Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 589: Confucian Freak
In the ruins of a foreign temple, the prince of the Confucian New Donglin Party confessed to a lone Wuxu that he was a rebellious son in front of a Moxu Minggui.

This scene is bizarre enough even if it happened in Huangliang's dream.

If this were heard by the Confucian families in the empire, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse’s son will dig holes.

Is it possible that Zhang Fengyue’s son is really so different and unique?
Li Jun poked his teeth and said, "From what you said, you don't mean to say that you want to join hands with me to kill your father and return power to the court, do a great thing for the Zhu Ming royal family, and leave your name in history?"

"As expected of a role model of the Lone Martial Order, this idea is indeed unique."

Being teased by a freak for being different, Li Jun's expression suddenly became a little awkward.

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "But Master Li Xin, you are overthinking. Although I don't agree with some of my father's practices, to be fair, if it weren't for him, the Ming Empire would have ceased to exist long ago."

If Li Jun had heard these words when he was in the Japanese area, he would definitely have sneered.

But after traveling all the way south from Liaodong and meeting the top figures in various sequences, Li Jun now has a different feeling about this sentence.

Especially when I entered the aboriginal land and saw the miserable situation of these aboriginal Buddhist slaves, I felt the same way.

Is Confucianism bad? It's equally bad.

In the base under the rule of the aristocratic families, ideas and resources are also monopolized.

But for ordinary people, they still have a glimmer of hope. They can become followers through the Confucius Temple. Although the chance is still slim, it is much better than in the fan land.

If we expand our perspective to the entire empire, the entire Ming Dynasty can be described as a place where immortals and Buddhas coexist, demons run rampant, and the whole place is filled with chaos and foul smells.

Those above the sequence are fighting with swords and spears, while those below the sequence are like ants.

If there were no Confucian order led by Zhang Fengyue, the country would probably be in even worse trouble than it is now.

So it is true that Li Jun wanted to kill Zhang Fengyue, but it is also true that he admires him.

"Since you acknowledge your father's achievements, then what exactly is the 'rebellion' about you, a rebellious son?"

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "In the eyes of outsiders, my background is second to none. Even if I can't have everything I want, there are not many things I can't get. As long as my father can bear the loneliness and doesn't give me more brothers, the position of leader of the New Donglin Party will definitely be passed on to me."

"To put it bluntly, even if I do nothing, as long as I don't jump around looking for death, I will be rich and powerful in the future."

"Isn't it?" Li Jun asked without thinking.

"This kind of thing is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold."

Zhang Siyuan talked freely: "In today's Confucian order, having children is no longer a simple human ethics. It is nothing more than to pass on the family power and to prevent the foundation that one has worked so hard to build from failing. Therefore, almost all the offspring born have been carefully selected in the ancestral temple, and their mental and temperament are all top-notch."

"But it is precisely because of this concept and practice that these young generations are basically all heroes. As long as there is a chance, killing their fathers and brothers is just a trivial matter. Some of the older generation of Confucian scholars are happy with this practice of raising Gu, and believe that only descendants who have experienced fighting are qualified to take on the responsibility of the family."

Hearing this, Li Jun suddenly thought of the Lu family in Liaodong and the Liu family in Jinling.

This is indeed the case with the two Confucian families that each occupy one side.

"But in our Zhang family, the situation is a little different."

Zhang Siyuan said calmly, "I feel like I am more like an answer my father gave to himself, a man who made another choice when faced with the position of Prime Minister. So I can understand him, but I cannot agree with him."

"But then again, a father is a father, and a son is a son."

Zhang Siyuan grinned: "If you want me to play some kind of inside and outside cooperation with you, you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible. I don't know what grudges there are between you and my father. If you really want to kill him one day, you have to kill me first."

These words were spoken sincerely, even a little naively, and he had no idea what it meant to be hypocritical.

Zhang Siyuan spoke out his position and thoughts in a very straightforward manner, which greatly changed Li Jun's impression of him.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, fortunately he was Zhang Fengyue's son, otherwise he would have rotted into a pile of bones long ago.

"Then why did you come to see me today?"

After hearing the 'inception', Li Jun then asked about the 'destination'.

Zhang Siyuan felt it very clearly that the hidden hostility in the other party had obviously faded a lot.

"I want you to help me demolish the Nagqu Golden Temple."

Zhang Siyuan went straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.

"If you want me to help you, you have to give me a reason, right?"

"As long as Naqu dies, the current deadlock will be broken. I can then legitimately enter the Sangyan Buddha Land and cause trouble for that old woman Lingapo."

"Your current boss should be Liu Jinxun, right?"

Li Jun smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of ruining his and your father's plan?"

"So I came to you, and you have to kill that song."

Zhang Siyuan blinked his eyes, with a simple smile on his face, and looked into Li Jun's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Li Jun waited for a long time, but still couldn't wait for Zhang Siyuan to say anything else. Finally, he couldn't help but said, "When you ask someone to do something for you, you never mention the benefits?"

"Do I look like someone who can offer any decent benefits?"

Zhang Siyuan spread his hands, looking like a scoundrel who was feeling justified in being poor.

"Mr. Zhang, your father is Zhang Fengyue!" Li Jun said through gritted teeth.

"I know, otherwise why is my last name Zhang?"

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "In fact, when I was hanging around in the streets, I suffered a lot because I didn't know how to give gifts. Later, I finally figured out the tricks, and guess what happened?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just talk."

Zhang Siyuan nodded his head, "I remembered that my father was Zhang Fengyue. Not only did I remember it, but the entire Confucian Order also remembered it. Since then, no one dared to take my gifts."

"Are you trying to say that I don't dare?"

Li Jun clenched his fists, ready to make a move.

"Don't be impulsive. I mean, his stuff is hot! There might be some traps in it, don't you think?"

Zhang Siyuan shook his head repeatedly and said seriously, "I am also thinking about you, Brother Jun."

"So after all this time, you just want to get something for nothing?" Li Jun sneered.

“It’s empty-handed, but not empty-hearted.”

Zhang Siyuan pointed at Dunzhu who was fighting with others in the distance and said sternly, "I feel so aggrieved and uncomfortable staying here. We are all people with one head on two shoulders, why should they be reduced to cattle and horses, and let others ride on us and do whatever they want? Why are they helpless in life and death, but the temples are full of incense?"

"So Jun, you don't have to test me anymore. This time, we stand together."

Zhang Siyuan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he spoke word by word: "My heart is clear, and heaven and earth can bear witness to it."

Li Jun looked at Zhang Siyuan with a serious expression, and after a moment he laughed.

Just as Zhang Siyuan said, he did have some tentative intentions when he asked for benefits.

If Zhang Siyuan had promised Li Jun huge benefits without hesitation, no matter how he had prepared himself to be different from other Confucian scholars, he would probably not be able to walk out of the ruins of the Zhangzhung Temple today.

On the contrary, now Li Jun has some faith in Zhang Siyuan and really wants to stand up for these suffering aboriginal people.

Although it is not ruled out that the man in front of him is an old fox with great cunning, he did the opposite and used a straight hook to fish.

But Li Jun didn't care too much. After all, he was no longer a swimming fish, but a vicious dragon in the water and a ferocious tiger on the shore!
Just as the two reached an agreement, the fight between Donzhu and the monks nearby entered its final stage.

Dunzhu, who had been under pressure, seized the moment of gap in the opponent's attack and launched a counterattack.

The monk, who was at the end of his madness, only felt a black shadow swaying in front of his eyes, and his fist suddenly missed, and he staggered forward involuntarily.

Before he could find Dunzhu's dodging figure, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew from the side.

The monk's eyes were filled with horror. He had not expected that after being suppressed and beaten for such a long time, Dunzhu still had the strength to dodge, and the momentum of his counterattack could be so fierce. In panic, he quickly protected both sides of his head with his two mechanical arms.

boom!
Amid the dull sound of iron and bone colliding, Dunzhu raised his right fist and smashed it on the monk's arm. He moved flexibly and dodged several powerful and heavy punches from the opponent in succession. He seized the opportunity and smashed the monk's chest with his elbow again. The power of this elbow was so great that the monk could clearly feel the bone of his chest dent and deform, and the organs in their original state felt waves of severe pain. The trembling wisdom in his head made his eyes go dark.

Donzhu's attack was not over yet. Instead, it was as surging as a rising wave.

His body was like a bone-eating carbuncle. He stepped forward and rushed to the front of the monk. He supported himself with his right foot, stretched out his two long arms like dragging knives, and suddenly chopped at the opponent's neck.

The monk's eyes were filled with horror, and he hastily raised his hand to block it.

He was a man who could roam the barbarian land with just a red robe, and he didn't have much experience in close combat. In addition, he was extremely tired at the moment, so he didn't notice that Dunzhu's left foot, which was originally dragged back, was like a scorpion's poisonous needle, ready to attack.

The next second, a look of panic suddenly appeared on the monk's ferocious face.

At the moment when he chose to confront him head-on, the lowly Buddhist slave in front of him suddenly changed from chopping to grabbing, and with the five fingers of both hands spread out, he suddenly jumped out, hugged the monk's head in the narrow space of only half an arm, and pressed it down hard.

The left leg was raised swiftly and the knee hit the monk's face fiercely!

boom!
The monk's head felt like it was hit by a hammer, and the sound of broken bones was creepy.

He was thrown backwards, pale blood gushing out from his collapsed mouth and nose, and his originally ferocious eyes were now empty and blank.

Dunzhu exerted force with his feet, leaped out like a tiger, and pinned down the monk's arms with his knees. Under the other's desperate gaze, he picked up a sharp piece of gravel nearby with his right hand and smashed it towards the monk's face.

The monk who was pressed under him struggled violently at first, but gradually began to twitch unconsciously, and his clenched hands slowly loosened.

"You beasts, you are the monsters, you are the monsters!"

Dunzhu's face was covered in blood and sweat, with clumps of black hair hanging in front of him. In his bloodshot eyes, sparkling tears flashed for no reason.

Like a mad beast, he tirelessly swung the stone in his hand. Even when the stone broke into pieces, he showed no signs of stopping and kept hitting the monk's twisted and deformed head with his fists.

Confusion, grievance, anger, hatred.
All kinds of complex emotions that had been suppressed for so long suddenly burst out at this moment, filling Dunzhu's mind and making him ignore the sound of the copper lock breaking next to his ears.

From Yumo's Ganquan Temple to Canglan's current Zhangzhung Temple, one after another of the once high-ranking monks were killed at his feet.

At this moment, Dunzhu, who had given up his faith, finally broke free from the shackles in his genes and became the follower he had longed for in the past.

Snapped.

The tattered and bone-revealing fist could no longer be clenched, and the five scattered fingers inserted into the soil softened by blood.

Dunzhu's figure swayed from side to side, and he fell to the ground with a thud and fainted.

Lord Ma came over, picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.

"A Buddhist who had his wisdom cut off could actually be promoted to a martial artist. The power of the martial artist gene is truly incredible!"

Zhang Siyuan, who was far away, saw the trick and asked in amazement, "Brother Jun, are you really planning to train him to become a lone warrior?"

"It can't be called training, it's just leading him from a dead end to another almost dead end. But it's not a loss for him to be able to vent his anger."

Zhang Siyuan admired him and said, "It is a bit difficult to walk alone, but with you walking in front and paving the way for them, it is no longer a dead end."

"Let me finish this journey first."

Li Jun stood up and patted the dust off his clothes. "We are done here, let's go."

"Not in a hurry."

Zhang Siyuan stopped Li Jun who was about to raise his foot, and faced the other party's puzzled gaze with an expression of joy as if he had seen a prey.

"When I was in Northern Zhili, I often heard of your name, Li Xinzhu. You fought your way from Chengdu Prefecture to the Japanese area, and then from the Japanese area back to the mainland, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood along the way.
"What do you want to say?"

Li Jun tilted his head and looked at Zhang Siyuan.

"Among the six arts of Confucianism, I only learned one art, 'shooting'. I have fought many Confucianists of my generation, but I have never met an opponent. So today."

Zhang Siyuan raised his hands, bent his five fingers as if holding an invisible longbow, and said with a smile: "I want to ask you, brother Jun..."

Before he could even utter the word "teach", Zhang Siyuan felt a strong palpitation, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and then his eyes went dark.

boom!
A fist landed on his face, Zhang Siyuan's body trembled, and he fell with his head raised.

"The person I beat was not your peer, but your elder."

Li Jun glanced at the unconscious Zhang Siyuan and saw that his chest was still rising and falling. Then he nodded to Lord Ma.

"Are you stupid? If you want to fight Wu Xu, you should run far away first. You have guts to provoke him in person."

Lord Ma spoke with disdain, grabbed one of Zhang Siyuan's legs and dragged him behind Li Jun.

Zhang Siyuan's body was dragged all the way, bumping against the broken walls and making a clanging sound.

"Old Li, are you really going to help this kid?"

"Even without him, I would have demolished the Nagqu Golden Temple. It would just be a matter of convenience."

"How could an old fox like Zhang Fengyue give birth to such a son? Is he really his biological son?"

"Hard to say"

"How about Zou Sijiu stealing his dream and pretending to be him to get close to Zhang Fengyue?"

"If Zou Sijiu knew your idea, he would either fight to the death with you, Master Ma, on the spot, or turn around and find a tree to hang himself."

"What you said makes sense, but how can we not kill someone who comes to our doorstep?"

"This person is interesting. Let's go and see for ourselves."

The man and the armor walking side by side did not seem to notice that Zhang Siyuan, who was dragged on the ground, had his frown slowly relaxing.

Wusizangwei, a valley deep in the Yumo area.

Yuan Mingfei and the other two who came here following clues about the "demon chaos" were now standing on a high place looking down, with indescribably strange expressions on their faces.

It was like seeing something extremely weird and disgusting.

Although it was already the snowy season in Fandi, there was not a single bit of snow in the valley. The cliffs at both ends were covered with moss and vines, and the valley bottom was flooded with black water of unknown depth.

In the center of the valley, there is a piece of floating land ten feet square, with large clusters of Gesang flowers blooming.

Surrounded by flowers, there grows a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, more than ten feet high. The extremely dense crown spreads out, almost filling the entire floating land.

The bright moonlight was filtered by the treetops and turned into spots of light, which fell into the lake under the giant tree, but strangely there was no reflection at all.

The entire valley bottom was like an open door to the abyss. No matter whether it was the moonlight or anything else, once it fell into it, it would never come back.

It should have been a rare paradise in the country, but all the beauty disappeared instantly after seeing the true face of this "giant tree", and was replaced by disgusting nausea.

The trunk of a big tree is formed by the overlapping and intertwining of twisted and deformed but still alive corpses. Their skin is grayish yellow and covered with wood grain. They are entangled together so that it is impossible to tell whether they are wood or human.

Their eyes, filled with despair and pleading, were wide open to the limit, looking at the sky above which was squeezed into a line, and bright red tongues could be seen in their wide-open mouths.

The outstretched branches were also made up of human bodies, with tender green leaves growing on the stiff arms.

The cold wind blew through the valley, as if awakening countless corpses.

The zombies piled together suddenly let out a hoarse roar, and the low and strange tone kept rolling in the valley.

The dead silent lake suddenly began to ripple, as if something beneath the water was responding to the corpses.

Suddenly, countless arms rushed out of the lake, and countless fat black fish jumped out from the waves.

The faces and arms on the tree trunks were twisting together at this moment, leaves were flying, and flowers were scattering, making people feel that the whole valley was alive at this moment.

Zou Sijiu squatted on the top of the mountain, staring down at this horrifying scene, and couldn't help shivering all over.

"Is this the Five Desires Tree that those tribesmen said grew in Ghost Valley and would eat people?!"

"A testing ground set up by Sangyan Temple and Sheji?!"

(End of this chapter)