Chapter 493: Punishing Yuan Zhang

After Zhu Qi was driven out, a fat man walked out from behind the scenes. It was the leader of the Money Gang, Huang Chunting.

"This dog emperor has high aspirations, but his life is worth more than paper. He has no vision at all. It would be a waste of the best rice in the valley if he keeps him."

Zhang Wuji sighed, "Let him live for a few days. When the time comes, I will cut off his head and sacrifice it. Unfortunately, the original plan to support the king has probably failed."

Huang Chunting took the cakes from the table and pinched them with his fat fingers, saying, "Now my Money Gang has been divided into small groups and scattered around. We have gathered a lot of people under the name of red scarves and transformed into the Red Scarf Army. We are just waiting for you to take over."

Zhang Wuji nodded. Originally, he was supposed to go to Shengjing to meet Huang Chunting to discuss the Red Turban Army. However, man proposes, God disposes. Shengjing has now become the base of the Mongolian army, and even several surrounding cities have fallen into the hands of foreigners. If I don't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to me.

Huang Chunting came here with three or four guards, and with Baiyue as a guarantor, Zhang Wuji accepted him. Huang Chunting was also a talented person and was quite familiar with business. Now he was in charge of the logistics of the valley and was a veritable general manager.

"Who exactly is the Mingjiao Yue Zun you mentioned earlier? I have heard Baiyue mention him several times, but I have never seen him. You said that he asked you to come to me, but I am unworthy of his kindness!"

Zhang Wuji said that the Red Turban Army was the largest rebel army in the Central Plains, and it had mobilized most of the world's people, which was a real population. With their help, he felt that his dragon energy had increased a lot. If he could integrate them into his own side, even Zhang Yansheng would be inferior to him.

Huang Chunting paused and shook his head: "Old Master Yue is very busy and has a lot of things to do every day. I am a small pawn dealing with ordinary people, so who will deal with the high-ranking cultivators? It was Yue Zun who took action, otherwise the mortal world would have changed a lot, and there would be no time for you and me to rest and recuperate."

"Then I should reward him well," Zhang Wuji nodded, but he was still a little confused. Not to mention the Money Gang, even the Moon Worshipping Group was the work of Yue Zun. He originally guessed that Yue Zun was actually a fake body created by his own master, but based on the little he had heard, he inferred that Yue Zun's behavior was completely different from the impression he had of his master.

Huang Chunting continued to stuff his snacks: "You don't need to think too much. It's unclear whether Master Yue Zun is still alive or not. A secret order was delivered earlier. Master Yue Zun has abdicated and will hand over the Ming Cult to you."

Zhang Wuji was shocked: "Yue Zun, dead?"

Huang Chunting grinned: "It's not certain whether he will live or die, but it is certain that he will not interfere in the affairs here, and there will no longer be a Lord Yue Zun in the world."

He shook his wide sleeves, revealing a red card with a pointed top and square mouth. "This is the Holy Fire Order of the Ming Cult. It is the main order. The one who holds the order will be the leader, responsible for all matters of the Ming Cult. If you accept it, you will be the second generation leader of the Ming Cult. All the resources and people of the Ming Cult will be at your disposal."

Zhang Wuji looked at the Holy Fire Token. The token was red in color and covered with lotus patterns, except for four patterns engraved on the top: a bead, a sword, a wine gourd, and a copper coin seal.

"The pearl is the water spirit pearl in Baiyue's hand, and the copper coin is the Money Gang. This means that the Ming Cult has two subordinate forces."

He thought to himself, and gently touched it with his hand, only to find that the Holy Fire Token was not a magic weapon. It was just made of solid iron and wood, without any traces of sacrifice.

"The leader once said that authority is not reflected in this wooden tablet. Having this Holy Fire Order is just a title. The so-called loyalty is not just a lip service. It depends on each person." Seeing Zhang Wuji's doubts, Huang Chunting explained: "The leader said that if you really have some strength, you will be the common ruler of the world one day. If you carve a big seal out of a carrot, everyone will recognize you. If you are not worthy of the position, even the jade seal of longevity and prosperity will not be able to suppress the rebellion of your subordinates."

"The leader never restricted us. He only said that our fate had ended and he gave us back our freedom. Old Huang, I miss the old times, and the leader has treated me well, so I recognize this token. If you accept this order, you will be the leader of the Ming Cult. Old Huang, my guys and the Red Turban Army will all be yours. Baiyue also bet on you a long time ago. As for what others think, I don't know."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji nodded and smiled in his heart. Huang Chunting seemed to have surrendered, and whether he could win him back depended entirely on his own means. As for how others would choose and who they would choose, there was no doubt that it would be between him and Wang Yansheng.

He looked at the Holy Fire Token, which was the authority of a sect and also a test. Zhang Wuji laughed and picked up the token: "I roughly know who Yue Zun is. He should be my elder. I dare not refuse the gift from the elder. I, Zhang Wuji, will accept it."

Seeing Zhang Wuji accept the token, Huang Chunting's face became serious, he straightened his clothes, brushed off the scattered cake crumbs on his body, and bowed deeply: "The Fourth Envoy of the Ming Cult, the Leader of the Money Gang, the President of the Wantong Chamber of Commerce, and the Envoy Huang Chunting pays homage to the Cult Master."

Zhang Wuji did not bother Huang Chunting any more. He disdained to use such petty tricks. He used grand and majestic tactics to suppress geniuses. He helped Huang Chunting up and said jokingly, "Huang Caishi, you are arrogant at first but respectful later. I don't like people kneeling to me. This rule does not count in our Ming Cult. I will just give up from now on."

Huang Chunting stood up with a smile: "May the leader be blessed with good health and prosperity. The immortal path will prosper. Naturally, there is no need for these miscellaneous theories to set off. This way, it is quite comfortable."

Zhang Wuji smiled, "Now that I am in power, I want to show my strength. Old Huang, you came at the right time." He pushed the geomancy map aside, "This Xuanfu City has fallen into my hands. Why not use this city as a base to expand the overall situation? I have a genius who can sow good seeds every month and grow fine rice to solve the famine. In this world, food is life. I will not make money from the national disaster."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Well, I will give you 70% of the harvest in the valley. You can use the Wantong Chamber of Commerce to buy some assets with these grains. There is only one thing, those profiteers who hoard grains and drive up the price of grains..."

Huang Chunting took over the conversation: "Don't worry, Master. If there is such a person, I, Old Huang, will be the first to skin him alive. In troubled times, we need to use severe punishments. We should first kill a few ignorant merchants to make an example of them, so as to avoid making mistakes in the future."

Zhang Wuji nodded, "The Xuan Sect has already taken action. You know the Taoist well. It's none other than Wang Yansheng. He's just starting out, and he's borrowing the power of the court. This bunch of righteous people are still clinging to the so-called orthodoxy. If the court is allowed to revive, it won't be a good thing for you, me, or anyone in the world. All the high-ranking officials in the court are rotten from top to bottom, all of them are termites. It's better to burn them all down and rebuild a new dynasty from the ruins. Even if people's minds change, the officials of previous generations can always be used."

He pointed his finger at the map and said, "He has the upper hand over the imperial court. Although the imperial court is unpopular, it still has some die-hards. We will take advantage of the situation!"

"The Mongols were defeated and their capital fell into the hands of others. They are even more determined to establish a new dynasty. I heard that they want to change Shengjing to Shunjing and name the country Yuan. The distinction between Chinese and barbarians has existed since ancient times. We should raise the banner of expelling the Tartars and restoring China, and take the lead in justice."

Zhang Wuji raised his lips slightly, revealing a murderous look: "Let's start with the Mengwu and drive these barbarians out. If they dare to raise their hands, I'll chop off their claws!"

"Great Yuan? He is just dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period. The one who will kill Yuan is Zhang Ye, and it is only me, Zhang Wuji!"

(End of this chapter)