The first cause of all realms

Chapter 279 Turn me into a god! (Second more)
The sun is about to set, and the clouds in the sky are like fire.

A gentle breeze blew across the courtyard, which did not reduce the heat. Yang Jue stood silently, unable to calm down for a long time.

In troubled times, people are like grass, and what is more terrifying than natural disasters is war.

He especially remembered a record he had scanned in the case office of the six doors. It was at the beginning of the founding of the country, Zhang Yuanzhu, the great ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, patrolled the Jiangnan Road.

"The previous dynasty was also divided into nine kingdoms. Among them, Jiangnan Road is the most prosperous, with hundreds of millions of land and [-] million residents. Taizu once yearned for it..."

"After the Taizu visited the south of the Yangtze River, the prosperity has turned to ashes, and there are only 18 households left in the fertile soil..."

"The emperor wept, and all the followers fell to the ground and cried loudly."

……

The cruelty of war is far from being described by a few strokes in the history books, but the whole picture can be seen at a glance. The most prosperous Jiangnan is already like that.

The bitter cold is like Longyuan Road, and Qingzhou is the junction of various countries, where military strategists must fight, so what should we do?

How many households can be left?
What made him feel even more dignified was that the situation had obviously improved now. Under Xu Wenji's iron fist, the four great families disappeared and Qingzhou's officials were purged.

The bandits and strong beams in the territory were almost wiped out. Once the severe drought in Deyang Mansion is resolved, there will be a tendency to waste everything.

With another 20 years of rest and recuperation, Qingzhou will surely take on a new look and will no longer be in the chaos it was before.

Therefore, even if the chaos in the world is still inevitable, it shouldn't start from Qingzhou.

unless……

"Fate..."

After a long time, Yang Ju just flicked his sleeves to close the courtyard door, turned around and returned to the room.

call!
Suck!
He suppressed all the worries in his heart, sat cross-legged on the bed, took the elixir and golden beans, closed his eyes into meditation, and entered the cauldron of gluttony again.

The strangeness of fate cannot be comprehended by him at this time. Whether his guess is right or not, he can only take a step at this time.

While his mind was spinning, he focused on the superior saber technique 'Qinglong Nine Kills'.

The Zhang family, with a long inheritance, may not be as good as those thousand-year-old families, but in the current world, it is a well-deserved number one.

Combined with the Nine Kings of the Ming Dynasty, the ten branches of the Zhang family are almost the largest martial family in the world.

It has swallowed the world for 400 years, and has a profound heritage that ordinary people can't imagine. The martial arts passed down in his family is much more famous than the 36 unique skills of Lanke Temple.

Such a superior saber technique is enough to show his saber skill attainments to the fullest, instead of retaliating with a half-performed domineering fist like when he fought Wang Jingqi before.

hum~
The moment he held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, the scene in front of him peeled off again and flowed, and the white clouds and the sun, the rural villages, and the martial arts field made of yellow mud appeared again.

The skeleton is big and tall, but the old man is so thin that only a few skeletons are left, holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife, screaming at the sky.

The scene turned around again, and what I saw in front of me seemed to be a battlefield full of banners and flags, and the sky-shattering battlefield.

As the gunpowder smoke billowed, another handsome dragon horse with a body like red fire carried a general back and forth. Wherever he passed, the blue light was like a dragon, and the corpses and blood were like mountains and seas.

"Azure Dragon Nine Kills!"

……

……

In the mansion in the south of the city, dozens of soldiers and guards came and went in a hurry, bringing various materials to build the altar.

There is not one but seven altars, each of which must be three feet six feet five inches high, surrounded by two feet four feet, and located between the front hall and the backyard.

The location of the seven altars is also very particular, the distance between each altar is also three feet six feet five inches, existing in the shape of seven stars.

With enough manpower to mobilize, the altar was almost completed in [-] days.

Unexpectedly, the process went very smoothly, neither Yang Qianhu nor anyone else came to disturb him, but let him sit empty for more than ten days.

"The Taoism that requires seven altars is not easy for Mr. Nie..."

Sitting cross-legged on the rockery, Yuanjue talked to himself slightly, thinking in his heart.

Taoism, martial arts, and strange arts seem to be different, but in fact they have a deep connection and similarity.

Buddhist martial arts was first enlightened by the first ancestor of Zen who retreated under the bodhi tree for seven years, and then enlightened by Taoist true cultivation, and created Taoist martial arts.

Afterwards, there were countless outstanding talents who opened up thousands of martial arts prosperity based on the martial arts of Buddhism and Taoism.

Therefore, just now he has all kinds of martial arts, and he does not speak of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.

However, the different technique was born out of martial arts, but it is very different from ordinary martial arts. It took a strange path, but the fundamentals remained the same, it was still martial arts.

But Taoism is much more different than the two.

Taoism, all derived from supernatural powers, is an existence that is closer to supernatural powers than martial arts and strange arts, and even some powerful Taoism inheritances seem to be almost the same as the legendary supernatural powers.

Of course, this is also a legend.

As far as he knows, in the past 3000 years, the most tyrannical Taoism with solid records appeared at the end of Qin Dynasty.

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the real names of the two alchemists that the Emperor of Qin relied on most were unknown, and they were called "Hou and Lu Erzhen" in later generations.

Later, on the boundless ocean, these two people were also the first to record the people who discovered the Dao Fruit.

These two people used the 32 Taoist platforms as a guide to call out the Twelve Golden Men, which almost suppressed the warriors in the world, and even the martial saint Lu Chen of the year avoided their edge.

In the end, it was Lu Chen who teamed up with the three heroes of Han Chu and invited Shangshan Four to fight face-to-face. Ba Zun led eight thousand disciples, and with the best soldiers in the world, they defeated their Daotai, and only then did the two of them lose their chances.

In the past 3000 years, due to the emergence of supernatural beings from time to time, there have been more and more sects and individuals who are proficient in Taoism, and there are many types of Taoism, but there are almost no ones whose power exceeds two people.

As far as he knows, the strength of Taoism can be seen from the altar.

The more tyrannical Taoism, the more cumbersome the steps to perform, and the more altars are needed as the carrier and medium. The Taoism issued by the seven altars is no small matter.

"The master is very interested in Nie's Taoism?"

At some point, before Nie Wendong came to the rockery, he stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the outline of the altar of seven methods, and nodded slightly.

"Taoism is the closest method in the world to the legendary supernatural powers. The poor monk is naturally curious."

Yuanjue is very calm.

Although the inheritance of Dayan Yuanyuan is long, but there has not been a single supernatural power in the thousand years. Although Lanke Temple has one, it is not within his reach.

Even for him, Taoism is an extremely mysterious existence.

Even in his heart, he was curious about the power of this Taoism.

"No matter how good Taoism is, it is not as good as supernatural powers, or even martial arts and strange arts..."

Nie Wendong sighed slightly.

Taoism is of course excellent, but the conditions for its performance are too harsh. Not to mention other things, the price of these seven method altars alone can already be worth 7 taels of silver.

And the frame is extremely cumbersome and complicated.

If there is no powerful support, it is almost a dream for a single person to perform Taoism. Moreover, if there is no one to protect the law, it is extremely easy to be beheaded.

It is far inferior to martial arts and strange arts, not to mention true supernatural powers.

Therefore, in the decades since he obtained this Taoism, he has not really performed it once.

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and Taoism does not conflict with martial arts and different arts."

Yuanjue shook his head slightly.

The advantages and disadvantages of Taoism and martial arts have been debated for thousands of years, but in the end, those who know Taoism have first-class martial arts, but even martial saints may not necessarily know Taoism.

"Master, if you are interested, why not make another deal?"

Nie Wendong looked at the old monk and smiled slightly:
"For example, the Vajra is not broken."

"My lord was just joking. With Lord Nie's honorable status, most of the time, he doesn't need to fight with others by himself. This Dao technique is perfect."

Yuanjue restrained his smile, no longer obsessed with what the magic altar is, and asked instead:
"According to the progress, the dharma altar can be built in half a day at most. Who is your lord's target? Mr. Xu, or that Yang prisoner Yang Qianhu who broke your face?"

"It's good for the master to protect the law."

Nie Wendong smiled and said nothing.

"Does your lord have another purpose?"

Yuanjue felt strange in his heart.

At first, he only said that the Lord of Nie State must take revenge, and that the altar must be set up to kill that Yang Qianhu, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Who knows?"

Nie Wendong didn't answer, and walked slowly into the altar.

Seeing him walking into the altar, all the soldiers and guards bowed and retreated, but the old monk Yuanjue's eyes were fixed.

With a flick of Nie Wendong's long sleeves, a fist-sized idol made of unknown material slipped from his sleeve.

Following Nie Wendong's actions, inexplicable changes took place in the dharma altar. The original bland dharma altar has undergone a transformation like the finishing touch.

In his induction, it was as if he had come alive, and he couldn't help swallowing some external things.

"What kind of statue is that? It's not a god, it's not a demon, it looks like a man and a woman..."

Looking at the god statue that seemed human but not human, exuding a strange aura, Yuanjue couldn't sit still, only felt a little terrified, and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

It wasn't any god image he knew, nor was it a famous evil god. It was neither male nor female, and it was strange, but when he looked at it, he suddenly noticed something strange.

This statue seems to have a lot of similarities with Nie Wendong himself...

"All retreat!"

Ascending to the altar, Nie Wendong spoke coldly, and all the soldiers left the place where the altar was located as if they had been pardoned.

Only Yuanjue on the side of the Dharma guard remained, and the four guards of Fenghuyunlong and Fenghuyunlong who were still a little weak in the distance were left.

Whoosh!

The non-human and non-god statue fell on the altar, and immediately there was the sound of wind from the ground, blowing the conch, blowing wind chimes, and the hazy mist enveloped the seven altars.

Yuanjue looked far away, but couldn't see through the thin mist, and could only faintly hear a subtle and strange murmur.

The syllables are weird, like weeping and complaining, not like a male voice, but more like a complaining woman calling her lover to return, calling her children to return home, whimpering, like crying and complaining.

"This is……"

　Have a meal and continue to code.

　
(End of this chapter)