The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 148 Dharma Sacrifice, the Three Movements of Heaven, Earth and Man.

Suzhou Port is located at the throat of the Yangtze River estuary, stretching from Changshan in the west to Liuhe in the east. Merchants gather here and all kinds of goods are sold here. It is the main maritime trade route between the Song Dynasty and Japan, Jiaozhi, Goryeo and other countries.

On the sea, Mohist mechanical ships shuttled back and forth like dragons. The hulls were mainly made of dark wood, and each piece of wood had been carefully polished, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the morning light.

The bow of the ship was high, carved with a ferocious beast head, and the beast's eyes flashed dark gold light, exuding Moze's fierce power. On both sides of the hull, huge feather-like mechanical wings rose and fell with the wind, providing additional power for the ship.

The inside and outside of the hull are inlaid with exquisite copper mechanisms. The mechanisms seem like living things, and they rotate slightly with the rise and fall of the mechanical wings and the flow of the sea, making low and harmonious mechanical sounds.

The mechanical ships that ply and dock on the sea are like strange beasts spreading their wings ready to fly, carrying huge and abundant cargoes and traversing the waves of the four seas.

At this time, the harbor dock was crowded with people, including the imperial court, heroes, common people, merchants... a large number of people gathered, looking eagerly towards the intersection of Haitian and Tianxia.

Ah Zhu, Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan stood quietly on the shore, the sea breeze blowing their hair and skirts, and also blowing the hearts of the young men around them.

Three thousand Jinyiwei wearing flying fish uniforms, led by Duan Yanqing, cleared a clearing. Surrounding them were the fully armored cavalry guards, and at the outermost edge were the local garrisons, who cooperated to maintain the normal operation of the harbor.

"coming!"

Duan Yanqing stared at the small boat flying rapidly towards him from the Haitian Communication Center and warned the officials around him.

The Suzhou prefect was shocked and looked up quickly. He could vaguely see a simple boat passing between the mechanical ships and heading towards the shore at a very fast speed.

He withdrew his gaze with a serious expression, turned sideways to Jiumozhi who was wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe, bowed and said: "Master, the Buddhist disciples are carrying the national tools of Japan on a pilgrimage, and we must not lose the dignity of the court."

Although no one from the Ministry of Rites came, the fact that the Minister of Rites sent a letter of reminder was enough to show the importance the court attached to this pilgrimage.

The great master Jiumozhi, who is known as the Walking Sage of Yi, came in person. The importance of this Buddhist journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures can be imagined.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I know the importance of this matter..." Jiumozhi raised his hand and saluted, his expression gradually becoming solemn. He knew that from today on, the name of the Saint Yi would resound throughout the world, and be deeply remembered by all living beings in heaven and earth.

He turned around, bowed deeply to the group of great scholars and Taoists behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, our mission is important, and we must work tirelessly."

"For the sake of the world and the people, the name of the Saint Yi should be spread throughout the world!" Under the leadership of Huang Shang, the representative of Confucianism, and Liu Hunkang, the representative of Taoism, hundreds of Confucian scholars and hundreds of Taoists bowed solemnly in unison to return the greeting.

Jiumozhi stood up and led the people behind him to get busy with solemn expressions. Musicians, boys, books, incense tables, flags, wooden frames, stone statues, red silk, Taoist banners...

Such a solemn scene made the onlookers' hearts rise. Everyone had a thought in their mind: something big is going to happen!

Ah Bi looked puzzled: "Senior Sister Ah Zhu, what is Master Jiu doing?"

Ah Zhu shook her head slightly: "How should I know? Master didn't mention it to me."

Wang Yuyan's eyes flickered as she said softly, "This is the creation of a saint. Master is going to become a saint... No, I should say that with Master's achievements, he should have been honored as a saint by the world long ago."

After the Seven Killing Orders were issued, the fighting in the martial arts world was far away from the people.

The corruption killing order was issued and corrupt officials were brought to justice.

With the execution order, unjust, false and wrong cases were cleared up.

Under the tax reduction order, excessive taxes and levies were sorted out.

After the Tiansha order was issued, basic arable land was guaranteed.

……

The cold and solemn killing orders reversed the decline of the Song Dynasty, brought a bright future to the people, and gave hope to people all over the world.

The immortal seeds will ensure that there will be no more starving people in the world and everyone will have food to eat.

Daxia Academy provides people all over the world with an opportunity to study and gain wisdom.

Revive all schools of thought, make all industries flourish, and promote business prosperity.

Compiling a general outline of martial arts for the world opens up a great era in which everyone pursues martial arts.

Sort out the world's collection of books and make the already prosperous literary fortune even more prosperous.

Not to mention regulating the martial arts world and eliminating the dangers of Buddhism, the above alone are enough to build a temple and canonize a saint.

A-Bi covered her mouth with her hands, looking surprised: "Ah? Then don't we have to become disciples of the saint?"

Ah Zhu rolled his eyes and said, "What a fuss! With Master's current prestige, even if he becomes a Saint's disciple, it would only be like that."

Wang Yuyan shook her head slightly, her expression solemn: "Otherwise, the name of Confucius has allowed the Yansheng family to survive for more than 1,600 years. If Master's name of Yisheng can be recognized by the world..."

Having said this, she fell silent. She did not feel excited or happy, but felt an immense pressure coming down from nowhere, and her heart felt heavy and suffocating.

Ah Zhu opened her mouth and fell silent with a complicated expression. Over the years, just being the disciple of Master Yi had made her dare not slack off. If her master really became a saint...

A-Bi frowned. Seeing her two sisters A-Zhu and Yu-Yan like this, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Under everyone's gaze, the process began at the dockside. Red silk was spread on the ground, dragon flags were lined up, Taoist pennants were flying, a high platform was erected, incense was lit on the incense table, and the entire arrangement was completed only when a statue of a Taoist priest with one hand behind his back, holding a stone book and looking up at the sky and earth was erected.

"This statue? How come I have never seen it before?"

Among the spectators around, many people had doubts in their hearts.

The statue is dressed in a bluestone Taoist robe, a Taoist hat on his head, and has a straight brow. It holds a blank stone book with one hand behind its back, and looks up at the blue sky.

Naturally, many people recognized it at a glance. This was the statue of the famous Taiyi Zhenren. Of course, ordinary people and merchants naturally didn't know this.

"Amitabha, the Buddhist disciple Xuzhu, carrying the national artifacts of Japan, traveled west on a pilgrimage to seek the true scriptures..."

The Buddhist music is long and full of compassion. It drifts gently into the ears of the people on the coast along with the blowing sea breeze.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an ugly monk in a red cassock standing at the bow of a rapidly approaching boat with his hands clasped together. Behind him was a swastika Buddhist flag fluttering, and under the flag was a mahogany box.

He hooked his right foot back, and the box behind him flew straight up, and he held it with one hand. Then he touched the sea surface with his toes, and after a few rises and falls, it landed on the red silk on the shore.

Jiumozhi, who was standing in front of the incense table, flicked his whisk and shouted loudly: "Wulian Tianzun... the pilgrim has arrived, let's start the ritual!" The musicians around him moved at the order, drums started beating, suonas sounded, and the humming of conch shells resounded through the sky.

"The Infinite Heavenly Venerable, the Master of Change, is a great virtue, saving all living beings..."

On the right side of the platform stood a hundred great scholars led by Huang Shang, and on the left stood a hundred Taoists led by Liu Hunkang. They stood with their backs straight, each holding a copy of the Yi Sheng Du Shi Jing and chanting loudly. The sound was sacred and solemn, and with the blessing of the strong true qi, it was clearly heard by everyone.

On both sides of the incense table, three hundred boys and girls each held a copy of the Yi Sheng Du Shi Jing in their hands and sang in unison: "Wulian Tianzun, Yizhu has great virtue, and saves all living beings..."

The Yi Sheng Du Shi Jing was written by Jiumozhi and later improved by Wang Yi. This is a book that praises Wang Yi's achievements, and it is also a book that records spiritual practice. The first part praises his achievements, and the second part teaches people how to cultivate their minds. It is a book that can be compared with the General Outline of World Martial Arts.

Seeing such a big scene, Xu Zhu couldn't help but frowned slightly. Just as he was about to ask, he was stunned the next moment.

Not only him, but everyone who heard the following eulogy was stunned. Their expressions quickly turned to astonishment, and then shock. If the atmosphere was not too solemn, I am afraid that some people would have cried out in surprise.

As the singing continued, many people gradually came to their senses.

It turns out that the drastic changes in the Song Dynasty over the past ten years were all caused by the Taiyi Immortal who had been away from the world for a long time.

Immortal Seed, Daxia Academy, Reviving Hundred Schools of Thought, Compiling the General Outline of Martial Arts, Sorting Out the Books in the World, Regulating the Martial Arts World, Seven Killing Orders, Greed Killing Order, Law Killing Order, Tax Killing Order, Land Killing Order, Suppressing Buddhism Order, Moving Buddhism Order...

I thought the government was wise and the officials were awake. Who would have thought that a saint had come to save the people?

The more the people around listened, the more excited they became. They said, how come all those great masters and good men who stood up for themselves disappeared all of a sudden? The police became kind, the ruffians became docile, the officials became friendly... It seemed that the saints used their great wisdom to clean up the filth of the world.

The people gradually became noisy, but soon quieted down under the cold gaze of the Jinyiwei. Today's Jinyiwei is famous for more than just being able to stop children from crying at night.

The officers and soldiers were indifferent, the heroes were silent, and many people who knew the inside story were in a trance.

Unconsciously, the Taoist monk, while sitting in the Sutra Pavilion and comprehending the profound law, actually changed the appearance of the world. This great wisdom of overcoming the sufferings of the world is so impressive that people will be impressed when they hear about it and admire it when they see it.

Jiumozhi closed his eyes slightly, and when the chanting ended and began to repeat, he opened his eyes and shouted: "Buddha's son, please step forward!"

The voice was peaceful and blended into the sacred and solemn singing, waking everyone up.

Xu Zhu exhaled lightly, suppressing his turbulent emotions. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he walked solemnly along the red silk paved road towards the incense table in the distance.

Jiumozhi saw Xuzhu come to the incense table and stand still. He stretched out his hand to signal and said solemnly: "Please place the Japanese national utensils on the incense table."

Xu Zhu nodded slightly, put the box down, bent over and took out a sword, a jade, and a mirror, and placed them on the incense table respectively.

A sword, with a slender blade and a sharp edge, flashing with cold light. The hilt is wrapped with complex cloud patterns, like flowing clouds or dormant dragons and snakes.

A piece of jade, like a piece of warm Hetian jade, presents a warm color. The jade is engraved with complex patterns, like a combination of stars and mountains, full of mystery and depth. Surrounded by eight golden dragon-shaped decorations, it looks lifelike and seems to be ready to take off at any time.

A mirror, a copper mirror one foot long, the mirror surface is so bright that you can reflect your own reflection, the mirror frame is inlaid with gems and gold ornaments, shining with dazzling light, and mysterious patterns and words are engraved on the back.

Xu Zhu took a step back, pointed at the three sacred artifacts on the table, and introduced them in a gentle voice: "These are the national artifacts of Japan, the sword of Ame-no-Kame, the Yasakani no Magatama, and the Yata Mirror. These three objects symbolize the royal power and divine authority of Japan."

Jiumozhi nodded, and stared at the three sacred objects on the incense table, with a look of doubt in his eyes. Why did the Pavilion Master attach so much importance to these three dead objects?

He retracted his gaze, flicked his whisk, and shouted loudly: "Please light the incense, fellow Buddhist! Use the Japanese national utensils as a sacrifice to the three fortunes of heaven, earth and man!" As he said this, he looked at Xu Zhu and handed him three tall incense sticks.

Xu Zhu suppressed his doubts, reached out to take the incense, lit it with the candlelight, then folded his hands and held the incense upright in front of his chest.

"A sacrifice to the Yang energy of heaven! Bow!" Jiumozhi shouted loudly and signaled Xuzhu to kneel down with his eyes.

Xu Zhu frowned, looked at the statue standing on the high platform, and thinking of the other party's achievements, he knelt down calmly.

"Second sacrifice to the Yin Luck of the Earth! Bow!"

"Three sacrifices to the nation's destiny! Bow!"

Jiumozhi's expression relaxed, he chuckled, raised his hand and bowed, saying: "Buddhist, insert the tall incense into the incense burner, and the ritual is over."

Xu Zhu nodded, stood up and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner on the incense table. He turned sideways and put his hands together in a salute, and asked, "Master, what is the meaning of this ritual?"

Jiumozhi shook his head: "I don't know. Only Master Yi knows what he has to say." He turned around and raised his hand to suppress the singing. When the singing stopped, he looked at the three Ah Zhu girls in the distance, smiled and bowed, saying: "The rest will be handed over to the three princes. I still have to spread the Taoism for the Taoist master, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, he turned around and took a group of Confucian scholars and Taoists, led by three hundred boys and girls, chanting and singing as they pushed through the crowd and left.

Ah Zhu retracted his gaze, turned to face the heroes, and said in a loud voice: "The journey to the West to obtain the scriptures is not only a test for the Buddhist sect by my master, but also a test for the warriors of the world."

"The Buddha will go north to Bianliang along the way to obtain the scriptures. Warriors along the way can challenge him. Those who successfully kill the Buddha can practice with the master for three years and receive a magic pill as a reward..."

Before she finished her words, the crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into an uproar. Everyone looked at Xu Zhu with a fiery gaze, a kind of passion that made them want to eat him alive.

"Silence!" A bone-chilling shout filled with murderous intent rang out, like a basin of cold water poured down, extinguishing the fire in everyone's hearts.

Everyone looked at Duan Yanqing in the Feiyu suit, their hearts trembled, and they stopped talking without hesitation.

Ah Zhu's expression became serious, and he continued in a loud voice: "Only one person can challenge each time, and the strength must be at the same level as the Buddha's disciples. After the challenge, the Buddha's disciples can rest for an hour, and must continue to accept challenges after an hour. Challenges can be held at any time, day or night. As long as the Buddha's disciples are alive, the battle will never stop!"

"This trip to the west to obtain the scriptures will be supervised by the Jinyiwei and Xiaolongwei throughout the journey. If anyone dares to disregard the rules and act recklessly... the Jinyiwei and the people from the East and West Factories will come to settle accounts."

Although the voice was light, everyone who heard it changed their expression. No matter what kind of power it was, if it was approached by the Jinyiwei and the East and West Factories at the same time, the end would be... just thinking about it was chilling.

Ah Zhu scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on Murong Fu in the crowd. She retracted her gaze, looked at Xu Zhu, who had a solemn expression, and reminded him, "Buddha, you must be mentally prepared. When the sun rises tomorrow, you will set off with the national weapon of Japan on your back. I hope you can make it to the end."

After saying that, he shook his head, called A-Bi and Yu-yan, and turned to leave.

As the three women left, the governor of Suzhou quickly ordered people to evacuate the civilians and merchants. He didn't dare to joke with the lives of these civilians and merchants. If there were too many casualties, he would be in danger of losing his official position.

The crowded dock was soon empty, leaving only the heroes with flashing eyes, the Jinyiwei with stern expressions, and the Xiaoqiwei in full armor.

Xu Zhu faced the crowd, clasped his hands together, and sat down cross-legged with a calm expression. He closed his eyes, calmed his mind and began to regulate his breathing, preparing for the upcoming battle.

(End of this chapter)