Taixuan poisonous knife, the enemy strikes at the end of the robbery
Wang Zhong brought up the mysterious demon of Xuan Yin, and his spiritual thoughts were vague and indistinct through the seal. Sure enough, he noticed that the water of the Yellow River outside the seal was slowly falling, and the water demons and monsters that were causing trouble everywhere also disappeared without a trace. He looked up again,
The cumulonimbus clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the wind stopped. If this continues, in just a few days, the entire Yellow River will return to its original peaceful state.
The Master of the Red Sleeves also knew the origin of Wang Zhong this time. Seeing that Wang Zhong did not speak, the atmosphere in the place was awkward. He hesitated for a moment and slowly said: "Although Sir, he is called a monster by the world, this move frightens the water demon and demon god.
In addition, the floods receded and saved tens of millions of lives in six provinces in one fell swoop. It can be said that the merits are immeasurable and the good results are boundless."
Wang Zhong sneered, "What are the merits? I'm afraid my sins are overwhelming, the consequences are boundless, the world is in catastrophe, and all life is destined to be in ruins. I insist on going my own way, going against the will of heaven, and I don't know when I will receive retribution, and I will be completely destroyed."
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"No, the Tao Te Ching doesn't say that the way of heaven is not close to anyone and always associates with good people. It means that the way of heaven is not close to anyone and only helps kind people. Sir, this action has saved countless people, which is really a great kindness. I think sir
I am persistent and a little extreme, so I have been misunderstood by the world. I once had a good friend who had two poems. After thinking about them, I decided to give them to my husband."
"Meet you!" Wang Zhong seemed to be listening but not paying attention, but his eyes were fixed on the huge five-color altar with a radius of several miles in the middle of the space, "Which two poems are there?"
"The world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at the fact that the world can't see through it." The master of the Red Sleeve Academy smiled and said: "I think the meanings are different, but at least there is something in common with Mr."
"Haha, haha! How can Tang Bohu's trick be applied to me?" Wang Zhong laughed and said: "Since the way of heaven has no relation, how can it always be with good people? This good is not the other's good. It's all your Confucianism.
Tampering with the Dao Jing Sui Dynasty, I once read scriptures written before the Han Dynasty in Beimang Mountain, but it was written that the way of heaven has no relatives and always follows the people."
"Taking obedience as a good thing can be said to be the first thing to do. A bull's head is wrong to the horse's mouth, and a bull's head is wrong to the horse's mouth."
"This!" The Master of the Red Sleeves was slightly startled. His original intention was to relax the atmosphere, but unexpectedly it turned out to be boring. His face turned slightly red, and a look of embarrassment appeared for a moment, and then he regained his composure.
"We have different paths and we don't want to work together." A female disciple leading behind him said coldly: "Now that the flood has receded, Master, let's go back. Ming Dang'er, why don't you come over?"
Mingdang was behind Wang Zhong at this time, "Hey, Senior Sister Liu, are we going back right now?"
"What are you holding in your hand? Such evil weapons, demons and demons, will only harm yourself if you use them."
This female disciple suffered a loss at the hands of Wang Zhong, Senior Sister Liu. Liu Rushi, a talented girl from Jiangnan who ranks fourth among the eight outstanding disciples of Red Sleeve Academy, is famous among the scholars in Jiangnan. She has outstanding talents in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Not good, how many literati are willing to spend a lot of money to please customers. Although this girl is wearing men's clothing, she is still graceful and graceful. It's just that her vitality was injured by Wang Zhong's forced use of the Xuanyin Blood Light Divine Mirror, and her face is a little pale, but
It looks even more exquisite and beautiful, like a lady carved from white marble, with the style of classical beauty blowing towards her face.
When Mingdang heard Liu Rushi's words, he first glanced at the Master of the Red Sleeves Academy, and then looked at Wang Zhong. He was holding the Xuanyin Demon Soldier made of vertebrae in his hand, neither letting it go nor letting it go.
"Oh! Demons and demons?" Wang Zhong withdrew his gaze, but glanced at Liu Rushi a few more times. His eyes flickered with phosphorus, which made people scared. Seeing the sudden change in the situation, the master of Hongxiu Yin felt nervous and secretly mentioned the Gong Gong.
alert.
Liu Rushi was startled at first, fear welling up in her heart, but then the arrogance in her bones surged up, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she met Wang Zhong's gaze without fear.
The space suddenly fell into silence. Suddenly! Clang! Clang! Clang! Several female disciples standing nearby took out their swords out of their scabbards, fearing that Liu Rushi would suffer a loss. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"This old demon is moody and will kill people at will. It is said that a few years ago in the small town of Fenglingdu at the foot of Huashan Mountain, he killed all the good and bad people in an inn just because he disliked the people.
There is also the son of Fang Xuejian, the leader of the Donglin Party in the Neo-Confucian School, who is really killing people without batting an eye."
The Master of Red Sleeves thought for a moment that this matter had spread throughout the Confucian community. The Fang family had been a Confucian family for hundreds of years in Tongcheng, Anhui. Among them, Fang Congzhe was a cabinet scholar and had great power in the government and the public. His ancestors inherited the Song Dynasty.
He is a disciple of Zhu Xi. Although his history is not as long as that of Confucius in Shandong, the Confucius family has always kept a low profile, so the Fang family's reputation among the Confucian sect is not as good as that of the Confucian family.
Even with such a powerful force, there is still nothing Wang Zhong can do when faced with the revenge of killing his son.
Moreover, when Wang Zhong entered the palace to refine the Hunyuan Golden Elixir for Emperor Wanli, the scholars responded with insults.
"If you are tempted by monsters, heaven will bring strange disasters."
"When a country is about to perish, evildoers will appear."
"Now the king has been deceived by evildoers and has gone against his will. The crown prince Zhu Changluo is a dear gentleman, a far-off man, and is very virtuous. We can't write thousands of words to ask your majesty to abdicate the throne in favor of the crown prince. Only in this way can we preserve the Ming Dynasty."
All these discussions have spread throughout the government and the public. The Red Sleeve Academy has now opened a branch in Jinling. Talented people from all over the country, because they admire beauties, come to drink and write poems. While drinking, they all talk about national affairs. The news spreads as fast as the wind. Therefore,
Red Sleeve Academy can be regarded as the most well-informed school.
"You are so rude, why don't you back down!" The leader of the Red Sleeve Academy was also afraid that his disciple would suffer a disadvantage, so he quickly scolded him and turned to Wang Zhong and said, "Although the way is different and the words are not deliberate, sir, after all, you are a senior expert, why should you have the same experience as the juniors.
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Wang Zhong looked away lightly, "How could I have met her? Besides, I was already punishing her on the Kaifeng Embankment." After a pause, he suddenly put his hands on his hands and laughed, pointed at Liu Rushi and said with a smile: "It's miserable, it's miserable, it's miserable.
You, a little girl, have a stubborn temper, but you don’t know how high the sky is and how miserable you will be in the future. Although this is fate, what I like to do most is to go against the will of heaven and return to the right path. If you come to beg me, just say a word.
, how about I help you?"
Wang Zhong came from later generations, and was proficient in literary and historical allusions in modern times. He was forcibly pulled back to ancient times by four generations of old monsters and passed on to the supreme master. He cultivated supernatural powers and could better understand the past and the future. These eight disciples of Red Sleeve Academy are what will be recorded in later generations.
The eight beauties of Qinhuai in the late Ming Dynasty.
According to records, Liu Rushi was a talented woman who married Qian Yiqian, a great scholar. Later, Qian Yiqian surrendered to the Manchus and was reviled by others. Liu Rushi was also scolded and died of shame and anger.
Although the movement of heaven is slightly deviated now, it is only a change in details. The general trend is still moving forward like a wheel. Wang Zhong first based on the records of the foundation laying, and then calculated by himself, he accurately calculated this arrogant and talented woman.
What happened next was even worse than this.
"That's what I said: There is no worst, only worse. Who dares to be worse than me?" Wang Zhong smiled inwardly and his face became kind.
"Confucius said, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. Precisely because the destiny cannot be changed, the saints do not care about ghosts and gods, but only talk about benevolence and righteousness in line with people's hearts. Since I will be miserable in the future, it is also destined to be miserable without bothering my predecessors, let alone
My husband is quite disdainful of my academics, and I don’t have much to say to my seniors. As for me asking my seniors for help, that’s even more difficult to talk about. My seniors have always gone against the grain and returned to the Tao, but they don’t know that the Tao is inclusive and everything is within it.
Whether it is going smoothly or against it, it is all in the Tao. For example, in a play, whether the people in it are emperors and generals, ordinary people, clowns who destroy ministers, singers with red faces or singers with bad faces, no matter how they act,
It's all just a play. Seniors are already possessed by the devil. They say I'm miserable, but I'm afraid that someday they'll be even worse than me."
Liu Rushi was also very courageous. She did not flinch in the face of the evil king Zhong, who had a reputation far and wide and filled the country with evil spirits. She faced tit-for-tat and refused to give in at all. Mingdang felt a cold sweat for her in her heart.
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"What a sharp-tongued little girl." Wang Zhong chuckled instead of being angry, "In the past, when Sakyamuni was in India, he had lotus flowers growing on his tongue. Unfortunately, he was driven out of Tianzhu by the Brahmins.
You can't go back home, whether it's good or bad, whether it's in the play or out of the play, don't talk about it, otherwise the world would not have the word "kill", and Confucius would not have to kill Shaozhengmao."
"You!" Liu Rushi's eyes widened. She felt that Wang Zhong was being unreasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, she found that she had no way to refute. She couldn't help but feel a little angry. Unknowingly, she had the temper of a talented woman. She completely forgot that she was facing Qin Huai at this moment.
He is not a talented scholar who shows off his romantic talents, but he is an old demon who has no equal in history.
"Okay, that's it!" the master of the Red Sleeve Hospital scolded: "Stop talking and go back to the hospital!"
Then he nodded to Wang Zhong and said, "Sir, this is the farewell. See you later."
Wang Zhong shook his head, "Can you still leave now?"
The face of the Master of the Red Sleeves suddenly turned cold. Three Yang Qi Swords floated behind him, and white rainbows intertwined across him: "Could it be that Sir still wants to keep us?"
"Why should I keep you?" Wang Zhong asked, "The one who wants to keep you is that perverted monkey."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Zhiqi's loud voice echoed from the bottom of the altar and echoed in the sealed void, "You've had enough of your chirping. Boy, the old ape has underestimated you, really underestimated you. Although the old ape is better than
You have lived an extra thirty or forty thousand years, and now I have to admit that you are my strong enemy."
"Since ancient times, fire and water have been incompatible. Your first-generation ancestor was once a sworn enemy of my master. Later, your second-generation ancestor spread these little girly ancestors' swordsmanship to embarrass me. Now you are here to destroy my old ape's merits.
It makes me lose face in front of the younger generation. If I don't express my bad temper today, even if I break Prince Yu's talisman and come out, I still won't have the shame to meet those little loaches in the ocean."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cluster of extremely bright golden light suddenly surged from the tall and large five-color Dharma platform. This golden light was integrated into a column of light as thick as a bucket, mixed with the sound of rumbling wind and thunder, and rushed up to the mirror-like sky, just like a moon on the moon.
It spread out in an instant, and the whole sky was shrouded in this kind of golden light. It slowly pressed down, and when it was still thousands of feet away, everyone felt that the air around them seemed to be sucked away, and the invisible pressure made people unable to breathe.
It is very difficult to move a finger.
This situation is very similar to Wang Zhong's scene of the second calamity coming at the top of the Himalayas, but the power contained in it is quite different. The calamity is powerful and domineering, ruthless and without reason.
Destroy everything.
But this golden light contains the supreme majesty of a king, as if the king on the Sumeru throne looks down at the ministers below.
A domineering one.
But this one is:
Kingly way.
"Old Ape, I still have a few years to get out of trouble. King Yu's intention when he sealed me was to help me accumulate merit, but he was also afraid that I would have a bad temper and provoke a master who defied heaven. Half of the seal was to trap me, and the other half was to trap me.
You are here to protect me. When that boy Kong Ming was chasing me, he retreated in front of this seal. Since you have the Weiyang Sword, I told you to try the power of this seal! At least you have to keep some, old ape.
Knowing that you have become the Three Corpse Yuan Shen, it doesn’t matter if this Yuan Shen dies. These little girls will also stay together to serve my old ape, Jie Jie, Jie Jie! I won’t talk to you until the old ape is truly out of trouble.
Don’t worry. Now we are just recovering future interest.”
"Master, look!" Mingdang suddenly screamed.
When everyone took a look, they saw that Wang Zhong's body, which was exactly the same as that of ordinary people, suddenly emitted a faint black smoke, and then his facial features gradually became blurred, and the light collapsed, as if a wax figure was slowly melting towards the flames, like this
The strange situation made everyone feel scared.
"He is the body of a soul, and his essence is condensed. Under the huge magical power of the bones left by King Yu, it is natural that he cannot preserve his transformed form."
"Then how come we don't have any pressure now?"
"It's all borne by him. You should look at your head." The master of the Red Sleeves said calmly.
When everyone took a look, they saw that there was indeed a cloud of black smoke about ten acres above their heads that was holding on to the golden light, and they were within the range of the black smoke.
"Xia Yu has been dead for so many years, and his bones still have such powerful magic. It's really surprising!" At this time, the golden light had not yet come, and Wang Zhong also felt that the pressure was amazing, and his body could not be preserved, and his whole body was black.
The smoke filled the air, all emitted to high altitudes to resist the golden light, and walked step by step towards the center of the altar.
"The closer you get to King Yu's skeleton, the greater the pressure. Could he be seeking death?" The master of Hongxiu Yard was shocked when he saw that Wang Zhong did not go out but instead walked in.
"Master, what should we do?"
"Just wait and see what happens and follow him!"
Every time Wang Zhong took a step forward, his body disintegrated. By the time he stepped onto the Dharma platform, he had completely lost his body and was just a flame wrapped in a black cloud of smoke. Faced with the tremendous pressure, his consciousness gradually
Entered a mysterious realm.
"Boy, do you really want to compete with King Yu?" Wu Zhiqi's voice rang out.
At this time, Wang Zhong had already climbed up the stairs step by step, and finally came to the Five Color Pavilion. In the pavilion, he could clearly see the skeleton of King Yu sitting on it with great dignity.
Wang Zhong stepped into the Five Color Pavilion, boom! The entire body suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
"Master? Is he dead?" Mingdang suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.
"No, we don't feel any pressure at all, which means his magic power is still there. It's just that it's so mysterious that even my teacher can't figure it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden flash of white light, and Wang Zhong's form reappeared. This time, his face was real, and his white clothes and crane cloak were more distinct than ever.
Wang Zhong went straight to the bones of King Yu and knocked on the bones with his hands, making a hollow sound. Everyone was stunned.
"Why did Mr. Xia Yu become like this? Is it because he obeyed the law, so he left the skeleton behind? Is it because his merits were still perfect, so he left the skeleton to ask the monkey to help you accumulate merit? When Mr. Xia established the Great Xia Dynasty,
Is it really a destiny to enslave all sentient beings? How did you practice it, sir? What method is it? Do bones have such powerful magic power?"
"Since sir won't answer, then I have no choice but to ask him?"
After saying that, Wang Zhong closed his eyes and smiled, leaned back, and slept with the skeleton as a pillow.
"No wonder the Heavenly Demon is invincible in this world, no wonder!" the master of the Red Sleeve Academy murmured.
"Master, he is dead. I can't move anymore?" At the moment when Wang Zhong fell asleep with his body on his back, unparalleled pressure suddenly came down. Mingdang felt his whole body want to disperse and screamed.