From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 59: Get out here and die! (7000)

After leaving Zhang Juzheng's home, Xu Xing did not rush to the palace, but wandered aimlessly in the capital.

As he walked, he sorted out what he had gained in the past few days.

It was a distance of three thousand miles from Xiangshan to the capital. However, because of the fire burning his body, Xu Xing did not use all his strength to rush all the way. Instead, he walked and stopped like an ordinary person. It took him more than a month to arrive here.

During this month, what Xu Xing studied most was not boxing, but the stone mirror of mysterious origin.

Ever since he broke through the void, this damaged stone mirror seemed to have undergone some unpredictable changes. The vast and ancient aura became more and more intense, and even the reflection of the mirror was disturbed, becoming blurred and distorted.

However, after reaching Xu Xing's level, he no longer needed to rely on the mirror's deductive ability. Instead, he became interested in the stone mirror itself.

Along the way, Xu Xing tried many times to break through the void of boxing realm to feel the ancient atmosphere emanating from the stone mirror, so as to advance his own mental cultivation.

After more than a month of contemplation, although Xu Xing has not yet figured out a way to survive the fire, he has gained some insights and has a rough idea.

The burning body fire is the product of the fusion of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit when the human immortal's body and will are combined. It can be said that the "burning body fire" itself is equivalent to the prototype or embryo of the "infallible human immortal".

Therefore, the best way to deal with being burned by fire is to transform your life essence towards "burning fire" before being completely destroyed by this force.

As long as one can completely integrate the illusory spiritual will, or the three souls and seven spirits, into the physical body, achieving the state of unity of soul and spirit, and the whole being, the fire that burns the body will naturally cease to exist.

However, for Xu Xing, this condition is extremely difficult to achieve.

First of all, his "indestructible" physique was hastily built and had not been fully cultivated to its optimal condition before he started a life-and-death battle with Zhu Tiandu.

During this process, although Xu Xing's body was injured, his spirit broke free from the shackles and successfully "broke the void", which created an imbalance between body and spirit.

Originally, it was just like this, and Xu Xing still had a chance to adjust, but then, he was injured by Lu Fang's fatal punch, and his body was damaged again, causing the already fragile balance to tilt again.

Up to now, it is no longer possible for Xu Xing to successfully become an immortal through normal means.

After thinking about it, there seems to be no solution.

Although the problem is like a high wall standing in front of us, and there is no hope of breaking through it at all.

But Xu Xing still did not lose heart. He continued to mobilize all his energy and spirit to fight against the increasingly intense burning fire in his body.

If Xu Xing did not have this pure passion and concentration on martial arts, if he was not crazy, mad or insane, he would definitely not have achieved what he has today.

Now, he had even forgotten the fact that his life was gradually coming to an end, and was completely immersed in it.

Suddenly, Xu Xing felt an extremely intense blood energy in the air.

He knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

Xu Xing turned his head and looked towards the inner palace. He raised his hands, stretched his waist, and said to himself:
"finally come."

Although his expression was calm, his eyes were bright with fire, as if he had seen a rich and delicious meal.

"As my last opponent in this life, please don't let me down..."

Capital, Xiyuan, Yuxi Palace.

In a vast temple, the altar on the main wall is filled with incense and candles, with a tablet of the Supreme Taoist Lord on top and three tablets on the bottom.

The sign in the middle reads:

"Lingxiao Shangqing Tonglei Yuanyang Miaoyi Feiyuan Zhenjun."

The sign on the left reads:

"The Nine Heavens spread the teachings and save all living beings. The master of Yin and Yang merits and demerits, the great way of thinking about benevolence, the Purple Extreme Immortal, the One Yang True Man, Yuan Xu Yuan, should enlighten and subdue demons, the loyal and filial emperor."

The sign on the right reads:

"The Great Supreme Daluo Celestial Immortal Purple Extreme Immortal Longevity Saintly Wisdom Brilliant Spiritual Unity Yuan Zheng Ying Yuxu General Master Five Thunders Great True Man Yuandu Realm Wanshou Emperor."

Below the altar is a Bagua-shaped platform covered with a bright yellow cushion. Next to the platform is a rosewood frame with a square bronze chime and a long pole on it. There is also a bronze incense burner outside the frame.

This extremely gorgeous residence with carved railings and jade bricks was the holy place for the Jiajing Emperor to practice Buddhism. The three ancestral tablets were the divine titles bestowed by heaven on the emperor of that dynasty. They contained the vague and unfathomable will of heaven and unpredictable divine powers.

Late at night, Chen Hong, the eunuch in charge of the Imperial Household Department, came to the entrance of the abode with silent steps, prostrated himself on the ground, and asked:
"Your Majesty, there is news from the northwest that Yan Shifan is returning to the capital with countless rare treasures and has now arrived in Datong."

After a long time, a faint voice suddenly sounded.

"Yan Shifan, what a good Yan Shifan! He survived after being in a desperate situation, and he rode six times with lightning and thunder. He is indeed worthy of being my good disciple..."

The sound seemed to be everywhere, rolling in from all directions, continuously, sometimes high, sometimes low, drilling straight into Chen Hong's chest, shaking his blood and making it difficult for him to control himself.

Dateda Si, who was about to succeed Lü Fang as the next head of the Imperial Household Department, suddenly raised his head with an excited look on his face, and his voice was filled with an irrepressible excitement.

"Your Highness, Master, you, you are..."

Chen Hong knew that since the news from the southeast, Jiajing had decided to fast for 60 days, drinking only water, abstaining from grains, killing three kinds of insects, purifying blood and water, and regulating the body and mind in order to restore the combat effectiveness of his heyday.

Although Chen Hong had not yet become a master, as the chief eunuch in charge of writing, he was already very close to this level. Naturally, he could feel that Jiajing's voice and aura were completely different from before.

A tall and thin man in a light silk robe walked out of the monastery with light steps.

He wore a round vanilla crown on his head, a Taoist bun on his head, his black beard fluttering in the wind, his sleeves swaying, and he exuded an ethereal and peaceful temperament, just like an immortal.

This person was none other than Emperor Jiajing Zhu Houzhao, who ruled the Ming Dynasty for decades and did not care about state affairs for twenty years, devoting himself to the search for immortals and Taoism.

However, now Emperor Jiajing gave Chen Hong the feeling that he no longer belonged to the human world, both mentally and physically.

It was as if this emperor on earth had truly become the Prime Minister, who understood the merits and demerits of yin and yang, had Yuan Yang in his chest and Five Thunders in his hands, and could defeat all the demons and evil spirits in the world, such as Fei Yuan Zhen Jun, Zhong Xiao Emperor, and Wan Shou Emperor!
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in from outside the palace, and the door of the monastery was suddenly opened. The dense smoke in the monastery rolled out like waves, making Emperor Jiajing look more like a fairy riding on the clouds.

His eyes emitted a gleam of light that was as solid as substance. Chen Hong only felt that at that moment, the sky and the earth turned white and bright light shone brightly.

This is exactly the strange phenomenon of "the empty room gives rise to whiteness" in Taoist classics.

Emperor Jiajing only glanced at Chen Hong once, then looked away. His voice shone through the misty smoke, as if it came from far away outside the nine heavens, and it was so clear when it sounded in Chen Hong's ears.

"After sixty days of fasting, my body and mind have become clear, as pure as glass, without any flaws."

As he spoke, a hint of emotion flashed in Emperor Jiajing's eyes.

"I also want to thank Yan Shifan and that Great Sage Hun Tian. If it weren't for the pressure they put on me, I'm afraid I would have found it difficult to take this step completely, but..."

At this point, even the shrewd and broad-minded Emperor Jiajing could not help but laugh out loud, and his laughter was extremely hearty.

This emperor of the time, since he ascended the throne at the age of fifteen, created the "Great Ceremony Debate" incident, which ousted Yang Tinghe, the prime minister who had served in four dynasties. From then on, he became famous for his scheming.

In the days that followed, the shrewdness of the Jiajing Emperor became even more profound, and he displayed the art of checks and balances to perfection.

Even if he did not attend court for twenty years, he could still treat civil and military officials as puppets in his hands and manipulate them at will without any fear of power falling into other people's hands.

Therefore, Chen Hong never thought that this emperor, who was always mysterious and spoke in an ambiguous way, could actually laugh so loudly and heartily.

Emperor Jiajing raised his eyebrows, laughed heartily, and said confidently in a tone that looked down on all others and the world:

"After passing the age of sixty, I am now truly invincible in the world!"

Just when Jiajing was feeling confident and satisfied, an erratic and eerie voice sounded outside the temple.

The man smiled coldly, like a wronged soul or evil ghost crawling out from the nine netherworld or the eighteen levels of hell.

"Your Majesty is still so confident and arrogant. I admire you."

"who!"

Chen Hong turned his head suddenly and was about to yell angrily, but his head was gently taken off by an arm that stretched out from the darkness and thrown away casually.

The man's movements were extremely light, without a trace of worldly air, just like picking flowers and leaves, and even had a kind of beauty that was pleasing to the eye.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Emperor Jiajing's face became solemn, and the smoke surrounding his body suddenly shook, as if it was fixed in the void by some invisible divine will, condensed into a cloud-like existence.

His tone was more solemn and dignified than ever before, yet it contained an indescribable emotion.

"Yan Shifan, you are here as expected."

Yan Shifan waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, looked around the house, and said in a nonchalant manner, like a master:

"Your Majesty, haven't you been waiting for this day? Why is it that now, I feel that you are..."

When he said this, his eyebrows twitched, revealing a creepy and deep evil aura.

"Are you a little afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

Emperor Jiajing laughed out of anger, and there was no fear or hesitation in his laughter. He was still so "confident" and "invincible".

"Yan Shifan, your achievements today are the result of my training. If I can make you successful, I can also destroy you!
If I hadn't transplanted Bodhidharma's body into you, you would still be a cripple!"

Yan Shifan also laughed, but his laugh was extremely contemptuous. He no longer used the respectful title "Your Majesty" but called him by his name.

"Zhu Houcong, you just want to use my intelligence and body to explore the way to 'see the gods and not be destroyed'. Why are you so hypocritical?"

He tapped his left leg lightly with his hand, making a clanging sound, and said to himself:
"You want to use me as a stepping stone to pave a path to the Immortal Gate. Am I not also using you as a whetstone to hone my fists in the hope of breaking through the Immortal Gate?"

Just as Yan Shifan said, Emperor Jiajing initially trained him in order to use his intelligence and talent to crack the mysteries of alchemy, and also used him as a test subject to verify his various conjectures.

Although Yan Shifan was born with a disability, he had a strong ambition and was unwilling to be inferior to anyone else. So even though he knew Jiajing's intention, he still resolutely chose to join in.

When Yan Shifan's boxing and alchemy skills were extremely advanced, Emperor Jiajing even took out the lower half of Bodhidharma's body kept in the palace, cut off a leg with his own hands, and transplanted it to Yan Shifan.

From then on, although Yan Shifan was no longer disabled, he had to endure the burning of the embers of the fire day and night. This was both a reward from Emperor Jiajing and a means for him to check and balance Yan Shifan.

But even Jiajing did not expect that Yan Shifan's talent and talent would be so high.

After transplanting the remains of Bodhidharma, the young cabinet minister's progress in boxing skills not only did not slow down, but instead made rapid progress. In just a dozen years, he had surpassed the two main pillars, Lu Bing and Lu Fang, and became qualified to challenge Emperor Jiajing.

It seems that not only did my plan not work, but it actually helped him succeed...

But so what?
Since this person is determined to die, I will use his life to prove that I am indeed invincible!

Thinking of this, Jiajing made a move.

He made a movement. An inhalation.

In an instant, all the smoke that filled the entire monastery was sucked into his stomach. The air rushed and rolled, hitting the surrounding walls, making a violent sound like waves hitting the shore.

It’s more like swallowing than sucking.

Emperor Jiajing's eyes opened wide, and a brilliant white light spurted out of his mouth, almost like the legendary immortal's flying sword, shooting through the air and piercing Yan Shifan's head and face.

At the same time, he stretched out one hand, raised his five fingers into a palm, and suddenly pushed and slapped Yan Shifan's chest.

In an instant, it seemed as if Jiajing was no longer there, and instead, there was a towering giant standing tall and majestic, with his feet on the mountains and rivers.

In terms of momentum alone, Jiajing was even better than Zhu Tiandu at this time. After all, although Zhu Tiandu was known as the Dragon King of the Sea, he had been suffering from injuries for decades and could not even completely occupy the three southeastern provinces.

Jiajing was the supreme ruler of the world who had been sitting on the throne for forty years!

I am afraid that looking across the whole world, there is no one more domineering and powerful than him.

His fists were naturally powerful and irresistible!

Yan Shifan curled the corners of his mouth, fluttered his sleeves, stretched out one hand, first crushed the "Qi Sword", and then confronted Jiajing with a palm without giving an inch.

In the peaceful monastery, there seemed to be a howling sound like a tsunami. The extremely evil spirit of boxing seemed to have completely revitalized the night and even awakened the inexplicable existence in the darkness.

Twisted and strange figures were floating in it, staring at Jiajing's body, their eyes filled with voracious appetite and endless greed.

After a hard fight without any tricks, Jiajing felt the vast and powerful force coming from it. His eyes bulged out involuntarily, and the blood in his body was almost shaken away. His bone marrow felt like it was being pricked by needles, his gums were numb, and his teeth were loose.

boom! ! !
Jiajing's body flew backwards, completely smashing the copper furnace, the platform, and the altar with the ancestral tablets in the temple, and then embedded into the wall, with smoke and dust rising and fragments flying.

Amid the smoke and dust, Yan Shifan's sigh was heard:
"In order to seek immortality, you can ignore everything in the world and even abandon the supreme throne. This reckless will is indeed extraordinary. But..."

Yan Shifan looked at Jiajing who was getting up in a panic and sneered:

"But did you fight for this world and this throne with your sword and gun? Do you think you are worthy of using the country's fortune to practice boxing? The two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty are all on my shoulders!"

After he finished speaking, Yan Shifan took a step forward and came in front of Jiajing. A devilish light flashed in his eyes. He put one hand on Jiajing's head and his evil fist surged out, completely enveloping him.

"It's my turn to sit on this dragon throne!"

By the time the masters from the Eastern Depot and the Imperial Household Department arrived, the grand commotion here had already stopped.

Jiajing looked normal as he walked out of the ruins of the monastery. He still looked like an immortal, but his clothes were a little torn.

He waved his sleeves and said calmly:

"Chen Hong is a traitor who wanted to take advantage of my seclusion to plot against me. I have already shot him dead. You should clean him up and summon Xu Jie, Gao Gong, and Zhang Juzheng to the palace immediately."

When many masters of the palace heard such bizarre news, no matter how well they cultivated their minds, they could not help but feel distracted, their eyes went dark, and they felt dizzy.

How could Eunuch Chen assassinate His Majesty? !

At this moment, another sound of footsteps was heard in the darkness, and the remaining candlelight in the entire hall was immediately extinguished, turning into a darkness as deep as the ocean, completely submerging these palace masters.

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Although it was late at night, Zhang Juzheng, who had been chatting with Xu Xing, did not feel sleepy at all. He came to the desk, turned on the light, and muttered to himself. He felt that countless inspirations were intertwining in his mind, splashing out thousands of sparks brighter than the light.

Just as he was writing furiously, a series of flames suddenly lit up outside the door, illuminating the entire courtyard. The flames shone through the window frame and onto the desk, waking up Zhang Juzheng who was concentrating on his work.

His eyes moved slightly, he straightened his clothes, and just opened the door, he saw a burly Jinyiwei, leading a large group of officers and soldiers, standing in front of the door, as if to knock on it.

Zhang Juzheng naturally recognized this man, and asked with a bow:

"Seventh Master, what are you doing...?"

The visitor was Zhu Qi, the seventh of the 13 Jinyiwei. His face was as solemn as iron, without any emotion. He just said stiffly:
"Master Zhang, we are ordered to invite you to visit the palace."

"Oh?"

Zhang Juzheng nodded at him with a puzzled look, but Zhu Qi seemed not to notice and just repeated:
"Master Zhang, the emperor has issued an order. Shall we go?"

Zhang Juzheng was quite familiar with Zhu Qi. He knew that although Zhu Qi was always impartial in enforcing the law, he was not such a wooden person. He felt a little strange for a moment.

Although he was confused, his expression remained calm and he stretched out his hand to lead.

"Since His Majesty has urgently summoned us, we should not delay. But I wonder who else His Majesty has summoned besides me?"

Zhu Qi didn't respond to him, but turned around and led the way forward.

Zhang Juzheng secretly observed the Jinyiwei around him, but saw some puzzled expressions on their faces, which made him even more confused.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

"I have to go to the palace as well, and we happen to be going the same way."

Zhang Juzheng turned around and saw Xu Xing standing behind him, also surrounded by the Jinyiwei.

However, the Jinyiwei completely ignored this extremely handsome man who should have had a strong presence.

After walking for a while, Zhang Juzheng saw the Jinyiwei team escorting his two colleagues, Xu Jie and Gao Gong. After the three of them met up, they all showed the same puzzled look, obviously not knowing the emperor's intention.

As they were surrounded by the Imperial Guards and had no idea what the urgent summons meant, the three Qingliu Party leaders did not dare to speak directly and could only communicate with their eyes.

However, Xu Xing did not have so many concerns. He asked Xu Jie and Gao Gong many questions about government administration. The two cabinet ministers did not realize anything unusual and gave him all the answers.

Moreover, after everyone finished talking to Xu Xing, it was as if they could no longer see him and forgot about him in the blink of an eye.

This scene made Zhang Juzheng even more horrified.

At this moment, although he knew it was absurd, he still couldn't help but wonder, is this Great Sage Hun Tian a human being, or a ghost wandering in the world that only he can see?

In other words, what kind of magical power, magic or sorcery is this?

However, looking at Xu Xing's face without any gloom, Zhang Juzheng suddenly thought of a quatrain poem that was said to have been left by Lu Zu.

——I went to Yueyang three times but no one recognized me. My reciting poems flew over Dongting Lake.

He entered Yueyang three times but no one recognized him. With Xu Dasheng’s current level, even if Lu Zu was resurrected, we would have to fight to know who is better between them.

It is reasonable for him to be able to do such a thing...

While Zhang Juzheng was daydreaming, this group of people had already passed through numerous palaces and palace gates and arrived deep inside the Forbidden City.

This place is densely covered with secret sentries and many experts. It can be said to be the most heavily guarded place in the world. But even so, no one noticed Xu Xing, who seemed so out of place in the team.

After walking for a while, the three ministers realized at the same time that the place they were going to was getting farther and farther away from the Western Garden where Emperor Jiajing practiced meditation.

Xu Jie and Gao Gong looked at each other and could see the fear beneath the other's calm appearance - what exactly did the emperor mean by this?
They did not doubt that Zhu Qi had the courage to forge the imperial edict, but they became worried when they thought about the fact that Yan Shifan was about to return to the court in recent days.

But when the two turned around, they found that the youngest one, Zhang Taiyue, had no reaction at all, and even looked a little lost in thought.

——Did he receive the emperor’s secret order?
While the two were wondering, Zhu Qi had already brought them to an alley with tall red walls on both sides.

Suddenly, Zhu Qi turned around, looked at the three elders, and announced in a cold voice:
"You three are suspected of colluding with Chen Hong to assassinate His Majesty. We are ordered to execute you here!"

At this moment, twenty or thirty masters suddenly appeared from the walls on both sides. Some of them were from the Imperial Household Department, and some were from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but without exception, they were all the most "legitimate" masters of the Imperial Palace.

Although Xu Jie and Gao Gong had experienced many ups and downs in officialdom, they had never seen such a murderous scene. They were immediately frightened and their faces turned pale, their hearts beat wildly, and they were almost dead.

At this moment, a slight but extremely obvious sound of footsteps was heard, and Xu Xing stood out from the crowd.

Many masters only felt their eyes flash and saw another person in front of them. The moment they saw that person, their hair stood up uncontrollably and their whole bodies trembled violently.

These people are all masters of the palace who are responsible for guarding the imperial palace. Having sharp ears and sharp eyes is the most basic of the basics. With their level, they can see every detail within a radius of several feet or dozens of feet, even a pin drop can be detected.

But even so, no one noticed where this stranger came from or how he got in.

When Xu Jie and others saw the back figure, they suddenly remembered that they had just talked to this person. However, at that time they did not feel that this person was a stranger at all, but rather very familiar.

At this moment, this familiarity suddenly turned into a fear that penetrated the lungs and bones.

This is a fear that comes from the most fundamental part of life, a fear of an existence that is difficult to fathom and imagine.

——Is this a human or a ghost? !
Xu Xing raised his head, glanced around, laughed loudly, and said approvingly:
"You are extremely evil, you blind the mind and devour the will. Yan Shifan, you really did not disappoint me."

While laughing towards the sky, Xu Xing stretched out his hand and slowly clapped his hands.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on his palms, as if they were not two palms, but two unparalleled treasures in heaven and earth.

Xu Xing's palms were covered with fine flame patterns, and his skin was like a layer of crystal clear jade, unable to conceal the lava-like hot blood.

Although the flame pattern was thin, the light was dazzling and scorching. Everyone felt that the world was distorted and their eyes were burning, as if even their vision was completely burned.

In the time it took to finish a sentence, Xu Xing clapped his hands three times in a row.

When they clapped their hands for the first time, Zhu Qi and other Jinyiwei who were closest to them felt as if they were fixed in place by some invisible force. Their bodies became stiff and they could hardly move at all.

After the second clap, the skilled fighters on the wall who had not yet jumped down, as well as Zhu Qi and others, all trembled, their eyes turned black, and they fell limply to the ground.

After the third clap, all the masters who were lurking on the rooftops, treetops, courtyards, and even in every corner, and who were still able to hold on with their will, all fell to the ground.

For a moment, many masters fell down like gourds and rolled on the ground.

Xu Xing didn't even have to make a move, but just relying on his "breaking the void" boxing skill, he was able to subdue and defeat all of these palace masters!
This is the best boxing technique in the world, the realm of the immortal on earth!

After witnessing this scene, Zhang Juzheng finally realized why one who practices martial arts to the highest level can be called a human immortal.

This is because there is such a huge gap between them and ordinary people. The gap is so big that it is like they are two different species!

Xu Xing turned around and explained to Zhang Juzheng concisely:

"These people are controlled by Yan Shifan's fist. I have helped them to remove this spirit. You can leave the palace now. When this matter is over, come back to clean up the situation."

After saying this, Xu Xing didn't care about the expressions of the three men. He just whistled again, laughed loudly, leaned forward and flew away.

"Yan Shifan and Zhu Houcong, what are you still doing hiding in your tortoise shells? Get out here and die!"

(End of this chapter)