The dynasty has always been a community of interests full of compromise.
When the emperor holds great power and dominates the country, the country's aristocratic families, powerful landlords, and religious sects will surrender and compromise under his power to form an organization that can maintain the operation of the world.
Now Du Kang has the same power. Although he does not have the name of emperor, he has the reality of emperor. When he announces that he will not seek to usurp the throne for the time being, the Daliang court can naturally continue to operate with inertia.
The loyalty of high-level monks has always been extremely flexible. Only half an hour after the Bai Yujing Rebellion ended, not only the important officials of the imperial court who stayed under the emperor during the chaos have not left.
Even most of the ministers who fled during the palace turmoil came back, gathered together, and happily led two "horses" to Chengqian Hall to meet the regent.
This matter became a joke among the people of the imperial capital for a while, and even after half a month, it was often mentioned after dinner.
The imperial court never paid attention to such rumors.
Because high-level monks and mortals are basically two kinds of creatures. For these beings who can live for at least a thousand years and control powerful power, they don't care at all about the likes, dislikes, likes and dislikes of the ants under their feet.
In this city that seems to have returned to its former peace and majesty, a huge six-way wheel is slowly turning in the sky of the capital.
Invisible light flowed from the wheel, enveloping a large number of talismans and imprinting them in the void, flickering for a long time before disappearing.
Through Daliang Longqi's high position as the second-level person in heaven, Du Kang's six paths of reincarnation are constantly eroding Daliang's territory, embedding the rules of reincarnation into this world.
The Imperial Capital, Da'anfang, on a rainy day.
This is a corner place where the whole neighborhood is filled with low and messy buildings. The structure is messy and the crooked houses are densely packed together. The eaves on both sides of the alley are almost overlapping, leaving barely a sliver of sky above the muddy road.
Da'anfang was not like this a month ago. The aftermath of the battle between the King of Wu and Long Qi destroyed the city a few days ago. Now these houses are just temporary residences built on the ruins.
There are also poor people in the imperial city. After the original Da'anfang was flattened into ruins and lost its owner, poor people all over the city flocked here and built their own houses using construction waste.
Naturally, this place became a place where the poor people of the emperor's capital gathered. Viewed from a high altitude, the entire city was as eye-catching as an ugly scar.
The people living in Da'anfang now are all local poor people, coolies who come from outside to find a way out, prostitutes with the lowest appearance, and horse boys who belong to some low-level gangs.
Crack, darkness, humidity, poverty, numbness, despair, and ferocity have become the background of Da'anfang.
The majestic torrential rain poured down, and the clear and flawless rainwater washed over the broken tiles on the roof, collecting all the evil, filth, and dust accumulated in the city into the rainwater, spreading wantonly in the broken alleys of the underground sewers.
In a dark alley, shouts of fighting for territory could be heard one after another.
The two gangs, Ma Zai, who mostly only practiced some inferior spells, were fighting desperately in the heavy rain, brandishing daggers and spikes.
The crazy shouts couldn't even be covered by the sound of the rain. The sharp blade chopped up the raindrops, and sticky blood spattered. The claws and hair of the beast were looming under the thin clothes. People kept falling to the ground, and they fell to the ground again under the sharp blade.
I can’t even get up…
Blood was mixed in the sewage at the feet, dyeing the mud into a red color. The corpses soaked in the water were staring at the narrow sky above them with pairs of empty and dead eyes, as if unwilling to accept the destruction of their ambitions...
…
Wisps of mutilated ghosts floated up from the corpse, and rushed towards the enemy who killed them with hatred on their faces, wanting to tear the living person into pieces.
But the fragile ghost cannot stay too far away from the physical body, nor can it interfere with the world of the world, so it can only make some futile attacks.
The intelligence of Yin gods is low and they can only react instinctively. When their enemies are killed, they only have incomparable resentment in their hearts. When their enemies are killed, they only feel ecstatic or at a loss.
Originally, on such thundery and rainy days, all the evil and evil things in the imperial capital would die directly and become invisible due to the power of the sun diffused by the thunder and lightning and the ruthless cleansing of the rain.
But the law of reincarnation permeating from the wheel of reincarnation protects these ghosts at this moment and guides them on the road to new life.
At a level that mortals cannot detect, a peaceful force descends on this area. The ferocious faces of these murderous ghost gods begin to turn into peace little by little, and then shrink in size, turning into lychee-sized ghost spheres that fly towards
distance.
This is a process called reincarnation in the law of reincarnation.
Coincidentally, a few alleyways away from where the fight took place, in a simple house supported by residual bricks and thin beams, a middle-aged prostitute was giving birth alone with a pregnant belly on the bed.
Attracted by instinct, a ghost sphere penetrated the bricks and came into this room.
The heavy rain and the sound of slashing and killing were still outside the window. Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, the sphere rushed directly into the woman's belly.
"ah--"
The woman's high-pitched screams were heard, and after a burst of heart-rending pain, there was a feeling of collapse with an empty stomach and weak legs.
The woman struggled to get up from the weakness after giving birth, picked up her baby from a pool of mucus, and nervously patted the baby, which was covered in white vernix for a long time, before a sound rang out in the leaking room.
A loud cry.
The wind, rain and the sound of fighting outside the window continued for a long time. The woman looked frightened and hugged her child tightly.
She did not see that there was a rough dog-shaped birthmark on the child's back, which was a remnant of the spell from the previous life. Other than that, the child would not have any memory of the previous life.
At this point, a life has completed a cycle from death to life.
Crow Taoist retracted his gaze from the newborn, and gradually expanded his perspective.
The woman's house became smaller and smaller, and the block where the bloody fight took place became smaller and smaller. From a high-altitude perspective, the streets of Da'anfang were like tunnels where rats scurry, and the scattered houses were like rat holes.
The poor people living in Da'anfang, where the heavy rain is raging, are like rats living in the gutter...
Sitting cross-legged in the Six Paths Dharma Wheel, Crow Taoist took everything in his eyes without joy or sorrow.
In the wheel behind the Crow Taoist, only one hole representing the Shura Path is dark and lightless. The holes in the Hell and Evil Ghost Paths have dim light, but the holes in the other three paths are all filled with the perfect flow of light.
After Du Kang took charge of Liang Guolong Qi, the realm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation naturally expanded to the land of the Three States. Under the eyes of reincarnation that slowly rotated the six magatama of Ya Taoist, death was happening every moment.
He has seen too much death, and the life and death of ordinary people can no longer cause waves in his heart.
Compared to the calligrapher who is as powerful as the sea, the crow master who is in charge of death seems more cold and ruthless.
"With the territory of three states, more than 170 million people, and countless monsters and animals as the driving force, the human and animal paths in the six paths of reincarnation are finally running smoothly."
Opposite the Samsara Falun, there is a Vow Power Wheel of the same size suspended, but compared to the Samsara Fal Wheel, which only has one huge wheel, the Vow Power Falun is composed of layers of endless wheels of different sizes.
Two wheels stand side by side in the sky above the capital, one is responsible for controlling the reincarnation of Daliang, and the other is used to absorb the faith of Daliang.
"After the temples of the calligraphers' 12,960 slave gods were restored, they were all moved to the thirty-six blessed places built by the cow's stomach method.
Now the power of the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands and the power of the incense gods in the sky are connected with the wheel of reincarnation, and the way of the gods has been completed."
The power of the monks can be superimposed and fused. After merging the Cow Stomach Technique and the Calligraphy Spirit Technique with the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the effect of one plus one plus one is greater than three will appear between the spells. Taoist Crow has also become Du Kang's best.
Strong clone.
Now in the six realms of Taoist Ya, his surging divine power can easily suppress any dissatisfaction below the Gui level.
"The Six Paths still lack the Shura Path to be complete. It is not difficult to achieve this. All you need to do is take the Lu Sheng Path and control the Fighting Rakshasa in your hands.
But Lu Shengdao and Nian Ci can't move lightly now. It would be easy to kill them. But with the death of the leader, the forces under the two men will be difficult to control. For the sake of the stability of the dragon energy, they should wait a little longer.
On the contrary, the two realms of hell and evil spirits in my body are the paths that were truly created from scratch. I thought it was a lucky coincidence that the hell realm was lucky enough to receive Xingtian's corpse as fertilizer.
The path of evil ghosts, which requires eighteen ghost kings to be perfected, will be a huge problem. I never thought that the existence of Silhouette City would bring me an unexpected surprise.
Speaking of which, these two paths will soon be completed today..."
In the flickering light of the wheel of reincarnation, Du Kang cast his gaze into the depths of hell.
Looking through the mist with a ghostly atmosphere, he saw a space with no upper and lower dimensions, and overlapping eighteen blessed places of the netherworld attribute.
The so-called eighteen levels of hell, the number of levels of hell does not refer to the upper and lower levels in space, but is calculated based on the maximum time and punishment that each hell can accelerate.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the eighteen levels of hell are mixed together.
Du Kang's will first descended into the Tongue Pulling Hell, and the first thing he saw was a pair of blood-red eyes of reincarnation that pierced through the thick lead clouds in the sky, like the sun and moon hanging high.
Among the strange black stone pillars like a forest on the ground, there are green will-o'-the-wisps flying everywhere, and the ecstasy black wind whizzes through the forest.
This is the first level of the tongue-pulling hell of hell. In one day, the outside world can spend up to 3,750 years here.
Different from the illusion when he deceived Monk Wuye, after devouring and digesting a section of Xingtian's arm, the tongue-pulling hell has now become a real existence.
The Tongue Pulling Hell does not have time acceleration at this moment. Since the hell has not been running for a long time, there are only a few hundred ghosts being tortured here. Through uninterrupted painful torture, the stubborn memories, wishes, luck and other things left in the ghosts are removed.
Peeled out little by little.
There was nothing interesting about the boring criminal law, so Du Kang's eyes fell on the second level of hell, the scissors hell.
This is the territory of the ghost monk without leaves. Taking 7500 human years as one day, it is twice the sentence of the first level.
At this point, the eighteen levels of hell have fallen one by one, and the sentences in all lower levels will be twice as long as the sentences in the previous one.
There were even fewer tortured ghosts here, but they were more than a hundred. Du Kang did not stop and continued to look down.
After that, the third to sixth levels of hell also had guards to guard them. Judging from their appearance, they were clearly the four high-ranking monks of the imperial court who were killed by Du Kang in Haizhou.
After their death, they were all used as waste by Du Kang and transformed into ghost kings.
In the long torture of hell, the suffering is endless and cannot stop for a moment, and there is no way to escape. This kind of place is generally called endless hell.
The lifespan and state of the tortured in hell are constant according to the real time of the outside world, so even if your will collapses countless times in endless pain, hell will not let you truly die.
This endless punishment is not only for the tortured, but the jailer who will go through a long period of time with them is also the person punished by the punishment of time.
Du Kang placed the six ghost kings who had opposed him in hell as a cruel punishment for his defeated generals.
Continuing to look to the lower levels of hell, one can also see ghost kings stationed on the seventh level. They are the unexpected surprise given to Du Kang by Xie Wanqing.
When Nianci went deep into Silhouette City and fought against the soldiers of the Daliang gods, he captured 12 Jinchi gods.
When the situation calmed down, Du Kang ignored Nian Ci's dissatisfaction and forced them to come over.
After throwing them all into hell, they can just fill the vacancy of Du Kang's jailer position in the eighteenth level of hell.
After going through the painful ordeal of eighteen hellish tastes, the gods were just like Monk Wuye, their hearts collapsed one by one, and they all expressed that they had repented and rehabilitated themselves and were willing to serve under the regent Du Kang.
Du Kang acted so forcefully, which made Nian Ci and Lu Shengdao feel vigilant in their hearts. Let's not mention the hidden dangers caused by this.
But due to his decisive actions, as he descended the hell layers, what he saw was a cruel and vast hell that was close to perfection.
When we arrived at the bottom of the eighteenth level of the Saw Hell, the material space of this blessed land had not yet taken shape. Only one of Xing Tian’s incomplete and colorful leg bones was slowly melting under the erosion of the hell energy, and the material it transformed into was
It directly evolved into a dense network of lava rivers and a forest of soaring sword mountains.
Rumble——
Under the wash of the waves of hell, Xingtian's leg bones quickly became invisible, and the last layer of hell space also completely solidified.
When the ghost soldiers from the Saw Hell also fell into this place and got into position smoothly, the entire Eighteenth Level of Hell began to shake violently.
At this opportunity, the palace of the Ten Palaces of Hell flew out from the thirty-sixth floor of the Heavenly Path and fell into the Hell Path.
From now on, they will be in charge of the records of life and death in the human world, and will be in charge of good and bad luck in the underworld...