Chapter 130 Natural disasters, man-made disasters, Dao fruits, gods and demons (second update)
Miscellaneous Talks about Taoism and Fruits.
Caressing the book that still smelled of ink, Yang Yu's eyes flickered.
The information of the six gates is all-encompassing, ranging from the court to the rivers and lakes. It can be said that it is extremely detailed. Even if some permissions are not enough to access, you can still find clues.
As for the information about Daoguo, it seems that there is no information left in the document room, or that it was all buried.
Even Lao Zhaotou, who regards wealth as his life, is tight-lipped and dare not mention it no matter what.
The transaction he made with Huang Sixiang contained information about Tao Fruit.
The commander of the Jinyi Guards of a state, a veteran of two dynasties, and an old man who has reached the rank of Minister of the Ministry of War, is naturally able to come into contact with things that ordinary people cannot understand.
As for whether the truth is revealed.
If a young man who has acquired Dao Fruit shows no interest in it at all, this is the biggest flaw.
"Daoguo..."
The night was gradually falling, the bonfire was swaying, and Yang Yu's face seemed to be changing.
The handwriting on which the ink is still wet is as sharp and civilized as a sword, penetrating through the back of the paper. The words on it are simple and easy to understand, and there is no nonsense.
"Daoguo, also known as the Immortal Foundation. It was first known to the world during the Qin Dynasty, and for three thousand years in later generations, everyone from emperors and generals to country gentry and knights yearned for it."
"I was also curious and searched for some time. I found that the Taoist Fruit is as old as before Qin Dynasty. However, due to the long time and historical gaps, there are many distortions. In addition, the rumors are exaggerated, and many of them are derived into legends and myths."
"The Taoist sages have said that 'man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, and the heaven follows the way.' The way of the way and the fruit, doubtless refers to the way of heaven, and its fruit also has the meaning of the fruit produced by the way of heaven.
The five internal organs of human beings cannot digest weeds, let alone the fruits of heaven? The world only knows how to pursue them, but they don’t know that blind desire is the way to death.
How easy is it to control the power of heaven and earth with a human body?"
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The preface is very long.
Yang Yu silently read word by word, and in a trance, he seemed to see the old man hunched over the desk, writing furiously, and he was also admonishing while writing.
"The fruit of heaven."
Yang Prison muttered to himself, silently memorizing the words by heart.
"I gathered the legacy of my predecessors and inquired with the owner of the Dao Fruit at that time. I came to the conclusion that in order to swallow the Dao Fruit, one needs to go through the four steps of surrendering one's heart, holding a ceremony, lighting up the life chart, and refining the rank.
The first is to subdue the will left by the predecessors in Taoguo, and the second is to hold a ceremony. What is a ceremony? To eat grains, people need to sow, fertilize, irrigate, harvest, shell, knead, steam, eat, and digest.
The same goes for Dao Fruit!"
"Rituals are ever-changing, and different Taoist fruits have different rituals. When I understood the rituals, I suddenly had a deep understanding of mythology.
According to ancient legends, there are demons who knock down the pillars of heaven, demons who overturn rivers and seas, and gods who capture dragons and capture tigers... Could these also be so-called rituals?"
"When I was young, reading mythology was quite novel, but as I got older, I became afraid. Demons and demons were overwhelming the rivers and seas, gods and men were stirring up the storm, but where were the mortals?"
"I once visited Liuji Mountain and saw three million people fighting fiercely for more than a year. The earth was dyed red with blood and the rivers were cut off by corpses..."
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"Liujishan?!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu was shocked.
Here, the handwriting has traces of smearing, and Mr. Xu seems to be a little taboo.
But given the context, Yang Yu felt suddenly frightened and felt a chill down his spine.
The Three Kingdoms participated in that unprecedented war, which resulted in the death of millions of people, indirectly causing the displacement of tens of millions of people, and making everyone in Qingzhou wear sackcloth and mourning.
Could it be possible that this is actually a ritual for someone to refine Tao Fruit?!
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Crackling~
It is already dark, but the city of Qingzhou is still bustling with activity. As the New Year is approaching and there is no curfew, many children light firecrackers and run around having fun.
"The new year is approaching, and another year is about to pass..."
Standing in front of the window, looking at the lights of thousands of houses, Xu Wenji sighed slightly.
"It's late at night. Sir, please take a rest early."
Huang Sixiang walked into the house and closed the door: "Little miss, she has gone to bed. You are too harsh on her. Children like to be busy after all."
"Ruoruo's health is not good, it's windy outside..."
Gently closing the window, Xu Wenji shook his head slightly:
"Everyone has been sent away?"
"Sent away."
Huang Sixiang's expression was not very good: "Nie Wendong has been entertaining the squires in the city for many days in a row, how come you are as stable as a mountain?"
"So what if it's unstable? Nie Wendong has been cultivating Qingzhou for many years, and you and I can't compare. A movement is worse than a moment of silence."
Xu Wenji picked up the tea cup.
"You hold the document in your hand and can influence the administration of a state. Why is it so slow to take action?"
Huang Sixiang couldn't hold back his anger.
Compared with more than ten days ago, the inn is now deserted. Not only are there fewer people coming to visit, but also fewer people are visiting.
This shows that Nie Wendong has already taken action.
"An arrow is only a deterrent before it leaves your hand. Once it is released, it is a dead end."
Xu Wenji looked calm:
"My classmate has a good family background, good talent, and is good at studying. But one thing is bad, that is, he only regards himself as an individual."
"There are people like him everywhere in the world."
Huang Sixiang's face was expressionless.
He had read the information about Nie Wendong countless times before entering Qingzhou.
"It's different. Those people are either wealthy and powerful, or they have unruly temperaments. This classmate of mine is not the same."
After drinking all the tea, he gently turned the cup around, Xu Wenji's eyes dimly revealed:
"He is high up and has never come down. He is truly cold-hearted."
"There is no difference."
Huang Sixiang was a little bored.
There were countless people staring at him in front and behind the station. This feeling made him, who was born in Jinyiwei, extremely uncomfortable.
He has always been the only one to mark people. When will it be someone's turn to mark him?
"Of course there is a difference."
Xu Wenji shook his head slightly, but didn't say much: "It's getting late, so you should go to bed early."
"Sir, I don't understand something."
Huang Sixiang didn't move, his face was solemn:
"According to your previous temperament, you shouldn't compromise so easily. What is it that makes you so worried?"
"check it out."
Xu Wenji leaned back and exposed the paper on the case.
Huang Sixiang glanced at him and immediately frowned:
"There was a great famine in Deyang, and people ate each other. The rivers dried up, and the land was bare for thousands of miles. A dou of rice cost twenty gold, and a dou of wheat cost seven or eight gold. For a long time, there was no one to sell it.
The leaves of the celestial tree are eaten out, and eventually, people eat each other..."
"Deyang?!"
Huang Sixiang was shocked, and then he was in disbelief:
"How serious is the disaster in Deyang?"
They came all the way and went through various prefectures to gather the refugees. Although they never went to Deyang, the disaster-stricken place, they could hear a lot about it.
"It's not like this now, but if I fight with Nie Wendong and the four families for a long time, it will definitely happen. After a severe drought, there will be a great epidemic!
If we ignore it, the disaster in Deyang will definitely turn into a disaster in the state!"
Xu Wenji exhaled:
"Every time I think about it, I can't sleep at night."
Natural and man-made disasters.
Xu Wenji's heart was heavy, but there were still words he had not said.
Before he left Beijing, he asked the Qintian Supervisor to observe the stars in the sky. He found no disaster in Qingzhou, let alone a severe drought that lasted for two years.
He had seen this kind of sudden disaster before in books...
If this is a natural disaster, that's fine, but if it's a man-made disaster...
"A natural disaster..."
Huang Sixiang's expression also became serious.
He has also experienced great disasters, which were truly tragic.
Scholars kill better than warriors, but natural disasters are even more terrible!
He once experienced the "Jianghong Dao Disaster", a heavy rainstorm that lasted for seven days, destroying thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties and even more missing.
According to statistics, tens of millions of people were affected by the disaster, and the horrific scene left him unforgettable to this day.
"Being prepared for disasters, it doesn't matter what we do at the moment. The top priority is to integrate forces and provide relief to the disaster areas."
Xu Wenji sighed softly.
"My lord, please don't worry too much. At least it won't be too late to wait until the Jin Yiwei sent before gets a reply."
Seeing that Xu Wenji looked tired, Huang Sixiang comforted him.
Before they came to Qingzhou, a team of Jinyi guards came to greet them, but he casually sent them to Deyang Mansion.
That team of Jin Yiwei is also considered elite. Calculating their distance, they should reach Deyang Mansion in a few days.
"It doesn't matter whether there is a reply or not. Disaster relief is urgent."
Xu Wenji gently rubbed his temples:
"By the way, we also need to uproot Changliu Mountain. The gathering of bandits is no small matter."
"I see."
Huang Sixiang nodded.
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Although the new year is approaching and the weather is no longer as cold as before, there is still heavy snow in many places.
Whoosh!
The sharp north wind blew the snow, and the world was desolate.
A black line suddenly flashed across the frost-white sky and earth.
Tap tap tap~
Accompanied by the rapid sound of horse hooves, the group of people gradually approached.
"Hush!"
Seeing a jungle appear in front of them, the leading knight shouted and stopped his horse.
Everyone behind him also stopped.
"It's getting late, let's go to that forest to rest and eat some solid food!"
As Feiyu's suit rolled over, Cao Jinlie dismounted.
The rest of the Jinyi Guards also dismounted. At best, they were masters of blood transfusions six or seven times. Although they were not invulnerable to the cold and heat, they could still withstand the cold.
But the horse couldn't bear it.
Even dragon horses are not as cold-resistant as them. Only rare horse breeds like the Snow Dragon Horse can survive the cold and heat.
But there are not many dragons and horses in the entire Qingzhou, and they are even rarer in the snowy area.
"It's too cold today."
Zhao Qing frowned slightly as he wiped the horse's body with fur.
Traveling long distances consumes the most horsepower, especially in heavy snow and cold weather. Seeing the horses sluggish and languid makes many Jin Yiwei feel distressed.
"Wait a minute?"
Suddenly, Cao Jinlie narrowed his eyes, motioned for everyone to stop, took a step forward, and rushed towards the forest.
"ah!"
Not long after, two screams were heard.
Everyone rushed forward and saw Cao Jinlie taking off his Feiyu suit and wrapping it up in a girl with sallow skin.
"These two people?"
Zhao Qing glanced at the pool of blood and looked at the fragrant soup pot, his face suddenly twitched:
"Damn beast!"
"brute!"
The faces of the other Jin Yiwei were also ashen.
Along the way, they had seen similar scenes more than once...
"The situation in Deyang Mansion is probably more serious than we thought..."
Warming the woman's body with his inner breath, Cao Jinlie strode towards the horse: