Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 556: Ruthless and unrighteous things, kind and righteous people

The prosperity was dispersed by the night rain, and the sound of rain was covered by the shouts of killing.

Armor and white robes swayed, and fist winds and sword lights collided.

The sounds of screaming, howling, roaring and collision rang out simultaneously in the rainstorm.

In the chaotic streets, a Wudang Taoist priest bravely charged into the enemy group and fought single-handedly against four surrounding golden-armored heavenly soldiers.

But in just a short moment, the slippery ground was covered with broken armor pieces, and the white clothes were also stained with blood. But even in such a tragic situation where every punch hit the flesh and every knife drew blood, the battle was still silent, with only the cracking sound of the blade tearing through the flesh and the muffled sound of the body falling to the ground.

The bodies of the three heavenly soldiers transformed by Zhang Qingyu's authority were blown to pieces one after another. But before the Wudang Taoist priests, who were covered with wounds, could catch their breath, the corpses lying on the ground were kicked away by a more burly and majestic heavenly general, who swung the long sword in his hand and chopped them on the head.

At the critical moment, the Wudang Taoist priest raised his toes and picked up a long sword in his hand, and used attack instead of defense to chop the sword.

The crisp sound of explosions rang out, and the turbulent wind tore through the continuous rain curtain.

Unable to bear the force, Wudang Daoxu retreated in a panic, the sword in his hand was cut off, his chest heaved violently like a bellows, and the blood gushing out of the wound cast a layer of glaring scarlet on his robe.

"Longhu Mountain"

The Wudang Daoxu who was in a desperate situation let out a hoarse roar, without any fear in his eyes, he stepped forward resolutely, letting the long sword of the general pierce his heart, and his right hand, which was as sharp as a knife, stabbed into the gap of the opponent's armor under his jaw with extreme ferocity.

While the Golden Armored Heavenly General's brain was smashed into pieces, his heart also became a hole that was transparent from front to back.

puff.

The body of the heavenly general fell into the mud and water, scattering into a misty golden light.

"It's all garbage."

The Wudang Taoist priest, whose white robe had turned bloodshot, stood where he was, with his head lowered and a scornful laugh and curse emanating from him.

Suddenly, a fire that even rain could not extinguish started from under his feet, and in an instant his entire body was burned to ashes.

At this moment, scenes like this can be seen everywhere on the long street.

The light spots of the disintegrating god and the ashes of the Taoist's dead body were blown by the wind, clearly separated from each other, and flew towards the fortune-telling stall.

"Although this is the cave you built, you have not entered the Baiyujing Immortal Class, so you will never understand the importance of the word 'earth immortal' in the Huangliang dream."

In front of the stall, the two looked at each other.

Zhang Qingyu smiled slightly: "Zhao Yanlong, trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm will only bring humiliation upon yourself. It's not too late for you to give up resistance now."

The corners of Zhao Yanlong's mouth were tense, and his eyes swept across the Wudang Mountain souls that were burned to ashes in the distance. His face became increasingly cold and ugly.

"I did not participate in the battle to siege Wudang, and my hands have never been stained with the blood of your Wudang Dao Order, so there is no blood feud between you and me that requires a life-and-death encounter. On the contrary, if you are willing to cooperate with me, after the matter is accomplished, I can privately give you a batch of clean Dao Orders, so that your fellow disciples can take over the bodies and return to the world. How do you think?"

"Zhang Qingyu, please stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yanlong said contemptuously: "Possessing a body is a dirty thing that only you new-school cultivators would do. We in the Wudang Dao Order would never bother to do it."

"Didn't you sneak into Longhu Mountain by taking over other people's bodies? There is nothing you can't do to stay alive. And the reason you didn't use the method of taking over other people's bodies to revive these Wudang ghosts is because taking over other people's bodies would make them lose their proud identity as old-school monks, am I right?"

Zhang Qingyu did not show any face and directly revealed the truth.

"But your worries now have a solution."

Zhang Qingyu stared at Zhao Yanlong's eyes and said, "You know very well that Chen Qisheng was just a failed experiment of Mount Longhu. Even he was able to be promoted to the fourth immortal master of the old school by accident. This is enough to show that there is still a glimmer of hope for you old school cultivators in the genes of Daoxu. Similarly, these Wudang ghosts still have the hope of regaining their old school identities after taking over other people's bodies and reincarnating."

"The reason why you were willing to risk being exposed to help Chen Qisheng earlier was not because you wanted to establish a good relationship with him and find a way to revive your fellow disciples from him?"

Zhang Qingyu smiled and said, "With my help, you have a better chance of success."

Zhao Yanlong remained silent, but the complicated expression on his face revealed his wavering mood.

"Junior Brother Zhao, I don't mean to look down on you. It's just that with your current strength and authority, how large can the area of ​​this cave heaven you built be? How long can it last? How much will it consume your authority? You should be very clear about these."

"You are now the Taoist leader of Longhu Mountain. Without my help, you would never get too much authority from the Tianshi Mansion. At best, you are just a low-level earthly immortal who is the chief of the Nine Departments. You can't hold on for long. From the fact that you framed Zhang Qinglu, it can be seen that you are not willing to be a living grave for the rest of your life. Even if you are willing, do you want to watch these fellow disciples repeat their short lives over and over again and become ghosts who are worse off than death?"

Zhang Qingyu saw the changes in Zhao Yanlong's expression clearly, and quietly slowed down the siege of the golden armored soldiers, and persuaded him to strike while the iron was hot.

"So what if it's a human, so what if it's a ghost?"

Zhao Yanlong said in a low voice: "I"

"Well said! So what if it's new or old? They all have the same goal, just to seek immortality. In this case, why do you have to dwell on the hatred of the past and be obsessed with it?"

Zhang Qingyu interrupted the other party and said seriously, "Wudang Quanzhen and Longhu Zhengyi were once the two great ancestral temples of Taoism. For thousands of years, there has been no end to the dispute over the orthodoxy of the first Taoist sect. Before the sequence was revealed, the two sects hated each other because of their different philosophies. You, Wudang Quanzhen, denounced the Zhengyi sect's rules of not abstaining from drinking, not observing meat, and not prohibiting marriage as 'disorderly Taoism', and believed that cultivating the truth and nurturing the nature is the only correct way for Taoist practice. Only by eliminating emotions and desires, recognizing the heart and seeing the nature, and making the mind pure, can we return to simplicity and truth."

"But after Emperor Yizong set the sequence, do the differences in these concepts still matter? Not at all, because it is genes that truly determine the direction of cultivation! Looking back now, the thousand-year struggle was nothing more than the mischief of human hearts."

Zhang Qingyu continued, "After the establishment of the Huangliang Dream, the new school of cultivators gave up their bodies for spirits, and used the reincarnation of dreams to temper their souls and bodies, and their cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. The old school chose to cultivate both the body and the spirit. Although their cultivation speed was slow, their strength far exceeded that of the new schools of the same level, and they could even compete with the martial order. So far, the two paths of Taoism have their own merits, and the flourishing of a hundred flowers is the sign of the prosperity of a sequence."

"But do you know that in the old Dao Order, someone was secretly researching and developing a method to plunder and devour the new school's divine thoughts? He even colluded with the Yin Yang Order, which was incompatible with the Dao Order, and used Huangliang's authority to exchange for their assistance?"

Zhao Yanlong said angrily: "Isn't it that you, the new sect, are coveting the foundation of the old sect, and want to use it to make up for your own shortcomings of being possessed by demons?"

"It takes two to tango."

Zhang Qingyu said solemnly: "So I want to tell you that the sect hatred you can't let go of is just a struggle for interests. Just like a thousand years ago, it is also the human heart that is at work. This is the truth behind the internal strife of the Taoist sect back then! Can you say who is right and who is wrong? No, because this is a matter of 'if you don't kill me, I will kill you'. There is no right or wrong, there is only winning and losing, victory and defeat."

"It's a heartless and righteous thing, why do you have to be a kind and righteous person?"

The deafening sound echoed along the long street.

At the same time, the war situation around him, which had just eased slightly, suddenly became intense again.

Countless black ashes filled the air, blocking the moonlight above, but could not block the sword light in front of his fellow disciples.

These Wudang Daoists were uploaded into the cave heaven when they were on the verge of death. Decades of time have passed so that their spirits and bodies are no longer as strong as they once were, and they are simply unable to kill all the heavenly soldiers and generals before them.

In Huangliang's dream, authority is the most fundamental and most powerful weapon.

As a high-ranking earthly immortal in Baiyujing, the power that Zhang Qingyu holds is simply incomparable to that of Zhao Yanlong.

The reason why Zhao Yanlong was able to hold on until now, apart from the fact that the opponent deliberately let him win, was only due to the slight home advantage of Dongtian and the fearlessness of the Wudang heroes.

The roars of life in exchange for life, the curses filled with hatred, and Zhang Qingyu's bone-wrenching questions made Zhao Yanlong feel that his blood was pumping like a pump, and waves of heat hit his brain, and his whole body was trembling.

"I can take a step back and let Chen Qisheng go. Even if you don't believe I will help you, you can still find the answer from him. As for Li Jun, he is just an outsider and a real enemy of your Wudang. It is reasonable for you to betray him."

Zhang Qingyu said sincerely, "Brother Zhao, think about yourself. Back then, Wudang used you as a living grave to collect the souls of these fellow disciples. They just kidnapped you for the sake of the sect, saying that it was to leave a glimmer of hope, but in fact it ruined your life. Do you think it's worth it? Haven't you had enough of this kind of life?"

"I"

Zhao Yanlong hesitated, his face was dejected, his eyes were full of struggle and hesitation. "Hatred and hatred, new and old, are all fleeting. Only living is the true meaning of Taoism. Cooperate with me, you can live, and so can your brothers. Believe me, they will not blame you, but will be grateful for giving them the opportunity to live again."

Zhang Qingyu kept persuading them verbally, but secretly he was mobilizing his authority to continue invading this cave in the form of heavenly soldiers and generals, and to kill the few remaining Wudang heroes.

On one hand, it kills people, on the other hand, it destroys their hearts.

These two approaches worked together to gradually break down Zhao Yanlong's mind.

Just when the abbot of the Xuantan Hall of the Tianshi Mansion thought that everything was under control, a bell sound suddenly pierced through the night and came from a distant place.

thump.

The sound of the bell was as gentle as a breeze knocking on the window at first, then it became like a rainstorm hitting tiles, and finally it was like thunder, resounding throughout the ancient city.

"Ha ha ha ha."

A loud laugh was heard nearby, Zhao Yanlong's expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look.

The wave of golden-armored gods occupied most of the long street, with a few red dots in the center, which were Wudang heroes who had fought to the death.

The flames symbolizing the burning of their souls wrapped around their bodies, burning out their fearlessness of life and death and hearty laughter, and once again pounced on the expressionless heavenly soldiers and generals around them.

"Wudang disciple Yan Yun, today we kill the dragon and tiger bandits again, it's refreshing!"

"Yan Qian, a Wudang disciple, only worshipped Zhenwu during his lifetime, and he will still only worship Zhenwu after his death!"

"Fuck you, new-school monks! I, Yanshi, will never coexist with you!"

In the blazing firelight, the figures turned into ashes, leaving only the two words "Zhenwu" embroidered on the robes unburned, floating in the air with the wind, shining brightly.

Zhao Yanlong's face turned pale and his eyes turned red under the glowing thorn, but his originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"A bunch of lonely ghosts, ruining my plans."

Zhang Qingyu cursed inwardly, and with an idea in his mind, the swords and spears in the hands of the heavenly soldiers and generals suddenly flashed with cold light, crushing all these annoying glowing small characters into pieces.

"Junior Brother Zhao, don't let these..."

Before Zhang Qingyu could finish his words, the noisy wind was suppressed back into his mouth.

His figure and the bench under his butt slid backwards, avoiding a heavy punch heading straight for his face.

"act recklessly!"

After saying so much and about to succeed, a few wandering ghosts ruined all his efforts. Even though Zhang Qingyu was very cunning, he couldn't help but get furious at this moment, with hostility surging in his eyes.

"Wudang disciples, unworthy disciple Yanlong"

Zhao Yanlong stood up with his back straight, and there was no trace of dejection and struggle on his face.

"Just now I heard this bastard from Longhu Mountain talking so much nonsense. It's my fault. Brothers, please don't be angry. You go ahead and I will follow you!"

Amid the loud laughter, scattered ashes gathered from all directions, like a curtain rising into the sky, obscuring the moon.

The golden-armored gods who suddenly lost their enemies all looked up, their movements were exactly the same as Zhang Qingyu's, gazing at the sky above their heads which was as dark as the sea.

Wow.
The sound of surging waves came from nowhere.

"Zhao Yanlong, what do you want to do?!"

Zhang Qingyu's face suddenly changed drastically and he shouted sternly, his voice full of panic.

"There is only a fine line between humans and ghosts. If you have something to rely on, you are a human, if you don't, you are a ghost. Although Wudang has disappeared in this world, Zhenwu always stays in my heart, so we are not wandering ghosts."

Zhao Yanlong turned his head and stared at the other party, sneering: "Losing and winning, winning and losing? Zhang Qingyu, let me tell you, I, Wudang, have not lost yet, and I, Zhao Yanlong, have not lost yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden-armored gods exploded and turned into golden dots in the sky.

At this moment, Zhang Qingyu finally realized that Zhao Yanlong wanted to completely seal off this Huangliang Cave Paradise and drag him into the boundless dark sea!

"If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. Zhao Yanlong cannot escape. Even if you sink into the dark sea, I can fish you out. By then, what awaits you is only 'Fengdu' and endless torture!"

"My brothers are right. You new school members can only fart, but not kill people."

Zhao Yanlong smiled contemptuously, his figure flashed in front of Zhang Qingyu, and he stretched out his five fingers to grab the other's collar.

But Zhang Qingyu's figure was like a reflection in the water, twisting and shaking between Zhao Yanlong's five fingers, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Hey"

Zhao Yanlong sighed helplessly. The difference in authority meant that even if he resorted to the method of sealing off the cave in exchange for his life, he still couldn't stop Zhang Qingyu from escaping.

Wow.
The sound of waves in my ears became louder and louder, and the light in the entire cave became dimmer, as if it was about to fall into an endless eternal night.

After taking a look around the deserted Xiangyang City, Zhao Yanlong did not stop and walked out of the city.

Walking through the streets, the house signs on both sides faded their original colors, and everything turned gray, like a wave chasing him from behind.

Zhao Yanlong's steps became more and more rapid, and finally he broke into a running sprint.

On the green hills outside the city, a simple Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles is hidden among peach trees.

By the time Zhao Yanlong ran to the front of the hall, he was already out of breath and sweating profusely.

The Taoist temple was also empty. In the slightly shabby and simple main hall, there was only a Taoist statue the size of an ordinary person, standing alone on the altar, with a sandalwood stick that was almost burned out inserted in the incense burner in front of it.

"Master, please don't blame me. I have tried my best."

Zhao Yanlong knelt at the feet of the statue, muttering to himself.

Behind him, the gray wave had reached the gate of the Taoist temple.

"My fellow disciples, please don't blame me."

Gray waves came and washed over Zhao Yanlong's body, and the biting cold instantly engulfed his consciousness.

His entire body was covered in gray, and Zhao Yanlong was like a stone statue, kneeling for a long time without getting up.

But the fire on the sandalwood did not fade or go out, but slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, a Taoist with gentle eyes and eyebrows reached out and touched Zhao Yanlong's buried head, with a smile on his face.

No wonder.

(End of this chapter)