Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 590: Human Heart Shackles
"Honestly, who is older between the two of us? We need to sort this out, otherwise I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage."

On the way to the Golden Temple in Nagqu, Zhang Siyuan approached Li Jun and asked with a shy smile.

At this moment, his appearance was extremely miserable.

His blue shirt was tattered, and his face, which was not very attractive to begin with, had a swollen eye, making him look particularly miserable.

But even though it had become like this, he still wasn't quiet along the way, and kept finding different ways to chat with Li Jun.

He asked about everything from Jiulong Street in Chengdu Prefecture to Jinling City in Nanzhili, no matter how big or small it was, and was particularly interested in Li Jun's experience.

"this."

Li Jun gave him a cold look and clenched his fist in annoyance, "Is it big enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough."

Zhang Siyuan swallowed nervously, moved away tactfully and moved closer to Lord Horse.

"Master Ma, there are rumors in the New Donglin Party that you were a great figure in the Minggui Realm in the past. Can you tell me about your glorious deeds in the past?"

The horse king's dull red eyes brightened slightly, and he came out of the idle state.

"Do you have a young and beautiful native aunt?"

Zhang Siyuan was stunned by the question. Before he could react, he heard Ma Wangye say, "If there is, you can listen to whatever you want. If not, go and have fun."

"Not native, okay?"

"Do you think I am the kind of person who is not picky about food, Master Ma?"

Zhang Siyuan asked seriously, "What about brothers and sisters?"

"Then I am a generation shorter than your father? Get lost."

Lord Ma waved his hand to chase the other person away. The red eye light in his helmet faded away, leaving Mo Jia following Li Jun at a constant distance.

"Boring, you guys are so boring!"

Zhang Siyuan was filled with melancholy and sighed to the sky, but he did not dare to harass Li Jun and Lord Ma anymore. He could only set his eyes on Dunzhu who was standing beside him.

"Dunzhu, how old are you now?"

Upon hearing this, the aboriginal man, who was a head taller than Zhang Siyuan, immediately smiled naively and answered honestly.

"To answer your question, sir, I don't remember."

"Sir" was the title Zhang Siyuan requested. Every time he heard Dunzhu call him these two words, he felt relaxed all over.

He has the same character as Zou Sijiu.

Zhang Siyuan was puzzled: "It is normal for people not to know when and where they die, but how can they not know when they are born?"

"I was picked up and brought back to Jinzhu Village by Jianjiu's father. I have forgotten everything that happened before." Dunzhu said in a muffled voice.

"Your life is too miserable. But don't be depressed. I also thought I was an orphan before I came of age, but I eventually found my biological father. Maybe you will remember it someday."

Zhang Siyuan patted Dunzhu's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Looking at your big and strong appearance, you should be quite popular, right? Tell me honestly, is there a girl you like?"

"No."

Dunzhu scratched his head and grinned, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

"Man, why are you so shy? If you have any, just say it. I will help you get married later, sir."

Zhang Siyuan patted his chest and said, "Let me tell you, there are countless people outside the country crying for their parents just to see your husband. We are destined to be together, I will do this for you for free, you can just be happy."

Dunzhu shook his head: "Sir, really not."

"Really not?"

Zhang Siyuan looked skeptical. "Okay, I met a very nice girl in Nagqu City. She sings very well and takes good care of her cattle and sheep. She looks like a good wife and mother who knows how to manage a life. I'll introduce her to you when the time comes."

"Thank you, sir."

Dunzhu gestured behind his buttocks twice and asked with a smile, "Is it big?"

"What's big or small?"

Zhang Siyuan's eyes moved downward, and his expression suddenly froze.

"You have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you look like an honest man. Why do you like this?"

"I like it. It's good for having a baby."

"Great!"

Zhang Siyuan didn't care whether it was true or not and just bit it to death.

"Then I don't want it, thank you sir."

Hearing Dunzhu's answer, Zhang Siyuan couldn't help but look surprised.

"Isn't it the size you wanted? Now you don't want it anymore. I think you deserve to be punished. You even dare to tease the gentleman?"

"Sir, don't be angry, because I don't plan to have a baby anymore."

Dunzhu's eyes were clear and there was a smile on his face, but the words he said were like a heavy stone, hitting Zhang Siyuan's heart.

Li Jun, who was walking in front, also slowed down his pace and frowned.

While in Jinzhu Village, he agreed to Dunzhu's request and taught him martial arts.

But along the way, he and Dunzhu had almost no idle chat. Apart from demolishing temples on the road, he only taught each other martial arts in his free time.

Li Jun had no idea what this aboriginal man, who had experienced such a huge change, was thinking.

"why?"

Zhang Siyuan's voice sounded a little low and hoarse.

"Because this place is not good, I came here to suffer."

Dunzhu's Mingyu was not very good. His previous words were halting, but this sentence was exceptionally clear.

In fact, how could someone as smart as Zhang Siyuan not know the answer?

He asked this just to start a conversation and find a way to comfort the other person.

But when he actually heard this answer, Zhang Siyuan found himself with a lump in his throat. His mind was full of worldly wisdom and gentlemanly principles, but he found that he couldn't find a suitable word.

Because what Dunzhu said was the truth, there was no way to refute it and no way to comfort him.

"Why are you suffering? You are now the only martial arts master. Do you know what this means?"

Zhang Siyuan tried his best to ease the extremely depressing atmosphere and raised his hand to point at Li Jun's back.

"Look at your master, how powerful is he? Will you be able to be like him in the future and change the current bandi with your own fists, or do you not want to do that?"

Dunzhu nodded vigorously: "I want to do it for other people's Gazai."

The ugly smile on Zhang Siyuan's lips slowly faded away. He was silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

"Donzhu, why not for yourself?"

"I probably won't survive."

Dunzhu answered without thinking and laughed heartily.

Zhang Siyuan opened his mouth, his face full of guilt and regret.

“Fuck.”

Li Jun's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his fists clenched with a crackling sound. A terrifying pressure emanated from his body, and the boiling murderous aura swept up the falling snow from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the honest and honest Dunzhu thought that he had said something wrong and showed an expression of self-blame and uneasiness.

But he was not good at speaking and didn't know how to apologize.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely depressing, Lord Ma, who had sensed something was wrong, returned from the Ghost Realm in time and resolved the deadlock.

"Son of the Zhang family, do you know that Nong Xu is behind the chaos in the Fandi area?"

"know."

Zhang Siyuan quickly took advantage of the situation and said, "When I first entered the aboriginal land, I felt that there was something fishy behind the 'demon rebellion', so I did some research, but the clues I found were mostly just some groundless folk legends, which were not very valuable."

"The only thing that is certain is that the organization called 'Shaji' has been lurking in Bandi for a long time."

Prince Ma asked in surprise, "Even you in the New Donglin Party don't know about them?"

"The agricultural sequence has never had much presence. In the two waves of technology and methods that swept across the entire Ming Dynasty, they did not seem to be very active. In the empire, they mostly did business with the poor people and always kept to themselves."

Zhang Siyuan recalled the information about the Nongxu in his mind and said in a deep voice: "Inside the Confucian Order, there are many aristocratic families who have deliberately cultivated talents for this order, and some even raised servants of the four masters of the Nongxu."

"But their performance is just average. Their combat power and potential are not worth noting. On the contrary, the energy consumed is much greater than that of training a fourth-rank soldier. Over time, the Confucian order no longer pays attention to them."

"There are only useless people, but no useless order. This is what Emperor Yizong said. Moreover, the history of the Agricultural Order gene is longer than any of the three religions. If it was really mediocre, how could it have survived until now?"

Lord Ma said: "Besides, even you haven't dug out their secrets and think that there is nothing worth paying attention to. Doesn't this just show that this sequence is hidden very deeply?" "That's the truth."

Zhang Siyuan frowned, "But if that's the case, then Nong Xu's secrets are a bit too deep, right? Many of them have been stamped with the seal of Ru Xu. If we can't even figure out their details, then there is only one possibility."

"The Nongxu activities in the empire right now are all fake! They are deliberately released to confuse people!"

Zhang Siyuan said solemnly: "Only those in Sheji can be the true agricultural order!"

This inference is truly shocking.

You should know that there are quite a few agricultural orders within the empire, and they also have a considerable base.

If they are all fake, this is a bit exaggerated.

Besides, can genes and sequences be falsified?
Lord Ma thought it was unlikely, but the other party was Zhang Fengyue's son after all, and knew much more information than he did.

"Zhang family boy, what is your level of mathematics?"

Zhang Siyuan said calmly: "Normally."

"How common?"

"Can you calculate what day it is today?"

"That's fine. Wait a minute. What did you say?"

Red eyes swept over, and the unfriendly voice of Lord Ma was heard.

"I'm learning the art of archery. Didn't I tell you that before?"

Zhang Siyuan spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Lord Ma was surprised and asked, "Your father is an expert in mathematics, but you don't know anything at all?"

"Is there any necessary connection? What era is this? Do we still emphasize that sons should inherit their father's business?"

Lord Ma said helplessly: "It seems that you are really a rebellious son."

"Master Ma, you are too kind."

The scholar clasped his hands together and bowed to Mo Jia.

The red light in his one eye choked, obviously he did not expect Zhang Siyuan to be so shameless.

"Whether it's a trick to deceive people or some special means to deceive Ru Xu, it doesn't matter."

Li Jun said, "Now it is clear that they are hiding in the foreign land. If we find them, we will naturally know the answer."

"Brother Jun does things openly and straightforwardly!"

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "What a coincidence. When I turned around to sweep the Buddhist temples in Canglan, I killed a Buddhist monk named Duoluo Mu. I heard from her that there is a place called Yin Yang City in Canglan, which should be the territory of Sheji. Do you want to go and take a look? It's on the way anyway."

"lead the way."

"Okay, but there's a problem. We may not be able to find that place."

Li Jun frowned and asked, "Why?"

At this time, Dunzhu, who had been listening to their conversation quietly, suddenly spoke.

"Because in the legends of the Fan people, the city of karma is mobile."

The snow is flying heavily, and the land is covered with white snow for thousands of miles.

A bird with a white head and black feathers flapped its wings, broke through the thick clouds, and dived down. Its red eyes reflected the tiny black shadows lined up in a row below.

The shadowy figures were struggling to walk through the snow that was deep enough to cover their wrists. Every time they took a step, a harsh, crackling sound was made.

Their swollen and deformed bodies were wrapped in dirty felt robes, an iron chain was wrapped around their necks, and ten purple faces with numb eyes were linked together.

The front end of the chain was held in the hand of a huge guardian deity, who led them forward like cattle and sheep.

At the front of the procession, two monks were carrying a luxurious sedan chair inlaid with agate and painted with gold.

The person sitting cross-legged in the curtain on the throne is none other than Yunri Living Buddha, one of the five abbots under Sangyan Temple.

Yunri's eyes were gloomy and his face was dark and ugly at this moment.

It's no wonder that she is like this. As the abbot of the Yunri Temple who once controlled the Canglan area covering hundreds of miles and was supported by tens of thousands of Buddhist slaves, how could Yunri have ever been so embarrassed?

But ever since that group of Ming people entered the Fandi, all the past glory has vanished.

Especially the Ruxu named Zhang, who was a complete mad dog. Not satisfied with demolishing the temple once, he turned around and razed to the ground the temple he had not yet completed.

If I had not happened to be in the Yunri Buddha Land, I would probably have ended up like Lady Duoluomu.

The most crucial point is that things have come to the point now. Apart from the initial Buddhist decree not to resist, there has been no other orders from the Sangyan Sacred Mountain.

If she had not been able to sense the presence of the Sangyan Buddha Lingapo in the Buddhist kingdom, she would probably have thought that her Buddha had passed away.

But such silence made Yunri feel even more uneasy.

As long as those Ming people stay in the foreign land, the reconstruction of the temple can no longer proceed.

More importantly, Yunri felt a strong sense of crisis, which prompted her to urgently want to increase her strength.

If one wants to quickly enhance one's Buddhist thoughts and wisdom in Fandi, the only shortcut is to go to those special trading venues that are erratic in Fandi, and use the "seeds" that one has carefully cultivated to exchange for purified computing power from those beings that one does not know whether they are still human beings.

Although this was not the first time he had done this, Yunri still felt a little nauseous whenever he thought of the scene in the trading floor.

Those beings should be the demons described in Buddhist scriptures.
Perhaps at some unknown time, the Buddhas will issue an order to expel all these foreign demons from the land.

But when that time really comes, where can I go to exchange such pure computing power at such a low price?

The unchanging vast snowfield makes Yunri's thoughts drift farther and farther away.

Just as she lowered her eyes in deep thought, the sedan chair beneath her suddenly stopped.

"what's up?"

Yunri came back to his senses and raised his eyes, and saw a blurry figure suddenly appear in the wind and snow in the distance.

A burly figure was covered in tattered clothes, his bare arms were bulging with muscles, his face was covered with a dirty and tangled beard, and he exuded a strong sense of barbarism.

The other person's appearance and attire clearly showed that he was a Buddhist slave, but he was clearly from a class other than the Bandi.

However, in Yunri's Buddhist thoughts, the sense of crisis coming from the other party was extremely weak. At best, he was just a Sequence Nine who had just broken the lock.

"Demons are causing chaos, the Ming people are invading, and now there are even Buddhist slaves who have entered other orders. The current Fan land is really no longer pure."

Yunri sighed, raised his hand slightly, and issued an order.

"kill him."

Wow
The chains fell into the snow, and the guardian deity in charge of leading the 'cows and sheep' stepped forward, his pace quickening as he rushed towards the servant who had dared to block the Buddha's cross.

The 'cattle and sheep' that were left there had no idea what was happening. They just widened their eyes in fear, huddled together, and held the collars around their necks tightly with both hands.

Under Yunri's indifferent gaze, another figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly appeared in the wind and snow.

"You can't handle this person for now, let me do it, sir."

Zhang Siyuan patted Dunzhu on the shoulder and motioned him to move back.

But just as he finished his words, a gust of wind and snow blew past him.

The guardian deity who was rushing towards this side was smashed into pieces.

"Oh, how could I forget that there is someone more impulsive than you? You too, Master Ma, why didn't you stop him?"

Zhang Siyuan was startled and shouted loudly in the distance: "Brother Jun, spare his life, don't kill him!"

boom!
The strong wind blew the snowflakes into the sky, forming a pure white wave.

A shrill scream was heard amid the howling wind.

When Zhang Siyuan and his men arrived, there were no monks or sedan chairs anywhere, only broken bodies and debris all over the ground.

Li Jun raised his foot and stepped on Yunri's head, trying his best to suppress his restless murderous intent.

"What did you do to them? Tell me!"

Yun Ri, who was completely consumed by fear, did not dare to hide anything and answered in a trembling voice: "I sent them to the empire and stole seeds of other sequences. Then I sold them to Yin and Yang City and exchanged them for the causal computing power cultivated by Zheng Chu from his farm."

Hearing this, Zhang Siyuan looked up in shock, and then he could see clearly that the Buddhist slaves huddled together in the wind and snow in the distance were all bloated with big bellies, and they were all pregnant women!
"brute."

Heartbroken, Dunzhu rushed over and forcibly broke the iron chain that tied them together.

But the subsequent reactions of these Buddhist slaves made Dunzhu stand there at a loss.

They held the iron hoop around their necks tightly with both hands, unwilling to let Dunzhu free them from the last layer of restraint.

This shackle is not only on their bodies, but also on their hearts.

(End of this chapter)