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Chapter 319 Is this hexagram only bad? Fahai and Shan Zhiweng
Hangzhou Imperial Palace and Yongle Court
Above the Golden Throne Hall, the sacred fire is burning brightly!
A tall and strong middle-aged man walked slowly onto the imperial platform and sat on the dragon throne.

The man was wearing a golden Nine-Dragon Emperor robe and a purple and black robe underneath, looking extremely majestic.

"We pay our respects to the Holy Archbishop. Long live the Holy Archbishop!"

Seeing the man take his seat, all the civil and military officials knelt down and spoke in a loud voice.

"Everyone is safe."

Fang La glanced at the ministers who had different thoughts and bowed slightly.

He is no longer young, but his body is still as straight as a teenager.

The cheeks are as sharp as those carved from granite, with clear edges and corners.

Those deep and domineering eyes were still filled with the majesty of a superior.

All the officials in the court couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Your Excellency, all the officials stationed in Beijing have arrived. Please give your instructions."

Wang Yin, the General of Nanli and Right Envoy of Guangming, stepped out of the crowd, counted the number of people, and reported.

Judging from the territory and military strength alone, Fang La is actually still quite powerful now.

At least it is a separatist force.

Even though it was a bit of a stretch to be an emperor, the title of "Grass-roots Emperor" was still not a problem.

However, Fang La was not from a famous family after all, and all the civil and military officials under him were veterans of the Ming Cult.

All in all, none of the civil and military officials in the court had ever seen any big scene.

In desperation, everyone had to design dragon robes, official robes, and draft etiquette based on folk stereotypes...

It is usable, but it has a strong sense of being a copycat.

"I have called everyone together today and have something to announce."

Fang La didn't want to talk nonsense, so he got straight to the point and asked, "Is Fang Qifo here?"

"Chen is here!"

A man in a purple scholar's robe stepped out from the crowd and bowed.

The man had a restrained gleam in his eyes, an elegant temperament, and looked extremely gentle.

He is Fang La's third brother. He has practiced martial arts with Fang La since childhood, and they have supported each other for decades.

After Fang La came to power, he served as the deputy leader of the Ming Cult, and his status in the sect was only lower than Fang La.

"There are no outsiders here. Let's tell everyone about the recent battle with Liangshan."

Fang La waved his hand and said, "No need to hide it. I have already made up my mind."

"Yes!"

"On the night of September 1, Runzhou City was attacked by bandits and fell... Lu Shinang was captured, and the 50,000 soldiers who were stored in the three mountains of Jingkou were wiped out."

"After dawn, Marshal Xing Zheng led reinforcements to Runzhou, but was defeated by Liangshan's general Lu Junyi, and Xing Zheng died in the battle."

"Afterwards, Liangshan cleaned up the battlefield, opened warehouses to help the people, and publicly tried and beheaded Lu Shinang and others in the market."

"After leaving more than a thousand men to garrison Runzhou, Liangshan split its troops into two routes. Chao Gai, Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others led the northern army to Changzhou and Suzhou, while the star leader Huang Rong led the army to invade the south and attack the counties and cities of Xuanzhou and Huzhou."

"On September 3, Changzhou fell. Generals Jin Jie and Xu Ding died in battle. The commander of the city defense, Qian Zhenpeng, committed suicide and died for his country."

"On September 4, the Southern Army sent out elite troops to perform the magic of the God of Speed. They advanced hundreds of miles in one day and attacked Xuanzhou by surprise. The governor of Xuanzhou, Jia Yuqing, and a number of officials, both large and small, were all killed."

"On September 6, Shangshu Wang Yin led his troops out of Shezhou and engaged Liangshan's northern army in battle many times. Uh, they kept fighting despite repeated defeats..."

"On the same day, Huzhou City was captured, and the garrison commander Gong Wen was killed in battle. Twenty thousand soldiers either died or surrendered."

"September 7th..."

"...Now that the Liangshan forces have seized various places, they are pacifying the people while dividing the army into several routes, most likely with the intention of encircling and attacking Hangzhou."

Fang Qifo said in a deep voice: "This time, the Liangshan bandits are extremely fierce, and the county troops have almost no power to resist. Although there are many experts inside and outside Hangzhou, the Holy Lord should not be underestimated."

"..."

The scorching sun burned the earth, the sacred fire was blazing in the Golden Throne Hall, and heat waves were rolling everywhere.

However, the hearts of the civil and military officials were cold.

Although, the Yongle court was a makeshift team...

But those who can enter the Golden Palace to discuss matters have some connections and know some inside information.

Since the fall of Runzhou, all kinds of confusing news have been heard by everyone.

Shi Bao checked the details overnight and asked Bao Daoyi to do divination.

The real reason why Runzhou was captured by surprise attack was finally determined.

Well, the girl of unknown origin in the Liangshan army cut the river with one sword, and then the big dragon head who had not been seen for several years made the river flow backwards with one palm.

After knowing the truth, even the most aggressive Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue fell silent...

Although he also had many experts on his side, he was not afraid of the imperial army's encirclement and suppression.

But over at Liangshan, the gods led the gang to rob the gang...

What a slap in the face!

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel dejected. There was a dead atmosphere inside and outside the Golden Throne Hall.

"Humph! Lin Xuan and Huang Rong did great things in the past. I originally thought that they were heroes like the nobles, and I wanted to recruit them under my command."

"I never thought these two people would be so ignorant that they dared to lead the Liangshan bandits to invade Jiangnan. They should be cursed by Ming Zun and die a miserable death!"

Fang La also felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you have any good ideas?"

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong were famous for killing Cai Jing and Gao Qiu.

Fang La was the leader of the Ming Cult at the time, so he had naturally heard of this and was somewhat impressed by it.

But then he had gathered his strength, and led many brothers to rise up in Qingxi, Muzhou, and they were unstoppable all the way, conquering half of the southern country.

Fang La was in high spirits and didn't take Lin Xuan and Huang Rong seriously.

Unexpectedly, after several years, when these two people reappeared, they had power comparable to that of immortals and Buddhas, and led the Liangshan army without any warning to stand in front of him.

Faced with such a shitty thing, Fang La, who always believed that "my destiny is in my own hands", also felt a sense of powerlessness.

Well, he had the ability to shake the oceans when he was in his twenties.

This kind of aptitude and talent is comparable to that of the great gods such as Padmasambhava and Zhang Daoling. Without considering founding a sect, his name will be passed down through the ages.

He actually became a bandit leader and insisted on fighting me to the death.

It's disgusting!
"Liang Shan's actions this time do not follow the rules of Jianghu, and they should be abandoned by both humans and gods."

"Yes! Those two bastards Lin Xuan and Huang Rong must die a horrible death!"

"In our countryside, these rebellious sons and daughters should be put on wooden donkeys and thrown into pig cages."

"You guys are pretty wild over there..."

"Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Most of the officials came from the market and had little education.

Seeing Fang La's unhappy expression, they all started pointing and cursing.

"That's enough. I asked you to come up with some ideas, not to talk nonsense and embarrass yourself."

After hearing a few words, Fang La felt much calmer. He calmed down and smiled inscrutablely: "Speaking of Master Bao's ingenious predictions, it is true that there is a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River. The bandits will collapse without a fight!"

No matter what, you can't mess up!
At this time, it actually concerns the survival of his own dynasty!
If you show a lack of confidence and act perfunctorily.

Then there will be resignation letters like snowflakes...

The entire Yongle Dynasty would immediately fall apart and disintegrate!
Fang La felt that even if he was not very sure, he had to act as if he was confident.

It's so hard!

"The severe drought is the result of the operation of the laws of nature, not caused by any magic from me."

Bao Daoyi bowed his head and said: "This is God's help to Your Majesty. I dare not take credit for it."

"Well, Master Tian is very modest. I admire him very much."

Fang La laughed loudly and looked at everyone: "It is a year of severe drought now, the people are living in poverty, and there is not much food in the country. Liangshan is on a fast march this time, and the supplies are very short. If we hold on for a few days, they will collapse without a fight."

He still has a full 100,000 troops in Hangzhou City.

In an emergency, they can also use stories about ghosts and gods to incite and force good people to join the army.

Then burn their houses, cut off their retreat, and force them to gather hundreds of thousands of troops, thereby reducing their food consumption.

As long as we can hold out for ten days or half a month and wait for the enemy's food and supplies to be cut off, we can naturally win easily.

At this time, Fang La was too lazy to seriously evaluate Lin Xuan's strength.

After all, according to common experience...

Even if gods really exist, they cannot kill people indiscriminately, dominate the battlefield at will, and interfere with the fate of the world.

Besides, the Ming Cult has been operating for so many generations, so it must have some hidden cards.

If he really wanted to do it at all costs, he might be able to kill gods and immortals.

"Master, although it is a year of severe drought, the ground is cracked, the leaves are withered, the ground is scorched, and no grains are left..."

Prime Minister Fang Fei hesitated for a moment, then said with a stiff upper lip: "But the Liangshan army seems to be unaffected."

"Huh? Why?"

Fang La was startled and said in surprise.

"This... Huang Rong is very cunning. I don't know what method she used to ensure that the army has abundant food."

"We even distributed military rations to the warehouses in the occupied areas, distributing porridge to the victims every day. I heard that the warehouses are enough to support the disaster for a month."

“Although the price of rice has fluctuated and increased now, it is completely different from previous years when there was severe drought.”

"In addition, this official was so audacious that he even dared to announce the exemption of a large number of agricultural taxes in order to win the hearts of the people. He deserves death!"

Fang Fei sighed and said, "Those fools are extremely stupid. As long as their families have enough food to eat, they will not rebel. They are difficult for us to use."

He didn't understand military affairs, but as prime minister, he was quite sensitive to domestic affairs.

Others have exempted agricultural taxes in one go. Even if Liangshan is driven away, there will definitely be considerable resistance to collecting taxes again.

It’s troublesome just thinking about it.

"Although exempting agricultural taxes can appease people's hearts, it cannot appease their stomachs, so it is not a big deal."

"Besides, even if he doesn't exempt the agricultural tax, those ignorant people can't afford the money and food."

Fang La's focus was obviously different: "But where did Liangshan get all the food and grass?"

"I have heard that Liangshan has spent a huge amount of money to purchase grain in the southwest and north in the past few years, and has stored it in dozens of large warehouses."

"The spies sent to Liangshan said that the leader of Liangshan, Lin Xuan, had unfathomable powers and could hold mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in his sleeves."

Shi Bao said in a deep voice: "I ordered him to fetch some food and found that it was indeed old grain from the north. It is likely that Lin Xuan used his Taoist magic to transport the grain stored in Liangshan."

"That's unreasonable!"

Fang La was extremely angry and roared, "How dare Lin Xuan rely on his Taoist magic to do such a thing that will lead to his downfall! He must not die a good death!"

If he really encountered a god on the battlefield, Fang La felt that he could fight him, but he didn't know who would win.

But now the gods don't play by the rules and insist on becoming a transport team.

One person is equivalent to a hundred thousand logistic troops, not to mention the loss of food and grass along the way...

Thinking of this scene, Fang La felt nauseous.

A vast and overbearing might rose up on its own and swept across the entire hall.

"Your Majesty, calm down..."

Fang Fei, Shi Bao and others quickly lowered their heads and looked away, for fear of offending Fang La.

"This pair of dogs and bitches stole the destiny of the country and bought people's hearts. They deserve to be killed. They are much more hateful than that dog emperor in Bian Jing!"

"Since they are so unscrupulous in their actions, I will spare no expense and use all the means I originally used to destroy Song on them."

Fang La thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Please ask the Heavenly Master to calculate the current situation of Wang Yin and other soldiers!"

"Yes!"

Bao Daoyi nodded, pulled out a lottery ticket tube from his arms, shook it a few times, and a lucky lottery ticket fell out.

"Your Majesty, please take a look. This time it will definitely be... huh?"

Bao Daoyi was startled: "Very...very evil?"

"What does this sign mean?"

Fang La frowned and said in a cold voice.

"This... this really shows that Shangshu Wang and his men are in danger... more danger than good."

Bao Daoyi frowned and said, "This is not right. I am also a close friend of Shangshu Wang. I feel that he is born with a rich and noble destiny. This shouldn't be a bad omen."

"Humph! The monsters in Liangshan are not easy to deal with. If they are not careful, they might be tricked by them."

Fang La pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it. This time we are guarding the capital, so it should be safe, right?"

"If that senior takes action and Your Majesty uses the holy object himself, it should indeed be foolproof."

Bao Daoyi thought for a moment, then smiled calmly and shook the lottery box a few times: "Your Majesty, please look!"

A lucky sign wrapped in Taoist power shot out and hovered in front of Fang La, glowing faintly.

"Another big evil?"

Fang La glanced at the fortune stick and his face suddenly darkened.

"Ok?"

Bao Daoyi quickly looked at the fortune slip and was completely confused: "This shouldn't be the case. Could it be that the calculation was wrong?"

"Can the fortune-telling by Tianshi be wrong?"

"It's possible that what was just calculated was the original situation."

Bao Daoyi said quickly: "Since Your Majesty is determined to fight to the death, then he is naturally different."

"That makes sense..."

Fang La's expression eased a little: "Please trouble the Heavenly Master to calculate it again."

"Your Majesty, don't worry!"

Bao Daoyi looked solemn. He shook the lottery stick nine times in a row before a lucky lot fell.

Bad luck!

Both of them fell silent at the same time.

The civil and military officials around looked at each other with complicated expressions.

The huge throne room was in deathly silence.

Fang La's face looked so ugly that it seemed as if water was about to drip from it. He said coldly, "Is there only the most evil in the Heavenly Master's fortune stick?"

"That's impossible. There are only three very unlucky sticks in my stick box..."

Bao Daoyi stammered, "The other lots are... ahem!"

"absurd!"

Fang La was furious and slammed the table: "I am destined to be the Son of Heaven, just like Laozi, Confucius and other philosophers, and I belong to the position of Heavenly Emperor. How can you use a few wooden sticks to predict my good or bad luck?"

"Your Majesty said so!"

Although Bao Daoyi felt that the so-called emperor should not be so awesome.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head and agree timidly.

All the civil and military officials in the hall were watching the situation silently without saying a word.

"Humph! Since today's calculation is wrong, we can measure it again tomorrow."

After a tantrum, Fang La felt much better. He waved his hand and said, "I was a little too straightforward just now. Please don't mind it, Master."

"Don't dare!"

Bao Daoyi bowed quickly and was about to leave.

"Hahaha, the Holy Lord is the Lord of Destiny, and there is no need for him to care about these ants."

At this moment, a proud and domineering male voice sounded: "What can we do about fate? Just change it."

The sound poured into the hall, as if the wind from the sky and the rain from the sea were rushing in together.

There are many experts among the people present.

But just hearing the voice and not seeing the person gave rise to an irresistible feeling.

For a moment, everyone's face changed.

"who?"

Fang La's expression changed drastically and he stood up hurriedly.

He was angry just now and did not suppress his aura.

But the pressure that enveloped the entire hall disappeared as soon as it collided with that voice.

This made Fang La feel uneasy and he became extremely alert.

"Amitabha, I am Fahai, the abbot of Jinshan Temple. I am honored to meet you, the Holy Lord, and all the distinguished guests."

A long Buddhist horn sounded, and a handsome and elegant monk in white appeared in front of everyone.

The monk in white has a solemn appearance, a sturdy figure and strong muscles.

There seemed to be an endless light of wisdom hidden in his eyes, the depth of which was indescribable.

Just like the Vajra Venerable recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

But if you look at it a few more times, you will feel that this ray of light is so elusive and almost undetectable.

It gives people the feeling that he is just a handsome and strong monk.

"Fahai? Humph! The Buddha of this age is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Fang La frowned slightly. "I heard that your Jinshan Temple is gone, and all the monks were either sentenced to hard labor or sent back home. Why don't you go looking for trouble with Liangshan, but come here to fight me?"

"Your Excellency, please do not misunderstand me. I have no ill intentions."

Fahai said calmly: "Jinshan Temple is just an ancient temple with thousands of monks. It is not a big deal."

"Your Jinshan Temple has nothing to do with me, and I am too lazy to care about it."

Fang La said coldly: "But you have trespassed into the hall without any bad intentions?"

"Amitabha! If I have any ill intentions..."

Fahai put his hands together and smiled, "Besides me and the Holy Lord, there is only one living person left here."

"It seems that the master is very confident in his own cultivation."

"If the Holy Lord doesn't believe it, you can send someone to try it."

Fahai said calmly: "The fate of the Holy Lord is invaluable, I dare not offend him, but as for the others, feel free to attack. If I injure any of them, I will lose."

"presumptuous!"

"What a loud tone!"

"You bald thief, do you think you are a Bodhisattva or Buddha?"

Fang Qifo, Shi Bao and others were stunned and started cursing.

Although they are not as good as Fang La, they are also top-notch masters in the world, famous in both the black and white worlds.

This Fahai was mysterious and had profound skills, so they had no confidence of winning.

But the other party just stepped on his face and said that if everyone attacked together, he could easily defeat everyone without hurting anyone.

This tone of voice, treating them like three-year-old children, was really unbearable for everyone.

"Master and... um? Does your Buddhist sect have any old grudge against my Ming Cult?"

Fang La hesitated and said in a deep voice.

"That's not the case. I just want to cooperate with you."

"...Is this the Master's attitude towards cooperation?"

"Of course not. When I said I would cooperate, I meant it sincerely."

Fahai smiled slightly: "But both parties should understand each other's strength."

"This is natural."

"If I brag about myself for a long time, it will sound awkward and no one will believe me."

Fahai said calmly: "In this case, I think it would be better to get straight to the point so that everyone can understand it clearly."

"In that case, Seven Buddhas, Heavenly Master, Stone Right Envoy, and Dharma King Deng, all of you should consult this master together."

Fang La was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Master said not to hurt anyone, so just go ahead and do it."

"Yes!"

Shi Bao and others stepped out from the crowd, their eyes focused on Fahai.

The young monk didn't say any bad words, nor did he speak in a sarcastic tone.

But this condescending attitude still made them feel disgusted.

Since they started to travel the world, they have never been looked down upon like this.

"Well, you have some real skills, you are considered rare masters."

Fahai glanced at the four people and nodded, "Let's do it."

"Fuck your mother!"

Deng Yuanjue, the Precious Light Tathagata, was extremely angry. He swung his shining iron Zen staff and smashed it down with the pressure of a raging wave.

"Please teach me!"

Bao Daoyi pointed at the scabbard, the ancient pine-patterned sword came out, and he controlled the sword to cut down.

Fang Qifo and Shi Bao took a step forward each without changing their expressions, and then they crossed a distance of several feet and came in front of Fahai, and patted him from the left and right at the same time.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the raging attack in front of him, Fahai laughed loudly, and his monk robe exploded, revealing an extremely ferocious aura.

On his back and arms, there is a lifelike dragon tattoo!

Under the light of the fire, the entire dragon tattoo shone brightly.

It seemed as if it would open its eyes at any time and devour everything.

"Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, the Buddha Ksitigarbha! The Great Luo Mantra, the Prajnaparamita Buddhas! Prajnaparamita Bamahong!"

A dragon-like roar sounded all around, and Fahai pointed to the sky and the earth, forming an extremely ancient seal.

The next moment, the dragon tattoo on Fahai's back shook violently, and a pair of blood-red vertical pupils slowly opened.

The majestic Buddha's power burst out and rolled in all directions like a tide.

"This, this, this..."

Under the power of Buddha, Fang Qifo and the other three showed horror in their eyes, as if they were leaves blown in the air by a strong wind.

It landed exactly at the entrance of the hall.

"Accepted."

Fahai no longer paid attention to Fang Qifo and others who had strange expressions, and looked directly at Fang La.

"...Thank you, Master, for showing mercy."

Fang La pondered and said, "Master, your cultivation is profound, but I wonder how you compare to Lin Xuan and the others?"

"Lin Xuan is a rare talent, and he has someone else around him... Humph! Nothing special about him."

Fahai sneered and looked at Bao Daoyi: "The divination method of the Heavenly Master is very wonderful. Why don't you make another divination for the national calamity of our dynasty?"

"National destiny?"

When Bao Daoyi saw Fahai's arrogant and domineering look, he felt a little uneasy and subconsciously looked towards Fang La.

"The master is a great man, he has his own intentions."

Fang La said expressionlessly: "Go ahead and do it if I ask you to."

"This... I obey your orders!"

Bao Daoyi shook the lottery stick tube dozens of times with a worried look on his face before he suddenly took a slap on the lucky lot.

Two lucky numbers flew out of the air and landed on the table, motionless.

"puff!"

Almost at the same time, Bao Daoyi's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of dark black blood.

His complexion became visibly weaker.

"This……"

Fang La looked at Fahai deeply and pointed at the table: "Why are there two fortune sticks?"

The two lucky numbers were placed side by side, emitting a faint glow.

One is "very unlucky" to the extreme.

Another deep red lot had the words "good luck" written on it, which made people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

"This shows that... the fate of our dynasty is determined by human effort!"

Bao Daoyi's eyes also showed strange colors. While spitting out blood, he explained: "Today's matter, Your Majesty, one thought may lead to good fortune, and the other may lead to disaster."

Bao Daoyi was actually a little surprised by this backlash.

Seriously speaking, with his level of cultivation involving the fate of an entire country, he will definitely be reduced to ashes and will never be able to die again.

But now, I have explained the situation so clearly...

He just spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and he will be fine after recuperating for a month or two at most.

This shows that the Holy Principality of the Ming Cult was once very powerful.

Before we knew it, we had reached a point where we were on the verge of collapse and could be destroyed at any moment.

Thinking of this, Bao Daoyi silently made up his mind to run away.

"I see."

Fang La was silent for a long time: "Master Fahai, please stay. Everyone else, please leave."

"Your Majesty, please leave!"

The amount of information in this morning court session is a bit too much, and everyone needs time to digest it.

Plus, we're about to have a big battle with Liangshan, so we need to be prepared...

Fang Qifo and the others did not want to continue, so they bowed and left.

"What does the Master want?"

After a while, all the civil and military officials withdrew, and Fang La asked.

"I am following orders, and I only wish to bring Buddhism to the world. Who rules the country has nothing to do with monks like me."

Fahai smiled and said, "Your Majesty is determined to rule the world, so I guess you don't care about other things, right?"

"So that's how it is. Manichaeism is a foreign religion, and so is Buddhism. It can be considered quite a fate."

Fang La nodded thoughtfully: "If this is all you ask, I will agree."

Although the Ming Cult claims to believe in the Ming Lord.

But the Ming Cult itself is a hodgepodge of fusion.

After all, everyone’s main purpose was to rebel, not to worship the Ming Emperor.

Who, a serious person, would believe that stuff?

If Buddhism could really help me conquer the world...

Fang La felt that even if the state religion was changed to Buddhism, it would not be a big deal.

Anyway, by that time he had already become emperor and was running the court.

Worldly beliefs are completely insignificant.

"In that case, I will deal with either Lin Xuan or the young sword fairy girl, and the expert behind Your Majesty should be able to deal with the other one."

"Since Your Majesty is willing to pay no price, he can also deal with other variables."

Fahai smiled calmly, and his figure slowly disappeared: "I will take my leave."

"Buddhist Heavenly Foot Passage?"

The next moment, an old and hoarse voice echoed in the hall: "This monk's words are not entirely true. He must have other intentions. Your Majesty should not trust him too much."

"Everyone just takes what they need and uses each other... There is no trust at all."

Fang La said sternly: "When the time comes, I will have to trouble Senior Shan Zhiweng to help."

"I am just an assassin. As long as Your Majesty can give me that thing as a reward after the mission is accomplished, I will do it."

"Senior, don't you want me to give it to you first?"

"No need. No one can evade the debt of life and death."

Fang La: “…”

(End of this chapter)