for the ugly monk and buried him.
Inside Jianzhou Prefecture, He Ziyu didn't sleep a wink all night. It turned out that He Ziyu had someone set the fire. He Ziyu had secretly
laid an ambush on the road leading to the military camp, waiting for Gao Yang, but unexpectedly, Gao Yang didn't go to the camp. He Ziyu had planned
to assassinate Gao Yang in Jianzhou City before his main force arrived, but his plan had backfired.
In Henan County, Luozhou
, Yuwen Hu spent the night outside the city. The next day, he captured an old woman and questioned her, learning that there were no
soldiers left in the city. Therefore, Yuwen Hu led his army forward in a grand procession, galloping towards Huaizhou.
Just outside Henan County, a burly man blocked the way.
"Who goes there!" one of Yuwen Hu's vanguards demanded.
The burly man dismounted, knelt, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and shouted
, "He Xingwang, known in the martial world as 'Swift Dart,' requests an audience with General Yuwen. Please inform him."
Upon seeing that this man was a member of the martial world, Yuwen Hu dared not be negligent and dismounted to approach him. It turned out that Yuwen Hu's master
had also been a bandit, making Yuwen Hu somewhat of a martial artist himself.
"What business does this hero have with my army?" Yuwen Hu asked, approaching He Xingwang.
Upon seeing Yuwen Hu, a tall and imposing man with piercing eyes and an imposing presence, He Xingwang was too frightened to rise
. He immediately kowtowed, "My cousin entrusted me with a letter and two items for the General."
"Who is your cousin?"
"My cousin is He Ziyu, the Prefect of Jianzhou under the puppet dynasty."
"Quickly, please rise! Brave man, quickly bring the letter." Upon hearing that he was He Ziyu's cousin, Yuwen Hu hurriedly helped him up, treating
him with great courtesy.
He Ergouzi frantically searched his entire body, even rummaging through his crotch several times, but still couldn't find the bundle containing the token.
"Oh no, this is terrible!" He Ergouzi's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
Yuwen Hu immediately realized that He Ergouzi had been incompetent, losing such an important token.
But because he was He Ziyu's cousin, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and say, "Brave warrior, search slowly and
inform me when you find him." As he spoke, Yuwen Hu had already cursed this scoundrel Er Gouzi's ancestors eighteen generations over.
Er Gouzi looked ashamed and could only kneel and say, "I will definitely find him for you, sir." After saying this,
he rode off in shame.
Yuwen Hu's attendants said, "This kid doesn't look like a good person at all. What if he's a spy sent by the false dynasty?
Wouldn't that ruin everything? Let my men chase after him and kill him." "
Forget it," Yuwen Hu said. "This guy claims to be He Ziyu's cousin. We should give He Ziyu some face.
Only a few people know about He Ziyu's rebellion. If he knows, he's not a spy for the false dynasty."
Yuwen Hu mounted his horse and continued leading his elite cavalry forward.
Meanwhile, Wang Ling, the governor of Henan, left the city of Henan and entered Jianzhou territory a day later. Although they hadn't reached
Jianzhou Prefecture, they were already in a bustling area. Wang Ling said to the coachman, Old Li, "Old Li, let's find a lively inn
to rest for a while."
"Yes, sir."
Old Li drove the carriage, keeping an eye on the surrounding inns. Soon, they arrived at an
inn called "Sleepless Night." It was a three-story building, with a constant flow of carriages and horses in front, frequented by wealthy families.
Wang Ling asked for a room, went inside, lay down, and cursed, "That damned Yuwen traitor! He just bought a county
magistrate and is running away, making my journey so bumpy and painful, and even losing my son!"
Old Li sat in a folding chair, comforting Wang Ling, "Don't be angry, sir. Things have come to this, let's take it one step at a time
."
As they spoke, a beautiful woman pushed open the door and entered.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, the innkeeper asked me to bring you some wine and dishes." The woman was slender, with light steps
, and a beautiful face; she looked to be under twenty, in the prime of her youth.
Wang Ling's mouth watered at the sight. His wife had been killed by Er Gouzi a few days ago, and his concubine, Xu Shi, was still
missing on the road. He hadn't been with a woman for days. Looking at this woman, a few lustful thoughts arose in his heart.
"Such a pretty young lady, why are you serving people here? Don't you have any waiters?"
"Sir, we do have waiters, but the innkeeper sees you two grown men are quite lonely. How about I, a
humble woman, entertain you?" As she spoke, the woman covered her face and laughed, a laugh that made Wang Ling's heart flutter.
Old Li immediately understood what he meant and said to Wang Ling, "Sir, I'll go check
if our horses have eaten enough. I'll go for a walk."
"Good, good, go ahead, and remember to walk them for a while."
Upon hearing this, Old Li turned and left, cursing inwardly, "You old lecher, telling me to walk them for a while? Your
skills only last a quarter of an hour."
Seeing Old Li turn and close the door, Wang Ling couldn't resist approaching the woman and smelling her fragrance—indeed,
incredibly fresh. He then pulled her into his arms.
"Oh, don't be in such a hurry. My lord, why don't you have a few drinks with me?"
"Yes, a few drinks." Wang Ling quickly had the woman sit down and handed her a cup full of wine. The woman
didn't hesitate and gulped it down. Seeing the woman drink, Wang Ling followed suit. They drank one cup after another, and
before they knew it, they were both drunk.
Wang Ling dropped his wine cup and grabbed the woman. The woman, naturally light and agile, was easily pulled into Wang Ling's
arms.
Without any pretense, she lifted Wang Ling's shirt and grasped his penis. Wang Ling's penis wasn't particularly
long, only about the length of a middle finger, but it was thick, as thick as a carrot.
After looking at it, the woman let out a lewd laugh, "Master's penis is really thick; no wonder people say short and
strong. Haha."
Wang Ling couldn't tell if she was praising or mocking him; he was already delirious, his mind clouded by alcohol
.
The woman got up, picked up a towel, and soaked it in a copper basin filled with hot water. The girl wrung out the wet
towel and walked over to Wang Ling. She knelt down and slowly wiped his penis with the warm, damp towel.
Wang Ling felt a warm current flowing through his shaft. After wiping, the woman took Wang Ling's glans into her cherry-like mouth.
His large glans filled her mouth completely. She sucked hard, her tongue constantly
licking the glans, sometimes the edge, sometimes the urethral opening, giving Wang Ling continuous pleasure.
The girl used one hand to manipulate the base of his penis, and the other to play with his scrotum. She
moved her head back and forth, which Wang Ling found even more pleasurable than having sex with a woman's vagina. He hadn't expected this young woman to possess
such skill.
Just as he was lost in ecstasy, Wang Ling suddenly reached his climax. A shiver ran down his spine, and his thick penis twitched violently twice
, releasing a stream
of semen. The girl, without hesitation, caught it with her small mouth, swallowing every last drop.
Wang Ling watched as the girl swallowed his semen, momentarily dazed. He noticed the girl suddenly give him a mysterious smile
, then everything went black, and he lost consciousness.
Old Li smoked a pipe of opium outside and strolled around a few times. Then he returned to the inn,
listening intently at the door. He heard loud snoring, but no woman's voice. Old Li knew
the master must have finished, so he pushed open the door, only to be shocked by the mess inside.

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