high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 8 Dharma Icons of Saints

When Atractylodes macrophylla is sorting and harvesting.

In the well, Song Chi, who was hugging the cat, suddenly raised his head.

He frowned in confusion for a while, the golden words in his eyes were about to burst out, but suddenly dimmed back.

"Damn Sleepy Dragon Nail!" Song Chi let out a miserable laugh, and squeezed his fingers tightly.

In the end, he didn't feel anything, no matter how he felt in his heart, he could only keep his head down in silence.

Time has passed, and I am no longer the Taoist who calls the wind and rain.

And tens of thousands of miles away, in Pingchuan County at this moment, a man in a Confucian shirt with a clear face is silent.

In the eyes of the Confucianist, Bai Shu sits cross-legged and adjusts his breath, the iron pillar snores like thunder, the blood-clothed man with his hands behind his back, and the little girl running wildly on the eaves...

All these flashed by.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Song Chi's perplexed and wary face.

"It's a success..."

The Confucian shirt sighed lowly, and closed his eyes in silence.

He stood silently on top of the clouds, countless radiance sprinkled from the body surface, and the six wild Yuan Qi coiled together, as if the place where he stood was the center of the celestial phenomenon.

At the feet of the Confucian shirts is the burning Pingchuan County.

Pingchuan County.

The town under the feet of Confucianism.

It is located in the outskirts of Songyang County, at the junction of Songyang and Qingwu counties.

In Dazheng Guang, which has three-tenths of the territory in the world, among all eleven counties, it looks so inconspicuous.

The land is not barren, nor can it be said to be fertile. There are a few small rivers that are not worth mentioning. In the past dynasties, there are few literati who are famous all over the world, and there are no warriors who are famous in Chijiang.

Not to mention Yang Talismans, even those who have achieved Aperture Refinement can be counted with one pair of hands and one pair of feet.

The name is also so ordinary, Pingchuan, Pingchuan...

This small city that could barely be regarded as a place of prosperity in the former Song Dynasty, with the sudden collapse of the empire, all the wind and waves disappeared.

When a traveler stops by chance, the only thing he can admire is the frozen pears on the roadside vendors.

For hundreds of years, Pingchuan County refused to accept the imperial edict, and after the whole city was slaughtered, with the voluntary or involuntary influx of refugees, the only thing that can remember them is the frozen pears of the street vendors.

And at this moment in Pingchuan County...

The sea of ​​flames almost reached the sky, and piles of corpses the size of hills could be seen everywhere.

The fire spread from bottom to top, and the pile of corpses was licked by the tongue of fire, emitting the crackling sound of burning dry wood. The pungent stench produced by the mixture of black smoke and grease was blown by the westerly wind, thickly covering half of the city wall.

At the gate of the city, three plaques with large gold-plated characters fell into the mud, and the original signs could not be seen for a long time. The brick wall was burnt to black paint, one part was yellow, and the other was dark gray.

"Monk."

Behind the Confucian shirt, there are three more people standing above the sea of ​​clouds.

They are a monk, a beautiful woman and a man dressed as a general.

Among them, a heroic man in silver armor with fish scales and a lion jade belt around his waist suddenly spoke.

He has a majestic appearance, a leopard waist and ape arms, and his face is imposing and angry.

The fish scale armor is particularly eye-catching. Under the bright sunlight, each piece is shining outwards. The light is dense and dense, forming a circle, making him look like a god descending into the world.

"Can you see any clues?" Yingwei asked to his side.

"The poor monk is ashamed and can't see anything." The monk shook his head.

Between his eyebrows, a dark golden sky dragon is quietly disappearing.

"The Bolong Tibetan Consciousness can't tell the origin of this disease, maybe it's because the monk's cultivation is superficial."

The monk moved his gaze forward, the silent Confucian shirt:

"Mr. Da, do you want the poor monk to call his younger brother Wuhui over? His gold and stone medicine is far superior to the poor monk."

"No need."

For a long time, the Confucian shirt shook his head in silence:

"Since the purple mist fell, there was a bad news about living corpses cannibalizing people in Jiangbei first. Unexpectedly, Sun Wei quelled the chaos of living corpses in Jiangbei, and the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River had rioted with living corpses again.

The center is up and down, the message is slow, and the actions are not good, they should be killed! "

"Mr. Big is absolutely right!"

After the Confucian shirt finished speaking, the man in fish scales and silver armor quickly flattered and agreed.

"The center is incompetent, it should be killed!"

It was an extremely absurd scene for a person with such a face to say such words, but the people around were not surprised, as if they had long been used to this scene.

"Zuo Zhao." The Confucian shirt shook his head, "You really regret the appearance of this great husband."

The ass was patted on the horse's leg.

The man lowered his head in a panic, looked around, and saw that everyone present was avoiding his sight, avoiding to see him, he gritted his teeth, lowered his back, and knelt in the clouds.

The legitimate son of the Zuo family in Danbei, the flawless person in the Vajra Realm——

Apart from his father and the emperor, Zuo Zhao rarely behaved so flatteringly.

Except for Confucian shirts...

Zuo Zhao clenched five fingers subconsciously, and his eyes flickered.

Du Shaozhi, worthy of the name, was a master of Confucianism in the three dynasties.

Since the Master escaped from the world and Emperor Xuanwen took the boat to the South China Sea, the Confucian shirt is almost the next spokesperson for Confucianism.

In the eyes of Confucian scholars, the Zheng kings of the past dynasties seem to never be able to wash away their stains.

The founding king, King Zheng Wu, was arrogated to power by his relatives, and established a business by killing the former Song Shaodi with poison;

King Zheng Wei murdered his nephew with his uncle, cooked and killed the prince, banned the history books, and burned all his historians in Changming Palace.

According to the story of King Zhengxuan's practice of legalism, the "Nine Tang Law" was established, and 23 punishment tripods were established, killing the heads of eleven counties.

Zheng Xi Wang Yi internal steam mother, large-scale construction, extravagant and lustful.

As for King Zheng Jing, his very existence is the greatest evil in the world.

But Du Shaozhi was grateful for King Jing's Enyi, and after he became an official in Zhengzhou, his reputation went down like a river.

His fellow apprentice openly broke with him, and most Confucian scholars in the world smashed the statues in the Confucian Temple and kicked him from the throne.

If you don't mention how the master is, you have no way of knowing.

Before Xuan Wenjun went to the South China Sea alone 300 years ago, he probably would not have imagined that this young man, whom he hailed as an "inheritable career", would make such a choice.

But even if the identity of Du Shao's next Confucian master was denied by half of the scholars, he is still one of the best Confucian masters in the world.

What's more, after attaining life treasure, he was confirmed by the fortune tellers in Jiejing Mountain that he is the most promising leader in a hundred years to prove Taoism.

That's the top priority.

Zuo Zhao buried his head deeply, Du Shaozhi never liked him, if he found an excuse to kill him on the spot, the Danbei Zuo family would have no choice but to smile.

He suddenly regretted what he did in his early years.

If he had withdrawn at that time, the current situation would not be so indifferent.

"Get up."

Du Shaozhi glanced at him, and flicked lightly on the fish scale armor, scaring Zuo Zhao's face like gold paper.

"A is not bad." He looked away and said with a light smile, "The chariot general must have put a lot of thought into it."

Without waiting for Zuo Zhao to respond in a panic, Du Shaozhi stopped talking to him.

"Pingchuan is not far from Tongjiang." Du Shaozhi said.

"It's not too far back, Mister Da." The monk answered honestly.

"The emperor ordered me to go down to the south of the Yangtze River to calm the chaos. Since you can't see anything, you can go back to Yedu."

Du Shaozhi stroked his beard and opened his mouth after a long time, making the three people behind him all pale.

"What does Mr. Big mean?" Under the urging of his companion's eyes, the monk bite the bullet and bowed to speak.

"You go back to Jiangbei."

As soon as Du Shao took a step, his figure rose to the extreme sky. A tall crowned figure with fluttering sleeves and a sage statue stretched out his five fingers from the blue sky. The aura of grandeur filled the sky, and the clouds in the high sky surged violently like boiling water in a pot. , In addition to majesty, it is sacred and awe-inspiring.

The face of the sage Dharma Elephant is identical to that of Du Shaozhi. After Du Shaozhi stepped into the palm of the Dharma Elephant, a circle of perfection and no dirt, engraved with seals of birds, beasts, insects, fish, rivers, lakes, seas, and jade plates of all living beings rises slowly from the sky.

The sage's dharma image then stepped out one step at a time, and it was far away for an unknown number of miles.

"I went down to the south of the Yangtze River myself."

Du Shaozhi stared through thousands of miles of space and cast his eyes on Song Chi who was in the small underground well. He paused and sighed softly in his heart.

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