Elegy of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 525 You are the True Dragon Emperor (End of this Volume)
Zhang Zhongzhi was very proud.

In today's world, everything you say is empty, only military power is real.

After annexing An Shouzhong's troops, he now directly or indirectly commands no less than 50,000 people.

These 50,000 people are specifically designed to encircle and suppress Fang Chongyong and the Silver Spear Xiaojie Army. Isn't it an easy task to capture them?

Don't be too simple.

It's impossible to lose. Ten people beating one is enough.

Zhang Zhongzhi felt that he was about to become rich.

It was getting dark, and just as he was sitting alone on the main seat in the hall of the government office, thinking about random things, a personal soldier came in hurriedly and handed him an arrow with a piece of letter tied to it.

Zhang Zhongzhi casually opened it and saw these sixteen words written on it: "Tonight at noon, traveling with a small group. See you at Chongxing Temple on the south bank of the canal."

There is no signature and the matter is not explained clearly.

"Is there a place called Chongxing Temple in Qinghe County?"

Zhang Zhongzhi frowned, pretending to be indifferent, and asked the soldiers around him.

"Reporting to Commander Zhang, yes, there are. It is very close to Qinghe County. Just across the wooden bridge, it is not far from the south bank of Yongji Canal."

The guard answered directly.

This temple is very famous in Qinghe County. It was built during the Sui Dynasty and is also known as Longxing Temple.

Zhang Zhongzhi nodded slightly.

In fact, he could have completely ignored it, but he felt that something seemed to be happening in the dark, so he had to go and take a look.

It was getting late now, so Zhang Zhongzhi decided to take a short nap and then take a few of his personal soldiers to the appointment tonight.

Of course, it is necessary to investigate the surrounding military situation in advance and send people to guard both sides of the canal. It is no big deal.

At night, Zhang Zhongzhi, accompanied by two personal soldiers, arrived at the small and somewhat dilapidated Chongxing Temple on the south bank with a small entourage.

After introducing himself, the abbot of Chongxing Temple led them into a meditation room and then quietly left.

However, when he saw the appearance of the person in the room clearly, Zhang Zhongzhi's eyes widened immediately and his hands and feet turned cold with fear.

Fang Chongyong! No, now he's called Fang Qing!
He was actually sitting on the cushion in the Zen room, looking at himself with a smile.

The burly bald man next to Fang Chongyong should be He Changqi, a fierce general in the Silver Spear Filial Piety Army, nicknamed "He Tiger".

Both of them were wearing coarse cloth, dressed like ordinary people.

"Do not panic, Commander Zhang. I am here today for personal matters only. I have no ill intentions. Please take a seat."

Fang Chongyong gestured for invitation, and Zhang Zhongzhi had no choice but to sit down.

He had no personal grudge against Fang Chongyong, nor had they ever had any grudge against each other before, so there was no need to be so nervous.

Seeing that Zhang Zhongzhi did not move, He Changqi stood up and left the room. Zhang Zhongzhi had no choice but to let his guards leave as well. Only he and Fang Chongyong were left in the room.

"Marshal Fang, how are you? Now that you and I serve different masters, it is inappropriate for us to meet here."

Zhang Zhongzhi sighed and said that he had also been to Chang'an in those days and had met Fang Chongyong by chance!

Hearing this, Fang Zhongyong looked at him curiously. After sizing him up, he suddenly knelt on the ground and exclaimed in a low voice: "Your humble servant greets the Saint!"

What?
Zhang Zhongzhi was stunned when he heard this!

Fang Zhongyong stood up and bowed to Zhang Zhongzhi with a respectful look, saying, "Your humble servant pays respects to the Saint. Commander Zhang, you will be the Saint and the ruler of the world in the future!"

Now Zhang Zhongzhi was completely uneasy, but he was not frightened, but in another way.

"This, this, this...how do you say this?"

Zhang Zhongzhi has completely forgotten the positions of both parties. He is only concerned about: why Fang Chongyong would call him a saint "for no reason"!
"Sage, don't you find it strange that I dared to cross the Yellow River with 3,000 soldiers and horses, and Huangfu Weiming couldn't do anything to me?"

Fang Chongyong said this with confidence. Zhang Zhongzhi nodded slightly, looking thoughtful. In fact, he also felt very strange about this.

It is unreasonable to use a smaller force to defeat a larger one and still take the initiative everywhere.

Besides, Fang Zhongyong is a little too bold.

"Your Majesty, don't you find it strange that my original name was Fang Chongyong, and it was fine, but I changed my name to Fang Qing?"

Fang Chongyong struck again.

Now Zhang Zhongzhi's expression also became serious. He realized that... there was something else in the other party's words, which seemed to be quite profound.

Fang Zhongyong pointed to his temple and said:

“Since I escaped death in Hedong Queshu Valley last time, I have been dreaming every day, and an immortal has told me that a saint will emerge from Qinghe, and Baochen will become the emperor. He asked me to change my name to Fang Qing to serve the new saint.

So I sent someone to find out if there was anyone named Baochen in the army, but there was no news. As for what Qinghe meant, I was also puzzled.

However, the immortals can predict the future and have repeatedly given me instructions in dreams. Therefore, although I have few soldiers, I can repeatedly turn danger into fortune.

Although Huangfu Weiming has many soldiers and horses, how can he defeat the heavens?"

Zhang Zhongzhi was fascinated by what Fang Chongyong said. His words were plausible, reasonable and clear.

But he found that these had nothing to do with him, so he subconsciously asked: "What happened next?"

"Until last night, the immortal pointed out again that Zhang Zhongzhi was Li Baochen, and Qinghe was Qinghe County in Beizhou.

It suddenly dawned on me that this was the case! Governor Zhang changed his name to Li Baochen, which was in accordance with the will of heaven and he was going to become the Son of Heaven.

No wonder I couldn’t find Baochen before. It turned out that it was because he was not in my reach and my ability to sense him was limited.

The saint came to Qinghe County today, and the immortal appeared in his dream yesterday.

Therefore, as long as the saint changes his name from Zhang Zhongzhi to Li Baochen, then you can see the prophecy of "A saint will appear in Beizhou, and Baochen will be the emperor" on the blank stone slab of Chongxing Temple in Qinghe County! "

Fang Zhongyong said this with certainty.

"really?"

Zhang Zhongzhi stood up suddenly, his face full of shock!
Fang Zhongyong pretended to be helpless and replied: "There is indeed a blank stone tablet in the temple, but there is no writing on it now."

Such a magical thing is simply unheard of, but it makes people feel convincing!
Zhang Zhongzhi thought that if Fang Chongyong wanted to deceive him, he could just say "Zhongzhi is the emperor". Why bother making up the name Li Baochen?
He was not vague either. He took out the military badge from his waist, slapped it on the table and asked, "What is treasure, what is a minister?"

"A treasure of treasures, a minister of virtuous ministers."

Fang Chongyong said.

Zhang Zhongzhi crossed out his name and then engraved the three words "Li Baochen" on the back of the military badge.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Zhang Zhongzhi with a smile on his face. Oh, he should be called Li Baochen now. This Hebei rebel general is really... How should I put it, he is really impatient.

Fang Chongyong kind of believed why this guy was fooled by Tian Chengsi in history.

He is really a very "open-minded" person.

"Marshal Fang Jie, where is the blank stone tablet?"

Li Baochen was like an ant on hot pot, looking at Fang Chongyong with a raging fire in his eyes that could not be hidden!
He will be the emperor in the future!

The prince and general Xiang Ning have the guts!

It turns out that he can also be the emperor. This is God's will!
Li Baochen was so anxious that he felt like a cat was scratching him!
Fang Zhongyong didn't waste any time and led him directly to a blank stone tablet in the backyard of the temple. Sure enough, there was not a single word on it.

"Where are the words? Why are there no words?"

Li Baochen asked back anxiously.

"Saint, according to the instructions of the immortal in the dream, there is still one step left."

Fang Zhongyong whispered a few words to He Changqi, and soon the latter brought a wooden bowl filled with water. Fang Zhongyong took a sip, sprayed it on the stone slab, and then threw the wooden bowl to the ground.

Something magical happened!

The originally blank stone tablet now had ten large characters written on it in full view of everyone: A saint emerges from Qinghe, and a precious minister becomes the emperor.

The handwriting is as red as blood!
"A saint emerges from Qinghe, and a minister becomes an emperor. It is indeed true, it is true..."

Li Baochen muttered to himself, as if he was stupid.

His mind went blank, and he couldn't believe it at all. But the facts were before his eyes, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Fang Zhongyong winked at He Changqi, who quietly withdrew, and Fang Zhongyong pulled Li Baochen into the meditation room. "Saint, I know some things about the future, and I will tell you now. Please remember them."

Fang Zhongyong suddenly spoke to Li Baochen with a serious face.

The latter was now convinced of his words. Li Baochen sat up straight and pretended to be elegant, saying in a somewhat inappropriate way: "Marshal Fang Jie... Lord Fang, please speak."

"A saint does not need to be humble, nor should he think that he has no capital now and it is impossible for him to become the emperor.

You have to know that things are unpredictable. The world is in chaos now and anything is possible.

In two or three years, things and people will be completely different, and the changes will be so great that it is unbelievable. It is not uncommon for a soldier in the past to become a general a few years later.

Huangfu Weiming will surely die at the hands of Shi Siming in the future. The army in Hebei will not be able to control the world.

Within a few years, the world still belongs to the imperial court.

In the future, Hebei will be divided into three parts.

The immortal said that this is called the Three Towns of Heshuo, and this is what he told me.

The saint is one of the three towns of Heshuo. Your journey to conquer the world begins here."

Fang Chongyong patiently and kindly persuaded the way.

Li Baochen took a deep breath and nodded slightly with a serious expression.

He had a clear idea in his mind. This set of arguments was well-founded and did not sound like nonsense.

Such detailed descriptions cannot be made up. If something is made up, there won’t be so many convincing details.

"Furthermore, in a few years the world will be in chaos, so chaotic that people today won't be able to recognize it. No matter north or south, there will be vassal states everywhere, ruling one side.

However, I believe that with my ability to receive messages from gods in dreams, I can definitely help the sage conquer the world.

So please be patient for a while, sage, and be polite to Huangfu Weiming.

The destiny is in your hands, not in his. A saint should grasp the right measure and not be harmed by it.

Once Huangfu Weiming dies at the hands of Shi Siming, it will be time for the sage to realize his ambitions. Before that, we must not act too hastily.

In the future, I will write a letter to the sage and tell him what the immortal said in the dream so that he can take precautions.

The Silver Spear Filial Piety Army under my command will become the Iron Army under the command of the Saint in the future."

Fang Chongyong thanked him sincerely.

"Good! Good! If I conquer the world, you will be my chief contributor!

Great, great!
Destiny, this is destiny!"

Li Baochen stood up excitedly and rubbed his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in fantasy, thinking that he would become the emperor in the future. He was daydreaming and didn't want to wake up again.

Li Baochen was filled with emotion.

Life is unpredictable, who would dare to believe that he or she is the chosen one?
He was originally from the Xi tribe, and was adopted by Zhang Suogao, a general from Fanyang, and his surname was changed.

After Zhang Suogao died, he defected to An Lushan.

Before they could develop any feelings for each other, An Lushan died, so he had to quickly change allegiance and join Huangfu Weiming.

Perhaps only I can understand the helplessness and pain.

Li Baochen couldn't help but sigh. He thought that the hard work in the first half of his life should be regarded as a kind of tempering.

He pretended to help Fang Chongyong up, patted his shoulder affectionately, and his face was full of smiles.

"Saint, this matter is only known to you and me, and must not be spread to others! If others knew that you are the true prince, a hidden dragon in the abyss, I am afraid they would do whatever it takes to deal with you!"

Fang Chongyong said with a solemn expression.

Li Baochen nodded slightly and promised solemnly: "I will be careful with my words and actions. With me here this time, I guarantee that you can lead the troops to break through."

"It is not a pity for me to die, but I am afraid that I will delay the great cause of the Saint. The Silver Spear and Xiao Jie can be worth ten of you, and they will be the Saint's future helpers. Please do not do things that will make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy."

Fang Chongyong grabbed Li Baochen's sleeve and cried.

"Don't worry, my dear. Don't worry."

Li Baochen comforted him, his expression softening a little.

……

On the Yongji Canal, a small boat is heading north.

It was pitch black all around, with only the sound of running water.

Under the illumination of the fishing lights on the boat, Fang Chongyong sat calmly, while He Changqi was rowing behind him.

"General, Zhang Zhongzhi only has 20,000 soldiers and horses, but he still believes that he can become the emperor in the future. How can there be such a fool in the world!

It’s unbelievable!”

While rowing, He Changqi couldn't help but complain about Zhang Zhongzhi.

"Wrong, his name is Li Baochen now."

Fang Chongyong corrected the mistakes in He Changqi's words.

"Does it make any difference?"

He Changqi was stunned and did not follow Fang Chongyong's train of thought.

He never understands why some people change their names when they are living a good life!

Can changing your name change your destiny?
"If he continues to call Zhang Zhongzhi, then the divisional plan set by the coach this time will fail.

But if he changed his name to Li Baochen, it would mean that he listened to everything I said tonight.

And he already believed it.

In this way, when Li Baochen was marching and fighting, he would rather believe it than not believe it.

They won't go all out to encircle and suppress us. This is enough.

Besides, even if nothing is accomplished, we won’t suffer any loss. We are just sitting around doing nothing anyway.”

Fang Chongyong said with a smile.

"General Ji, is it enough to just play tricks like this?"

He Changqi asked in disbelief.

If it really works, Fang Chongyong's words just now are worth more than tens of thousands of soldiers!

“Many times, when people find out they have been deceived, they are unwilling to wake up from their beautiful illusions and will continue to believe that the lies are true.

Because if they wake up from the dream, they will lose the meaning of living. "

Fang Chongyong muttered to himself, as if he was talking to He Changqi, but also as if he was talking to himself.

It seemed like he was mocking Li Baochen, but also seemed like he was mocking certain people.

He Lao Hu obviously didn't understand what he was saying, so he could only sigh, shook his head and said, "So many people are hopelessly stupid. Alas, I can't say anything. Anyway, I have never seen such a stupid person, except for that Li Baochen just now."

Are there not many people like this?

Fang Zhongyong couldn't help laughing, and as he laughed he felt like crying.

Wang Zhongsi, who lived in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and didn't want to wake up; Ji Ge, who lived in the self-centered life and didn't want to wake up; Fang Youde, who lived in the revival of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and didn't want to wake up.

Which one of them is not a smart person?
Smart people also need fantasy to numb themselves.

Only those who are awake live in pain, and often have to look away and not look at the ugliness of those "dreamers".

Seeing Fang Zhongyong remained silent, He Changqi continued to ask with some embarrassment: "General Jie, do you think that Li Baochen will really become the emperor in the future?"

"If changing your name to Li Baochen can make you the emperor, then your nickname He Lao Hu should also become Lao Hu!"

Fang Chongyong glanced at He Changqi and said unhappily. (End of this volume)
Next volume: I hold my sword in my hand and laugh at the sky, my loyalty and courage will remain in Kunlun Mountains whether I stay or not.

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