Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 606: Fighting in a Dream
"You are the most sinister and treacherous person in the world, but you are trying to be loyal to others. Zhao Mengze, what do you want?"

With a smile on his face, Wu Cichun spoke softly.

"It seems that you have a misunderstanding about the Yin-Yang Order. Among all the people in the world, there are Zongheng and you. The Yin-Yang Order cannot be called the 'best', right?"

At this moment, Zhao Mengze, who appeared in his true form in the dream, had an exceptionally standard image.

He was wearing a long black gown and a pair of round sunglasses on his nose. If he had added a signboard saying "nothing is missed", he would have looked exactly like the fortune tellers who swindled people in the Ming Empire.

"Zhao Mengze, you are a figure among the Five Pillars of Tianque. Even Tian Chou admitted that he didn't fully understand your background, so we should be careful."

Wu Cichunshen smiled and asked, "Did you really not expect the situation to turn out like this?"

"If I calculated correctly, the grass on Tian Chou and Zhou Yuan's graves should be three feet high now."

Zhao Mengze sighed helplessly: "The dirty hearts of you people are more unpredictable than God's will."

"Then it seems that this is all you are capable of."

This time it was Wu Chidongshen, who was dressed in white, who spoke with a disdainful expression.

Xia Shen in red shouted angrily, "Zhao Mengze, are you from the East Palace?"

"So you are afraid of this?"

Zhao Mengze pretended to be in a daze and said in a mocking tone, "Since you are so worried about being cheated by the people in the East Palace, you still want to collude with them and do things that are against the will of the tiger. Should I praise you for your courage, or laugh at you for being too stupid?"

"You are not qualified to judge us."

Wuci Xiashen sneered and said, "Since you have nothing to do with the East Palace, then go and die!"

The water surface, reflecting the human figure like a mirror, suddenly began to ripple, as if an undercurrent was gradually surging.

"Xia, don't worry."

Among the four bodies in the witch temple, it seems that the autumn body wearing yellow clothes has a more respected status.

She stopped the irritable Xia Shen and looked calmly at Zhao Mengze who was standing alone ten feet away.

"Master Zhao Meng, our Sheji's only goal in entering Xin'an this time is Tianque and Li Jun. We are not very interested in the Yin-Yang Order, and we do not want to create unnecessary trouble and make more powerful enemies."

Qiu Shen said slowly: "No matter whether you have any relationship with the East Palace, as long as you promise to leave Xin'an now and stop caring about Tianque's affairs, I can make the decision to let Tian Chou release Jichang and let you leave."

"The third name of Nongxu was Shejun, who was in charge of the flesh and blood field. The name of the organization was directly called Sheji."

Zhao Mengze answered irrelevantly, and sighed: "How dare you use these two words like this? Do you really think that the Ming Dynasty royal family is extinct? I advise you to change your name, otherwise you will be in trouble in the future and you won't even be able to cry."

"The Zhu family is now nothing more than a puppet in Zhang Fengyue's hands. What's the difference between them and the extinct? Besides, feng shui changes over time. Today, the Ming Empire still has the surname Zhu, but tomorrow it may have a different surname."

Xia Shen said with contempt, "Who is suffering from whose misfortune? Who is crying at whose grave?"

"Ignorance is fearless. If the Zhu family is as simple as you think, when Zhang Fengyue ascended to the position of Prime Minister and was promoted to the Second Rank, the Ming Empire should have changed its owner long ago."

Zhao Mengze did not seem to regard the current situation as a life-and-death crisis. Instead, he acted like a charlatan with a mysterious expression.

"There are many intricacies here. Let me explain them to you."

"If we were in the same place"

Chun Shen smiled and interrupted Zhao Mengze, "I would be very interested in listening to Master Zhao Meng's stories about the imperial family, and we might even become friends. But right now I have some urgent matters to deal with, and I really can't spare the extra time to chat with you here."

"These are priceless secrets. Others have no way to hear them. I'm being generous today, but you're not interested at all. What a pity."

Zhao Mengze sighed and was silent for a moment, then glanced around the witch temple.

"Everyone knows what you are anxious about. But I still want to advise you that although Xin'an is now Tian Chou's hometown, Li Jun is a man of great military luck. Tian Chou has little hope of defeating him."

"Wu Ci, instead of inviting trouble now, why don't we all wait here for Li Jun to kill Tian Chou? You will get a lot of benefits by then, and I won't have to fight you. Isn't this better?"

Upon hearing this, Chun Shen smiled without saying anything and took a step back, as if he was too disdainful to waste any more time talking to Zhao Mengze.

"The millstone is ready. In the face of the endless torrent of blood and flesh, the lone warrior favored by the military is no match for the chariot."

Dong Shen sneered, "On the contrary, you, Zhao Mengze, the dream master of Yin Yang Sequence Three, actually learned to sow discord in order to delay time and survive a little longer. It's really ridiculous."

"I don't want to waste time talking to you. The point is that the brat is just too slow."

Zhao Mengze spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Old man, it's wrong for you to curse. Do you know how difficult it is to squeeze into the dreamland opened by the two of you?"

Suddenly, a cursing voice sounded in this world.

Zou Sijiu wiped his temples with his hands, walked out from behind Zhao Mengze and stood side by side with him.

"Wow, there are quite a lot of people here."

Zhao Mengze glanced at Zou Sijiu and said unhappily, "Why, are you afraid of so many people?"

Zou Sijiu said as a matter of course: "Of course I am afraid. Others are playing the new Huangliang game. How can we, the backward ones, be their opponents?"

"The new has its strengths, the old has its advantages. She pulls me, and I can pull her too. Is there any need to belittle myself?"

Zhao Mengze blew his beard and glared: "Fourth level dream, I'll preside over it, you take action, should it be okay?"

"One against four is no problem. Old Zhao, do you really think that I, Master Zou, am invincible?"

Zou Sijiu rolled his eyes, sighed, and rolled up his sleeves.

"But there's nothing I can do if I can't win. This woman is obviously not a good person. I can't just watch you get beaten up by a group of people at your age. That would be too much of a sin."

The four people in Wuci looked at the two people who were acting as if no one was around with disdain at the same time.

"Zhao Mengze, is this the helper you've been waiting for? A Yin-Yang Sequence Four Zhuang Zhou Butterfly?"

Dong, who was the most cold and arrogant person, looked Zou Sijiu up and down.

"You want to divide the four of us into different dreams. How many dreams can you snatch as the host? How long can you sustain such a heavy load? Even if he lives as long as you, how many people can he defeat?"

"I don't understand why you guys always like to look down on me."

Zou Sijiu shook his head and muttered to himself, unbuttoning his collar.

"Does killing someone in a dream not count as killing someone? So you all think that Master Zou has been doing this for nothing?"

The surface of the lake was wrinkled and the clear water became turbid.

Under Zhao Mengze's feet, a dark deep sea slowly unfolded, with countless sea beasts roaming and floating in it.

On the four sides of the witch temple, the four colors of green, red, yellow and white are mixed together, which is magnificent and dazzling.

"Xiao Sijiu, whether we can survive this disaster depends on you."

Zhao Mengze took off the round-frame sunglasses on his nose and threw them to Zou Sijiu.

The latter raised his hand, grabbed it, held it in front of his eyes, and grinned.

"Don't worry, when it comes to turning danger into safety, no one can match me!"

"Then, let's get started."

The wind and waves rose, and the beasts roared.

The figures standing on the sea surface sank into the seabed at the same time, straight into the deepest place of Huangliang.

The dream begins.

Fandi, Bakang. The ruins of a temple, the half-collapsed hall left the shaved head of the Buddha statue without the tiles covering it.

The wind and snow bully the weak and fear the strong, and take advantage of others' misfortunes, and just rush into the gap in Jin's body.

The broken murals were scattered all over the ground.

The extinguished incense sticks were stuck crookedly in the blood, which did not look like worshiping gods but more like visiting graves.

Amid the mess on the ground, the Taoist priest sat on the Sumeru platform with his sword in hand, with his feet on the head of a lama who could not close his eyes.

"Sister Yuan, your friends all have bad tempers. You have to use this method to get them to talk."

"We haven't been in touch for a long time. I didn't expect that they still hold such a grudge."

The woman lifted the hem of her skirt and carefully stepped over the broken limbs on the ground. Behind her were monks in red robes kneeling, each holding a wisdom root that they had picked with their own hands.

The severed head rolled down from a great height.

Chen Qisheng frowned and said, "The current situation is a bit complicated. The people of Sheji actually want to raise a god in the foreign land? Isn't this idea a bit too fanciful?"

Concubine Yuan Ming shook her head and said, "Not entirely. These Sheji Nongxu are too evil. They may have some incredible means. Otherwise, Dazhao, Baima and Sangyan would not have indulged them for so many years."

"That's true. If they can come up with a 'New Huangliang', it's not impossible for them to come up with a 'God of the World'."

Chen Qisheng raised his hand and rubbed his aching brow. It was not because the Buddhist kingdom that had just been shattered was still lingering in his mind, but because the news he had heard was too horrifying.

"Sister Yuan, is it true that your Buddhist order has been tricked by the new Taoist order?"

Chen Qisheng asked in confusion, "So they were willing to give the land to the state as a testing ground in order to save themselves?"

"I'm not very clear about this either."

Yuan Mingfei said in a deep voice: "However, the two Buddhist Order Fours we killed during this period, who belonged to Dazhao and Baima respectively, have surprisingly consistent statements. If there is really no problem with the Buddhist Order, the three sacred mountains in Fandi should not have been deceived at the same time."

"The New Daoist Order has such a dirty heart that they dug such a big hole that the entire Buddhist Order fell into it."

Chen Qisheng sneered and said, "If they really succeed, I'm afraid this world will become the world of their new sect."

"In fact, the one who dug the hole may not necessarily be the new school of Taoism."

Yuan Mingfei murmured: "Otherwise, why haven't we seen them take any action in all these years?"

Chen Qisheng also had such doubts, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the time has not come yet?"

"Why are we waiting for such an opportunity? The Buddhist order has already found a way to save itself. If we wait any longer, the prey will jump out of the pit and come back to seek revenge on them."

"Could it be that the new sect Daoxu has a change of heart?"

As soon as Chen Qisheng finished speaking, he laughed at himself.

Ever since Huangliang was built, the new Taoist order has been left with only a golden elixir and a brain, so there is no conscience left.

"If they didn't do it, who else could it be?"

Chen Qisheng laughed and said, "It can't be that Sheji is directing and acting in this drama on his own, right? Do they have the ability to do so?"

“That’s a possibility.”

Yuan Mingfei was silent for a long time, and finally gave up the pointless thinking.

Although two of the Four Buddhas were killed, the inside information they learned was still too little to understand the truth of the whole matter.

If you want to know more, you can only ask the higher-ranking Bandi Buddha.

But these kinds of people basically build temples and practice at the foot of the sacred mountain, and Dazhao and Hakuba should have been alert by now, so it is too risky to target them.

"We can't stay here for long. People from the Jokhang Temple should be here soon. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Mingfei and Chen Qisheng suddenly had an idea and turned their heads to look at the howling wind and snow in the distance.

A strange woman approaches.

She had a waterfall of black hair, and she had never shaved off her 33,000 strands of hair.

He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe that was almost impossible to see in foreign lands. He was barehanded and barefoot. His pair of jade feet were free of dust and left no footprints on the snow.

The ruined temple was littered with corpses, but as she walked among them, she looked like a Bodhisattva saving the world and a deity guiding souls.

For no reason, Yuan Mingfei and Chen Qisheng instantly knew each other's identities.

One of the three great Buddhas in the entire Fandi.

The Lord of Sangyan Buddha, Lingpa.

Chen Qisheng suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He covered his entire body with silver armor and stood up with a sword in hand.

The divine thoughts and true energy in his mind vibrated together, and one after another faint blue figures emerged. Their faces were blurry, but the two words "Zhenwu" embroidered on their robes were vivid.

Concubine Yuan Ming's brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty. The Buddhist Kingdom was ready to take action, but did not dare to take the initiative rashly.

"Please be patient, my clone can't hurt you."

Lingapo paused and raised his slender white wrist in front of him.

"I came here this time to resolve the old grudge and make a good relationship."

The warm voice came with the wind, making people unconsciously let down their guard.

Even the air around him seemed to have lost its previous biting chill, and was like a spring breeze.

There was no sign of the Buddha's kingdom being deployed, nor could any murderous intent be sensed from the other party.

But even so, Chen Qisheng still had no intention of loosening his grip on the sword. His mind was tense and he could suddenly attack and kill someone at any time.

"I didn't expect to see the legendary Buddha Sangyan here. We really have a deep connection with Buddha today."

Concubine Yuan Ming had a gloomy expression, and her phoenix eyes were sharp.

"I understand what the old grudge is. But what virtue and ability did I have to ask the Buddha Sangyan to come down from the mountain to resolve it?"

Yuan Mingfei stood still, not only were her words rude, but her hands showed no sign of greeting either.

In the strict hierarchy of Buddhism, this is a huge offense to the higher-level Buddhists.

However, Lingava's expression remained calm and he was not angry about it.

"All the suffering you have endured in Sangyan Temple will be fully repaid by Sangyan Temple."

Lingapo said calmly: "I just hope you won't let hatred cloud your mind."

"Why?" Yuan Mingfei sneered.

"I can take whatever I want."

"why?"

“Because I still have great ambitions to fulfill.”

Lingpa slowly raised his other hand and clasped it in front of him.

"I still want to live."

The wind and snow were silent at this moment, and no one dared to act rashly in front of the Buddha.

(End of this chapter)