Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 679: Kowtow and Offer Incense
"Kill Zhang Fengyue first!"

The chilling and biting voice echoed in the dark and chaotic sea, and it seemed as if boundless chill spread out, instantly covering the entire sea surface with a thin layer of ice.

The Taoist lowered his eyes slightly and stood still.

"Zhan Shun, you are really greedy."

After a long while, Zhang Xiji sneered, "Can your appetite swallow this mountain? Don't overestimate your abilities, or you'll end up with your stomach choked to death."

"If it's just the East Palace, then of course we can't swallow it. But if we can have a dragon and a tiger devour it together, then we might as well give it a try."

"Zhan Shun, why should this Heavenly Master help you?"

"This is not helping me, but helping yourself, Tianshi."

"The blood in Yongle Cave Heaven has not yet dried, and the wronged souls of Longhu Mountain's disciples are still wailing and crying in my ears."

Zhang Xiji sneered, "You want to cover up what happened in Yongle Cave Heaven with just a few words. Isn't that too fanciful?"

"Compared to what we might lose in the future, would the Heavenly Master still care about this insignificant loss?"

"Longhu Mountain doesn't care about the broken dreams and lost lives. However, Zhan Shun, this Heavenly Master wants to ask you, in your eyes, which is more important, the 30% Huangliang authority that I have merged with the Dao or Zhang Fengyue?"

Zhan Shun seemed not to understand what he said, and frowned and asked, "What does Tianshi mean by this?"

"After all your talk, your ultimate goal is nothing more than you holding back Yuan Mingfei in Huangliang, so that this Heavenly Master can kill Zhang Fengyue."

Zhang Xiji's eyes were cold: "Let's not talk about how you locked onto his current position, and how you can be sure that this is not a trap. Just the fact that I was in front and you were behind, what's the logic? In the end, I took the overall situation into consideration, but you were still the oriole catching the mantis. Zhan Shun, do you want to kill Zhang Fengyue, or do you want to kill this Heavenly Master?"

boom!
The hundred-foot-tall ice surface exploded, waves surged, and water splashed.

Zhan Shun raised his hand to wipe away the cold water drops on his cheek, and his features changed from a myriad of messy facial features to that of an old man with gloomy eyes, then to a young man with an angry look, and finally to a mature and elegant middle-aged face.

The vicissitudes of life are hidden in his eyes, and the warmth and coldness of the world are reflected in the corners of his mouth.

Three parts of the face and five eyes represent the best fortune in physiognomy.

"Zhang Xiji, you are only partially right."

Zhan Shun, whose true face was finally revealed, shook his head and laughed.

Zhang Xiji asked back: "Don't you want 30% of this Heavenly Master's authority?"

"Of course I want to. As long as Huangliang is not completely liberated, it will not grow into a perfect world with infinite possibilities. Naturally, I will not be able to achieve Yin-Yang Sequence One."

"This is the truth."

Zhang Xiji was not angry but happy. He laughed out loud, and his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

"You, Yin Yang, want to establish a new world, to see all things compete for freedom in the frosty sky. I, Dao Xu, seek eternal transcendence, to enjoy the day and night, and the thousands of years are like a moment. Since everyone will go through it sooner or later, why should this Heavenly Master believe you?"

Zhan Shun also smiled and said, "Don't believe it. You won't believe it either."

"If that's the case, what's wrong with what I said?"

"You're wrong for comparing yourself to Zhang Fengyue."

"Oh? You think this Heavenly Master is not as good as him?"

A strong cold light suddenly flashed in the old Taoist's eyes.

"Of course not, but I am no better either."

Zhan Shun did not change color, ignoring the murderous intent that seemed to be real: "Otherwise, with two people killing one, why should you and I be hesitant and timid here? Why should I use Huangliang to cover my whereabouts, and why should you be trapped in a corner of Jiangxi?"

"Only if he dies first can you and I have no worries and completely let go of our hands and feet to fight against immortals and gods. If he doesn't die, even if you have millions of Taoists under your command, can you stop his endless Confucian people?"

"Humph."

Zhang Xiji waved his sleeves, his face turned pale, but he did not refute.

"Zhang Fengyue went to the aboriginal land to help Concubine Yuan Ming achieve the second level of Buddhahood, in order to ask for a protective Buddha for himself. Now I am holding her back in the Yellow Millet Dream, so I am not taking advantage of you. If you think you can also trap Concubine Yuan Ming in the Yellow Millet Dream, then I can switch with you. You hold her back and I kill her. How do you think?"

Zhan Shun's tone became particularly tough, but what he said were facts that Zhang Xiji could not refute.

Indeed, an incomplete second order that was barely born after a dying struggle of the Buddha's order gene and had almost completely destroyed the foundation of its believers was not considered a strong enemy in Zhang Xiji's eyes.

If it were in the real world, it would not be difficult to defeat the opponent.

But winning and being in trouble are two completely different things.

He was not sure if he could keep the other party trapped in the dream for a long time.

Perhaps only Zhan Shun, who had the best timing, location and people in his plan, had the confidence to do so.

"Zhan Shun, you have forgotten Li Jun." Zhang Xiji said in a deep voice.

"He can't be killed with a backhand, so why do we need to calculate?"

Zhan Shun's calm tone was full of sarcastic sarcasm, but at the moment when Zhang Xiji was about to explode, he used the same backhand move to calm the other party's anger.

"This is the 10% Huangliang authority that my Donghuang Palace has spent many years trying to recover from other side orders. I can give it to you to make up for the difference between Li Jun and me."

There was nothing in Zhan Shun's outstretched palm to the naked eye, but Zhang Xiji could clearly feel an extremely strong attraction.

For him, one percent of authority is not only a chance to die in place of others, but also represents a permanent dreamland that is even larger than the Yongle Cave Heaven and countless devout believers.

This is what Zhang Xiji values ​​most.

The second in the new Taoist order is the Heavenly Sovereign.

What is position and karma? Isn’t it the position of a god with endless offerings?
"Aren't you worried that I will turn my back on you after I take your things?"

Zhang Xiji was not in a hurry to take over the authority, but looked at Zhan Shun meaningfully.

boom!
With the two of them as the core, the hundreds of miles of sea were swept by raging waves, and the turmoil was endless.

It seemed as if it had the will to dominate this world and was extremely angry at Zhan Shun's deception and betrayal.

"If you are shameless, then I can naturally be humble too."

Zhan Shun's face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that Huang Liang's anger was not easy for him either.

"If you steal my authority, then from now on, if there is still any believer of your Longhu Mountain in Huangliang, I, Zhan Shun, will no longer be worthy of being the Yin-Yang Order!"

Beneath the raging dark sea, undercurrents are also surging.

Chen Qisheng was pushed around, but his eyes were fixed on the two people standing on the sea.

Suddenly, one of them lowered his head, his gaze penetrating the unknown depth of the sea water, and met Chen Qisheng's eyes.

The next moment, Chen Qisheng's five senses were spinning, the pressure on his body suddenly eased, and he finally escaped from the boundless deep sea.

At this moment, it seemed as if only a moment had passed in the outside world. There was still a terrifying rain of fire in the sky, which continued to bombard the vast fog that was spreading on the ground.

Chen Qisheng suddenly had an idea and looked up, only to see that the floating mountain and the giant sword had risen into the sky.

Like a bright star, it quickly moves away towards the northern sky.

"How fucking insane! Using so many lives as ammunition, how can this be called practicing Taoism? They are all demons in human form. No wonder old man Zhang would rather risk his life to kill them."

A man's cursing voice was heard in the mist, drawing Chen Qisheng's gaze to the ground.

boom!
A huge rock with a tail of flames slammed into the fog. The violent impact lifted a corner of the sea of ​​fog, revealing a vague figure that was half visible and half invisible.

The figure moved slightly, as if raising his arm and waving it gently. A violent gust of wind violently broke through the fog, which had been stubborn under the impact of the boulder and had no power to resist, and it dissipated in an instant.

Li Jun was shirtless, with muscles piled up and lines clearly undulating, as if he was wearing a flesh and blood armor. In his right hand, he was holding a broken head, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his clasped fingers were deeply embedded in the head.

A single red eye was right between his brows, his shoulder-length black hair swayed in the wind, the heaviness of the collapse and the sharpness of the force fluctuated, his internal organs vibrated like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, and his blood gushed out like the howling of the wind.

He is full of arrogance, like a god or a devil.

puff.

The broken head fell to the ground and was crushed to pieces by the falling feet.

Li Jun slowly exhaled a breath of bloody air, spread his arms and clenched his fingers.

Suddenly, the sound of clanging and crackling armor was heard within a radius of several dozen feet.

The shattered pieces of armor seemed to be attracted and turned into black arcs of light, flying from all directions.

The scales converge along the abdomen, covering the chest and wrapping the head.
"It's time to take out the capital and go to the table to fight them."

Li Jun appeared again in armor, looking at Chen Qisheng falling from a high altitude.

"The last time I came here, I said I would destroy Longhu Mountain, but unfortunately I failed to do it. Now that I think about it, I feel a little embarrassed."

Li Jun grinned and said, "You have to help me get this face back."

Chen Qisheng nodded silently, his lips moved, but only uttered two words.

"Don't die."

"Brothers like you and me are both strong and brave. If anyone wants to bite off our necks, we must at least break his fangs."

Li Jun stepped forward and raised his hand to hold Chen Qisheng's shoulder.

"There is one thing you must not forget. Burn some incense for me to old man Sun Luyou. Just say that Li Jun, a young warrior, is on behalf of the Great Ming Wuxu and is kowtowed and burning incense to the Taoist immortal."

The Great Ming Wuxu, the Taoist Immortal.
Chen Qisheng's eyes kept trembling, with mixed emotions, and it seemed as if there were thousands of words in his heart.

But there is no need to show it on your face, just keep it in your heart.

"I thank you on behalf of the Immortal Master."

Why say more? This one sentence is enough.

Black and red lightning shot up into the sky, chasing the distant starlight.

The azure true energy spread out, and shadowy figures stood solemnly in all directions.

"My fellow brothers."

Chen Qisheng raised his head and laughed, then stepped on his sword and shot towards the south.

"Follow me to slaughter the Dragon and Tiger Zhang family!"

The towering palace reaches straight into the sky.

Deep inside the palace, in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Emperor Jiaqi held three long incense sticks in his hands, but stood straight. The rising smoke brushed across his face, but could not cover his piercing eyes.

The densely packed tablets were stacked up in rows like a mountain, and their height almost reached the roof of the hall which was nearly ten feet high.

Hundreds of figures dressed in bright yellow dragon robes floated in front of their own spirit tablets, but they were just pure light and shadow, looking down at their descendants below with unchanging indifferent expressions.

"My dear ancestors, the land of China is sinking and the mountains and rivers are in danger. Recently, there are crazy scholars running rampant and foolish believers causing chaos. Both internal and external troubles are rising, and the Ming Dynasty is in turmoil. Zhu Yiyan has no face to step into the Taimiao. Since I inherited the country from my ancestors, I have been walking on thin ice all day long, as if I was walking on the edge of an abyss. Although I have slept on firewood and tasted gall, I have not made any contribution to the revival of the Ming Dynasty. I am ashamed."

The cold voice echoed in the empty hall.

Although every word he said was full of self-blame, there was no trace of guilt on Zhu Yiyan's face.

"but!"

Once the word is finalized, it is like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

"Zhu Yiyan disturbed the ancestors today not to complain about his own sufferings, nor because the Ming imperial family is about to end. Instead, I want to tell the ancestors that the Ming Dynasty will be restored from today."

"Zhang Fengyue, Zhang Xiji, Zhan Shun, and Li Jun, these four people are all people who bring disaster to the country and the people."

"Zhang Xiji, the Taoist leader, killed his own sons, devoured his followers, disrupted the Dao, and tore apart the country. He used the Dao to confuse countless people, and was trapped in the cave like a blade of grass in the reincarnation. He is a rare Taoist thief in the world, and he must be killed!"

"Zhan Shun, the Yin-Yang Order, presumptuously compares human hearts with heaven's hearts, presumptuously uses human wisdom to usurp heaven's will, presumptuously steals the throne with a false god, and presumptuously exchanges the virtual world for the human world. He is an evil thief rarely seen in the world, and he must be killed!"

"Li Jun, the military governor of Wuxu, acted recklessly and recklessly, using force to commit murder and killing royal princes and loyal officials of the court. His crimes are too numerous to list. He is a rare thief in the world and must be killed!
"Confucian Preface Zhang Fengyue"

Zhu Yiyan enumerated the crimes of everyone, but after saying the last name, he fell into a long silence.

"Zhang Fengyue serves the people rather than the king, serves the family rather than the country, and serves the people of the world rather than the mountains and rivers.
The words that came out again were clearly the opposite of what he had said before: 'harming the country and the people'.

But the expression on Zhu Yiyan's face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were complex, a mixture of respect and hatred.

"Zhang Fengyue did nothing wrong, but he deserves to die. He must be killed!"

"In the thirteenth year of Jiaqi, Zhu Yiyan respectfully informs all ancestors that he will follow the ambition of Hong Zu to dominate the world, shed tens of millions of blood, behead millions of heads, and kill all four thieves to establish our Ming Dynasty, an eternal divine dynasty!"

Amid the endless echoing words, Zhu Yiyan did not place the incense in his hand into the incense burner on the altar, but turned around and faced behind him.

A scarlet figure stood solemnly, looking no more than forty or fifty years old, with dark hair and beard, in the prime of life.

It was Gao Sheng!

"You have been my teacher for a few days, so you are qualified to take these words from me and tell them to the ancestors down below."

Emperor Jiaqi handed three incense sticks into Gao Sheng's hands and whispered, "Tell them that no matter the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, or the Yellow Millet Sea, they are all the territory of our Ming Dynasty and will never change."

Gao Sheng tried his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness, looked at the other party calmly, and slowly squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Your Majesty, your answer is wrong."

Jia Qi, who passed by, paused and said, "Whether I am right or wrong, you cannot judge, and the teacher has no chance to judge either."

"Wrong is wrong."

Before he finished speaking, the clarity in Gao Sheng's eyes completely disappeared, and he could no longer suppress his rebellious limbs and bones, and he threw his head to the ground.

"My dear ancestors, the land of China is sinking, the mountains and rivers are in danger, there are crazy scholars running rampant, and there are foolish believers causing chaos."

He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and looked down upon the Confucian scholar who was constantly bowing his head indifferently.

The voice was repeated for an unknown amount of time, gradually becoming weaker and weaker, and from deep to hoarse.

The long incense stick that was about to burn out finally fell to the ground, sending out sparks.

"Ten million bloods shed, millions of heads cut off."

Gao Sheng's face was pressed against the cold floor tiles, his distracted eyes looking at the flowing scarlet.

There was also a fire that slowly went out in the blood.

"The Zhu family. The Zhu family is unlikely to survive."

(End of this chapter)