After the great dynasty gathering was over, Lu Qian and Lu Yi went straight back to Baimafang.
On the way, Lu Qian asked Lu Yi: "The Prime Minister and his army must be defeated, right?"
Lu Yi nodded and answered Lu Qian: "They must be defeated."
Lu Qian nodded and said nothing.
This is the ‘Great Battle’ launched by the three sects, three temples and three Zen forests of Buddhism, initiated and launched by the Maharaja Monastery.
The fight is about Dayin's luck.
Fighting, fighting for the wisdom of heaven and earth.
Fight, fight for the great road to immortality.
Fight, fight for the chance of immortality.
In the ancient times, the spiritual power of heaven and earth in this world was shattered, the path to immortality was cut off, and no one could live forever.
But now, the power that shattered this world's heaven, earth, and spirit world has disappeared. Heaven and earth feel it, and the spirit of heaven and earth is slowly recovering. You can imagine this world as a giant beast. After suffering a heavy blow that almost cut it in two, life is sprouting at this moment.
, the wound is healing on its own.
However, if the spiritual power of heaven and earth recovers on its own, it will take millions of years to restore the atmosphere to the ancient times and allow monks to fly to the sky and live forever?
Three sects, three temples, three Zen forests, and even the two religions of Demon and Tao, cannot wait.
In their sect, those elders who have reached the limit of their lifespan but still want to live cannot wait.
Therefore, after going through countless piles of old papers, I finally found a feasible way to speed up the recovery of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. I created the Secret Covenant of the Three Religions, allowing the disciples to use their own methods, compete fairly, and mend the sky with 'people'.
Set off a raging war, seize Dayin's luck, let his disciples "incense and become gods", and mend the way of heaven with "human gods".
To put it inappropriately, it can be regarded as turning the disciples into 'band-aids', applying them one by one to the wounds of the giant beast of heaven and earth, promoting its healing, and thus sprouting more ideas from heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth have feelings, and heaven and earth have spirits. The more divine positions the "Incense Conferred God" seizes, the higher and more important the divine positions it obtains, the greater the benefits the sect behind it will get, and the elders of the sect will have the hope of immortality.
The world in which Dayin lived was an era in which martial arts were extremely in decline.
A group of immortal sects that have been struggling to survive since the ancient times of cultivation. They wake up from their slumber, like zombie mummies that have not changed for thousands of years. They extend their old, declining but still strong hands into this resurrecting world.
world.
Use the immortal way to reduce the dimension and crush the martial way.
Whoever dares to block their path to immortality will die.
"My Buddhist sect has an advantage." After running for a long time with a large group of guards, Lu Yi suddenly remembered something and nodded to Lu Qian with a smile: "In the secret agreement between the three religions, I, the Buddhist sect, must take action first. One year later, they
Only then can it be officially launched.”
"During this year, I, the Buddhist sect, will definitely look around and have no rivals."
"This is also the reason why... In order to explore the place where the spirit of heaven and earth collapsed, and the truth of the destructive power dissipated, our Buddhist sect lost a Buddhist disciple with the aura of a true Buddha. The two sects failed to clear away the suspicion, so they
You must make concessions to us in terms of time."
‘We have lost a Buddhist disciple with a true Buddha image’?
Dare to say such words... Lu Qian couldn't help but feel fascinated, what earth-shattering cultivation level must that so-called Buddhist disciple have?
At the same time, the lobby of the Ministry of War.
The ministers of culture and education acted with unprecedented efficiency, and officials in the entire culture and education system were all operating hysterically.
The rebellion in Anping Prefecture, the wrath of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, the General, and the possible punishment were all temporarily forgotten.
Zhu Chong and others were extremely angry at this moment.
Those rebellious people suddenly launched an attack. The tribesmen settled in Anping Prefecture by the sixty-three Dawenjiao families of the Six Saints and Nineteen Sages suffered heavy casualties. Each family had more than 20,000 direct and collateral tribesmen killed.
Especially in Changping County, which was the first place where the outbreak broke out. Zhuge Clan settled nearly 100,000 tribesmen in Changping County. Not one of them was spared, and all of them died tragically.
Those despicable mud-legged people, how dare they? How could they?
The members of a cultural and educational family are so precious and noble. They are all the 'seeds of gentlemen' and the 'reserves of the country'!
Zhu Chong personally took charge of the Ministry of War and urged all government offices to operate at full capacity.
In the armory, mountains of fine armor, crossbows, weapons, and various equipment were shipped out one by one.
The city defense army mansion was established under the vigorous promotion of the Minister of Culture and Education and was completely controlled by them. Falcons were flying all over the sky, and countless orders were spread in all directions.
In Haojing City, in the Chufang City, and in the city defense army camps, those elite soldiers who had reached the Peiyuan realm or above were selected, and rushed to the city defense army captain's mansion one by one to report.
In today's world, martial arts are declining. Soldiers in the army who can step into the Peiyuan realm are considered to be first-class elite warriors. The number of such warriors in each military camp in each city is only one thousand or two thousand.
Their combat power is outstanding. The equipment and weapons they are issued and the food and salary they enjoy are more than ten times that of ordinary soldiers.
The household warehouse was opened, and mountains of grain, copper coins, silver ingots, etc. were all transported out like running water.
The yamen of each city visited the directors of various trading houses and chambers of commerce with great fanfare, and forcibly confiscated their vehicles, livestock, cargo ships, labor, etc. to serve as transportation teams accompanying the army to carry food and grass for the army.
In the lobby of the Ministry of War, Dayin's Minister of War, Moluochian, took a roll of official documents and walked lightly to Zhu Chong's side.
Mo Luochan, a native of Youzhou in the west of Dayin, was not born into a family of Six Saints, Nineteen Sages and Sixty-three Dawen Sects. He was born with curly hair, a beard all over his face, a tall and majestic figure, like a desert lion, and a breathtaking aura.
He was the son of a local king in Western Youzhou. He traveled to Haojing to study and gradually became friends with various cultural and educational families.
The Ministry of War is the only bureau with real power in charge of the military besides the General's Office. It is the handle of the sword in the hands of the ministers of culture and education.
No one among the various cultural and educational families wanted anyone else to take control of this key department. After coordination and weighing, Moroccan actually rose to the top in one step and easily sat on the throne of the Minister of War.
This was all over twenty years ago.
Mo Luoxian took the document, handed it to Zhu Chong, and whispered: "The vanguard army is commanded by Zhuge Li, and one hundred thousand Peiyuan realm warriors are selected from each battalion to form the vanguard camp... But the number reported to the Queen Mother, the emperor,
It’s six hundred thousand.”
Morachu smiled and said: "Please show me the other five hundred thousand warriors' matching weapons and armor, food and war horses."
Zhu Chong squinted his eyes and waved his hand: "Let's deal with it as usual. The accounts should be done more smoothly."
Morachan smiled, took the official document and walked to Cui Wuhan, the Minister of Household Affairs. The two of them whispered to each other.
In order to keep the accounts stable, the full help of the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue is naturally indispensable. Moreover, the division of interests in the army of 500,000 soldiers, food, wages and horses must also be carefully considered.
After all, there was chaos in Anping Prefecture, and people from every family died. If they can't make up for it with money and food, how can the people in charge of each family be at peace?
As for whether it is possible to put down the rebellion in Anping Prefecture after being greedy for money and money...
How can it be possible for a mere mud-legged person to turn the world upside down?
A shrill cry was heard, and Zhuge Li, dressed in white mourning clothes and with eyes as red as two peaches from crying, rushed into the hall and rushed into the hall. He cried and threw himself in front of Zhu Chong, hugging Zhu Chong's arms.
calf.
"Prime Minister, uncle, my father died so tragically, so tragically!"
News from Anping Prefecture continued to spread back to Haojing, and the news that after Zhuge Lu was killed by the mob, his body was boiled into a pot of broth and fed to wild dogs, naturally also spread back.
My own father was boiled into broth!
Zhuge Li's internal organs were all burned. At this moment, he wished he could fly to Anping Prefecture and kill all the rebels.
Zhu Chong's face also showed a trace of anger.
Zhuge Lüneng became the person in charge of the Zhuge family in Anping Prefecture, and he and Zhu Chong had been close friends for many years.
An old friend was boiled into a pot of broth... How tragic, how cruel and bloody!
"Don't cry, keep your back straight." Zhu Chong gently patted Zhuge Li on the shoulder: "As a pioneer, remember not to enter Anping Prefecture. Your only mission is to strangle Anping Prefecture leading to Haojing.
The only way out."
"No single rioter is allowed to step out of Anping Prefecture."
"The city defense army will then mobilize the army to suppress the rebellion. Your only task is to guard the passage from Anping Prefecture to Haojing. Once the army arrives, they will die without a burial place."
The sound of low footsteps came, and Zhu Song, dressed in black and with a blue complexion, walked in slowly, holding his hands behind his back.
"Li'er, as a vanguard general, do your uncle another favor!"
Zhu Song smiled and nodded to Zhu Chong: "Brother, please help me with the next official document!"
Zhu Chong closed his eyes hard and said solemnly: "It's a pity. Bai Changkong's methods are good. Most of the families of the Six Saints and Nineteen Sages are optimistic that he can become the 64th Dafa... What a pity.
Then, let’s get this thing done. After all, it’s impossible to get married to him, and I don’t want to be an enemy of him, otherwise I can only destroy his family.”
Bai Changkong, who was judged by Zhu Chong to have his family destroyed, was standing at the door of the Bai family mansion.
These days, Bai Changkong has taken leave due to illness, and he didn't even attend the court meeting this morning.
The Queen Mother and the Emperor didn't take Bai Changkong's absence from the court meeting to heart. He is the deputy chief of the Imperial Academy. How can you expect him to go to Anping Prefecture with a gun and a knife to fight against people?
A drop of light rain fell from the sky, and an extremely simple little carriage was pulled over by a white-mouthed little donkey. The driver was a slender and tall man, with a very romantic and literary style in his movements.
A handsome young man with a somewhat feminine appearance.
The pony carriage stopped in front of Bai Changkong.
A handsome young man in coarse cloth jumped out of the car and gently opened the door.
A woman who was also wearing coarse cloth, with a simple wooden hairpin in her bun, and no other accessories, walked out gently and deftly.
The woman's clothes are simple, but she has the beauty of peony.
The two little eunuchs squatting across the street from the Bai family's gate, openly monitoring every move of the Bai family, were drooling.
The twenty-odd jailers and ghosts who followed them looked at the woman, their faces turned red for no reason, and they all bent down in embarrassment.
"Brothers and sisters, it's been hard work coming from afar. Don't worry, when you get to my place, you're home."
Bai Changkong nodded towards the woman, and then he looked at the handsome young man standing next to the woman: "Is this Xiao Tian? He is indeed a talented man, and he is worthy of being the son of the Bai family."
Nodding, Bai Changkong pointed to the little eunuch across the street and said sternly: "Go and tell your eunuch leader that my distant cousin died of a sudden illness and my sister-in-law brought my cousin to join me.
."
The little eunuch, a group of guards, and the ghosts were all dumbfounded.
