The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 105 Heaven and Earth Praise, Immortals and Buddhas Praise

The capital of Japan.

White silk fluttered inside and outside the city, and simple flags made of white satin were planted on both sides of the road outside the East City Gate, like a white road extending to the end of the sky.

Under the flags, a human wall spread out like a dragon. The 120,000 Limin Army and 260,000 Guangdong Guards formed a protective formation to guard this white road to the sky.

The Limin Army soldiers were dressed in blood-stained silver armor, the silver spears they held were dark red, their faces were covered in blood and fatigue, and they could not hide the sincere sadness in their hearts.

The Guangdong Guards were dressed in dark red and light blue military uniforms. Their hair was clotted with blood, and the blood on their faces was also clotted into clumps. Even the sand and blood clots could not completely hide the sadness on their faces.

Every soldier on both sides of the Heavenly Road had a white silk tied on his right arm. They stood straight in military posture, with solemn and dignified expressions. Their eyes were sparkling with tears. In their red eyes, wisps of mist slowly gathered into water.

The strong smell of blood filled the air above the Heavenly Road, and together with the terrifying murderous intent in the air, it formed a terrifying and breathtaking military force.

No matter how sad the Limin Army and Guangdong Guards who had just returned from the battlefield were in their hearts, they could not hide their solemn and indifferent expressions. Although their red eyes were moist, the murderous look they revealed was still frightening.

They have killed too many people and their minds have been corroded by murderous intent. If it were not for the strict discipline that has become their instinct, they would have become madmen who only know how to kill.

Wang Yi had no expression of sadness or joy, he held up the mahogany coffin containing Yan Zhendong's body with one hand, and walked slowly toward the East City Gate. He wore a pure white robe over his green Taoist robe, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.

Behind him, Li Hu, dressed in white, led three thousand secret guards in white robes, holding up a flag made in time, and followed slowly with a solemn expression.

Li Hu showed a sad face, and he shouted with all his strength: "Farewell, Marshal Yan!"

"Farewell, Marshal Yan!" The three thousand secret guards behind him shouted in unison.

Swish!
The soldiers on both sides of the Tianlu all raised their right hands above their heads, saluted solemnly, and shouted loudly: "Farewell, Marshal Yan!" Their voices revealed a strong sense of sorrow.

"Farewell, Marshal Yan!"

"Farewell, Marshal Yan!"

"Farewell, Marshal Yan!"

……

As the funeral procession moved forward, loud shouts filled with sorrow rose and fell, spreading along the Heavenly Road to the distant horizon.

Wang Yi's eyes were focused, and as his mind moved, a spiritual field of a hundred feet around him expanded, covering all the soldiers along the way, and the spiritual illusion was quietly performed:

"Praise to the King of Zhenxi... He led his troops to Japan to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits, and cleanse the evildoers."

"Praise to the King of Zhenxi... He is invincible in battle and unstoppable in attack. The land of Japan has all returned to Daxia."

"Praise to the King of Zhenxi... a brave man, whose achievements are unparalleled and whose power is feared by all."

"Praise the King of Zhenxi..."

……

Heaven and earth praise, immortals and Buddhas pay tribute to you.

An extremely grand scene appeared before the eyes of the soldiers along the way.

One after another, illusory figures appeared in the void, some wearing robes, some holding instruments, some stepping on auspicious clouds, and some riding mythical beasts, all of them were immortals and Buddhas. They surrounded the funeral procession and sang in unison, their voices sacred and solemn, as if they were seeing Yan Zhendong off.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, golden lotuses bloom from the void, fairies dance, cranes soar, immortal music resounds throughout heaven and earth, and the sounds of praise are vast and sacred.

The sky and the earth changed color, all things glowed, flowers fell from the ceiling, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground.

The funeral procession and the shadows of immortals and Buddhas are intertwined, forming a shocking picture.

This shocking scene did not stay long in the hearts of the soldiers along the way, but it did help cleanse the filth in their hearts.

The fierce light in the eyes of the soldiers along the way gradually dissipated, replaced by a clear mind and deep shock. They wanted to open their mouths to cry out in surprise, but as soon as the thought came to their mind, it disappeared inexplicably in an instant, and they could only watch the funeral procession going away with a solemn expression.

Wang Yi held up the mahogany coffin with firm and powerful steps. Li Hu and three thousand secret guards followed closely behind him, their steps were in unison, like a silent band playing a requiem.

As the funeral procession went away, the shadows of the immortals and Buddhas in front of the soldiers along the way gradually dissipated. But this shocking scene was deeply engraved in their hearts.

……

Edo Port Coast.

Li Hu looked at Wang Yi, who was standing on the sea with a coffin in one hand, with an indescribably complicated expression on his face: "The prince's immortal-like methods are incomprehensible to mortals like us, but Yan Shuai's family is small and weak, and it is not a safe move to rashly push them to the front... and Yan Ming is only eight years old now... isn't it too early?"

At the beginning, the grand scene of praise from heaven and earth and tribute from immortals and Buddhas also deeply shocked him.

But as time went by, the grand scene gradually became illusory before his eyes, until it had no effect on him at all.

Because of this, he suddenly realized that all this was done secretly by Wang Yi.

This should be a spiritual method. He was probably not affected because of his profound spiritual realm. But those soldiers would probably believe it without a doubt. This method of rallying the troops was really unpredictable.

This is paving the way for Yan Zhendong's eldest son, Yan Ming.

With what happened today, as long as Yan Ming shows some fighting spirit, he can easily win the hearts of the soldiers on the Japanese island.

And the King of Zhenxi... He is planning to bury Yan Zhendong with royal rites... And the issue of succession to the throne...

King of Zhenxi...King of Dong...The difference of only one word, the deep meaning behind it is hard not to think too much.

Thinking of this, his heart was suddenly in turmoil...

Li Da is Wang Yi's only disciple. If Wang Yi really wants to stay away from worldly troubles... their Li family will undoubtedly be the biggest winner.

But now... everything has become confusing again...

Without even turning his head, Wang Yi lowered his eyes to look at his reflection on the sea, and said lightly: "I don't care about selfish desires, but you shouldn't plot against your own people. The desire for power is blinding, and this time your Li family has gone too far..." "Your Majesty..." Li Hu's face changed drastically, and he quickly opened his mouth to explain.

"No need to explain. I know what your Li family is thinking... Li Da may not be involved in this matter, but as the head of the Li family, he can't even control the land of one family. How can I trust him to hand over the huge foundation of Guangdong Prefecture?"

Wang Yi shook his head in disappointment and said lightly: "Do what I told you to do. If anything goes wrong, you don't have to worry about the Intelligence Bureau..." After that, he said no more, took a step forward, tore open the air in front of him, dragged the mahogany coffin, and flew rapidly towards the place where the sea and the sky met, gradually turning into a small black dot until it completely disappeared.

Something big is going to happen...

Li Hu stood there in a daze for a long time, took a deep breath, turned around and led the secret guards back the way they had come. They had to end the war in Japan as soon as possible and rush back, hoping that everything was still in time.

……

Guangdong Prefecture, Council Hall.

The royal chair at the top of the council hall had long been removed, replaced by a solemn and dignified mourning hall.

In the middle of the mourning hall was a mahogany coffin, which was tightly wrapped in ice bricks. Smoke was curling around it, and tall incense sticks were inserted in the huge tripod in front of the coffin.

In front of the tripod, a haggard lady in white mourning clothes was kneeling in front of the mourning hall, holding a six-year-old girl in her left hand and an eight-year-old boy in her right hand. She was neither crying nor making a fuss, but just holding the two sleeping children with a sad face, staring blankly at the coffin behind the tripod.

The hall was drenched in mourning, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing, and filled with a hint of sadness.

Officials from Guangdong prefecture, both big and small, were also dressed in white mourning clothes. Led by Li Da, Wu Meng and others, they knelt behind the lady without saying a word.

There are many familiar figures among them, including Huang Feihong, Li Yuan, Liang Hu, Huang Qiying, Chen Tiansheng, Kong Da...

Among the officials present, more than half were from the Limin faction, and the rest were mostly from the Political Affairs Department of Limin University, as well as talents who had come here one after another.

In the solemn and depressing atmosphere, everyone's heartbeats seemed to be clearly audible.

The officials kneeling on the ground, whether they were core senior officials like Li Da and Wu Meng, or retired officials like Li Yuan and Liang Hu, all remained silent at this moment and did not dare to make any rash moves.

Everyone felt heavy in their hearts, recalling the scene seven days ago when Wang Yi carried the mahogany coffin and delivered Yan Zhendong's body to the meeting hall with a bow with every step. They were so shocked that they could not recover for a long time.

What kind of achievements would allow the King of the East to personally carry the coffin and pay tribute to him?
Countless people witnessed this scene that day. It is predictable that this scene will soon spread throughout the world. By then, the name of Yan Zhendong, the King of Zhenxi, will spread throughout Daxia and is destined to go down in history.

At this moment, the door of the council hall slowly opened, and everyone quickly glanced over.

Wang Yi was seen walking towards them in a black royal robe with a white silk tied around his right arm, looking dignified. Behind him, the chief and deputy chief stewards of the inner court, Chang Wei and Ah Fu, followed closely behind, each holding a tray with a piece of golden silk on it.

Such a formal scene made everyone hold their breath, and their hearts were immediately stirred.

Even when Guangdong Prefecture was first established and Wang Yi was offering sacrifices to heaven and proclaiming himself king, he was only wearing a green Taoist robe the entire time. This was the first time he wore a royal robe so formally.

Something big is going to happen...

Everyone straightened up, then bowed to the ground and saluted in unison: "We pay our respects to His Majesty... Long live the prince, long live the prince, long live the prince." Faced with such a formal ceremony, they had to be formal as well. At this moment, everyone's heartstrings were tense.

"Concubine..."

"Sister Yan, there's no need to be so polite." Wang Yi took a step forward and came to Fu Meixue's side. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and his sleeves lightly touched the other's shoulders, transmitting a soft force to stop her from standing up to greet him.

He then reached out and gently stroked the heads of the two children in his arms, using his spiritual power to guide the two little ones into a deep sleep.

Looking at the haggard Fu Meixue, he sighed and said, "Sister Yan, you should pay more attention to rest. Xiaoming and Xiaoya are still young... They can't live without you..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy..." Fu Meixue forced a smile, her voice low and hoarse, revealing deep sadness and helplessness.

Wang Yi sighed softly, turned around and glanced at the many civil and military officials kneeling on the ground. He stared at everyone with his majestic eyes for a long time before he said lightly: "You... have disappointed me... very much!" The voice was not loud, but it made everyone in the hall feel a chill in their hearts.

"Your Highness, please calm down!" Except for Fu Meixue, everyone in the hall, including the guards, prostrated themselves on the ground with fear on their faces.

The wrath of the Eastern King! Who in the world can bear it? Who dares to bear it?
They naturally understood why Wang Yi was angry. Even if there were some who did not know the inside story, they had roughly figured it out through their own channels during these seven days.

Who is Yan Zhendong? An old man who rose from obscurity with the East King. He gained the trust of the East King and rose rapidly all the way from being a street performer to the position of the commander-in-chief of the three armies of Guangdong Prefecture.

Such a respected and powerful figure, such a person regarded as a close confidant by the King of the East, was actually plotted against and forced to death in the name of justice.

Don't even mention considering the reputation of the King of the East. If there is no selfish motive involved, I'm afraid even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe it.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes were turned intentionally or unintentionally to Li Da, Li Yuan and other officials of the Li family.

There are those who gloat over others’ misfortunes, those who are dissatisfied and fearful, those who sigh helplessly, and those who are disappointed and secretly angry...

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back and quietly watched the officials in the hall. With his heart reflected, he observed the changes in the hearts of each official without any sadness or joy.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall seemed to be frozen, and everyone unconsciously slowed down their breathing, for fear of breaking the solemn silence.

After a cup of tea.

Wang Yi looked at Li Da with disappointment. He had already given the other party the opportunity. Since he was unwilling to fight for it, he could not blame him. He said calmly: "I came here today to announce two things. Chang Wei, please announce the decree..."

When everyone heard this, they were all startled and pricked up their ears with serious expressions.

"Yes." Chang Wei bowed slightly and handed the tray to Lai Fu. He took the golden silk from the tray and unfolded it, then said to the officials:
"General Yan, a brave warrior, led his army to Japan to protect the peace of Daxia, slaying demons and eliminating evil. He was invincible in every battle and conquered every area of ​​Japan. His achievements were unparalleled, and his prestige was so great that it frightened all the countries inside and outside the country."

"However, Commander Yan had the world in his heart and was not content with his achievements. Because the fields were filled with slaughter, he feared that Heaven would punish Xia, so he hanged himself to thank Heaven and Earth. His ambition was great and his feelings were genuine. He was willing to die for the sake of the people of the world. His sincerity moved Heaven and his righteousness moved the earth. We should respect him and praise his achievements, which should be recorded in history forever and passed down through the ages!"

"In recognition of his achievements, he is posthumously conferred the title of General Protector of the Nation, granted the title of King of Zhenxi, and buried with the ceremony of a Duke. Due to his death, his title of King will be inherited by his legitimate son Yan Ming. In addition, the King of the East feels the old friendship with the King of Zhenxi, and will formally accept his legitimate son and daughter as his disciples from today on. I decree this!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Meixue could no longer hold back her tears. She gently placed the two children on the cushions, moved her numb legs, and bowed down, crying, "I, on behalf of Zhendong, thank the prince for his gift!"

Wang Yi turned around and helped her up, saying in a gentle voice: "Sister Yan, there is no need to be polite. This is the honor that the King of Zhenxi deserves. Even what I have given is not even one tenth of his achievements... The young man of the King of Zhenxi will enjoy the honor for the rest of his life, and so will his descendants! This is my promise."

Fu Meixue's face became solemn. She straightened her clothes solemnly and bowed down again with stubborn eyes: "I beg Your Majesty to kill all the officials involved in this matter. For this, I can give up all the titles and rewards! I only ask for justice for my husband!" She was already sobbing as she finished speaking. The grief and hatred in her cry were moving!

(End of this chapter)