I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Five years later, Zhang Ronling was forty-seven years old.

Under his Jinyuan offensive, the entire southwest territory was in ruins, and people's livelihood was in ruins. Peasant uprisings happened from time to time, but Zhang Ronling didn't care. The army he controlled was getting better and better equipped, and the officials in the army had become his private army. What he said was more effective than the imperial edict in this army.

Ke Dao Yanguan also accepted his benefits, and even the secret guards who secretly represented the emperor's eyes were bribed by him, and their interests were tied together to form a huge interest group.

These people all spoke well of him from top to bottom.

The eunuchs in the palace began to mention his name frequently in the emperor's ears, which made the emperor have an impression of him as a minister who was transferred far away.

"Whose painting is this?"

The emperor, who had just returned from Luyuan, looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the table with a trace of surprise in his eyes. He quickly walked over and picked up the scroll, his eyes filled with admiration. Zhang Ronling has known about the good calligraphy and painting nowadays. In order to find opportunities, he practiced calligraphy and painting hard for five years and became a master of calligraphy and painting.

A great traitor and a great evil is also a man of great perseverance.

Nowadays, Zhang Ronling's paintings are hard to find outside. He even gave himself an elegant and unique name - Mr. Qingzhu.

"It's a painting by Mr. Qingzhu."

The eunuch who accepted Zhang Ronling's favor immediately spoke. Zhang Ronling spent countless amounts of money to feed this eunuch over the years, but now he finally saw results.

"Mr. Qingzhu?"

The emperor frowned. He couldn't remember who this person was.

"It is the former Shangshu Zhang Ronling." The eunuch said immediately.

"Master Zhang is currently the garrison of the southwest, responsible for the extermination of Japanese pirates and government affairs in the southwest. Under his management over the years, the southwest has been prospering, and the money turned over to the treasury every year is sufficient. I heard from people below that Master Zhang has governed well. , the people were grateful to him and even gave him a Wanmin Umbrella.”

"It turns out to be him!"

The emperor, who was already somewhat impressed, suddenly felt very good. He looked at the calligraphy and painting in his hand and said with admiration.

"Calligraphy and painting are like people. Anyone who can draw such famous paintings must be a loyal minister. It would be a pity to put such a talented person in the same place. Please bring him back."

The emperor looked at the scroll in his hand and couldn't put it down for a while. The beauty on the scroll made him feel itchy.

In my heart, I have expectations for Zhang Ronling, a 'virtuous minister'.

Three months later.

Zhang Ronling returned to Beijing again, and this time no one stopped him.

Officials who had received his money and those members of the new party who had lost power gathered around him. This time, with help from someone in the palace, he successfully entered the cabinet in just half a year and became the elder of the Shengchao Pavilion, a highly respected minister. .

This year, Zhang Ronling was forty-eight years old.

Wearing a crimson official robe, he stood at the front of the hall. The only person blocking his steps was the prime minister.

"Three months later, on the birthday of Emperor Donghua, I am going to rebuild the Donghua Palace to appease the Emperor for his blessings. What do you think?"

The emperor sat on the dragon throne and talked about his plan. He felt that the Holy Dynasty had reached its peak under his leadership, with peace in the sea and thousands of tribes coming to the imperial court. As a prosperous emperor, he should offer sacrifices to God and let future generations remember him.

"Your Majesty, there is a severe drought in Dongjun and the treasury is empty. We really can't spare any money to build the palace."

The Minister of Hube knelt down with sweating profusely, looking at the prime minister for help.

He is an official of the prime minister's line and is in charge of the money bag of the Holy Dynasty. This location is like a crater to the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance. If Sheng Chao had money, these would naturally not be a big deal. He would just pay for it. But now the Holy Dynasty is empty, and many officials' salaries are half a year in arrears. It’s too late to mend the holes, so there’s no money left to build the palace.

"Your Majesty, I would like to reassure you that you can just sacrifice to heaven and kill animals. There is no need to overhaul the palace. As a king, you should give top priority to the people of the world. You must not be greedy for pleasure and waste the people's power."

The prime minister stepped forward and resisted the emperor's will.

This incident made the emperor very unhappy. He felt that he was the master of the world, but he couldn't even spend money to repair the palace.

The courtiers in the hall are all rats, stealing the country's wealth and treating the king and father harshly.

Zhang Ronling, who stood beside him without saying a word the whole time, his eyes flickered, and he knew that his chance had come.

After the court meeting, Zhang Ronling found an opportunity to enter the palace and paint for the emperor.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ronling vigorously advocated his reform methods, and bluntly said that the emperor should enjoy the world, and that the prime minister's corpse should have a vegetarian meal, etc. The emperor, who was already dissatisfied with the prime minister, immediately made up his mind to change his position. After two years of fighting, the prime minister of the "old party" successfully took office, and Zhang Ronling, who represented the "new party", ascended the throne and stood on the stage he had dreamed of.

This year, Zhang Ronling turned fifty.

Chen Luo is seventy-three years old.

Gray hair also began to appear on Zhang Ronling's head, and wrinkles began to appear on his face. His wife Jun Ru is also forty-seven years old, and their children have grown up and begun to enter politics. As prime minister, Zhang Ronling used his power to the limit, opening the door to his two sons, cheating in the imperial examination, and allowing them to become high school Jinshi and be named on the gold medal list when they were in their twenties.

Under Zhang Ronling's "New Deal", the Holy Dynasty began to reform. Unlike the disputes between the old and new parties, the basis of Zhang Ronling's reform was to make money. On this basis, powerful gentry in various places led to carnivals, land annexation was serious, and the selling of sons and daughters abounded.

Compared with the miserable situation of the place, the capital was prosperous with singing and dancing, and the whole place was prosperous.

Under the influence of Zhang Ronling, the emperor became more and more greedy for pleasure. Coupled with the encouragement of people around him, he felt that his achievements were greater than those of Taizu and the three emperors.

Twenty years.

Zhang Ronling extended his power to all aspects, including civil servants, military attachés, and palace servants, all of whom had his people. At this point, Zhang Ronling's power has reached its peak, his foundation in the outside world has been shattered, his breath has officially fallen to the Qi Refining Realm, and his chest and head have been burned by black fire.

Just when Zhang Ronling was standing at the peak of his life and ready to enjoy life, aliens invaded.

The frontier army, which had been corrupted under Zhang Ronling's "New Deal", was no match for the foreigners at all, but it had abandoned a large amount of land in just a few months. The foreign weapons and weapons have been fighting all the way to the capital. The emperor, who woke up from the dream of "one emperor for all eternity", and his ministers could not escape in panic.

The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed.

Zhang Ronling, the 70-year-old Prime Minister, was also in the group who could not escape. He was separated from his two sons and was only protected by a group of domestic slaves.

The situation was chaotic. Zhang Ronling was very old. After running for a while, he was abandoned by a domestic slave. He, Chen Luo and his wife Jun Ru were abandoned in the wilderness.

Corpses were strewn across the land, and everything was devastated.

Two days later, Zhang Ronling's wife Jun Ru died of illness.

"Jun Ru? Jun Ru"

Seventy-year-old Zhang Ronling sat among the ruins, holding the woman in his arms and crying bitterly. He didn't understand why he would end up like this after he had already come this far. He has been chasing all his life, but in the end he got nothing.

"She's dead."

Chen Luo stood on the side. He was ninety-three years old. At this age, he was already a living god. But Chen Luo is still tall and straight, with white beard and white hair, like a god.

"Why?"

Sensing the growing coldness of the woman in his hands, Zhang Ronling raised his head and looked at Chen Luo and asked his first question.

He didn't understand.

"I don't know either."

Chen Luo really didn't know. The brain of the mummy told him that he could escape the tribulation by cutting it off, but what was the tribulation? He couldn't even see it, so how could he kill it? He can't kill himself, right? He didn't think that Zhang Ronling would be able to escape the 'catastrophe' by killing him. This so-called disaster should be an abstract thing.

"ha!"

Zhang Ronling smiled. He gently put the woman down in his arms, took a stone from the side and slowly dug a hole.

He started to bury the woman bit by bit.

Chen Luo stood on the side and watched, but did not help. Zhang Ronling's life has come to an end, and the inner demon tribulation is about to end. He can sense it as he practices the inner demon art.

With the woman's burial, Zhang Ronling's energy and energy were almost exhausted.

He lay among the ruins, extremely hungry. He had not eaten for two days. When the group of house slaves escaped, they robbed him of all his food. Chen Luo also sat down next to him, just as he had been accompanying him all these years, ever since Zhang Ronling passed the examination and passed the examination, he had been accompanying him silently. Watching him step by step from a high-spirited young man to his current ending.

"So thirsty."

Zhang Ronling leaned against the dead tree behind him, looked up at the vultures circling in the sky, and said something with dry lips.

Just at this moment, a farmer passed by dragging a cart, and an old woman with gray hair and chicken skin was lying on the cart. The two people also noticed them. The old woman on the cart turned her head and her eyes met Zhang Ronling's.

With just one glance, Zhang Ronling's memory started to go back as if going backwards.

He thought of this woman.

Recalling the woman he had asked his second uncle to help him give up many years ago in order to cling to power, her eyes were still the same as before, and she smiled when she saw Zhang Ronling. Zhang Ronling turned his eyes and saw the farmer pulling the cart in front. The man had a peace charm hanging on his chest.

"Hahaha calamity? Calamity! So that's it, that's it."

Zhang Ronling suddenly laughed.

Along with the laughter, he felt like he was coming back to his senses, his energy returned to its peak, and he actually stood up from the edge of the dead tree. The colors around him began to fade, a layer of mist rose over the whole world, and the sound of swords and weapons faded away.

"Second uncle?"

Zhang Ronling's eyes fell on Chen Luo. At this moment, he finally remembered who he was and what he was doing.

He is Zhang Ronling!

Going through the inner demon tribulation.

"Do you regret it?"

Chen Luo looked at Zhang Ronling who had woken up and asked suddenly. Many years ago, he once gave him some advice and told him to 'let it go', but at that time Zhang Ronling was unwilling and made it clear that if there really was another side, then let Zhang Ronling over there never wake up.

"No regrets."

Zhang Ronling looked at Chen Luo and said seriously.