Cyber Daming

"The most insidious and treacherous sequence, but you learn to be loyal to others. Zhao Mengze, what are you trying to do?"

Wu Ci Chun Shen spoke softly with a smile on his face.

"It seems that you have misunderstood the Yin-Yang order. Among the three religions and nine streams, there are Zongheng and you. No matter what the Yin-Yang order is, the word 'most' cannot be discussed, right?"

Zhao Mengze, who is now manifesting himself in the dream, has a particularly standard image.

Wearing a long black coat and a pair of round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, if he had another sign of "nothing left out", he would be exactly the same as the ostentatious fortune teller in the Ming Empire.

"Zhao Mengze, you are considered a figure among the Five Pillars of Tianque. Even Tian Chou admitted that he did not fully understand your details, so let us be careful."

Wu Ci Chun Shen smiled and asked: "Did you really not expect that there would be a situation like today?"

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

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

"Then it seems that's all you're capable of."

The one who spoke this time was Wuchi Dongshen, who was wearing white clothes and said with a disdainful expression.

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

"So you are worried about this?"

Zhao Mengze pretended to be enlightened 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 seek skin from tigers. Should I praise you for being brave, or laugh at you for being stupid?"

"You are not qualified to judge us."

Xia Shen of Wuci sneered: "Since you have nothing to do with the East Palace, then go and die!"

The water surface that reflects the figure like a mirror ripples suddenly, as if there is an undercurrent gradually rising.

"Xia, don't worry."

Among the four bodies in the witch temple, the Qiu body in yellow seems to have the most respected status.

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

"Zhao Mengzhu, our Sheji entered Xin'an this time for the sole purpose of Tianque and Li Jun. We are not very interested in the order of Yin and Yang, and we are not willing to create extraneous branches and create more powerful enemies."

Qiu Shen said slowly: "Regardless of whether there is any relationship between you and Donghuang Palace, as long as you agree to leave Xin'an now and no longer care about Tianque's affairs, I can make the decision to let Tian Chou let Ji Chang go and let you leave."

"The third order of agriculture is named Shejun, who is in charge of the flesh and blood farm, and the name of the organization is directly called Sheji."

Zhao Mengze didn't answer the question, and sighed with emotion: "You dare to use these two words like this, do you really think that the Ming Dynasty royal family is dead? I advise you to change your name, otherwise be careful about sudden disasters in the future, and you won't be able to cry at all."

"The current Zhu family is just a puppet in Zhang Fengyue's hands. How is it any different from the dead? Moreover, the situation has changed. Today, the Ming Empire still has the surname Zhu, but tomorrow it will be uncertain what the surname will be."

Xia Shen said in a contemptuous tone: "Who suffers from whom? Who cries in whose grave?"

"It is true that the ignorant are fearless. If the Zhu family were as simple as you think, when Zhang Fengyue ascended to the position of first assistant and was promoted to the second position, the Ming Empire would have changed hands long ago."

Zhao Mengze didn't seem to regard the current situation as a life and death crisis. Instead, he acted like a magician with a mysterious expression.

"The doorways here are quite deep. Listen to me explain to you."

"If it's a different place"

Chun Shen interrupted Zhao Mengze's words with a smile, "I would be very interested in hearing Zhao Mengzhu's inside story about the imperial family, and we might even become friends. But now I still have some urgent matters to deal with, and I really can't spare any extra time. It’s time to chat with you, Zhao Mengzhu.”

"These are all secrets that are hard to buy. No one else can hear them. It's rare for me to be generous today. It's a pity that you have no interest at all."

Zhao Mengze sighed sadly and was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning around the witch temple.

"Everyone knows what you are anxious about. But I still advise you. Although Xin'an is now Tian Chou's farm, Li Jun is a man favored by martial arts. Tian Chou has little hope of winning against him."

"Instead of setting fire to yourself now, Wuci, why don't we wait here for Li Jun to kill Tian Chou? You will get a lot of benefits by then, and I won't have to work hard to fight you. Wouldn't it be better?"

Hearing this, Chun Shen smiled without saying a word and took a step back, as if he didn't bother talking nonsense to Zhao Mengze anymore.

"The farm has been completed. Before the endless torrent of flesh and blood, the solitary movement of the martial arts is nothing more than a mantis' arm acting as a chariot."

Dong Shen sneered: "On the contrary, you, Zhao Mengze, the dignified dream master of Yin Yang Xu San, in order to delay time and live a little longer, you actually followed others' tricks and started to sow discord. It's really ridiculous."

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. The key is that that brat came too slowly."

Zhao Mengze spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"Old man, it's your fault for scolding people. Do you know how difficult it is to squeeze in the dream that you two have opened in Xu San?"

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.

"Hey, there are quite a lot of people."

Zhao Mengze glanced sideways at Zou Sijiu and said angrily: "Why, are you afraid of the crowd?"

Zou Sijiu said matter-of-factly: "Of course I'm afraid. What others are playing is a new thing. How can we backward elements be others' opponents?"

"The new is stronger than the new, and the old is better than the old. She pulls me, and I can pull her, so why should I belittle myself?"

Zhao Mengze puffed his beard and glared: "I'm in charge of the fourth-level dreamland. You can do it. It should be okay, right?"

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

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

"But there's nothing we can do if we can't win. This girl is obviously not a good person. I can't see you being beaten by a crowd at your age, right? That's too sinful."

Everyone in the Wu Temple looked at the two people who seemed to be no one else with disdain.

"Zhao Mengze, is this the helper you are waiting for? A Yin-Yang Sizhuang Zhou Die?"

Dong Shang, who had the most cold and arrogant temperament, looked Zou Sijiu up and down.

"If you want to divide the four of us in different dreams, how many dreams can you seize the right to host? How long can you withstand such a heavy load? Even if you have the same life as heaven and earth, how many people can he fight? "

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

Zou Sijiu shook his head and muttered to himself, and opened the buttons of his collar.

"Does killing someone in a dream not count as killing someone? So you all think that Mr. Zou and I are doing nothing for nothing?"

The surface of the lake is wrinkled and the clear water is turbid.

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

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

"Xiao Sijiu, it's up to you whether we can survive this catastrophe."

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

The latter raised his hand to grab it, clasp it in front of his eyes, and grinned.

"Don't worry, when it comes to turning bad things into good fortune, no one can match me!"

"Then... let's get started."

The wind and waves rolled up, and the beasts roared.

The figure standing on the sea sank to the bottom of the sea at the same time, straight into the deepest place of Huangliang.

The dream begins.

Fandi, Bakang.

The ruins of a temple, the half-collapsed temple, the beheaded Buddha statue without the roof tiles.

Fengxue bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong, adding insult to injury, and just poured it into the gap in Jin's body.

The broken murals and their remains were scattered all over the floor.

The extinguished incense sticks crookedly in the blood. It doesn't look like worshiping gods, but like visiting a grave.

Amidst the mess on the ground, the Taoist priest Chu Jian sat on the Sumeru platform, with a lama's head under his feet that he could never rest in peace.

"Sister Yuan, your friends don't have very good tempers. They won't speak until this method is used."

"It's been too long since we've had any contact. I didn't expect them to still be so vindictive."

The woman held up the hem of her skirt and carefully stepped over the stumps on the ground. Behind her were kneeling monks in red clothes, all holding a piece of wisdom root that they had picked with their own hands.

The decapitated Guru rolled down from a high place.

Chen Qisheng frowned and said, "Speaking of which, the current situation is a bit complicated. People like Sheji actually want to raise a god in Fandi? Isn't this idea a bit too whimsical?"

Concubine Yuan Ming shook her head and said: "That's not entirely true. The agricultural order of these communities is too evil. It's really incredible how they can't keep it in order. Otherwise, Dazhao, Baima and Sangyan wouldn't have tolerated them for so many years."

"That's true. They can create a 'new huangliang', and it's not impossible to create a 'god on earth'."

Chen Qisheng raised his hand and rubbed the aching forehead. It was not because the Buddhist kingdom that had just been chopped into pieces still remained in his mind, but because the news he learned was too shocking.

"Sister Yuan, is your Buddhist order really deceived by the new Taoist order?"

Chen Qisheng asked doubtfully: "So in order to save themselves, they are willing to give their land to Sheji as a testing ground?"

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

Concubine Yuan Ming said solemnly: "However, the two Foxu Four we killed during this period belonged to Dazhao and Baima respectively, but their statements were surprisingly consistent. If there is really no problem with Foxu, the three sacred mountains in Fandi should not have happened at the same time. Being deceived.”

"The heart of the new sect is really dirty. They actually dug such a big hole and let the entire sect fall into it."

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

"Actually, it's not necessarily the New Sect Taoist who digs holes."

Concubine Yuan Ming murmured: "Otherwise, why haven't we seen any movement from them for so many years?"

Chen Qisheng also had such doubts and asked tentatively: "Is it because the time has not come yet?"

"What time should we wait for? Now Fo Xu has found a way to save himself. If he waits any longer, his prey will jump out of the hole and turn around to seek revenge on them."

"Could it be that the conscience of the new sect Daoxu was discovered?"

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

Since the completion of Huangliang, the new Taoist order has only a golden elixir and a brain, and there is no conscience at all.

"If it wasn't them, who else could it be?"

Chen Qisheng laughed and said, "It can't be Sheji who is directing and acting on his own, right? Do they have this ability?"

"It's also possible."

Concubine Yuan Ming was silent for a long time, and finally gave up her useless thoughts.

Although two Buddhas and Fours were slaughtered, they still learned too few secrets to see the truth of the whole matter clearly.

If you want to know more, you can only approach the higher-ranked Fandi Buddha.

But people like this basically build temples at the foot of the sacred mountain to practice, and now Dazhao and Baima should have been alert, and it is too risky to attack them.

"We can't stay here for long. The people from Dazhao Temple should be here soon. Let's go."

As soon as the voice fell, Yuan Mingfei and Chen Qisheng suddenly turned their heads and looked at the sobbing snow in the distance.

A strange woman approached.

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

She wore a snow-white monk's robe that was almost impossible to see in the foreign land. She was barefoot and her pair of jade feet did not attract dust, and she stepped on the snow without leaving any traces.

The ruined temple was full of corpses, and she walked among them, but she was like a Bodhisattva who saved the world and a soul-leading earthly deity.

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

One of the three great Buddhas in the entire foreign land.

Sangyan Buddha, Linga Po.

Chen Qisheng immediately felt as if he was facing a great enemy. He covered his whole body with silver armor and stood up with a sword.

The mind and true energy in his mind vibrated together, and a series of blue figures emerged one after another. Their faces were blurred, but the two characters "Zhenwu" embroidered on their robes were vivid.

Yuan Mingfei frowned, her eyes were full of doubts. The Buddha Kingdom was ready to move, but she did not dare to take the initiative.

"You two should be patient. My clone will not hurt you."

Lingjia Po paused, and his white and slender wrist stood up in front of him.

"I came here this time to understand 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 them seemed to have lost the previous biting coldness, like a spring breeze.

There was no sign of the Buddha Kingdom, and no murderous intent could be felt from the other party.

But even so, Chen Qisheng still had no intention of loosening his five fingers holding the sword. His mind was tense and he might suddenly kill at any time.

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

Yuan Mingfei's expression was gloomy, and her phoenix eyes were sharp.

"I understand what the old grudge is. But what virtue and ability do I, Yuan Mingfei, have to trouble Sangyan Buddha to come down the mountain to resolve it?"

Yuan Mingfei's figure was motionless, not only was her words not polite at all, but her hands did not show any intention of greeting.

This was a great offense to the upper Buddhist order in the strict hierarchy of Buddhism.

However, Lingjia Po's expression remained normal and he was not angry.

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

Lingjia Po said calmly: "I just hope you can not be blinded by hatred."

"Why?" Yuan Mingfei sneered.

"I can take whatever I want."

"Why?"

"Because I still have great ambitions to fulfill."

Lingapo slowly raised his other hand and clasped his hands together in front of him.

"I still want to live."

The wind and snow were silent at this moment, not daring to speak rashly in front of the Buddha.