The white horse passed by, and the two days flew by.
Chen Yu set sail again from Panye. This time he did not go further west, but followed the directions he received from Xing Shang and headed south.
Passing through this vast desert, over hundreds of thousands of mountains, and then heading to the south, we reach Kunlun, the sky-high peak that originates from the great rivers.
Traveling here means that we are only a hundred miles away from Daliang.
Kunlun is located in the Northern Desert and belongs to Changzhou. After descending the rugged and steep mountain wall, there is a thoroughfare.
The four northwest states are within sight.
He was thinking about how many of the spiritual plants he planted on Qingtai Mountain were left. He could see the stars in the realm getting stronger and stronger, and he didn't know how the spiritual plants in the countryside had been destroyed by the greedy deer.
I just hope that the peach trees and tea trees have not suffered any disaster.
Once you have thoughts in your mind, you will no longer go far away. In addition, now that your realm has been broken through and your spirituality has been sublimated, many things need to be immersed and stabilized, and you need to find a leisurely place to digest them.
"I haven't seen you for more than a year, so it's time to go back."
Chen Yu plans to go into seclusion, sort out his practice, and think about things that he usually wants but cannot do.
For example, above the world of Xiao Nian, below the void, and at the top of the three thousand-foot sky...
His current state of mind is sufficient, and he is not prepared to delay it. With the exploration of the essence of spirituality and the control of the Dharma, these things can be put on the agenda.
What's more, there is a great formation that wants to cover the world.
It can't be figured out just by stopping and taking some free time on the way. You have to think about some joints quietly, including the gains and losses after setting up the formation, and how to make up for it.
Chen Yu knew very well that his thoughts were not flawless. Fortunately, at this moment, his thinking was strong and his understanding was particularly clear. As long as he was willing, he could always tinker with it and come up with a solution after spending some time.
I have never forgotten that the ultimate purpose of the formation is to protect the world, to allow those who practice to return to practice, and those who are ordinary to return to the ordinary.
It is neither to blindly suppress monks who hinder the future, nor to cut off ordinary people's way of transcending the world.
He just wants to add a lock to this world that is destined to become interesting because of his actions, so that it will not suddenly lose control and deviate into an uncomfortable situation - Chen Yu has the ability to penetrate people's hearts.
We really understand the nature of the human heart, so instead of hoping that future practitioners will pay more attention to moral conduct while cultivating their lives, we should first put a bag on everyone's head.
As expected, the formation would have a spring, or something similar to a spring, as its core. Hundreds and thousands of cores would merge into this world, creating a behemoth that encompasses thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the real world.
As for the main body of the formation, Chen Yu has some ideas, intending to rely on the most abundant human thoughts in the world to make the formation ubiquitous, but only in the ordinary world.
Barren mountains and fields, foreign lands... these natural places with sparse human thoughts, in his opinion, are very suitable for practitioners to develop and manage.
Rather than messing around in the human world, he would still like to see them put more thought into practice, so that sparks of different thoughts can burst out, inspiration can be drawn, and the possibility of drawing parallels is greater.
If these people are put together with ordinary people, they will not be satisfied with the vulgar pleasure of being superior to others, which is not in line with Chen Yu's original intention of teaching the Dharma.
"How happy it is to pursue Taoism for many years, but it is meaningless to covet the prosperity of the world."
His thoughts were surging, perfecting all aspects of the formation, including how to implement the constraints on practitioners in the formation, and whether using magic to harm others for one's own selfish purposes requires punishment, and what are the limits?
It is no longer enough to just recite human thoughts, he also needs to introduce the human spirit, not only the overflowing and suspended spirit in the world, but also the original spirit bred in every person and every living being.
"It's too easy to make mistakes when it comes to identifying people's thoughts. Being tainted with evil thoughts does not necessarily mean you are a bad person."
He knows that the world is not black and white, and many factors need to be considered to judge whether a person is good or bad.
Fortunately, there is no need to be so meticulous.
The large formation is shrouded in a large array, and all it does is determine the nature of each incident. It is similar to judging a case, but it does not target people, but only the matter itself.
In the imagination, the practitioners in the formation are restrained mainly in two aspects: to themselves and to others.
Limit the mental power, increase the difficulty of breathing, and strengthen spiritual inertia... In short, it is necessary to reduce the practice efficiency of those caught in the formation. He even plans to reversely deduce a spell based on the spirit gathering technique, which can make the affected person gain the benefits of hard practice.
The incoming power becomes disordered, repulsed and passed away.
It doesn't have to be violent, but the long-term effects are enough to make most monks uncomfortable and thus stay away from the world.
This is for myself. There are many more ways to think of than these, but for Chen Yu, the above can be realized in a short period of time, so I give priority to them.
As for 'to him', it's even simpler.
Technique, array, elixir, weapon, beast.
The foundation is all about spirituality. He took advantage of this and made many arrangements. In the end, he used the Bronze Mirror of Ten Thousand Methods, copied many thunder methods, and tapped into the magic-breaking effect of his body, making 99% of the natural thunder.
The effect is reproduced.
This also means that, in addition to many means, once a monk is found to be violating the formation, he can be struck down by thunder!
"It's just that the range of tens of thousands of miles is a bit large."
However, if there is a spring, it is okay to add a few imprints in the core to act as a transfer. Then the thunder triggered by the spring will be faster and more powerful.
"Well, the intensity should be moderate, with small punishments and big warnings...all the monks in the formation, even those who have not committed any crime, must be locked up, and a blow to the head will be used every once in a while to urge them to leave."
Thinking of this, the corners of Chen Yu's lips curled up, as if he was thinking of the way the monks in the future would be so angry that they would be rattled by thunder from time to time.
Feeling inexplicably interesting.
On the other hand, the power of thunder should not be too violent and rough. It is best to increase it gradually, step by step, reaching a level that is enough to give even monks at the Dinxia level a headache.
With the prosperity of the human world, his realm is gradually improving, and the formation will continue to improve and become more powerful. One day, entry into the realm of creation will be greatly restricted.
"It is said that there were three disasters and nine disasters in the previous life. In this world, Taoists also have allusions that they must overcome disasters if they want to achieve success."
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He was very interested in thinking about something that would be deeply abhorrent to people in the future, his eyes were shining brightly, and he wanted to do it right away.
However, this thought was quickly suppressed. Setting up the formation was actually not difficult. I spent several months pondering the key points day and night, and most of the difficulties were overcome.
It's just that after all, it involves an unprecedentedly huge formation, and there are many things that need to be taken into consideration, so it won't start directly in the short term. How to start, and where to start, these will have to be carefully considered after the retreat is over.
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"Junior brother, did you go to Qingtai again?"
In the small courtyard, Yue Haiping poured tea and puffed out hot breath.
After returning from Jinzhou for training, they did not catch up with the new method of Yuanyang Peak. After returning, the two lived in seclusion to digest what they had seen and heard along the way.
Perhaps his mind has calmed down, and Yue Haiping, who used to be restless, now has the habit of drinking tea and taking a rest.
"If you make a trip every five or six days, you really miss that fellow Taoist Chen."
Facing his senior brother's slightly teasing words, Jiang Qin'an sat helplessly at the table, took a drink of tea by himself.
"There are not many second-rate warriors in Shiya, and Daoyou Chen once treated his junior brother's injuries in Jinzhou, so he is considered to be one of the few people worthy of close friendship."
After a pause, he seemed to have remembered something again, and slowly added, "Besides, senior brother also praised Daoyou Chen's profound Taoist scriptures and said that he would visit him after returning to ask for advice on Taoism."
"Hahaha, I can't beat you."
Yue Haiping shook his head. He had a very good impression of Chen Yu. He had an outstanding temperament, superb Qihuang skills, and was full of Buddhist scriptures, which made people want to get close and befriend him.
His martial arts skills are not bad, at least he is much better than his peers in the audience.
"Fellow Daoist Chen is a wonderful man. His skills in protecting the Tao are better than those of my senior brother and I. I have nothing to do. Perhaps I am on my way home now, or I have gained some insights while traveling around the country, so I can stay in one place to experience them."
"Junior brother, you also know that when people from our Taoist sect go out, their whereabouts are always elusive, and their whereabouts are difficult to determine."
Jiang Qin'an could only sigh after hearing this. How come he didn't know Chen Yu's abilities? But he was not worried about Chen Yu. Instead, he watched the strange fog on Qingtai Mountain getting thicker and thicker day by day. It became more and more unusual, and something might happen.
.
I am worried about Taoyou Chen’s Yunhe Temple.
I wonder if the Taoist temple in the fog is still intact.
"When Fellow Daoist Chen comes back, I'm afraid I won't have anywhere to go!"
Hearing this, Yue Haiping smiled and said:
"Isn't it just right? There are enough guest rooms in Haiyun Temple. I can just free up one at will and continue the discussion with him that I didn't fully enjoy in Jinzhou."
Jiang Qin'an was stunned, it was indeed true.
If Yunhe Temple is gone, fellow Taoist Chen Yu can stay in Haiyun Temple for a longer period of time. Even after discussing Taoism, the acquaintance between the three of them may not necessarily lead to an introduction.
For the other party, he had more care in this troubled time, and for Haiyun, he also had another second-rate Taoist Dragon and Tiger, adding a little more confidence to stand on his feet.
It's indeed a good thing to look at it this way.
On the other hand, Yue Haiping didn't have that much thought. Unlike his junior brother, he never had so many complicated thoughts. He was only interested in and looked forward to Chen Yu's discussion of Taoist scriptures and the training after his arrival.
…
Chen Yu was still on the road, and did not stop at one place as the two of them thought. However, the distance was too far, and they were unwilling to use the method of flying. They moved forward slowly with their feet on the ground, which of course would be delayed for a while.
At this late hour, it was the day when the land grain was harvested.
…
In October of the second year of Zhanghe.
The new emperor who had just been crowned the great treasure had not yet waited for the first year of his Jian'an year - the imperial edict to change the Yuan Dynasty had been written and placed in the original palace of the prince. He only waited for the day when the northwest was pacified or the new year to promulgate it to the world.
However, the emperor underestimated the chaos in the court and the greed of people.
Amid constant purges and high pressure, many people began to make decisions and choose sides.
It was under such circumstances that a group of defeated generals who had been ignored earlier quietly appeared.
They were pushed out and regarded as the silent resistance of the courtiers, but unexpectedly some of them took off their disguises and exposed their fangs and blades.
That was Yuan Hui, the first to open the chessboard and the first to be considered out of the game.
He took action, or rather his remnants took action.
This was an assassination that was watched in silence. There was nothing commendable about the process. Even the waiter at Huangmen could clearly see the dark and shiny armor on those people and the heavy crossbows on their backs. The steps were neat and sonorous.
ring.
And the leader of the group, Wu Yunling, the commander-in-chief of the former Kiji Division who had long since disappeared during the liquidation.
Blood soaked the palace again.
The new emperor, who had not entered the palace for half a year, finally fell into this palace where he was worried and hesitant.
Full of ambitions to clean up the court and revitalize the world, he fell to the ground with complicated and incomprehensible eyes and made no sound.
Wu Yunling was silent, holding the long sword. He knew that since he entered the palace, there was absolutely no chance of returning.
Even if His Highness the Third is reborn, he cannot save himself.
But he was still unwilling to give in, or he was foolishly loyal. When he saw the death of the Third Highness with his own eyes, and all the relatives and attendants in the house were spared because he had returned from an outing, something settled in his heart.
"Your Highness, you shouldn't."
The burly general had a dull expression on his face and murmured softly.
Was it the work of the prince? Wu Yunling didn't know, but his subordinates all said so, the court officials also said so, and the left prime minister did not deny it.
But...that's all.
Wu Yunling closed his eyes and listened to the sudden shouts of killing in his ears. The guards who were hiding somewhere seemed to appear out of thin air, rushing in at the right time when everything was clear.
Most of the people who came with him were the dead soldiers of His Highness Three Highnesses. Facing the hail of bullets and arrows, these people rushed to kill without thinking about their own safety, and fell one after another.
In the palace, he stood alone, without looking back, only looking at the main hall. The palace that used to be magnificent was actually particularly cold at the moment.
Poof!
Holding the sword and wiping it down, he lay down next to the opponent, just like he saw Master Yang and His Highness the Third Prince when they pushed the door in.
"In October of the second year of Zhanghe, the emperor died."
The assassin was executed, and the courtiers mourned.
I cried for two days, but everything remained the same.
Then there was chaos for some unknown reason, with the left and right phases one dead and the other escaping. This chaotic court struggle finally came to an end with the arrival of an even more terrifying chaos.
So six ministers came forward, and a ‘prince’ was found from nowhere.
Within half a year, the two emperors died suddenly and suddenly, causing the entire beam to teeter on the cliff, under the concerted efforts from top to bottom to push it.
Falling silently.
"King Qin!"
"Kill the traitors!"
"Do justice for heaven!"
The turmoil in various places, without any whitewashing, the Jiedushi who had saved up for several months can be said to have shown their full strength. In just more than ten days, more than a hundred fights and annexations were launched in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
Another month, some thieves took the opportunity to bribe the city guards, opened the city gate, and invaded.
A year later, Jianye fell again.
However, this time there was no one who could turn the tide - Song Yiyun, who once pacified Jiangnan and regained Jianye, was busy occupying the seven southwest states, and fought with the imperial army to seize many passes and prefectures.
Fires were burning in the city, black smoke was billowing, and wailing could not be heard. The thieves did not recognize the powerful, did not serve the officials, and were not afraid of humanity. They brandished butcher knives wantonly, burned, killed and looted.
On the day the city was broken, just one month after he ascended the throne, the ignorant child emperor was pulled off the throne and beheaded along with six ministers.
Three days later, most of this once prosperous and prosperous capital city of Daliang was reduced to scorched earth and ruins.
Corpses piled up like mountains, and the river was once blocked.