Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 697: Fake God, Real Villain

"Why do you have to kill me?!"

A question with a trembling voice reveals unspeakable bitterness.

Such words should not come from the mouth of a Taoist master like Zhang Xiji.

As the founder of the new Taoist order, has he ever needed reasons and explanations from others?

But now that everything has been lost, Zhang Xiji has nothing left but a dying soul and a heart full of resentment, and only this unsolvable doubt in his heart.

Until this moment, Zhang Xiji still didn't understand what the old man in front of him wanted to do.

In the distance, Yuan Mingfei, whose white clothes were stained with blood, supported the exhausted and unconscious Li Jun, and used her eyes to stop Zou Sijiu who was about to make a move.

"He's so hesitant and indecisive, he can't afford to lose or win, he can't pick it up or let it go, it's fucking ridiculous."

Lord Ma, who had been almost torn into scrap metal, collapsed on the ground with his face up, and a disdainful curse came from his dim red eye.

"Not reconciled?"

Zhang Fengyue raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him that was slowly fading away, and spoke softly.

"How can I be willing? If it were you, would you be willing?"

The old man asked, "No matter how unwilling you are, you are already dead, why do you linger?"

Zhang Xiji shouted sternly: "Even then you have to die knowingly!"

"I've said it before, sequences shouldn't exist."

"Stop fooling me with such words!"

Zhang Xiji's expression became ferocious, and he said angrily: "Whether it's the division of the world or the competition among the three religions, the most between me and you, Zhang Fengyue, is a faction dispute, and there has never been any personal hatred! Even in the battle between the old and new Taoist order, you, the Confucian order, got a huge advantage for nothing and sat firmly on the top spot among the three religions. You are still perfunctory with such words until now?"

"Hey"

Zhang Fengyue sighed heavily, and the helplessness in his eyes was like he had repeated a sentence thousands of times, but it was still not understood or accepted by others. It was even regarded as an excuse and a lie.

"Have you found the ritual requirements for advancement to Sequence One? Yes, that must be the case."

Zhang Xiji suddenly realized something, as if he had seen through the secret hidden deep in Zhang Fengyue's heart, and a look of excitement and madness appeared on his face.

"So when the internal fighting of the New Dao Order 'Four Mountains and One Palace' was in full swing, you chose to watch from the sidelines and never intervened. Your purpose was to mislead me and make me think that I had not been discovered, so that you could start your plan."

"Zhang Chongcheng, Zhang Chongyuan, Liang Gongming, Fu Li, Ge Fenghuo, you have already seen through what these people want and what they fear. So instead of wasting your energy to eliminate them one by one, you might as well wait for me to eliminate them all myself."

"In this way, you can wait until all the new school inheritances are returned to Longhu, and then wipe out Longhu Mountain in one fell swoop, so that you can step on my corpse and ascend to the throne of God? Right?!"

Zhang Xiji's voice became louder and louder, and finally it was as sharp as a knife, piercing people's eardrums and causing pain.

Yuan Mingfei heard the series of fierce questions and frowned slightly, with an unexplainable look in her eyes.

Zou Sijiu's expression also turned a little ugly at this moment, and his messy hair began to turn red from the ends.

"Sixty years of clues, sixty years of planning and scheming. Thirty years of fame and glory, eight thousand miles of journey under the clouds and moon. Zhang Fengyue, you are insidious enough and indeed vicious enough!"

Zhang Xiji, who thought he had seen through the truth, lowered his head and uttered a few self-deprecating laughs. He seemed to have been relieved and calmly accepted his failure.

But there was clearly no sign of the resentment and hatred in his heart being relieved, and it became even more violent and intense the next moment.

"But seeing your lingering state, I'm afraid you haven't succeeded in breaking through the order, right?"

Zhang Xiji suddenly looked up, his eyes full of mockery and ridicule.

"You have put so much effort into deceiving the world, and even risked the lives of your own students and disciples, but in the end, you still get nothing. Zhang Fengyue, you are hateful enough, and you are indeed pitiful enough."

Zhang Xiji laughed loudly: "I have given way to you, but so what? You still have no chance to go on. Sooner or later, you will be nothing but dust and bones!"

But contrary to the Taoist's expectations, despite such ridicule and provocation, there was still no sign of anger on the old man's face.

Zhang Fengyue grabbed a piece of his sleeve in his hand, carefully brushed away the dust accumulated on the broken stone steps beside him, looked at Zhang Xiji and said softly: "You are a soul that is about to travel far away, and I am a dying person with half of my body buried in the earth. There is no need to confront each other like this, just sit down and talk."

"You are still pretending, wearing a hypocritical mask day after day. You really don't feel tired. Well, this Heavenly Master wants to see what else you have to say!"

Zhang Xiji snorted coldly, and his illusory figure fell beside the old man like a breeze.

Amidst this desolate ruin, under a dilapidated roof, the originators of Confucianism and Taoism sat side by side.

Yuan Mingfei, the source of the Buddhist order, stood in the distance and watched this scene. For no reason, she felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.

The three religions that were once glorious are now like the dark sky above our heads, which is about to be broken by a ray of light rising from the shoulders of distant mountains.

"Zhang Xiji, in your opinion, everything I do is for my own selfish desires. But let me ask you, why do I have to do it for myself?"

"If not for myself, who else can I do it for?"

Zhang Xiji sneered and said jokingly: "Could it be for the sake of the people of the world?"

"Yes, for the sake of all living beings in the world."

Zhang Fengyue nodded slightly, looking extremely serious.

"You, the Confucians, have put on this skin of serving the people, and you can't take it off for the rest of your life. Even you are the same. From the old to the young, everyone is a hypocrite."

Zhang Xiji kept his shoulders still, but suddenly turned his head to the right and stared at the old man, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Zhang Fengyue, if you want to kill me in order to break into Sequence One, I will die with a clear conscience. But you are still lying to me with these words. Is it necessary?"

"I didn't lie to you. I only have this layer of skin on my body from beginning to end."

The old man asked slowly: "Is this answer difficult to accept?"

"I have fought for myself all my life, but now you tell me that I died because of a group of mortal ants. How can I accept such a ridiculous reason?" Zhang Xi said in a grim voice.

Zhang Fengyue murmured to himself: "Perhaps it is indeed ridiculous, so Jinxun would never want to understand it until his death."

"If you were really determined to destroy the connection between heaven and earth, why didn't you stop Huangliang from being built?"

"I once thought that I could rely on dreams to change the current state of the world. If I could get what I wanted in my dreams, then I wouldn't be so greedy in this world."

Zhang Fengyue's eyes showed a hint of confusion: "Unfortunately, I was wrong."

"Then why do you want to protect the declining legal order? And give them 10% of the authority to build the Huangliang Law Realm?"

"I once thought that I could rely on the law to correct the twisted human heart and restrain the words and deeds of those who follow the order, but I was wrong."

"Then why did you keep this festering dynasty? And even let Zhu Yiyan serve as the imperial tutor for thirteen years?"

"I once thought that I could rely on the imperial power to restore the country, eliminate the conflicts between the orders, and have each order perform its duties and seek common development. Unfortunately, I was wrong." This conversation was in response to the questioning of a mortal enemy, and it also seemed to be spoken to Liu Jinxun behind him, and Yuan Mingfei and others in the distance.

But it seems more like he is talking to the old man or to himself.

Tell it to Zhang Fengyue, who was once the president of the New Donglin Academy and wrote the "Preface to the Great Confucian Scholar" with great enthusiasm.

Tell it to Zhang Fengyue, who was once the Prime Minister of the Ming Empire and dominated the world with his own strength.

It was also said to Zhang Fengyue, who is now deserted by his friends and relatives, and whose body is covered in dirt but cannot hide the blood on his hands.

The eight thousand miles of journey were covered with clouds and moon, but the old man's path was never a smooth one.

Instead, they walked with difficulty and stumbled forward.

"This is wrong, and that is wrong. There are so many roads, and you got them all wrong."

Zhang Xiji sneered: "So your 'Mathematical Arts', Zhang Fengyue, is just this good!"

"There's no such thing as mathematical arts. It's just that I've done too many things wrong."

"I didn't expect that even you, Zhang Fengyue, would be confused? That's really rare."

Zhang Xiji sneered and suddenly changed the subject: "But in my eyes, I can clearly see how you sharpened your edge step by step until today when you finally put the knife on our necks!"

"You didn't stop Huangliang from being built because if Huangliang hadn't appeared, the new sect wouldn't have risen, and no one would have taken the lead in starting the division of the world. There wouldn't have been the destruction of the old sect, and there wouldn't have been the demise of Buddhism!"

"You took action to protect the law and order because if the law collapses and the law and order die, you will lose a sharp weapon that can deter the various families."

"You didn't destroy the Ming Dynasty because if the dynasty completely collapsed, the Confucian order would lose its support for advancement. And once chaos breaks out, the vertical and horizontal order will be a problem that is difficult to solve, and those declining order may also revive again."

"Zhang Fengyue, you said you are just a skin, but why can't I tell whether you are a human or a ghost?"

Every word the Taoist spoke was still sharp and aggressive.

But since some time ago, the resentment and anger in him that was so strong that it seemed to be tangible has slowly disappeared.

"It's possible that in the eyes of a ghost like me, there are no living people in this world."

Zhang Xiji suddenly laughed, "Besides, I don't want anyone to be alive, otherwise, compared to them, wouldn't I be too dirty?"

boom!
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud roar from the distance.

The ravaged earth seemed unable to support the buildings any longer, and the remains of a house collapsed.

Gravel flew everywhere, shooting straight towards Zhang Xiji as if seeking revenge.

Although it was just a lonely soul at the moment, the Taoist still subconsciously raised his hand to grab it, but a small piece of gravel went straight through his palm without any obstruction.

Knowing that his weak mind couldn't even stop a stone, Zhang Xiji's expression became even gloomier.

Just as he closed his eyes and prepared to accept this humiliation, a dry hand stretched out from his side and blocked him.

Snapped.
The stone fell to the ground with an inaudible sound.

But Zhang Xiji's gaze was fixed on a drop of scarlet blood passing before his eyes, and he couldn't move his eyes away for a long time.

Have you fallen to this level?
Zhang Xiji sighed with a sense of loss, and the last trace of resentment in his heart completely disappeared at this moment.

"time to go"

The whispering human voice will soon drift away with the wind.

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

Only a faint shadow of Zhang Xiji remained, looking stunned.

The old man rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "I have been patiently talking to you, a wronged ghost, for so long, and you have scolded me until my face is covered with spit. Now that you have vented your anger, you want to leave like this for nothing?"

This kind of worldly Zhang Fengyue was the first time that the Taoist had seen him, even though he also had a head full of white hair.

"Hahahaha, Zhang Fengyue, this Heavenly Master really doesn't understand you."

"You don't need to understand. Just take out 30% of your Hedao Huangliang authority."

Looking at the old man who was asking for something with his palm spread out, Zhang Xiji couldn't help but smile, "So you, old man, want a seat in this Heavenly Master's immortal class? But that is the foundation for my reincarnation and cultivation. Why should I give it to you?"

"Zhan Shun is waiting for you in the Yellow Millet Sea now. You no longer have the Daoxu Fanatic to protect you. If you dare to go back, you will end up becoming a Yellow Millet Ghost under his command. Do you, Zhang Xiji, want to be one of the Nine Lords of his East Palace?"

"Why not?"

Zhang Xiji said expressionlessly, "You cut off my way forward, and Zhan Shun cut off my way back. Since we're going to die anyway, why can't I give him a free pass instead of a free pass? Let him get the authority and break free. Maybe he can kill Li Jun. Wouldn't that be more exciting?"

“Although Longhu Mountain is gone now, there are still many people who believe in Taoism.”

"Zhang Fengyue, if you want to use these to threaten this Heavenly Master, then you are wrong again."

"I'm not threatening you, I'm just trying to persuade you."

The old man said slowly: "Every stick of incense you burnt, every kowtow you made, that is a favor you, Zhang Xiji, should repay. Even if you only live for yourself in this life, why can't you do something good before you leave?"

"If we give it to Zhan Shun and let him change the sun and the moon, they may even live a carefree life in the dream of achieving immortality. Isn't that a good thing?"

Zhang Xiji retorted, "But if I give it to you, there will be no sequence in this world. Will the gods listen to my kowtow?"

"No gods listen, but they are still human. But if the world changes, they won't even be human anymore."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Zhang Xiji snorted coldly, but suddenly his eyes caught sight of a dried bloodstain at his feet, and he suddenly realized something.

"Zhang Fengyue, it turns out you are still plotting against this Heavenly Master. Well, I will just give you this fake thing as a reward."

The Taoist suddenly stood up, turned around and looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Old man, don't be so slow, I haven't scolded you enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiji's figure exploded like a firefly and disappeared into thin air.

啪哒
A thumb-sized copper seal fell on the ground, just covering the drop of dark red blood.

"Hesitant and indecisive, unable to lose or win, unable to pick up or let go."

Zhang Fengyue repeated what Lord Ma had just said, shaking his head and laughing.

"You are just a fake god, but a real villain."

(End of this chapter)