Dazhou Zhenxuansi

My name is Jiang Zhuo, the most inconspicuous weapons commander in Kaifeng City. I sit on a three-legged bench every day, eat sesame cakes, dismantle spent crossbows, and sharpen foreign work. Zang Feng remained humble for three years until Xuanwu Yue Zhen opened the door of the warehouse and said something that sent chills down my spine - "It's been three years and no one has noticed you." In the first year of Xiande of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Sejong Guo Rong ascended the throne for the first time. Outside, the Khitans and the Northern Han Dynasty were eyeing him. Inside, Buddhist temples annexed fertile land and hid the population, and undercurrents surged in the court. Zhenxuan Si is respected by four images - the green dragon Ning Heng physically guards Tianlao, the white tiger Xue Lin is in charge of the Imperial Army's expedition, the Suzaku Mengli controls the world's intelligence, and the Xuanwu Mountain protects the security of the capital. Under the Four Symbols, Liuhe is spread all over, specializing in fighting wars caused by warriors, infiltration by foreign enemies, and evil in the court. From the ordnance case to the Buddhist case, from Kaifeng to Waqiaoguan, I gradually found out the traitor "accounting room" lurking inside Zhenxuansi, and also recovered the intelligence network left by my father Gushan and the secrets he guarded with his life. On this road, I have a bowl of hot noodle soup to go back to, a Qinglong waiting for me to drink at the bottom of Tianlao, an unknown knife left by my father, and a group of people guarding the line for me. My name is Jiang Zhuo, the son of Gushan, but I am not the shadow of Gushan. What I am guarding is not Dazhou, but everyone among these thousands of lights who can still go home.