As the commander-in-chief of an army, Feng Zhou had one hundred and eighty ways to deal with a thorny general.
As for subduing these two thousand five hundred people, it was even easier for Feng Zhou.
Being a soldier requires food, and an officer wants to be promoted and make a fortune, but as the commander-in-chief, Feng Zhou only needs to seize personnel and financial rights, and restricts these two. What qualifications, prestige, and high moral standing are all nonsense. There is no pay for being a soldier.
Come on, who cares who you are? Officials will have no future with you, and not many will continue to take foolish risks.
Promote a few outstanding performers, attack a few sneaky bastards, and use both kindness and power to gain military morale in a short period of time.
This deputy commander of the Tianwu Army dared to show off his power in public, and Feng Zhou looked down upon him at all, because he didn't even need to take action himself. With just a few instructions to Wang Chongyang and Xin Qiji, the two of them could punish this so-called deputy commander.
Want to die.
Therefore, Feng Zhou's words on the high platform successfully captured the hearts of more than 2,500 soldiers. Although it will take some time to completely regain them, so far, the first step has been taken!
He paused and said loudly: "Where are the generals of the Tianwu Army?"
Marquis Liu Duyu heard that this Taoist priest with great magical powers showed his hand, and the content of his words directly caught the hearts of the soldiers. He was not like a little Taoist priest who only looked at the sky and made divination. He felt fear in his heart. Hearing the voice
He said quickly: "Liu Xianglu, the Marquis of Yu, the capital of the Tianwu Army, listens to the order!"
Several other generals also reported their official titles and names one by one. After hearing this, Feng Zhou waved his hand and shouted: "The princes of Yu who have no position will each lead their own troops. We will gather at the school field at three o'clock tomorrow. I will order the troops here! Five days later
, I am going to lead the troops to go on an expedition!"
Liu Du Yuhou hesitantly glanced at the general's platform. The deputy commander Cheng Pei was kneeling with his fists clasped. His face could not be seen at all. Several Du Yuhou looked at each other and had to retreat, each leading his own army.
After exiting the school grounds, the walk was empty for a moment.
You must know that each army has 2,500 men and horses, and each army is composed of five battalions. Except for a few elite soldiers and personal guards, the commanders of each army are under the control of several Du Yuhou.
At this time, the deputy commander Cheng wanted to gather all the three armies and give Feng Zhou a show of strength first. Unexpectedly, Feng Zhou made a trick and made himself kneel here. He sent everyone away with a few words, and his teeth suddenly chattered.
, his face turned black with anger.
Feng Zhou turned around, looked at Cheng Pei, and said calmly: "Cheng Pei, please get up."
Cheng Pei gritted his teeth and stood up, bowing his head and saying nothing.
Feng Zhou glanced at him without caring, and said to the Chinese officer: "Arrange a banquet. I want to entertain the two deputy commanders of the Xiang Army."
Ma Qi and Chen Yonggui haven't spoken yet. Cheng Pei couldn't hold back anymore after hearing this. He clasped his fists angrily and said loudly: "My lords, I am not feeling well due to my humble position, but I can't bear this banquet. I will retire first."
Sorry, sorry!"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Feng Zhou to answer. He took three steps back with his fists clasped. He turned around and stomped off the stage. Ma Qi looked at his back and shook his head slightly: Feng Zhou is a famous person in the world. He has great magical powers. Even the current emperor asks for help.
Looking at him, you are just a district army commander or a deputy, and you dare to show off in front of him. You have no vision and world, and you still want to be a commander?
only……
Cheng Pei is just that, but he is the cousin of Shao Hongyuan, the envoy of Huaidong. Shao Hongyuan is the chief general of the Northern Expedition. He has led the army for many years. Many of his subordinates obey his orders, even the orders of the emperor and the Privy Council are ignored.
Well, if Cheng Pei is dealt with and the generals at the front are angered, if Shao Hongyuan really decides to fight Feng Zhou, won't it affect the Northern Expedition?
Thinking of this, he told Feng Zhou about it at the banquet.
Feng Zhou smiled slightly and didn't take this matter to heart at all.
In fact, what he needs is not generals who can command the army at all, but soldiers who can obey his orders wholeheartedly.
He led the troops in the Northern Expedition, and there was no need for in-depth strategies and tactics at all!
He just planned to pass by recklessly.
So just a small commander makes trouble, and it's a one-size-fits-all approach.
Seeing that the commander-in-chief didn't care, Ma Qi and Chen Yonggui looked at each other and didn't dare to say anything.
At three o'clock in the morning on the second day, all the soldiers of the Tianwu Army came to the scene and were arranged neatly. None of the princes of Yu dared to be a monster, and they all obeyed the orders honestly.
As for the deputy commander Cheng Pei, he suddenly had a high fever and was ill in bed, but he could not participate in today's troop ordering.
After counting the troops that day, explaining some details, and telling everyone to prepare for the expedition, Feng Zhou left the military camp and returned to Feng Mansion.
He received a post and someone invited him to meet under Leifeng Pagoda.
The person who invited him was Monk Daoji from Lingyin Temple.
When it comes to people in this world who are worthy of Feng Zhou's admiration, the first one to bear the brunt should be the reincarnation of the Dragon-Conquering Arhat, Monk Jigong.
Although Monk Jigong plays in the world and does not have a big picture. He only relieves worries and relieves difficulties. He does not know how to change the world and do more. He is just a living Buddha with a petty mentality, but he is a saint among living Buddhas.
Because since ancient times, monks have only wanted to build temples more magnificently so that dignitaries and dignitaries can believe in Buddhism, and few of them have helped ordinary people.
Therefore, even though Jigong has a short vision, he is still a very good person.
Because under normal circumstances, no matter what kind of monsters he dealt with, he would only deal with them in his own small world with Buddhist disciples such as Guang Liang and Bi Qing, and never asked anyone for help.
Now that this person is inviting me, something important must happen.
Leifeng Pagoda is located on the top of Xizhao Mountain on the south bank of West Lake. It is midsummer, the scenery is beautiful and pleasant, and tourists come and go.
But this afternoon, there was no one else under the Leifeng Pagoda. There was only a monk in ragged clothes, holding a tattered cattail leaf fan, leaning on the steps, pouring wine into his mouth with a gourd, and humming an unknown bad song.
When Feng Zhou came to him, Jigong's eyes were already a little blurred.
"Zen Master Daoji, you look so cool here." Feng Zhou smiled lightly.
"Haha, if you don't come, monk, I will fall asleep."
Jigong laughed, waved his tattered cattail leaf fan, and his eyes immediately regained their clarity.
"This sunset is one of the ten most beautiful places in the West Lake. Zen Master Daoji sleeps here peacefully and carefree, and he wouldn't change it for a god." Feng Zhou said with a faint smile.
"Haha, Marshal Feng is still good at talking. No wonder you can get such a high position. Monk, I am here to congratulate you on your promotion." Jigong laughed and said,
"We, the Taoist lineage, retreated to the mountains to practice cultivation in the prosperous times, and came down the mountains to save the world in troubled times. Now our Chinese people are oppressed by the barbarians, and the government is ineffective. As Taoist priests, we have no choice but to go down the mountains to help those in need, and restore the world to a bright and prosperous world. This must be seen by Zen Master Daoji
Is it very transparent?" Feng Zhou said calmly.
Although he said this, he did not take Jigong's words seriously. This person invited him over, so naturally it was impossible to discuss such a trivial matter.
But Daoji didn't say anything, so he naturally didn't want to ask.
Sure enough, in the end, Jigong couldn't bear it any longer. He shook his cattail leaf fan and his expression returned to solemnity: "Does Taoist Master Feng know about the Black Rakshasa in the underworld?"
Black Rakshasa?
Feng Zhou nodded: "I know his origin."
The Black Rakshasa is the king of the underworld and the great god of the witchcraft world. At that time, he roamed the world, killing people and setting fires everywhere, and committed all kinds of evil. Fortunately, he was trapped in hell by the Buddha, suppressed by the underworld magic circle, and was guarded by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Ten Palaces of Hell.
This netherworld is a ghost world. There are countless demons and monsters that were defeated by the Jade Emperor, Sanqing, Zhenwu and Buddha. They are locked tightly inside and will never be able to escape.
But Black Rakshasa is different, he has faith in the human world.
That is the Black Witch Cult.
But now, because of Feng Zhou, the Black Witch Sect's vitality has been severely damaged, and the Black Rakshasa cannot receive sacrifices. Therefore, he resorts to various methods to come to the world in his avatar to lead the remnants of the Black Witch Sect and kill Feng Zhou.
However, Black Rakshasa's actions could not be hidden from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so Jigong quickly learned of Black Rakshasa's whereabouts, so he came to inform him before setting off on the expedition.
"That's it. Thank you Zen Master for telling me." Feng Zhou nodded, but there was a look of excitement in his eyes.