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  Chapter 738 735【The Godlike Khitan Emperor】

  Although the Cossack robbers were heinous, the imperial court treated them very humanely, and even gave them all a meal of beheading.

   "Eat, eat this meal and go on the road."

  The leader of the jailer was walking in the aisle, and his subordinates stuffed the severed food into the cell.

  A jailer followed behind him and said, "Boss, I heard that these are the reincarnations of Rakshasa ghosts. Wouldn't killing them send them back to their hometown in the Palace of the Underworld?"

The head jailer couldn't figure out the relationship between Rakshasa and Hades, so he said angrily, "They are the reincarnations of Rakshasa ghosts, and your Majesty is still Ziwei Xing. If you offend Your Majesty, I don't care where he came from. The gods and little ghosts should be beheaded. It should be cut alive, even if the Tathagata Buddha interceded, it would be useless."

  The jailer smiled and said: "That's true. Your Majesty demolished many temples. I don't know how many disciples and grandchildren of the Tathagata Buddha were ordered to return to vulgarity."

  In fact, as long as you hold a legal certificate, even if it is a certificate from the previous dynasty, the Datong New Dynasty also recognizes your status as a monk. For such true monks and Taoist priests, not only will the government not force them to return to vulgarity, but they will also ask monks and priests to register and replace them with the legal certificates of the Datong New Dynasty.

   There must be room for manipulation in this. It is inevitable that some officials will accept bribes to make fake monks and Taoist priests real.

   But overall it is acceptable. In all provinces across the country, more than 80% of fake monks are forced to return to vulgarity. Not only will their excess land be taken back, some temples with suitable locations will also be directly converted into primary and secondary schools, and the monks and Taoists living in them will be transferred to other temples.

  The temple was changed to a school, presumably the Bodhisattva and Zhenjun are very happy.

  This religious policy has been unanimously approved by mainstream public opinion. Although there are many scholars who believe in Buddhism and Taoism, there are even more scholars who support the suppression of Buddhism and Taoism. If Confucianism is regarded as Confucianism, then the school is the missionary of Confucianism, and changing the temple concept to the school is naturally politically correct.

   It is the foolish men and women of the people who are quite critical of this practice, thinking that the emperor is disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas.

   "There's meat!"

  In the cell, the Cossack prisoners cheered.

  All countries in the world have a tradition of eating severed rice, including Tsarist Russia. But these Cossacks are all untouchables, and they don't usually pay taxes. How could the lords treat them as human beings? Don't talk about eating a beheaded meal, I haven't even heard of this kind of treatment.

  Even if they had heard of it, they wouldn’t think it was a severed meal.

  Because there is meat!

  Such a sumptuous meal, the Khitan emperor must have forgiven himself and wanted to organize these Cossacks into an army.

  The thought of serving the Khitan emperor made the Cossack prisoners even more delicious. They threw away the chopsticks, pulled them with their hands, and devoured them with high spirits.

   After all the meals were finished, the jailer took back the bowls and chopsticks, looked at the empty bowls and talked in a low voice.

   "These Rakshasa ghosts eat without raw meat when their heads are severed, and they still eat happily, and they are not afraid of missing hands and feet in the next life."

   "Hey, you don't know. These Raksha ghosts are originally from the underworld. They are not afraid of the vicious dogs on the Naihe Bridge."

   "What the hell, just pick up some meat for appetizers."

   "..."

  In ancient China, there was no meat in the severed rice, and it might just be a bowl of rice porridge. But if they can provide raw meat, they will try to provide it as much as possible, and they would rather not give cooked meat to prisoners.

  The piece of raw meat in the bowl was not for the condemned prisoner, but for the dog raised by Meng Po.

  The vicious dog next to Granny Meng often hinders the death row prisoner from reincarnating. When the death row prisoner crosses the Naihe Bridge to drink soup, he bites hard. If bitten by a naihe vicious dog, you will be born disabled after reincarnation, and you can bribe the vicious dog by adding a piece of raw meat.

   "Have you eaten all the death row prisoners?" Several officials from the Ministry of Punishment came over.

  The head jailer hurried up to meet him: "I've already eaten."

  The official of the Ministry of Penalties took out the documents: "You check, these death row prisoners are sent to be executed."

  The paperwork has been experienced once, and the prison chief has signed it. Now that the death row is being removed, the head of the jailer has to sign.

  Khabarov was taken to the execution ground, and he was very happy along the way, thinking that he would soon regain his freedom.

  In the Ming Dynasty, the execution ground in Beijing was located in Xisi Pailou, which was the busiest street market in the entire capital. Execution in public can establish prestige and let the king's law be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

  Emperor Zhao felt that this was too barbaric and very unhygienic.

  In case the condemned prisoner has an infectious disease, don't the passing people have the risk of infection?

   Now it has been changed, the execution ground is set outside the south gate, and an open space has been specially opened up for killing people.

   "Execute the execution, supervise and kill the Raksha ghost!"

  The guards beat gongs and shouted along the way, which immediately attracted many boring people, and they called their friends and escorted them to Nancheng to watch the execution.

  Those small vendors who hawk along the street do not need to pay booth fees, but they cannot stop in one place for a long time. They saw that there were many people watching the excitement, so they also carried their burdens and went to sell melon seeds and peanuts near the execution ground.

  Khabarov saw the crowds surging, and many people ran with them, and he was even more sure that he was pardoned. Perhaps his reputation of heroism had already spread here.

  He observed the shops on both sides of the street, and there were countless rare commodities. In the restaurants and restaurants, there was a faint smell of food, and the aroma of the wine made Khabarov swallow his saliva.

  If there is a heaven in the world, it must be like this place.

   Hey, no, why was he taken out of the city?

  When I came to the gate of the execution ground, there were already officials sitting there. On the execution platform, the executioner stood still with a knife in his hand.

   "No, this is not a military camp!" Khabarov yelled in horror.

  The supervisor took out a document and handed it to his deputy: "Take it and read it."

  The man immediately rode to the gate of the execution ground and read out the evil deeds of the condemned prisoner to the people watching the excitement. When the crimes were read out, the common people were filled with righteous indignation. Not to mention hundreds of murders, there was even such a thing as cannibalism.

   "Kill the Rakshasa ghost!"

   "Kill the Rakshasa ghost!"

  The voices of the common people came one after another. They didn’t know where the Raksha Kingdom was, but they remembered it very clearly at this moment: there was a Raksha Country in the north, also called Russia. There were many men who were robbers.

   There were more than 30 Cossack prisoners on death row, but there were only four executioners.

   A group of people lined up, and every time there was a flash of a knife, people's heads would fall to the ground. The executioner is too lazy to dawdle on this kind of death row prisoner of war, and he doesn't want to have family members send money to have a good time.

  Human heads rolled on the execution platform just like that.

  Khabarov, who killed people like hemp, was tough at the beginning, but he couldn't hold on after killing the fifth batch. This guy was so frightened that he was shaking all over, he couldn't even kneel up straight, and he was paralyzed in the execution ground.

  Finally, only the last batch remained, and Khabarov was dragged to the execution platform.

   "Poof!"

   A sip of shochu spewed out from the executioner's mouth, and spat it on the blood-stained knife edge.

  The cold and sharp blade made a gesture on the back of Khabarov's neck. Khabarov shrunk his neck subconsciously, his body softened, and he knelt and collapsed.

   "Keep people under the sword!"

  An official came over, took out a document and said: "Khabarov, the leader of the Rakshasa bandit, don't execute today, His Majesty wants to personally interrogate the military situation!"

   After verifying the documents, Khabarov was dragged aside, and the rest of the death row prisoners continued to execute.

   Just like that, in front of Khabarov, none of those subordinates were left.

   This guy recovered a dog's life, subconsciously thanked God, and said silently in his heart: O merciful and almighty Lord, you must be blessing. From now on, when I have money, I will donate money to build a monastery, and every year I will spend one-tenth of the money to atone for my sins.

  Many Christians are like this. When you are dying of hunger, if you give him a bowl of rice, he will think that God is giving food.

I don't know where I was taken, but an official sent over clothes, pointed to the wooden barrel filled with hot water, and said, "Before seeing Your Majesty, you must take a bath and change clothes. Wash yourself quickly, and don't let Your Majesty smell a bit bad." taste!"

  Although there was a language barrier, Khabarov understood what he should do when he saw the tub and clothes.

  The weather was very cold, Khabarov climbed into the barrel naked, picked up the handkerchief and rubbed the dirt vigorously.

  The officer was so angry that he hit him with a stick and threw a pile of soap: "You are a barbarian who doesn't know anything. You need to use soap when you take a bath. How can you cover up your stink when you take a bath without soap? What should you do if your majesty smells so bad?"

  At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was not only soap, but also the name "soap".

  Well-off people, use "Xiangpanzi", which belongs to the evolution version of "Bath Bean" in Tang and Song Dynasties, and the main ingredients are the same as modern soap. Rich and noble families use high-grade soap, which has a pleasant fragrance and different flavors to choose from.

  Khabarov was hit by a stick, looking at the soap that fell into the bath water, he didn't know what was going on.

   "Pick it up and take a bath!" The officer yelled, and pulled out another stick.

  Khabarov covered his head, took a few hits in a row, finally picked up the soap, and looked at the official with a blank expression.

  The officer pointed at the soap and pretended to be taking a bath.

  Khabarov finally understood that, rubbing the soap on his body, he soon discovered the practical use. And there was also a floral scent. He picked up the soap and brought it close to his nose. The refreshing smell made him intoxicated—it was actually an ordinary floral scent.

   Khabarov thought to himself: "This treasure for bathing must be mixed with expensive spices. I am afraid that even His Majesty the Tsar has never used it."

   After tossing for a long time, Khabarov changed into new clothes, which were the best clothes he had worn in recent years.

   "It's packed?" Several imperial city guards came on horseback.

  The officer immediately bowed and smiled apologetically: "Report to the emperor's officer, it has been packed."

  The imperial city guard pointed to an empty horse: "Get on the horse quickly, Your Majesty is waiting!"

  Khabarov looked at the magnificent horse, and was so excited that he almost cried. He felt that he should not die, and maybe he was lucky.

  In fact, whether this guy will die depends on how much information he knows about the Cossacks.

   If Emperor Zhao couldn't ask for more information, he would definitely be taken to the execution ground in a fit of rage!

  When he came outside the East Chang’an Gate, Khabarov was ordered to dismount and was searched when he entered the imperial city.

   Then, he felt himself entering a maze.

  The palace wall is majestic and the passage is wide, but it bends and turns, as if it will never come to an end. On the way, I met many guards, and there were also sporadic court ladies and female officials. This guy didn't dare to be arrogant at all, and even felt ashamed when facing female officials.

   This is him who was born as a peasant, and he has a natural awe of the powerful.

   It's as if he had private arms in his hands after he developed in the past. But when the lord took possession of his property, Khabarov didn't dare to resist at all, and he didn't dare to take revenge after he was released from prison.

  Finally, his sight became wider, and he saw many majestic palaces.

   was taken to a large hall, changed a few guards, and the female officer led them in.

   Walk up the steps and pass through the gate of the hall. The hall is empty and tall. The architectural space alone brought him a sense of oppression, making him feel humble and small.

  In the innermost part of the main hall, there is a person in yellow clothes.

   That is the Khitan Emperor.

   Only halfway through the hall, Khabarov was stopped by the guards. He looked at the emperor in front of him. The emperor's throne was on the steps, and he had to tilt his neck slightly to observe. The overall environment here, including space, distance and light, sets off the emperor like a **** overlooking all living beings.

   Subconsciously, his knees became weak, and Khabarov knelt down on the spot, prostrated himself on the ground, and said, "Great and invincible Emperor of Khitan, Khabarov sends his greetings to you. May you live to be a hundred years old."

   "Kneel down and talk." The emperor spoke, the distance was far away, the voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly.

   Between Khabarov and the emperor, there was an interpreter standing: "Your Majesty asked you to speak on your knees."

  Finally understood this time, Khabarov quickly knelt down. He didn't dare to look up at the emperor, thinking that it would be sacrilege to look more, but his eyes were fixed on the translator.

  Emperor asked: "Who is the Tsar of Russia? What is his name? How old is he?"

  Khabarov was stunned: "I... I don't know."

  He really didn't know how the guy who came to Siberia to make a living had heard about the Tsar.

  (end of this chapter)