Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 667 Dragon and Tiger Eat People
In a temporary medical house at the former site of Chengdu government office.

Pei Xingjian rushed in and saw Zhang Siyuan sitting on the hospital bed.

At this time, Zhang Siyuan was wrapped up like a dumpling. The skin that was almost carbonized by the lightning fire had been cleaned up, and the new flesh and blood was a soft light pink. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, and a bloodstain stretched from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, almost splitting the whole person diagonally.

"Why is the recovery so slow?"

Pei Xingjian looked him up and down, his face somewhat gloomy and ugly: "Are those Nongxu medical officers just here to eat and do nothing? We have wasted so many resources training them, but now they can't even cure such a small injury?"

"Don't blame them. Dao San's divine consciousness is not something that a low-level farmer can deal with. It's good enough that they can deal with the external injuries."

Zhang Siyuan was optimistic. He raised his hand and patted his head, grinning and said, "That old bull nose Fu Li is really good. He almost smashed my brain into pieces."

"Don't act like a good kid after getting the advantage. He is in a much more miserable situation than you. You shot his foundation to pieces. Although he is not dead, he probably has no hope of further advancement in this life. If things go wrong, his rank may even drop."

The two looked at each other and laughed out loud at the same time.

"Don't be so impulsive next time. If anything happens to you, how am I going to explain to this old man?"

Pei Xingjian's smile faded and he spoke to Zhang Siyuan in a deep voice.

Zhang Siyuan waved his hand indifferently: "We in Ruxu are not good at direct confrontations. If we just push people from other families to the front and I hide aside to watch the show, the old man's reputation will be even worse."

"What's a little scolding?"

Pei Xingjian snorted coldly: "If anyone disobeys, the Spring and Autumn Association will be their fate!"

"That's what I said, but the less people scold me, the better."

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "Besides, I am alive and well now, right? Don't worry about me."

Seeing that he was still smiling, Pei Xingjian said unhappily, "You are lucky. If those stars had been shot down a moment later, you wouldn't even have a bone left!"

"Now is different from the past. Now is not the time for you to be a hero alone. The lower ranks fight with numbers, and the higher ranks win with quality. At the critical moment, you will kill the leader of the bandits and make the final decision. This is where a 'shooting' scholar like you can really use his skills.

Pei Xingjian reprimanded him harshly: "Excessive kindness will not only kill you, but may also cause the entire Confucian order to fail. Do you understand?"

Zhang Siyuan sighed inwardly. Although he disagreed with what Pei Xingjian said, he could not find any words to refute it.

Indeed, the current situation is no longer a minor fight between families, but has gradually evolved into a confrontation between sequences.

The battle in Chengdu has just begun, and subsequent clashes will only be more brutal and larger in scale.

The "competing for power with numbers" mentioned by Pei Xingjian just now is not just a theory, but a reality that is happening secretly in all sequences.

With Zhang Siyuan's identity, he naturally knew some secrets. Nowadays, the various aristocratic families no longer restricted the birth of offspring, and all the ancestral slices that were enshrined were taken out of the ancestral hall and used to cultivate new Confucian talents.

The 'small court' that had been preserved in Nanjing City due to the 'dual capital system' that had been followed for a thousand years by the Ming Empire also began to operate in full swing under the chairmanship of Liu Jinxun. A large number of official positions that had been recognized by the people of the world and the Ming Dynasty law firms but had been deliberately left vacant for many years were being put into use one after another.

Coincidentally, the free opening of caves and the distribution of artificial foundations by Mount Longhu in Jiangxi Province are also intended to quickly increase the number of followers under its command.

The Eastern Palace was also taking action at the same time. It was stated in the recent Ruxu Dibao that the number of incidents of the Yellow Millet Ghost possessing bodies in various parts of the empire was increasing day by day, and the frequency and number were both terrifying.

Moreover, these Huangliang ghosts that successfully took over other people's bodies were not as hostile and destructive as before. Instead, they hid on the spot as if they were organized and premeditated, making them extremely difficult to detect.

Nowadays, the entire Huangliang Dreamland has become the basic population base under the East Emperor Palace.

As for the Zhu family, although it seemed to be inactive for the time being, as if it was hurt by the loss of the Spring and Autumn Society, Zhang Siyuan knew very well that the Honghu under the other party had never stopped eroding the base of each order.

The ability of Zonghengxu to maneuver is truly profitable in such a chaotic situation. The followers that other families have worked hard to cultivate may be deceived and defected by them at any time.

All kinds of technical methods that were once discarded and regarded as unorthodox are now all put on the table openly, with the purpose of competing for power by numbers.

In addition to the powerful sequences of Confucianism, Taoism, Yin-Yang, and Zongheng, sequences such as Bing, Wu, Mohism, and Legalism are also not idle and are all using their own methods to accumulate wealth.

In this situation, even if the No. 3 is high and mighty, as long as he is not a monster like Li Jun who cannot be judged by common sense, others may be besieged and killed if they are not careful.

Once the carefully cultivated quality is depleted by shoddy numbers, failure is inevitable.

"I see."

Zhang Siyuan responded honestly, as if he didn't want the atmosphere to get any more tense, and asked, "By the way, Uncle Pei, where did the new Daoxu get these difficult stars? It's impossible that we go through so much trouble to knock down a few, and then someone else comes up with a bunch more, right?"

"How else can it be? It was Mo Xu and his group of idiots who built it for them."

Pei Xingjian pulled out a chair and sat down, sneering: "Not only the stars in the sky, but also the Eight Bodies of Dao, the Yellow Beam of Yin and Yang, the Mechanical Heart of Bing, the Buddha Kingdom of Fo, and the Injector of Wu. Which of these things was born without the shadow of Mo Xu?"

"Mo Xu has created many amazing techniques, but unfortunately he has gained almost nothing from them. All of them have been used to benefit others. If it weren't for the protection of the Minggui Rangers, these craftsmen would have been wiped out long ago."

"No wonder the East Courtyard rushed to jump on Lao Li's boat and tied themselves to that killing god. It seems that they also know that they are a coveted commodity."

Zhang Siyuan suddenly realized, but then his heart tightened: "But since the Tiangui stars were created by Mo Xu, doesn't that prove that there is still a possibility of creating more?"

"Don't worry, if it can still be built, the first thing that old man Zhang Xiji would do after his resurrection is to go to the branches of Mo Xu. How could he let them stay here safely until now?"

Pei Xingjian narrated the story: "It was the Moxu group that helped the new Daoxu create the technique of the Sky Track Stars, which later became the Central Branch. In the initial plan, there were three celestial palaces and twenty-eight constellations, totaling 1,764 Sky Track Stars, forming a large Zhoutian star array that could cover the entire empire."

"so much?!"

Zhang Siyuan cried out in shock and felt his scalp tingling.

"No matter how much there is, Mo Xu is not really that stupid. He did not hand it over to the new school Dao Xu without reservation. Instead, he made some moves in secret."

Pei Xingjian said: "Later, the 'World Divided into Martial Arts' broke out. The old Daoist sect relied on the Sky Track Stars lent to them by the new sect to compete with the Martial Sect, and even had a slight advantage. Some people in the Mohist sect who were loyal to the Martial Sect used the tricks they had used before to blow up nearly 50% of these Sky Track Stars."

"Why is this Mo Xu so fickle, betraying his own people and sitting on the fence?"

It was the first time that Zhang Siyuan heard about these old stories, and he was stunned by Mo Xu's actions.

"Otherwise, how could the family fall apart as soon as the head of the family died? These craftsmen are good for nothing except ironwork."

Pei Xingjian commented with disdain and continued, "After the Wuxu collapsed, Zhang Xiji wanted to get rid of the old donkey and provoked a dispute between the new and the old in the Daoxu. In that battle, the Taoist bandits in Wudang Mountain, who were as ferocious as the martial artists, exchanged more than half of them with their lives. After so many years of consumption, there are only a few left." "After the Moxu split, the old man began to lay out the central courtyard, with the purpose of finding out whether these Tiangui stars can be repaired, in order to prevent them from resurrecting."

Zhang Siyuan asked, "For a technique like this, there can't be no backup on Longhu Mountain, right?"

"The technical method is still there, but Mo Xu San in this field is gone, and there won't be any more in the future."

Pei Xingjian's voice was calm, without any ripples, but he heard Zhang Siyuan raise his eyebrows, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

Mo Xu's research fields are all-encompassing, and each field is intricately interconnected.

In order to completely cut off the possibility of creating celestial orbit stars, Zhang Siyuan didn't know how many people would have to die, not to mention killing them to the point where no one in Mo Xu dared to set foot.

Below the sequence, we are all ants.

But above the sequence, in the eyes of a person like his father, he is just a slightly larger ant.

"Well, since you have been chatting with me for so long, it seems that your injury is really not serious. Now I can leave with peace of mind."

Zhang Siyuan, who was lost in thought, suddenly came back to his senses upon hearing this and asked hurriedly, "Uncle Pei, are you going to leave Chengdu Prefecture and not care about those Qingcheng Mountain believers?"

"Those who need to run have run, and the rest have been dealt with. There's no need to waste time staying here."

Pei Xingjian stood up, looked down at Zhang Siyuan and said with a smile: "The Prime Minister ordered me to go to Jiangxi Province immediately to help Li Jun hold the line and see if there is any bargain I can pick up along the way."

"How could I be absent from such an event?"

Zhang Siyuan turned over and jumped up, "I have to ask my brother Jun to help me kill Fu Li and vent my anger."

Pei Xingjian had obviously expected this scene. He ignored Zhang Siyuan who was beaming with joy behind him and strode out the door.

Fuliang is an inconspicuous small town in the north of Raozhou Prefecture in Ganzhou.

This place was once abandoned by Longhu Mountain because it was too close to Nanjing. The Taoist sect in the area declined and the incense was sparse.

But after the New Year this year, with the resurgence of Longhu Mountain, a large number of believers continued to pour into Jiangxi, and coupled with the voluntary concession of Jinling Confucianism, this place has regained vitality.

It was May when the plum rains continued. Tang Daocheng, surrounded by several young disciples, walked into a small monastery in the north of the city.

In the past, Tang Daocheng, a Taoist priest under the Fuliang Taoist Palace, would have simply disdained such a small temple with little benefits.

If he hadn't heard that there might be spies from other forces hiding here, he wouldn't even set foot in this slum in the north of the city where poor people gathered.

This temple named "Chaodao" has a feeling of being small but fully equipped.

As soon as one enters the door, one is greeted by a pair of couplets with black background and gold characters. The top couplet reads "Holding the fragrance and dreaming about the fairyland", and the bottom couplet reads "Lying on the fragrant couch with spring breeze blowing".

"It's quite interesting. It's different from those ostentatious temples that are hung with projections of various gods and Buddhas."

Tang Daocheng didn't seem to be in a hurry to go in and catch anyone, but slowly looked around the environment inside the temple.

At this moment, a ragged figure suddenly jumped out from the shadow in the corner. As soon as he approached, he was easily subdued by Tang Daocheng's disciples.

"You can't enter. You can't enter Huangliang Cave Heaven!"

The man, who looked like a beggar, had his arms tied, but he held his head up stubbornly.

A terrifying face with only skin and bones was facing Tang Daocheng. It looked haggard, and the Taoist bun on its head was like a bunch of yellowed weeds. It kept repeating the same words.

"Tell me why we can't enter the cave?"

Tang Daocheng's eyes narrowed into slits and his face was full of smiles.

But the disciples around him who were familiar with him knew that their master had already developed murderous intentions.

This is normal. If you dare to say such things within the territory of Longhu Dao, it is no different from seeking death.

"Huangliang Cave is a beast's mouth that devours bones, a devil's den that eats people. Whoever enters will die!"

The beggar looked like a lost soul, totally unaware of the cold looks from the people around him. He staggered to the couplet and stretched out his arms like dry branches to hit the wall.

"Look what's written here, look!"

The man stared at Tang Daocheng with a pair of cloudy eyes and smiled faintly:

"Don't you understand? Then I will teach you how to read it. This is called ascending to heaven on a crane. The green mountains under his wings are full of the bones of believers. He becomes a Taoist ancestor right on the spot. The houses in his house are full of the corpses of Taoists. He wants to eat us to become an immortal. He wants to eat us to become an immortal."

The man let out a long groan, and then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slid down to the ground, leaning against the wall.

"Before I even entered the door, I actually met a Honghu spy who didn't know how to live or die. It seems that I am lucky today."

Tang Daocheng was secretly delighted. He raised his hand to signal his disciples to disperse, walked up to the man, and slowly squatted down.

"Tell me, who taught you to pronounce it like that?"

The man's eyes were hollow as he murmured, "It was the man in my dream. He told me that there are many dragons and crouching tigers in the land of Gan, and that the monsters living in the mountains are all eaters who leave no bones behind."

"Yellow beam ghost?"

Tang Daocheng frowned slightly. If this man was just mentally affected by the Huangliang Ghost, then this credit would be worthless.

After all, those things are elusive in Huangliang, and I don’t have the ability to enter the dream to catch them.

"Do you know who the biggest monster in the mountain is?"

Just as Tang Daocheng was thinking about it, the man burst out with a burst of strength as if he had a last burst of energy. He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed his shoulders tightly with both hands, and almost slammed his face into Tang Daocheng's eyes.

"His last name is Zhang, and he's an evil demon who wants to eat even his own son. When he gets tired of eating ordinary believers like us, he'll start eating you. If you don't run away, everyone here will die, and no one will survive. Hehe, hehehe."

(End of this chapter)