It is located on the outskirts of Songyang County and is the junction of Songyang and Qingwu counties.
In Dazhengguang, which covers one-third of the world's territory, and among the eleven counties, it seems so inconspicuous.
The land cannot be considered barren, nor can it be said to be fertile, with a few mediocre rivers. In the past dynasties, there were not many famous scribes in the world, nor were there any warriors who shocked the red border.
Not to mention the Yang Talisman, even those who have achieved orifice refining can be counted with one pair of hands and one pair of feet.
The name is also so ordinary, Pingchuan, Pingchuan...
In the former Song Dynasty, this small city could still be regarded as a place of prosperity. With the collapse of the empire, all the romance disappeared.
When a traveler stops by chance, the only thing he can admire is the frozen pears sold at a roadside vendor.
For hundreds of years, after Pingchuan County refused to accept the royal edict and the whole city was massacred, as refugees poured in voluntarily or involuntarily, the only thing that can be remembered is the frozen pears sold by vendors.
——
And at this moment...
Under a mountain-sized pile of corpses stacked in one place, three people were looking up.
The fire spread from bottom to top, and the pile of corpses was licked by the tongues of flames, making a crackling sound of burning wood. The pungent stench produced by the mixture of black smoke and grease was carried by the west wind and thickly covered half of the city wall.
At the city gate, three gilded plaques with large characters fell into the mud, and the original signs were no longer visible. The brick wall was burnt black by the fire, with patches of yellow and dark gray.
"Holy Monk."
The majestic man wearing fish scale silver armor and a lion jade belt around his waist spoke.
He has an upright appearance, a leopard's waist and a monkey's arms, and his face is arrogant and angry.
The fish scale armor is particularly eye-catching. Under the bright sunlight, each piece is blooming outward. The light is dense and dense, forming a circle, making him look like a god descending into the world.
"Can you see any clues?"
After a long time, a low sigh came from the pile of corpses.
"The poor monk is ashamed and can't see anything."
Under the pile of corpses, a monk covered in blood turned his head and shook his head gently.
Eighteen ancient and majestic Jialan gods surrounded him, sitting cross-legged in the air, looming.
His clothes were all stained with blood, and his hands and even his face were stained with blood. Standing under the pile of corpses, it was inevitable that people would mistake him for one of the living corpses.
Between his eyebrows, a dark golden dragon quietly disappeared.
"The Bolong Tibetan Knowledge cannot tell the origin of this epidemic. Perhaps the monk's cultivation is shallow."
The monk turned his attention to another middle-aged man with a slender face, "Mr. Da, do you want the poor monk to call my junior brother Wuhui over? His epigraphy, stone and pharmacology are far superior to the poor monk."
"No need." said the slender man who was called Mr. Da by the monk, "Since the purple mist fell from the sky, the six qi began to be chaotic. I just acted on a whim. Whether Pingchuan is the source of the epidemic is still unclear."
"Mr. Big's brilliant plan!"
After the handsome man finished speaking, the man with fish scales and silver armor quickly flattered and agreed.
It is extremely ridiculous for a person with such a face to say such a thing, but the people around him are not surprised, as if they have long been accustomed to this behavior.
"Zuo Zhao." The slender man shook his head, "You really regret the appearance of this great husband."
The man lowered his head in panic and looked around. When he saw that everyone present was avoiding his sight, he gritted his teeth, lowered his back and knelt in the dust.
The legitimate son of the Zuo family in Danbei, a perfect person in the Vajra realm, a fourth-grade general in the canonical army—
Outside the emperor, Zuo Zhao never bowed his head to anyone.
except him……
Zuo Zhao subconsciously squeezed the wet soil with his five fingers, turning the wet soil into a handful of dry ash.
Du Shaozhi was truly a master of Confucianism during the Three Dynasties.
After the Master left the world and Xuan Wenjun took a boat to the South China Sea, he was almost the next spokesperson of Confucianism.
In the eyes of Confucian scholars, it seems that the successive kings of Zheng can never wash away their stains.
The founding king, King Zheng Wu, had a foreign relative who was in power and established his empire by killing the former Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty;
King Zheng Wei killed his uncle and nephew, cooked and killed the prince, banned the history books, and burned them all in Changming Palace along with all the historians.
The story of King Zheng Xuan practicing Legalism, establishing the "Nine Tang Laws", setting up twenty-three punishment cauldrons, and killing heads in eleven counties.
King Zheng Xi changed his mind to his mother, carried out extensive construction projects, and was extravagant and extravagant.
As for King Zheng Jing, his existence itself is the greatest evil in the world.
Du Shaozhi, grateful for the kindness of King Jing, became an official in Dazheng, and his reputation continued to decline.
His fellow disciples openly broke with him, and most of the Confucian scholars in the world smashed the statues in the Confucian Temple and kicked him off his throne.
Without mentioning what the master is like, there is no way to know.
Three hundred years before Xuan Wenjun went to the South China Sea alone, he probably would not have thought that this young man whom he praised as "a man who can inherit the industry" would make such a choice.
But even though the identity of the Confucian sect leader under Du Shao was denied by half of the scholars, he was still one of the few Confucian scholars in the world.
What's more, after achieving Mingzang, the fortune teller in Jiejing Mountain confirmed that this man was the leader who had the best chance of becoming a human immortal in a hundred years.
This is the most important thing.
Zuo Zhao buried his head deeply. Du Shaozhi never liked him. If he found a pretext and killed him on the spot, the Danbei Zuo family would have to smile.
He suddenly regretted what he had done in his early years.
If he had withdrawn his hand at that time, the current situation would not be so cold.
"Get up."
Du Shaozhi glanced at him and flicked the fish scales lightly, making Zuo Zhao's face look like gold paper.
"A is not bad." He looked away and chuckled: "General Chariot and Cavalry must have put a lot of effort into it."
Before Zuo Zhao could respond in a panic, Du Shaozhi walked aside.
Seeing him walking away, the three people present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Miss Yan..."
One wave calms down a bit, then another wave rises.
The monk's eyelids twitched fiercely, as if he was stepping on a scorpion, and he took a few steps back.
"The poor monk is a monk, so that's not allowed!"
"The holy monk has taken the form." Besides the monk, the only woman among the three smiled softly, with a graceful look.
She took a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on the monk's face.
"Have you ever heard of a story about the holy monk? On the riverside, two monks, an old man and a young man, crossed the river..."
"Two monks met a woman. The old monk carried her across the river. After walking for several miles, the young monk asked the old monk why. The old monk said that the young monk carried the things he put down for several miles."
The monk spit out sesame seeds and poured beans as if he finished speaking in one breath, and recited the Buddha's name: "I told this story to Miss Yan."
"Hmm~" The woman covered her lips and chuckled.
She was extremely beautiful, with a ponytail hairdo, tall and graceful, with painted eyebrows, and her skin was as fair and clear as jade.
The monk coughed twice and kept signaling to Zuo Zhao with his eyes.
Zuo Zhao turned his head and glanced, then turned his head expressionlessly,
When the monk became more and more anxious, Du Shaozhi's voice finally sounded. At this moment, the monk almost had the illusion of escaping from death.
"Pingchuan is not far from Tongjiang." Du Shaozhi said.
"It's not too far back, Mr. Da." The monk replied honestly.
"The people from the local officials should have arrived in Jiangbei." Du Shaozhi stroked his beard and said after a long time, "Since this trip has no results, you go to Jiangbei to meet them, and I will wait for the heavenly officials."
"What do you mean, Mr. Big?"
"You go to Jiangbei."
Du Shaozhi took one step forward, and his body rose above the clouds. A statue of a saint with a high crown, broad belt, and swaying sleeves spread his fingers from the clouds. The aura of awe filled the sky. The clouds in the sky were like boiling water in a pot, surging violently.
In addition to majesty, it is sacred and awe-inspiring.
The face of the saint's Dharma Elephant is the same as that of Du Shaozhi. After Du Shaozhi stepped into the Dharma Elephant's palm, a perfect and untainted jade plate with seals engraved with birds, beasts, insects, fish, rivers, lakes and seas, and all living beings, slowly rose from the sky.
The sage's Dharma image then took another step forward. How many miles away, Du Shaozhi's voice slowly echoed:
