Cyber Daming

In the ruins of a temple in Fandi, the prince of the Confucian New Donglin Party confessed to a lone Wuxu that he was a rebellious son in front of a Moxu Minggui.

This scene is bizarre enough even in a dream.

If it were heard by the Confucian clans of the empire, it would definitely cause an uproar.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will dig holes.

Could it be that Zhang Fengyue's son is really so different and unique?

Li Jun poked his teeth and said, "From what you said, you don't want to join hands with me to kill your father and die for the sake of righteousness, perform a drama of returning power to the court, do a great thing for the Zhu Ming royal family, and be remembered in history?"

"As expected of a lone Wuxu benchmark figure, this idea is indeed different."

Being teased by a freak for being different, Li Jun's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said, "But Master Li Xin, you still think too much. Although I don't agree with some of my father's practices, to be fair, if it weren't for him, the Ming Empire would have ceased to exist long ago."

If he had heard this sentence when he was in the Japanese area, Li Jun would definitely have sneered.

But after going all the way south from Liaodong and meeting the top figures of each sequence, Li Jun now has a different feeling about this sentence.

Especially when he entered the foreign land and saw the miserable situation of these foreign Buddhist slaves, he deeply agreed with it.

Is the Confucian order rotten? It's the same rotten.

In the basic base under the rule of the clans, ideas and resources are also monopolized.

But for ordinary people, they still have a glimmer of hope. They can become followers through the Confucius Temple. Although the chance is still slim, it is much better than the foreign land.

If you expand the perspective to the entire empire, the entire Ming Dynasty can be said to be a place where immortals and Buddhas coexist, demons dance wildly, and it is a mess.

The people above the order are facing swords, and the people below the order are like ants.

Without the Confucian order led by Zhang Fengyue, the country would be in even worse trouble than it is now.

So it is true that Li Jun wants to kill Zhang Fengyue, but it is also true that he admires him.

"Since you recognize your father's achievements, what is your rebelliousness?"

Zhang Siyuan laughed and said, "In the eyes of outsiders, my background can be said to be second to none. Even if I can't have everything I want, there are not many things I can't get. As long as my father can bear the loneliness and don't give me more brothers, the position of the leader of the new Donglin Party will definitely be passed to me in the future."

"To put it bluntly, even if I do nothing, as long as I don't jump around and seek death, I will be rich and powerful in the future."

"Isn't it?" Li Jun asked without hesitation.

"This kind of thing is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold."

Zhang Siyuan talked freely: "In today's Confucianism, reproducing offspring is no longer a simple human relationship. It is nothing more than inheriting the family power and fearing that the foundation they have worked hard to create will fail. Therefore, almost all the offspring born have been carefully selected in the ancestral temples, and their mental and temperament are all top-notch."

"But it is precisely because of this concept and practice that these young generations are basically heroes. As long as there is a chance, killing their fathers and brothers is nothing more than a trivial matter. Some older Confucianists are happy with this practice of raising poisonous insects, and believe that only descendants who have experienced fighting are qualified to take on the responsibility of the family."

Hearing this, Li Jun suddenly thought of the Lu family in Liaodong and the Liu family in Jinling.

These two Confucian families, each occupying one side, are indeed in this situation.

"But in our Zhang family, the situation is a little different."

Zhang Siyuan said calmly: "I feel like I am more like an answer my father gave to himself, a man who made another choice when facing the position of Prime Minister. So I can understand him, but I can't agree with him."

"But then again, a father is a father, and a son is a son."

Zhang Siyuan grinned: "If you want me to play some kind of inside and outside cooperation with you, it's best to give up this idea as soon as possible. I don't know what grudges you have with my father. If you really want to kill him one day, you have to kill me first."

These words are honest, even a little naive, and he doesn't understand what it means to be hypocritical.

Zhang Siyuan expressed his position and thoughts like a bamboo tube pouring beans, but it made Li Jun's perception of him change a lot.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, fortunately he is Zhang Fengyue's son, otherwise he would have rotted into a pile of bones long ago.

"Then why did you come to me today?"

After listening to the 'initiative', Li Jun asked about the 'outline'.

Zhang Siyuan felt it very clearly, and the hidden hostility in the other party was obviously much weaker.

"I want you to help me demolish the Naqu Golden Temple."

Zhang Siyuan got straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.

"If you want me to help you, you have to give me a reason, right?"

"As long as Naqu dies, the current deadlock will be broken. I can enter the Sangyan Buddha Land with a legitimate reason and go to trouble that old woman Lingjiapo."

"Your current boss should be Liu Jinxun, right?"

Li Jun smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of ruining his and your father's plan?"

"So I came to you, and you have to kill Naqu."

Zhang Siyuan blinked his eyes, smiling honestly, and looked into Li Jun's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Li Jun waited for a long time, but still couldn't wait for Zhang Siyuan to say anything. Finally, he couldn't help but said: "You never ask someone to do something for you, but you never ask for benefits?"

"Do you think I look like someone who can give you any decent benefits?"

Zhang Siyuan spread his hands, looking like a rogue who was poor and righteous.

"Your surname is Zhang, your father is Zhang Fengyue!" Li Jun gritted his teeth.

"I know, otherwise why would I be named Zhang?"

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said: "In fact, when I was hanging around in the streets and alleys, I suffered a lot because I didn't know how to give gifts. Later, I finally got the hang of it. Guess what?"

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me."

Zhang Siyuan nodded his head, "I remembered that my father was Zhang Fengyue. Not only did I remember it, but the entire Confucian order also remembered it. Since then, no one dared to take my gifts."

"Are you trying to say that I don't dare?"

Li Jun clenched his fists, ready to move.

"Don't be impulsive. I mean, his stuff is hot! There might be some traps in it, right?"

Zhang Siyuan shook his head and said seriously, "I am also thinking about you, Jun brother."

"So after all this time, you want to get something for nothing?" Li Jun sneered.

"It's empty-handed, but not empty-hearted."

Zhang Siyuan raised his hand and pointed at Dunzhu who was fighting with others in the distance, and said seriously, "I feel so depressed and uncomfortable staying in this place. They are obviously people with two shoulders and one head. Why should they be reduced to cattle and horses, and let people ride on them and do whatever they want? Why are they helpless in life and death, but the temples are full of incense?"

"So Jun brother, you don't need to test me anymore. This time, we stand together."

Zhang Siyuan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said word by word, "This heart is clear, and the world can witness it."

Li Jun looked at Zhang Siyuan with a serious expression, and laughed after a moment.

As Zhang Siyuan said, he asked for benefits with some tentative intentions.

If Zhang Siyuan promised Li Jun a huge profit without hesitation, no matter how he had laid the groundwork to show that he was different from other Confucian scholars, he would probably not be able to walk out of the ruins of the Xiangxiong Temple today.

On the contrary, now, Li Jun has some faith in Zhang Siyuan, and he really wants to stand up for these suffering people.

Although it is not ruled out that the man in front of him is an old fox with a deep mind, doing the opposite, using a straight hook to fish.

But Li Jun didn't care too much, after all, he is no longer a swimming fish, but a vicious dragon in the water and a tiger on the shore!

Just as the two reached an agreement, the fight between Dunzhu and the monks next to him also entered the final moment.

Dunzhu, who had been suppressed, keenly grasped the momentary gap in the opponent's attack and launched a counterattack.

The monk, who was at the end of the madness, only felt a black shadow shaking in front of him, and his punch suddenly missed, and he staggered forward involuntarily.

Before he could find the figure of Dunzhu dodging, a gust of evil wind suddenly hit him from the side.

The monk's eyes were filled with horror. He didn't expect that Dunzhu, who had been suppressed and beaten for so long, still had the energy to dodge, and the momentum of the counterattack could be so fierce. In panic, he quickly protected his head with his two mechanical arms.

Bang!

In the dull sound of iron and bone colliding, Dunzhu's right fist hit the monk's arm. His steps were flexible, and he dodged several powerful and heavy punches from the opponent in succession. He seized the opportunity and hit the monk's chest with his elbow again.

The power of this elbow was so great that the monk could clearly feel the concavity and deformation of his chest mechanical bones, and the organs in their original state were in great pain. The trembling wisdom in his head made his eyes black.

Dunzhu's attack was not over, but was surging like a wave.

He was like a carbuncle that corroded his bones. He stepped forward and crashed into the front of the monk. With his right foot as a support, his two long arms stretched out like a knife, and suddenly chopped at the opponent's neck.

The monk's eyes were horrified, and he raised his hand to block in a hurry.

He was originally able to roam the land of the barbarians with only a red robe, and he didn't have much experience in close combat with others. In addition, he was extremely exhausted at the moment, so he didn't notice that Dunzhu's left foot, which was originally dragged back, was like a scorpion tail poison needle, ready to attack.

The next second, a trace of panic suddenly appeared on the monk's ferocious face.

At the moment when he chose to fight head-on, the lowly Buddhist slave in front of him suddenly changed from chopping to grabbing, with his hands and five fingers spread out, suddenly popping out, hugging the monk's head in a narrow range of only half an arm, and violently pressing down.

The left leg knee that was raised rapidly hit the monk's face fiercely!

Bang!

The monk's head was hit hard as if by a hammer, and the sound of broken bones was creepy.

He was thrown backwards, and pale blood gushed out from his collapsed mouth and nose. The originally fierce eyes were left with only a blank look.

Dunzhu exerted force with his feet, leaped out like a tiger, and pressed the monk's arms with his knees. In the other's desperate eyes, he picked up a sharp piece of gravel next to him with his right hand and smashed it towards the monk's face.

The monk under him struggled violently at first, and gradually turned into unconscious twitching, and his clenched hands slowly loosened.

"Beasts, you are demons, you are demons!"

Dunzhu's face was mixed with blood and sweat, and clumps of black hair hung in front of him. In his bloodshot eyes, crystal tears flashed for no reason.

Like a crazy beast, he tirelessly smashed the stone in his hand. Even if the stone broke into pieces, there was still no sign of stopping. He smashed the monk's distorted head with his fist.

Puzzle, grievance, anger, hatred.

All kinds of complex emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out at this moment, filling Dunzhu's mind, making him ignore the sound of broken copper locks ringing in his ears.

From the Ganquan Temple in Yumo to the Xiangxiong Temple in Canglan today, monks who were once aloof were killed at his feet.

At this moment, Dundup, who had given up his faith, finally broke through the shackles of his genes and became the follower he longed for in the past.

Snapped.

The bone-shattered fist could no longer be held, and the spread fingers were inserted into the blood-soaked soil.

Dunzhu's figure swayed from side to side, fell to the ground with a thud, and fainted.

Lord Ma came over, reached out to pick him up, and carried him on his shoulders.

"A person who has cut off his wisdom roots and is preparing to pass on the Buddha's order can actually be promoted to a martial arts order. The tyranny of the martial arts gene is really unbelievable!"

Zhang Siyuan, who was in the distance, saw the secret and asked in amazement: "Brother Jun, do you really plan to train him to become a solo martial artist?"

"I can't call him training, it's just leading him from one dead end to another almost dead end. But it's not a loss for him to be so angry."

Zhang Siyuan admired: "Walking this road alone is too difficult, but with you walking in front to open the way for them, it is no longer a dead end."

"Let's wait until I get to the end of this road myself."

Li Jun stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, "The things here are over, let's go."

"Not in a hurry."

Zhang Siyuan called out to Li Jun who was about to raise his feet. Facing the other party's puzzled eyes, he showed an expression of joy at seeing Li Jun.

"When I was in Beizhili, I often heard about your reputation as Master Li Xin. He fought from Chengdu to the Japanese area, and then from the Japanese area back to the mainland. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood along the way.

"What do you want to say?"

Li Jun tilted his head and looked at Zhang Siyuan.

"In the Six Arts of Confucianism, I learned the art of 'shooting'. I have beaten many Confucian scholars of my generation, but I have never met an opponent. So today."

Zhang Siyuan raised his hands, bending his fingers as if holding an invisible long bow, and said with a smile: "I want to ask you for help, Brother Jun."

Before the word "teaching" was uttered, Zhang Siyuan felt a strong palpitation in his heart, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, and then his eyes went black.

boom!

A fist fell on his face, Zhang Siyuan shuddered, raised his head and fell down.

"The person I beat is not your peer, but your elder."

Li Jun glanced at the unconscious Zhang Siyuan and saw that his chest was still heaving, and then nodded to Lord Ma.

"Are you stupid? If you want to fight Wu Xu, you should run far away first. You have the guts to challenge him in person."

Prince Ma sounded disdainful, grabbed one of Zhang Siyuan's legs, and dragged him behind Li Jun.

Zhang Siyuan's body was dragged along, bumping and undulating on the broken walls, making a clanging sound.

"Lao Li, are you really going to help this kid?"

"Without him, I would have demolished the Nagqu Golden Temple. It's just a matter of convenience."

"How could an old fox like Zhang Fengyue give birth to such a son? Is he really his biological son?"

"Hard to say"

"Otherwise, Zou Sijiu stole his dream and pretended to be him to get close to Zhang Fengyue?"

"If Zou Sijiu knew what you were thinking, he would either have a life-and-death fight with Mr. Ma on the spot, or he would turn around and find a tree to hang himself."

"What you said makes sense. Do you really want to kill someone like this?"

"This person is interesting, let's go and see him first."

The people walking side by side didn't seem to notice that Zhang Siyuan, who was dragged to the ground, was slowly relaxing his frown.

Wuszangwei is a valley deep in the Yumo region.

The three of them, Yuan Mingfei, who had come after the clues about the 'demon chaos', were standing on a high place looking down, with indescribably weird expressions on their faces.

It was like I saw something extremely weird and disgusting.

It was obviously the snow season, but there was no snow at all in the valley. The cliffs at both ends were covered with moss and vines, and the bottom of the valley was submerged by invisible black water.

There is a ten-foot-square floating land in the center of the valley floor, with large Gesang flowers blooming.

Surrounded by a group of flowers, there is a towering tree with lush branches and leaves, more than ten feet high, and the extremely dense canopy spreads out, almost filling the entire floating land.

The bright moonlight was sifted into specks of light by the tree crown, and was thrown into the lake under the giant tree, but strangely there was no reflection at all.

The entire valley bottom is like an open door to the abyss. Whether it is moonlight or anything else, as long as it falls into it, it will never return.

It was supposed to be a paradise that was rare in the world, but all the beauty disappeared without a trace in an instant after seeing the true face of this 'giant tree', and was replaced by disgusting nausea.

Corpses that were twisted and deformed but still alive were overlapping and intertwined to form the trunk of the big tree. Their skin was gray and yellow, covered with wood grains, and they were so entangled that it was impossible to tell whether they were wood or human beings.

The eyes filled with despair and begging were widened to the limit, and they all stared at the crowded sky above. A bright red tongue could still be seen in the wide-open mouth.

The outstretched branches are also made of human bodies, with green leaves growing out of the stiff arms.

The cold wind blew through the valley, as if awakening countless corpses.

The piled-up zombies suddenly let out a hoarse hiss, and the low and strange tone kept rolling in the valley.

The dead lake suddenly rippled, as if something was responding to these corpses under the water.

Suddenly, countless arms rushed out of the lake, and countless fat black fish jumped out of the waves.

The faces and arms on the tree trunks also twisted at this moment, the leaves flew, and the flowers scattered, making people feel that the whole valley was alive at this moment.

Zou Sijiu squatted on the top of the mountain, looking down at this horrible scene, and shuddered all over.

"Is this the Five Desire Tree that those people said grew in the Ghost Valley and would eat people?!"

"The test site that Sangyan Temple and Sheji made?!"