Chapter Sixty-Seventh: Plague
words, however, opened my eyes.""If you can understand, then it's enough. The Demon Suppression Division is far grander than you imagine, don't look at it with the eyes of a martial artist."Jiang Zuo...Shen Changqing's eyes flickered.
He had never heard of Luotan Jushi, but the date inscribed above proved this was an ancient artifact.
The current time is the 382nd year of the Qin Dynasty.
...between them.
There is a history of over two hundred years between them.
A calligraphy scroll that has existed for over two hundred years contains quite a few valuable pieces.
Although ancient calligraphy scrolls may not be useful to the general public, there will always be some people who pursue them.
Of course.
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All of it hinges on this Falling Pond Monk being someone well-known.
To be honest.
Shen Changqing was quite unfamiliar with this title.
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But he also knows his own affairs.
Although I can read, I'm only at the stage of recognizing characters. I'm not a scholar at all and know nothing about the literary world of the Qin Dynasty.
I glanced at the book notice.
Shen Changqing once again arrived in front of another painting.
The painting depicts a scene of mountains, which appear lifelike and captivating.
...when signing your name at the bottom.
The information above also caught his attention.
In the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty, Luotan layman wrote.
"Another artifact from the Qin Dynasty, 136 years ago!" Shen Changqing raised an eyebrow, it seemed like he was encountering another ancient item.
Very soon.
He looked over every scroll and painting hanging in the hall.
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Without exception.
All the dates on that seal are from the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty.
If one or two pieces were merely coincidences, then a whole roomful of artwork spanning over a century of the Qin Dynasty would be quite extraordinary.
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Shen Changqing's face couldn't help but turn serious, and immediately he walked to the table.
There was a sheet of paper with writing that had not yet been finished, the ink still wet, clearly written very recently.
And beside the book scroll, there was also another book scroll.
But the difference is that the scroll has already been written, it's just that the ink is still slightly wet, so it's placed aside.
His gaze, when he looked at the scroll, fell directly on the bottom.
In the one hundred and thirty-sixth year of the Qin dynasty, Luotan layman wrote.
The moment he saw those characters, Shen Changqing felt his breathing slow down a few beats.
At that moment.
A gentle voice echoed in the silent hall.
"Shen, what are you looking at"
The sudden sound made Shen Changqing's body tremble, and goosebumps involuntarily popped up all over his skin.
But he didn't respond immediately, instead suppressing the turmoil within him and turning to face the source of the voice.
Just happened to see Mo Zhin, holding a bowl in his hand, standing some distance away.
"My mind itches for something new, so I came to admire Brother Mo's calligraphy."
"I see."
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Mo Zijin didn't doubt him and put the bowl on an empty spot at the corner of the table.
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"Brother Shen, you have also specialized in calligraphy"
“I’m just a martial artist. I’m not very knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting, just a little curious.” Shen Changqing forced a smile and shook his head.
At the same time, a great deal of doubt arose in my heart.
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The hall was different, unusual in every way. Yet, looking at Mo Zijin before him, he couldn't detect anything out of the ordinary.
If it were a demon.
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Even being this close, it's impossible for there to be absolutely no trace of sinister aura.
In this situation, there are only two possibilities.
First.
The Mo Zi-jin in front of me is a normal person.
As for the second, it's true that the other party is a demon, but their level is far higher than I imagined.
Only then can one stand before it without realizing the leaking of one's own sinister aura.
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Compared to each other.
Shen Changqing would rather believe that the other party was the former.
There is nothing else.
He was already a martial artist of the Innate External Qi realm. The resentful and eerie ghosts in front of him couldn't completely conceal their sinister aura at all.
Even if it were a terrifying, demonic creature, Shen Changqing still believed the possibility was slim.
Besides,
Right now, there are garrison commanders in every prefecture. If a demonic entity that powerful truly appeared within the Qin territory, how could the Demon Suppression Division remain completely inactive
After all, even though the Demon Suppression Division is what it is, it's still an organization that protects Qin.
If powerful demons were to infiltrate without realizing it, what qualifications would the Demon Suppression Division have to protect the Qin Dynasty
That time.
The Great Qin may very well have half its territory overrun by demons.
Shen Changqing didn't believe that there would be such a powerful demon, capable of infiltrating silently without alerting the Demon Suppression Division.
Although I don't believe it.
But he also developed some caution towards Mo Zijin.
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"Shen, you're joking,"
Mo Zijin shook his head, smiling nonchalantly.
Then, pointing at the bowls on the table, he spoke.
"My humble abode is rather simple, and I have little to offer. I've prepared some warming broth, hoping it won't be too displeasing to Brother Shen."
“Don't be so polite, brother Mo.”
Shen Changqing looked at the murky black stuff in his bowl, his mouth twitching slightly.
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He wouldn't eat something given to him by someone else randomly, even if he hadn't noticed anything amiss about Mo Zijin.
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Last time Zhang Long's poisoned pastries, it was still because of his own true qi being powerful that he didn't get hit.
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Now the courtyard was permeated with an eerie feeling. If you drank from that bowl, who knows what might happen You could easily fall victim to them.
Taking his gaze away from the bowl, Shen Changqing subtly increased the distance between himself and Mo Zhin. He returned to his original position.
Speaking of which, I'm rather curious, Brother Mo. When did you begin to desire the pursuit of official rank once more
"Since Brother Shen is curious, then this junior has nothing to hide."
As for Shen Changqing's refusal of his kindness, Mo Zijin didn't mind too much, he also returned to his own position.
Looking at the flickering lights, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of reminiscence.
"Brother Shen should know that a few years ago, there was an outbreak of plague in the Guangyuan Prefecture area, which killed many people. Many physicians were infected and died from the plague. From then on, I realized that doctors are not omnipotent."
A career in medicine ultimately offers no prospects. To bring honor to one's family is even more of a pipe dream.
Therefore, the young man made up his mind to take the civil service examinations again. He hoped that he would be among the top scholars, and that would be enough to satisfy him.
Guangyuan Prefecture, plague!
Shen Changqing frowned.
He couldn't remember when the plague appeared in Guangyuan Mansion.
You know.
An epidemic that kills millions is definitely a major event.
Even if he had not been a resident of Guangshen Prefecture in his previous life, he would have certainly heard some clues about it.
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But after searching through all my past memories, there was not a single word about the plague.
It's just——
Looking at Mo Zijin's earnest expression, Shen Changqing felt that the other party didn't seem to be lying.
Wait a minute!
A flash of insight struck him, and a memory he had buried deep within himself suddenly surfaced.
During the 132nd year of the Qin Dynasty, the Guangyuan Prefecture was plagued by demonic forces. Numerous cities were destroyed, resulting in countless casualties and mountains of corpses. The situation ultimately led to a devastating plague that displaced millions.
According to statistics, at least millions of people died from the plague!
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That was something Shen Changqing had come across while working at the Demon Suppression Division.
The first floor of the library doesn't have much, mostly martial arts and records about demons.
The first year of the reign of Emperor Qin Shi Huang was 221 BC!
Plague!
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> Hundreds of millions have died!
Based on the information he had just seen, Shen Changqing drew a conclusion that sent chills down his spine.
Looking at Mo Zijin before him, he seemed to be in his twenties or thirties at most.
His palm was sweating unconsciously.
But Shen Changqing's face remained calm.
"As for Brother Mo's mention of the plague, I do recall it. So are you saying, Brother Mo, that you escaped the plague and therefore settled here"
"Yes."
Mo Zijin's face showed a look of sadness.
“During that plague, everyone in the city perished. My parents also died from the plague. Thankfully, I was lucky enough to not be infected, which is why I came here to settle down.”
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"I see."
Shen Changqing nodded in agreement, his heart already on high alert.
I looked at the sky.
Mo Zijin subdued his emotions and smiled: “It’s getting late, Brother Shen. Since you don’t feel like having some food to fill your stomach, then you should get some rest early.”
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He stood up.
“There’s a wing on the right side of the courtyard. Though no one lives there usually, I clean it often. Brother Shen could stay there temporarily.”
Stepping outside the main hall, Mo Zijin pointed to the position on his right.
Shen Changqing followed the direction and saw a corridor, not very long. Under the dim sky, it seemed even darker.
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By night vision, we could see the half-closed door.
Mo Zijin said, "I live in the room on the left. If Shen Ge has anything to do, you can come to me at any time."
Thank you.
Shen Changqing bowed his hands.
Mo Zijin smiled and said, "Brother Shen, you're too polite."
After finishing his words, he returned to the main hall and picked up two oil lamps. He handed one to Shen Changqing.
"The sky is getting dark, be careful, Shen."
When Shen Changqing took the oil lamp, he walked towards the corridor on his left.
Open the door.
Mo Zijin entered the room and, turning back to Shen Changqing with a slight smile, closed the door.
The originally dim room was lit by an oil lamp, and the light shone through the gauze window.
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Shen Changqing stood there, tilting his head to glance at the half-closed door on his right, then looking down at the oil lamp in his hand. For a moment, he was hesitant.
When he first arrived, it wasn't late yet.
It rained, and after some idle chatter, we didn't realize it was already evening.
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To stay or not to stay, that is the question.
"That Mo Zi Jin is clearly problematic. If we let him stay here, who knows what might happen In that case, it's better to leave and talk about it later!"
Shen Changqing's face was calm, his heart had already made a decision.
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Staying here is extremely dangerous.
Especially, every corner here exudes an eerie vibe. Even with his courage and skills, he couldn't be 100% sure he could handle it.
Thinking of this, Shen Changqing suddenly walked towards the outside of the courtyard.
It was at that moment.
A calm yet somewhat ethereal voice came from behind him.
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