In the secret chamber, Sixth Master could only shake his head helplessly upon hearing Wu Bing’s report about Mei Qing’s movements.
“This reckless boy never makes things easy for others. Fine, let Bu Sansi and Bu Sansi secretly tail him. Tell those two fools to be careful—he’s sharp-witted and might discover them. Also, how did Tieyi Daoist Zheng Jiu get mixed up in this affair? And who exactly is that figure in white? Have you found out anything about him yet?”
In the secret chamber, Sixth Master could only smile bitterly upon hearing Wu Bing’s report on Mei Qing’s whereabouts.
“That rascal just can’t let anyone have peace. Fine, let Bu San and Bu Si follow him discreetly. Tell those two idiots, that rascal is sharp, so be careful not to let him notice. Also, how did that Taoist Zheng Jiu get mixed up in this? And what’s the background of that guy in white? Have you found out yet?”
Wu Bing replied, “I’ve already ordered an investigation. Zheng Jiu disappeared two years ago. Some say he was being hunted and fled overseas; others say he was practicing some new spells, hence his disappearance. Last night, when Mei Qing and others killed Zheng Jiu, the iron-clad snake and the bag of ants he used were his original tools; the spells he used were nothing new either—”
Here, Wu Bing paused slightly before continuing, “According to Mei Qing’s report, the young man in white referred to Zheng Jiu as ‘Protector Zheng,’ and Zheng Jiu called the young man ‘Master Ling,’ clearly indicating they are from a sect. Zheng Jiu himself has always been a solitary practitioner, taught by the former Monkey King Yuan Chongzhen, and it’s unclear which sect he joined. As for the young man in white, he called himself Yang Jin and claimed to be from a respectable family. According to our detailed investigation, this Yang Jin is likely the second son of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud who was convicted three years ago. At that time, Yang Zui died in prison, and his two sons were exiled. Yang Jin reportedly escaped from his place of exile last year and was hidden by his father’s old friend, living with the Zhang family in Pingzhou. As for when he started practicing magic, joined a sect, or why he came to the capital, we have no further information.”
“Yang Zui?” Sixth Master murmured, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Yang Zui, then Minister of the Imperial Stud, opposed the Crown Prince’s regency and submitted a memorial criticizing Tao Zhongwen and others as charlatans, which angered the Emperor…” Mei Qing muttered, his confusion growing.
After arriving at the Records Office, Mei Qing pulled some strings with Huang the Fatty and began searching for any high-ranking officials or noble families with a descendant named Yang Jin who had been convicted. It didn’t take long before he found the case of Yang Zui, who died in prison three years ago.
To understand this, one must mention Tao Zhongwen. This Tao Zhongwen was highly favored by the current Emperor, but his identity was that of a Taoist priest.
The current Emperor, Jiajing, has always been a devout Taoist, diligently pursuing alchemy. Among the Taoist sects, the Zheng Yi sect was particularly favored by the Emperor. The former Heavenly Master, Zhang Yan, was highly trusted by Jiajing. However, after failing to bring rain and failing to help the Emperor conceive a son, he was stripped of his title and soon died of shame and anger. Later, Shao Yuanjie, the Zhiren Zhenren, not only had high cultivation but also enjoyed the Emperor’s trust, becoming the undisputed leader of the Taoist world.
Shao Yuanjie was from Guixi and was said to have been taught by a mysterious figure in his youth, mastering the arts of controlling wind and rain, and communicating with spirits. After meeting Jiajing, he repeatedly proved his abilities and quickly rose to prominence, becoming the de facto leader of the Taoist world.
Tao Zhongwen was a close friend of Shao Yuanjie and, through his recommendation, also gained the Emperor’s favor. Three years ago, Tao Zhongwen suddenly warned of a fire disaster in the palace, urging caution. Unexpectedly, his prediction came true when a fire broke out in the palace at night in February. If not for Lu Bing being on duty and rescuing the Emperor, the consequences would have been dire.
After the incident, it was discovered that the fire was caused by a group of thieves who accidentally knocked over a lamp while attempting to steal from the palace. Several valuable items were stolen. The Emperor, enraged, naturally rewarded Shao and Tao generously. However, Shao Yuanjie soon claimed that a heavenly calamity was approaching and he needed to seclude himself to cultivate, leaving a letter and disappearing.
Shortly after, an imperial edict promoted Tao Zhongwen to Zhongxiao Bingyi Zhenren, in charge of Taoist affairs; soon after, he was also appointed as Junior Guardian and Minister of Rites, receiving a first-rank salary. The Emperor even expressed his desire to follow Tao Zhongwen in cultivating the Tao, ordering the Crown Prince to temporarily handle state affairs.
Upon the issuance of the edict, the ministers were shocked, and memorials of remonstrance flooded in. The most scathing was from Yang Zui, the Minister of the Imperial Stud. Yang Zui not only argued that the Crown Prince was too young to handle state affairs but also directly accused Tao Zhongwen of being a charlatan who used sorcery to deceive the Emperor, deserving to be arrested and punished.
This memorial enraged the Emperor, who immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to arrest Yang Zui and throw him in prison. Shortly after, Yang Zui died mysteriously.
According to the secret archives in the Records Office, Yang Zui’s death was highly suspicious. It was said that after being imprisoned, he went mad before even being interrogated, biting anyone he saw like a rabid dog. He also scratched himself until there was no intact skin left. Locked in his cell, he banged his head against the wall while laughing maniacally. After three days and nights of this, he finally died.
After Yang Zui’s death, his two sons were exiled to Yunnan. The eldest son, Yang Chu, died soon after due to the harsh conditions. The second son, Yang Jin, reportedly escaped last year and disappeared without a trace.
“Is that all? No news after Yang Jin escaped?” Mei Qing asked, somewhat frustrated.
“That’s all we have. If you want more, you might have to check with your internal group. I say, Mei, what are you up to? Why are you always checking the archives these days?” Huang the Fatty’s round face seemed to have grown even rounder, his laughter causing his cheeks to jiggle.
Mei Qing thought for a moment before saying softly, “Brother Huang, I won’t hide it from you. A case from a few days ago involved Yang Jin—it seems he’s returned to the capital, but we can’t find where he’s hiding. That’s why I’m busy looking through the records, hoping to find some clues.”
Huang Zhongman looked thoughtful and said, “He dares to come back? What for? Mei, you don’t have to say, but I suspect it’s no small matter. Back then, his father Yang Zui died in prison, and people said it was all very mysterious, probably involving something big. If this kid is back, he’s definitely up to something. Who would dare to take him in? If he’s really back, it’s probably the people who helped him escape planning something, likely using his identity as Yang Zui’s son to stir up trouble.”
Mei Qing nodded repeatedly, thinking for a moment before asking, “Brother Huang, do you know where officials like Yang Zui are buried after they die?”
Huang Zhongman thought for a long time before saying, “I vaguely remember something about this. Yang Zui’s burial was different from other convicted officials. According to the laws of our Great Ming, those sentenced to death are usually allowed to be buried by their families; those guilty of heinous crimes are displayed in the streets as a warning. Yang Zui was considered a serious criminal, but because he died so strangely and his body wasn’t in good condition, the higher-ups ordered his body to be dumped in the ancestral hall of his old residence, left to rot, and not allowed to be buried. His old residence is outside the West Gate near Liangshui Well, long sealed and abandoned.”
Mei Qing nodded, his face deep in thought, and said nothing more.
In the evening, Mei Qing once again communicated with Bi Zhen through their spiritual connection, recounting the events of the past two days in detail.
When she heard about the antics of Sun Bu San and Sun Bu Si, Bi Zhen couldn’t help but laugh for a long time. Even through their spiritual connection, Mei Qing seemed to hear her familiar, clear laughter ringing in his ears.
“That’s so funny! So the Imperial Guards are full of such characters. Too bad I didn’t get to see them. If I ever run into them, I’ll have to take a good look.”
When she heard that Bu San and Bu Si had a sister, Bi Zhen hesitated and said, “You know I’m half a member of the Qingjing Sect, but I’ve never heard of anyone daring to use the name of Qingjing Zhenren. From what you’ve said, Bu San and Bu Si are quite skilled in cultivation, so they shouldn’t be unknown figures. How could they have a sister with such an unclear background? There might be something strange here, so you should be careful.”
Mei Qing agreed repeatedly, though he also had his doubts. The name Sun Bu Er was well-known, and who would dare to use it as their own? Not just the Qingjing Sect, but even the Quanzhen Sect wouldn’t allow such a thing. But these two brothers talked about it so casually, seemingly without any pretense, so their sister must have some other secret.
When they discussed the technique of the Myriad Puppets and the transformations of the puppet clones, Bi Zhen expressed some concern, “I’ve heard of the Myriad Puppets, but it hasn’t been seen in the world for a long time. I didn’t expect you to encounter it.”
Mei Qing said, “It seems Bu San and Bu Si have heard of it too. At the time, they seemed quite wary. Fortunately, they managed to injure it as soon as they attacked, so we didn’t see anything more dangerous.” He then described the fight to Bi Zhen.
Bi Zhen said, “It’s not that easy. The puppet you saw was likely a magical tool made by an elder for a junior’s protection, much like the things I have. Its power is far from what the original user could achieve. Bu San and Bu Si’s technique is quite deceptive; most people would fall for it.”
Mei Qing laughed, “The real trick came later. Listen to this.” He then recounted how the brothers killed Zheng Jiu, the Iron-Clad Taoist. “Iron-Clad Taoist?” Bi Zhen was somewhat surprised. “He was quite famous back in the day. It’s said he came from a poor background and was very short, suffering bullying since childhood. Later, he was taken in as a disciple and specialized in the art of controlling objects. In battle, he was extremely ruthless and cunning, so he made quite a few enemies. Later, it was said he offended someone he shouldn’t have and fled overseas. I wonder how he ended up here? He’s done so many bad things, so it’s fitting that Bu San and Bu Si killed him. By the way, was it scary seeing someone killed for the first time?”
Mei Qing was somewhat dazed. When Bu San and Bu Si killed Zheng Jiu, Yao and Zhou seemed indifferent; Zhao Dayou was initially panicked but later, upon seeing Zheng Jiu’s headless body, was so scared he could barely walk. But Mei Qing himself felt strangely calm, as if it were a common occurrence.
“I didn’t feel much, maybe because it was a life-and-death situation, so I forgot about it,” Mei Qing finally said.
Bi Zhen was somewhat disappointed and after a long pause said, “It’s a pity I’m trapped here and can’t be with you in times of danger.”
Under the same bright moon, both felt a sense of longing and sorrow, and they fell silent.
Wu Bing paused briefly before continuing, “According to Mei Qing’s report, the young man in white addressed Zheng Jiu as Guardian Zheng, while Zheng Jiu called him ‘Lord Commander,’ indicating they belong to some sect. Zheng Jiu was always a solitary cultivator, having studied under Yuanwang Yuan Chongzhen in his youth, but no one knows which sect he later joined. As for the young man in white, he calls himself Yang Jin and claims to come from an honorable family. According to our detailed investigation, this Yang Jin is likely the second son of Yang Zui, the former Grand Minister of Imperial Stables, who fell into disgrace and died in prison three years ago. Both sons were exiled. Yang Jin reportedly escaped from his assigned residence last year and was hidden by his father’s old friend, taking refuge in the Zhang household in Pingzhou. As for when he began cultivating, which sect he joined, and why he came to the capital, we have no further information.”
“Yang Zui?” murmured Sixth Master, his eyes clouded with confusion.
In the secret chamber, Sixth Master could only smile bitterly upon hearing Wu Bing’s report on Mei Qing’s whereabouts.
“That rascal just can’t let anyone have peace. Forget it, let Bu San and Bu Si follow him discreetly. Tell those two fools that the kid is sharp, so they better not let him notice. Also, how did that Iron Robe Taoist Zheng Jiu get mixed up in this? And what’s the background of that guy in white? Have we found out anything yet?”
Wu Bing replied, “I’ve already ordered an investigation. Zheng Jiu disappeared two years ago. At the time, it was said he was being hunted and fled overseas; others claimed he was practicing some new spells, hence his disappearance. Last night, when Mei Qing and others killed Zheng Jiu, the Iron Robe Snake and the bag of Jiao Ants he used were his original tools; the spells he used didn’t seem particularly novel—”
Here, Wu Bing paused slightly before continuing, “According to Mei Qing’s report, the young man in white referred to Zheng Jiu as ‘Guardian Zheng,’ and Zheng Jiu called the young man ‘Lord Ling,’ clearly indicating they are part of a sect. Zheng Jiu himself has always practiced alone, taught by the former Ape King Yuan Zhongzhen, and it’s unclear which sect he joined. As for the young man in white, he called himself Yang Jin and claimed to be from a respectable family. According to our detailed investigation, this Yang Jin is likely the second son of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud who was convicted three years ago. At that time, Yang Zui died in prison, and his two sons were exiled. Yang Jin reportedly escaped from his place of exile last year and was hidden by his father’s old friend, living with the Zhang family in Pingzhou. As for when he started practicing magic, joined a sect, or why he came to the capital, we don’t have more information.”
“Yang Zui?” Sixth Master murmured, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Yang Zui, then Minister of the Imperial Stud, opposed the Crown Prince’s regency in a memorial. He accused Tao Zhongwen and others of being alchemists, which angered the Emperor…” Mei Qing muttered, his confusion growing.
After arriving at the Records Office, Mei Qing used his connections with Huang the Fatty to look into whether there was any high-ranking official or noble family with a descendant named Yang Jin who had been convicted. It didn’t take long to find the case of Yang Zui, who died in prison three years ago.
To talk about this, one must mention Tao Zhongwen. This Tao Zhongwen was highly favored by the current Emperor, but his identity was that of a Taoist priest.
The current Emperor, Jiajing, has always been a devout Taoist, diligent in alchemical practices. Among the Taoist sects, he particularly favored the Zhengyi sect. The former Heavenly Master Zhang Yan was highly trusted by Jiajing, but later, due to failed rain prayers and unsuccessful attempts to help the Emperor conceive a son, he was stripped of his title and soon died of shame and anger. After that, Shao Yuanjie, the Zhiren Taoist, not only had high cultivation but also enjoyed the Emperor’s trust, becoming the undisputed leader of the Taoist world.
Shao Yuanjie was from Guixi and was said to have been taught the Dragon Diagram and Turtle Model by a mysterious person in his youth, enabling him to control wind and rain and communicate with spirits. After meeting Jiajing, his abilities were repeatedly proven, and he rose to prominence, becoming the de facto leader of the Taoist world.
Tao Zhongwen was a friend of Shao Yuanjie and, through his recommendation, also gained the Emperor’s favor. Three years ago, Tao Zhongwen suddenly warned of a fire disaster in the palace, advising caution. Unexpectedly, his prediction came true when a fire broke out in the palace at night in February. If not for Lu Bing being on duty and rescuing the Emperor, the consequences would have been dire.
After the incident, it was discovered that the fire was caused by a group of thieves who accidentally knocked over a lamp while attempting to steal. Several valuable items were stolen. The Emperor, furious, naturally rewarded Shao and Tao generously. However, Shao Yuanjie soon claimed that a heavenly calamity was approaching and he needed to find a quiet place to cultivate, leaving a letter and disappearing.
Shortly after, an imperial edict promoted Tao Zhongwen to the position of Zhongxiao Bingyi Taoist, in charge of Taoist affairs; soon after, he was also appointed as the Minister of Rites and given the title of Shaofu, receiving a first-rank salary. The Emperor even expressed his desire to follow Tao Zhongwen in Taoist cultivation, ordering the Crown Prince to temporarily handle state affairs.
Once the edict was issued, the ministers were shocked, and memorials of remonstrance flooded in. The most pointed one came from Yang Zui, the Minister of the Imperial Stud. Yang Zui not only argued that the Crown Prince was too young to handle state affairs but also directly accused Tao Zhongwen of being an alchemist who used sorcery to deceive the Emperor, deserving to be arrested and punished.
This memorial enraged the Emperor, who immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to arrest Yang Zui and imprison him. Unexpectedly, Yang Zui died mysteriously shortly after being imprisoned.
According to the secret archives of the Records Office, Yang Zui’s death was quite suspicious. It was said that after being imprisoned, he became delirious before even being interrogated, biting anyone he saw like a mad dog. He also scratched himself all over, leaving no intact skin. In his cell, he banged his head against the wall while laughing maniacally. After three days and nights of this, he died.
After Yang Zui’s death, his two sons were exiled to Yunnan. The eldest son, Yang Chu, died soon after due to the harsh conditions. The second son, Yang Jin, reportedly escaped last year and disappeared without a trace.
“Is that all? No news after Yang Jin escaped?” Mei Qing asked, somewhat frustrated.
“That’s all we have. If you want more, you might have to look within your own group. I say, Mei, what are you up to? Why are you checking archives so frequently these days?” Huang the Fatty’s round face seemed to have grown even larger, his laughter making his cheeks jiggle.
Mei Qing thought for a moment before saying softly, “Brother Huang, I won’t hide it from you. A few days ago, a case involved Yang Jin—it seems he’s returned to the capital, but we can’t find where he’s hiding. That’s why I’m busy looking through the records, hoping to find some clues.”
Huang Zhongman looked thoughtful and said, “He dares to come back? What for? Mei, you don’t have to say, but I suspect it’s not a small matter. Back then, his father Yang Zui died in prison, and people talked about it mysteriously, suggesting it was a big deal. If this kid is back, he’s definitely up to something. Who would dare to shelter him? If he’s really back, it’s probably part of a plan by those who helped him escape, likely to use his identity as Yang Zui’s son for some scheme.”
Mei Qing nodded repeatedly, thinking for a moment before asking, “Brother Huang, do you know where officials like Yang Zui are buried after they die?”
Huang Zhongman thought for a long time before saying, “I vaguely remember something about this. After Yang Zui died, there was a special edict, different from the usual treatment of convicted officials. According to the laws of our Great Ming, if someone is sentenced to death, their family is allowed to bury them; if the crime is heinous, the body is displayed in the market as a warning. Yang Zui was considered a serious criminal, but because he died strangely and his body wasn’t in good condition, the higher-ups ordered his body to be thrown into his old family shrine and left to rot, not to be buried. His old house is outside the West Gate near Liangshui Well, long sealed and abandoned.”
Mei Qing nodded, his face deep in thought, and said nothing more.
In the evening, Mei Qing communicated with Bi Zhen again, recounting the events of the past two days in detail.
When she heard about the antics of Sun Bu San and Sun Bu Si, Bi Zhen couldn’t help but laugh for a long time. Even through their mental connection, Mei Qing seemed to hear her familiar, clear laughter ringing in his ears.
“That’s so funny! So the Imperial Guards are full of such characters. Too bad I didn’t get to see them. If I ever meet them, I’ll have to take a good look.”
When she heard that Bu San and Bu Si had a sister, Bi Zhen hesitated and said, “You know I’m half a member of the Qingjing Sect, but I’ve never heard of anyone daring to use the name of the Qingjing Taoist. From what you’ve said, Bu San and Bu Si are quite skilled, so they shouldn’t be unknown. How could they have a sister with such an unclear background? There might be something strange here, so you should be careful.”
Mei Qing agreed repeatedly, though he also had his doubts. The name Sun Bu Er was legendary; who would dare to use it for themselves? Not just the Qingjing Sect, but even the Quanzhen Sect wouldn’t allow such a thing. But these two brothers talked about it so casually, and it didn’t seem like they were lying, so their sister must have some other secret.
When it came to the Ten Thousand Puppets Technique and the transformation of the puppet clone, Bi Zhen expressed some concern, saying, “I’ve heard of the Ten Thousand Puppets Technique, but it hasn’t been seen in the world for a long time. I didn’t expect you to encounter it.”
Mei Qing said, “The Sun Bu San brothers seemed to have heard of it too. At the time, they seemed quite wary. Fortunately, they managed to injure it as soon as they attacked, so we didn’t see anything more powerful.” He then described the fight to Bi Zhen.
Bi Zhen said, “It’s not that easy. The puppet you saw was definitely a magical tool made by an elder for a junior’s protection, like the things I have. Its power is far from what the user could achieve on their own. The Sun Bu San and Sun Bu Si brothers’ technique is quite deceptive; most people would be fooled by it.”
Mei Qing laughed and said, “The real deception came later. Let me finish.” He then recounted how the brothers killed Iron Robe Zheng Jiu. “Iron Robe Taoist?” Bi Zhen was somewhat surprised. “That guy was quite famous back in the day. He was said to be from a poor background and very short, suffering bullying since childhood. Later, he was taken in as a disciple and specialized in object manipulation. In combat, he was extremely ruthless and cunning, so he made a lot of enemies. Later, it was said he offended someone he shouldn’t have and fled overseas. I wonder how he ended up here? He’s done so many bad things, so it’s fitting that the Bu San and Bu Si brothers killed him. By the way, wasn’t it scary the first time you saw someone kill someone?”
Mei Qing was somewhat dazed. When Bu San and Bu Si killed Zheng Jiu, Yao and Zhou seemed indifferent; Zhao Dayou was initially panicked but didn’t show it, but after seeing Zheng Jiu’s headless body, he was so scared he could barely walk. Mei Qing himself was strangely calm, as if it were a common occurrence.
“I didn’t feel much, maybe because it was a life-and-death situation, so I forgot about it,” Mei Qing finally said.
Bi Zhen was somewhat disappointed and said after a long while, “It’s a pity that I’m trapped here and can’t be with you in times of danger.”
Under the same bright moon, both felt a sense of longing and sorrow, and they fell silent.
After arriving at the Records Bureau, Mei Qing used a favor with Fat Huang to look up any records of Yang family members—specifically descendants of disgraced officials named Yang Jin. It didn’t take long to uncover the case of Yang Zui’s imprisonment and death three years ago.
To understand this matter fully, one must mention Dian Zhenren Tao Zhongwen. Tao, a Daoist priest, enjoyed immense favor from the current emperor.
The present emperor, Jiajing, has always been deeply devoted to Daoism, especially alchemy. Across the empire, talismans and cinnabar were widely used, with the Zhengyi sect receiving particular favor. In the past, Zhang Tian Shi Zhang Yan was highly trusted by Jiajing. However, when his prayers for rain failed and his attempts to help the emperor conceive an heir proved fruitless, he was stripped of the Tian Shi title and died soon after in shame and grief.
Later, Zhiyi Zhenren Shao Yuanjie, possessing both profound cultivation and the emperor’s favor, became the most prominent Daoist figure of the time. A native of Guixi, Shao was said to have mastered divine techniques in childhood, capable of summoning wind and rain and communicating with spirits. After meeting Emperor Jiajing and proving his abilities repeatedly, he soared to prominence, becoming the de facto leader of Daoism in the empire.
Tao Zhongwen, originally a close friend of Shao Yuanjie, was introduced to the emperor and also gained imperial favor. Three years ago, Tao warned of a potential fire within the palace. Indeed, in February, a sudden fire broke out at night. If not for Lu Bing being on duty and rescuing the emperor from the flames, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
After investigation, it was discovered that the fire had been caused by a group of thieves who accidentally knocked over a lantern while attempting to break into the palace. Several valuable items were also stolen. Enraged, the emperor lavishly rewarded both Shao and Tao. However, within days, Shao claimed a heavenly tribulation was approaching and left a letter before vanishing without a trace.
In the secret chamber, Sixth Master could only smile bitterly upon hearing Wu Bing’s report on Mei Qing’s whereabouts.
“That rascal just can’t let anyone rest easy. Fine, let Bu San and Bu Si secretly follow him. Tell those two idiots that the kid is sharp, so they better not let him notice. Also, how did that Iron Robe Taoist Zheng Jiu get mixed up in this? And what’s the background of that guy in white? Have you found out anything?”
Wu Bing replied, “I’ve already ordered an investigation. Zheng Jiu disappeared two years ago. Some say he was being hunted and fled overseas; others say he was practicing some new spells, which is why he vanished. Last night, when Mei Qing and the others killed Zheng Jiu, he used his Iron Robe Snake and the bag of Ant Dragons—both were his original tools. The spells he used weren’t anything new either—”
At this point, Wu Bing paused slightly before continuing, “According to Mei Qing’s report, the young man in white referred to Zheng Jiu as ‘Guardian Zheng,’ while Zheng Jiu called him ‘Master Ling,’ clearly indicating they belong to a sect. Zheng Jiu himself has always been a solitary practitioner, having learned from the former Monkey King, Yuan Chongzhen. It’s unclear which sect he joined. As for the young man in white, he calls himself Yang Jin and claims to be from a respectable family. After a thorough investigation, we believe this Yang Jin is likely the second son of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud who was convicted three years ago. At that time, Yang Zui died in prison, and his two sons were exiled. Yang Jin reportedly escaped from his place of exile last year and was hidden by his father’s old friend, living with the Zhang family in Pingzhou. As for when he started practicing magic, joined a sect, or why he came to the capital, we have no further information.”
“Yang Zui?” Sixth Master murmured, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud, opposed the Crown Prince’s regency and submitted a memorial criticizing Tao Zhongwen and others for their alchemical practices, which angered the Emperor…” Mei Qing muttered to himself, his confusion growing.
After arriving at the Records Office, Mei Qing pulled some strings with Huang the Fat and began searching for any high-ranking officials or noble families with the surname Yang who had a descendant named Yang Jin. It didn’t take long for him to uncover the case of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud, who died in prison three years ago.
To understand this case, one must mention Tao Zhongwen. Tao Zhongwen, a Taoist priest, was highly favored by the current Emperor Jiajing, who was deeply devoted to Taoism and alchemy. Among the Taoist sects, the Emperor particularly favored the Zhengyi sect. Zhang Yan, the former Celestial Master, was once highly trusted by Jiajing. However, after failing to bring rain and failing to help the Emperor conceive a son, Zhang Yan was stripped of his title and soon died of shame and anger. Later, Shao Yuanjie, the Zhiren Master, not only had exceptional cultivation but also enjoyed the Emperor’s trust, becoming the undisputed leader of the Taoist world.
Shao Yuanjie was from Guixi and was said to have been taught the Dragon Diagram and Turtle Script by a mysterious figure in his youth, granting him the ability to control wind and rain, exorcise ghosts, and communicate with immortals. After meeting Jiajing, he repeatedly demonstrated his abilities, quickly rising to prominence and becoming the de facto leader of the Taoist world.
Tao Zhongwen was a close friend of Shao Yuanjie and, through his recommendation, also gained the Emperor’s favor. Three years ago, Tao Zhongwen suddenly warned of a fire disaster in the palace, urging caution. Unexpectedly, his prediction came true when a fire broke out in the palace one night in February. If not for Lu Bing, who happened to be on duty and rescued the Emperor, the consequences would have been dire.
After the incident, it was discovered that the fire had been caused by a group of thieves who had accidentally knocked over a lamp while attempting to steal from the palace. Several valuable items were stolen. The Emperor, furious, naturally rewarded Shao and Tao generously. However, Shao Yuanjie soon claimed that a heavenly calamity was approaching and that he needed to retreat to a secluded place to cultivate, leaving a letter and disappearing.
Shortly after, an imperial edict promoted Tao Zhongwen to the position of Zhongxiao Bingyi Master, in charge of Taoist affairs. He was also appointed as the Minister of Rites and later as the Junior Guardian, receiving a first-rank salary. The Emperor even expressed his desire to follow Tao Zhongwen in cultivating the Tao, ordering the Crown Prince to temporarily handle state affairs.
The edict shocked the court, and memorials of protest flooded in. The most scathing one came from Yang Zui, the Minister of the Imperial Stud. Yang Zui not only argued that the Crown Prince was too young to handle state affairs but also directly accused Tao Zhongwen of being a charlatan who used sorcery to deceive the Emperor, urging that he be arrested and punished.
This memorial enraged the Emperor, who immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to arrest Yang Zui and throw him in prison. Not long after, Yang Zui died under mysterious circumstances.
According to the secret archives of the Records Office, Yang Zui’s death was highly suspicious. It was said that after being imprisoned, he became violently insane before even being interrogated, biting anyone who came near him like a mad dog. He clawed at his own body until there was no intact skin left. Locked in his cell, he repeatedly banged his head against the wall while laughing maniacally. After three days and nights of this, he finally died.
After Yang Zui’s death, his two sons were exiled to Yunnan. The eldest son, Yang Chu, died soon after due to the harsh conditions. The second son, Yang Jin, reportedly escaped last year and disappeared without a trace.
“Is that all? No news after Yang Jin escaped?” Mei Qing asked, somewhat frustrated.
“That’s all we have. If you want more, you might have to check with your internal group. I say, Mei, what are you up to? Why are you always digging through archives these days?” Huang the Fat’s round face seemed to grow even rounder as he smiled, his cheeks almost jiggling.
Mei Qing thought for a moment before saying softly, “Brother Huang, I won’t hide it from you. A case I’m working on recently involved Yang Jin—it seems he’s returned to the capital, but we can’t find where he’s hiding. That’s why I’ve been busy going through the records, looking for any clues.”
Huang Zhongman looked thoughtful. “He dares to come back? What for? Mei, you don’t have to say, but I suspect it’s not something small. Back then, when his father Yang Zui died in prison, people said it was all very mysterious, and it probably involved something big. If this kid has come back, he’s definitely up to something. Who would dare to take him in? If he’s really back, it’s probably the people who helped him escape who are behind it, likely planning to use his identity as Yang Zui’s son for something.”
Mei Qing nodded repeatedly, thinking for a moment before asking, “Brother Huang, do you know where officials like Yang Zui are buried after they die?”
Huang Zhongman thought for a long time before saying, “I vaguely remember something about this. Yang Zui’s case was special because there was a specific edict about his burial, unlike other convicted officials. According to the laws of the Great Ming, if someone is executed for a crime, their family is allowed to bury them. If the crime is particularly heinous, the body is displayed in the market as a warning. Yang Zui’s crime was serious, but because he died so strangely and his body wasn’t in a good state, the higher-ups ordered that his corpse be thrown into his old family shrine and left to rot, with no burial allowed. His old house is outside the West Gate, near Liangshui Well. It’s been sealed off and left abandoned for years.”
Mei Qing nodded, his face deep in thought, and said nothing more.
That evening, Mei Qing once again communicated with Bi Zhen through their spiritual connection, recounting the events of the past two days in detail.
When she heard about the antics of Sun Bu San and Sun Bu Si, Bi Zhen couldn’t help but laugh for a long time. Even though they were communicating through thoughts, Mei Qing could almost hear her familiar, clear laughter ringing in his ears.
“That’s hilarious! So the Imperial Guards are full of such characters? Too bad I didn’t get to see them. If I ever run into them, I’ll have to take a good look.”
When she heard that Bu San and Bu Si had a sister, Bi Zhen hesitated for a moment before saying, “You know I’m half a member of the Qingjing Sect, but I’ve never heard of anyone daring to use the name of the Qingjing Master as their own. From what you’ve said, Bu San and Bu Si are quite skilled in cultivation, so they shouldn’t be unknown figures. How could they have a sister with such an unclear background? There might be something strange going on here. You should be careful.”
Mei Qing agreed, though he also had his doubts. The name Sun Bu Er was legendary—who would dare to use it as their own? Not only the Qingjing Sect but even the Quanzhen Sect wouldn’t allow such a thing. Yet the two brothers spoke of her so casually, and it didn’t seem like they were lying. Their sister must have some other secret.
When Mei Qing mentioned the Ten Thousand Puppets technique and the transformations of the puppet clones, Bi Zhen grew somewhat concerned. “I’ve heard of the Ten Thousand Puppets technique, but it hasn’t been seen in the world for a long time. I didn’t expect you to encounter it.”
Mei Qing said, “The Bu San brothers seemed to have heard of it too. I noticed they were quite wary at the time. Fortunately, they managed to injure the puppet as soon as they attacked, so we didn’t see anything more terrifying.” He then described the fight to Bi Zhen.
Bi Zhen said, “It’s not that easy. The puppet you encountered was likely a tool made by a senior for a junior’s protection, like the things I have. Its power is far from what the original user could achieve. The Bu San and Bu Si brothers’ technique is quite deceptive. Most people would probably fall for it.”
Mei Qing laughed. “The real deception came later. Let me finish the story.” He then recounted how the brothers tricked and killed the Iron Robe Zheng Jiu. “The Iron Robe Taoist?” Bi Zhen was somewhat surprised. “That guy was quite famous back in the day. He came from a poor background and was very short, so he was bullied a lot as a child. Later, he was taken in as a disciple and specialized in object manipulation. In battle, he was extremely ruthless and cunning, so he made a lot of enemies. Later, it was said he offended someone he shouldn’t have and fled overseas. I wonder how he ended up here? He’s done so many bad things, so it’s fitting that the Bu San and Bu Si brothers killed him. By the way, was this your first time seeing someone killed? Weren’t you scared?”
Mei Qing was somewhat dazed. When Bu San and Bu Si killed Zheng Jiu, Yao and Zhou seemed unfazed; Zhao Dayou was initially panicked but didn’t show it, though he was so scared by Zheng Jiu’s headless corpse afterward that he could barely walk. Mei Qing, however, felt strangely calm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“I didn’t really feel anything. Maybe it was because we were in a life-or-death situation, so I forgot about it,” Mei Qing finally said.
Bi Zhen was somewhat disappointed. After a long pause, she said, “It’s a pity that I’m trapped here and couldn’t be with you in such a critical moment.”
Under the bright moon, both of them felt a sense of longing and melancholy, and they fell into silence.
In the secret chamber, Sixth Master could only smile bitterly upon hearing Wu Bing’s report on Mei Qing’s whereabouts.
“That rascal just can’t let anyone have peace. Fine, let Bu San and Bu Si follow him discreetly. Tell those two fools that the kid is sharp, so they better not let him notice. Also, how did that Taoist Zheng Jiu get mixed up in this? And what’s the background of that guy in white? Have we found out yet?”
Wu Bing replied, “I’ve already ordered an investigation. Zheng Jiu disappeared two years ago. Some say he was being hunted and fled overseas; others claim he was practicing new spells, hence his disappearance. Last night, when Mei Qing and others killed Zheng Jiu, he used his Iron Clothes Snake and the bag of Jiao Ants, which were his original tools. The spells he used didn’t seem particularly novel—”
Here, Wu Bing paused slightly before continuing, “According to Mei Qing’s report, the young man in white addressed Zheng Jiu as ‘Protector Zheng,’ and Zheng Jiu called him ‘Master Ling,’ indicating they belong to a sect. Zheng Jiu himself has always practiced alone, having learned from the Monkey King Yuan Chongzhen, but it’s unclear which sect he joined. As for the young man in white, he calls himself Yang Jin and claims to be from a respectable family. Our detailed investigation suggests that this Yang Jin is likely the second son of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud who was convicted three years ago. At that time, Yang Zui died in prison, and his two sons were exiled. Yang Jin reportedly escaped from his place of exile last year and was hidden by his father’s old friend, living with the Zhang family in Pingzhou. As for when he started practicing magic, joined a sect, or why he came to the capital, we have no further information.”
“Yang Zui?” Sixth Master murmured, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Yang Zui, then the Minister of the Imperial Stud, opposed the Crown Prince’s regency in a memorial. He accused Tao Zhongwen and others of being charlatans, which angered the Emperor…” Mei Qing muttered to himself, his confusion growing.
After arriving at the Records Department, Mei Qing used his connection with Fatty Huang to look into whether any high-ranking officials or prominent families with the surname Yang had a descendant named Yang Jin who had been convicted. It didn’t take long to uncover the case of Yang Zui, the former Minister of the Imperial Stud, who died in prison three years ago.
To understand this incident, one must mention Tao Zhongwen, a Taoist priest highly favored by the current Emperor Jiajing, who is deeply devoted to Taoism and alchemy. The Emperor particularly revered the Zhengyi sect. Zhang Yan, the Heavenly Master at the time, was highly trusted by Jiajing. However, after failing to bring rain and failing to help the Emperor conceive a son, he was stripped of his title and soon died of shame and anger. Later, Shao Yuanjie, another Taoist priest, not only had exceptional skills but also gained the Emperor’s trust, becoming the leading figure in the Taoist community.
Shao Yuanjie, originally from Guixi, was said to have been taught by a mysterious figure in his youth, mastering the arts of controlling wind and rain and communicating with spirits. After meeting Jiajing, his abilities were repeatedly proven, and he rose to prominence, becoming the de facto leader of the Taoist community.
Tao Zhongwen, a friend of Shao Yuanjie, also gained the Emperor’s favor through Shao’s recommendation. Three years ago, Tao Zhongwen suddenly warned of a fire disaster in the palace, urging caution. Unexpectedly, a fire broke out in the palace in February. If it weren’t for Lu Bing, who was on duty and rescued the Emperor, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Upon investigation, it was discovered that the fire was caused by a group of thieves who accidentally knocked over a lamp while attempting to steal from the palace. Several valuable items were stolen. The Emperor, furious, rewarded Shao and Tao generously. However, Shao Yuanjie soon claimed that a heavenly calamity was approaching and needed to find a quiet place to practice, leaving a letter and disappearing.
Shortly after, an imperial decree promoted Tao Zhongwen to the title of Loyal and Filial Zhengyi Master, in charge of Taoist affairs. He was later appointed as the Minister of Rites and granted the title of Junior Guardian, receiving a first-rank salary. The Emperor even expressed his desire to follow Tao Zhongwen in practicing Taoism, ordering the Crown Prince to temporarily handle state affairs.
The decree shocked the court, and memorials of remonstrance flooded in. The most scathing was from Yang Zui, the Minister of the Imperial Stud. Yang Zui not only argued that the Crown Prince was too young to handle state affairs but also directly accused Tao Zhongwen of being a charlatan who used sorcery to deceive the Emperor, deserving to be arrested and punished.
This memorial enraged the Emperor, who immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to arrest Yang Zui and throw him into prison. Not long after, Yang Zui died under mysterious circumstances.
According to the secret archives of the Records Department, Yang Zui’s death was highly suspicious. It was said that after being imprisoned, he became violently insane before even being interrogated, biting anyone he saw like a mad dog. He scratched himself until there was no intact skin left. He banged his head against the wall while laughing maniacally, continuing for three days and nights until he died.
After Yang Zui’s death, his two sons were exiled to Yunnan. The eldest son, Yang Chu, died soon after due to the harsh climate. The second son, Yang Jin, reportedly escaped last year and disappeared without a trace.
“Is that all? No further news after Yang Jin escaped?” Mei Qing asked, somewhat frustrated.
“That’s all we have. Unless you check with your internal group, we can’t find more. I say, Mei, what are you up to? Why are you checking archives so frequently?” Fatty Huang’s round face seemed to expand as he smiled, his cheeks almost trembling.
Mei Qing thought for a moment before saying softly, “Brother Huang, I won’t hide it from you. A case a few days ago involved Yang Jin—it seems he’s returned to the capital, but we can’t find where he’s hiding. That’s why I’m busy looking through the records for any clues.”
Huang Zhongman looked thoughtful and said, “He dares to return? What for? You don’t have to say, but I suspect it’s no small matter. Back then, his father Yang Zui died in prison, and people said it was quite mysterious, likely involving significant issues. If this kid has returned, he’s surely up to something. Who would dare to shelter him? If he’s really back, it’s probably orchestrated by those who helped him escape, likely planning to use his identity as Yang Zui’s son for some scheme.”
Mei Qing nodded repeatedly, pondering for a moment before asking, “Brother Huang, do you know where officials like Yang Zui, who were convicted, were buried after they died?”
Huang Zhongman thought for a long time before saying, “I vaguely remember something about this. Yang Zui’s burial was different from other convicted officials. According to our Ming laws, those sentenced to death are usually allowed to be buried by their families. For those guilty of heinous crimes, their bodies are displayed in public as a warning. Yang Zui was considered a serious offender, but because he died strangely and his body was in a terrible state, the higher-ups ordered his corpse to be thrown into his old family shrine, left to rot, and not allowed to be buried. His old residence is outside the West Gate near Liangshui Well, long sealed and abandoned.”
Mei Qing nodded, his face deep in thought, and said nothing more.
In the evening, Mei Qing once again communicated with Bi Zhen, recounting the events of the past two days in detail.
When she heard about the antics of Sun Bu San and Sun Bu Si, Bi Zhen couldn’t help but laugh for a long time. Even through their telepathic connection, Mei Qing seemed to hear her familiar, clear laughter ringing in his ears.
“That’s hilarious! So the Imperial Guards are full of such characters. Too bad I didn’t get to see them. If I ever meet them, I’ll have to take a good look.”
When she heard that Bu San and Bu Si had a sister, Bi Zhen hesitated and said, “You know I’m half a member of the Qingjing Sect, but I’ve never heard of anyone daring to use the name of the Qingjing Master. From what you’ve said, Bu San and Bu Si are quite skilled, so they shouldn’t be unknown. How could they have a sister with such an unclear background? There might be something strange here, so you should be careful.”
Mei Qing agreed repeatedly, though he also had his doubts. The name Sun Bu Er was well-known, and who would dare to use it for themselves? Not just the Qingjing Sect, but even the Quanzhen Sect wouldn’t allow such a thing. Yet these two brothers spoke of her without hesitation, seemingly genuine, suggesting their sister might have some other secret.
When it came to the Ten Thousand Puppets technique and the transformations of the puppet, Bi Zhen expressed some concern, saying, “I’ve heard of the Ten Thousand Puppets, but it hasn’t been seen in the world for a long time. I didn’t expect you to encounter it.”
Mei Qing said, “Bu San and his brother seemed to have heard of it too. They looked quite wary at the time. Fortunately, they managed to injure it quickly, so we didn’t see anything more terrifying.” He then described the fight to Bi Zhen.
Bi Zhen said, “It’s not that easy. The puppet you saw was likely a tool made by an elder for a junior’s protection, like the things I have. Its power is far from what the original user could achieve. Bu San and Bu Si’s technique is quite deceptive. Most people would fall for it.”
Mei Qing laughed and said, “The real trick was yet to come. Listen to this.” He then recounted how the brothers killed Zheng Jiu, the Iron Clothes Taoist. “Iron Clothes Taoist?” Bi Zhen was surprised. “He was quite famous back then. It’s said he came from a poor background and was very short, suffering bullying since childhood. Later, he was taken in as a disciple and specialized in controlling objects. He was ruthless in combat and very cunning, so he made many enemies. Later, he supposedly offended someone he shouldn’t have and fled overseas. I wonder how he ended up here? He’s done many bad things, so it’s fitting that Bu San and Bu Si killed him. By the way, wasn’t it scary seeing someone killed for the first time?”
Mei Qing was somewhat dazed. When Bu San and Bu Si killed Zheng Jiu, Yao and Zhou seemed indifferent; Zhao Dayou was initially panicked but later, upon seeing Zheng Jiu’s headless body, was so frightened he could barely walk. Mei Qing, however, felt strangely calm, as if it were a common occurrence.
“I didn’t feel much, perhaps because it was a life-and-death situation, so I forgot about it,” Mei Qing finally said.
Bi Zhen felt a bit lost and after a long pause said, “It’s a pity I’m trapped here and can’t be with you in such critical moments.”
Under the same bright moon, both felt a sense of longing and melancholy, remaining silent.
Upon reading this memorial, the emperor flew into a rage and immediately ordered Yang Zui’s arrest by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Tragically, Yang died in prison under mysterious circumstances.
According to secret records in the Records Bureau, Yang Zui’s death was highly suspicious. It was said that after his arrest, he went mad before even being interrogated, biting people like a rabid dog and scratching his own body until no patch of skin remained unbroken. He kept ramming his head against the prison wall while laughing maniacally for three days and nights before finally dying.
After Yang’s death, both of his sons were exiled to Yunnan. The elder son, Yang Chu, died soon after due to poor adaptation to the climate. The younger son, Yang Jin, reportedly escaped last year and vanished without a trace.
“That’s all the information you have? No news after Yang Jin fled?” Mei Qing asked in frustration.
“That’s all we’ve got. Unless your internal unit has more details. Say, Mei, what are you up to again? You keep coming here to dig up records—what’s going on?” Fat Huang’s round face seemed to swell even more as he grinned, his jowls quivering with laughter.
Mei Qing hesitated before replying, “I won’t hide it from you, Huang. A few days ago, a case came up involving Yang Jin—this guy seems to have returned to the capital somehow, but we can’t find where he’s hiding. That’s why I’m rushing to find old records for clues.”
Huang Zhongman furrowed his brow, “He dares to come back? For what purpose? You don’t have to say more—I can guess it’s no small matter. Back then, his father Yang Zui died in the imperial prison under mysterious circumstances, and people always whispered about it. If this kid’s back, he must be plotting something. Who in their right mind would dare shelter him? If he really has returned, it might be part of a scheme by whoever helped him escape, probably using his identity as Yang Zui’s son for some purpose.”
Mei Qing nodded in agreement, then asked after a moment’s thought, “Huang, do you know where officials like Yang Zui—who died disgraced—are usually buried?”
Huang thought for a while before replying, “I vaguely remember something about it. Because Yang Zui’s case was special—there was a specific imperial decree. According to our Ming Code, if someone is executed for a capital crime, their family is usually allowed to claim the body. For especially heinous crimes, the corpse is displayed publicly as a warning. Yang Zui was considered a grave offender, but since his death was strange and his body disfigured, the authorities ordered his corpse to be thrown into his old ancestral shrine outside the western gate, left to rot, with no burial allowed. His former residence, near Liangshui Well, has been sealed and abandoned for years.”
Mei Qing nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more.
That evening, Mei Qing once again met with Bi Zhen in spirit, recounting everything that had happened in the past two days.
When he mentioned the antics of Sun Busan and Sun Busi, Bi Zhen couldn’t stop laughing. Even through mental communication, Mei Qing could almost hear her familiar, clear laughter echoing in his mind.
“How amusing! The Embroidered Uniform Guard is full of such treasures! Too bad I didn’t get to see them. Someday, when I meet them, I must have a good look.”
When she heard about their mysterious older sister, Bi Zhen hesitated before saying, “You know I’m somewhat affiliated with Qingjing Sect, but I’ve never heard of anyone daring to use the name of Qingjing Zhenren within the sect. These two brothers, Sun Busan and Sun Busi, seem quite skilled in cultivation. They shouldn’t be unknown figures. Why would their sister have such an obscure background? There must be something strange going on. You should be cautious.”
Mei Qing nodded repeatedly. He had his own doubts too. The name Sun Bu’er was well-known—no one with any sense would dare to use it lightly. Not only Qingjing Sect, but even Quanzhen sect would never allow such a thing. Yet these two brothers spoke of their sister so casually, without any pretense. Their sister must have some hidden secret indeed.
When he described the myriad puppet technique and the transformations Mei Qing had witnessed, Bi Zhen grew slightly uneasy.
“I’ve heard of the myriad puppet technique before, but it’s been absent from the world for a long time. I never expected you to encounter it.”
Mei Qing replied, “The brothers Sun Busan and Sun Busi seemed to have heard of it too. From their reaction, they were clearly wary. Fortunately, they managed to wound the puppeteer before he could show anything more powerful.” He then described the fight in detail.
Bi Zhen said, “It’s not that simple. The puppet you saw was probably a talisman made by an elder for a junior to use in self-defense—like the tools I have. Its power is nothing compared to what the original user could achieve. Those two brothers are quite skilled at deception. Most people would fall for it.”
Mei Qing chuckled, “There’s more to come. Just wait. Let me finish.” He then recounted how the brothers later ambushed and killed Tieyi Daoist Zheng Jiu.
“Tieyi Daoist?” Bi Zhen exclaimed in surprise. “He was quite famous back then. He came from a poor background and was very short, enduring much bullying in his youth. Later, he was taken in by a master and learned to control creatures. He was ruthless in battle and cunning in strategy, earning many enemies. Later, he apparently angered someone he shouldn’t have and fled overseas. I wonder how he ended up back here? He committed countless crimes—his death at the hands of those two brothers is probably deserved. By the way, were you frightened the first time you saw someone killed?”
Mei Qing looked lost. At the time, when the brothers killed Zheng Jiu, Yao and Zhou seemed unfazed. Zhao Dayou was initially shocked but later nearly fainted at the sight of Zheng’s headless corpse. Mei Qing himself felt strangely calm, as if witnessing something ordinary.
“I wasn’t really scared. Maybe I just forgot in the heat of the moment,” Mei Qing finally said.
Bi Zhen sighed, her voice tinged with sadness, “Alas, I’m trapped here, unable to be by your side in times of danger.”
Under the full moon, two hearts ached with longing. Both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts.
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