Cyber Daming

In a temporary hospital building at the former site of the Chengdu Government Office.

Pei Xingjian pushed open the door and saw Zhang Siyuan sitting on the hospital bed.

At this time, Zhang Siyuan was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. The skin that had been nearly carbonized by the lightning fire had been cleaned, and the new flesh and blood showed a soft pale pink color. The wound on his chest was still oozing blood, with a trail of blood running from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, almost splitting his entire body diagonally.

"Why is recovery so slow?"

Pei Xingjian looked up and down, his face a little gloomy and ugly: "Are those agricultural medical officers just for a living? They have spent so much of our resources on training, and now they can't even cure this injury?"

"Don't blame them. Dao San's spiritual thoughts are not something that low-level Nongxu can deal with. It's already good to be able to deal with the trauma."

Zhang Siyuan was optimistic. He raised his hand and patted his head, grinning and saying: "That old cow nose in Fu Li really has two brushes. He almost chopped my brain into pieces."

"If you get an advantage, don't act like a good boy. He is much more miserable than you. Someone else's Daoji was smashed to pieces by your shot. Although the person is not dead, I'm afraid there is no hope of further promotion in this life. It's not easy to deal with it. The bits will continue to drop.”

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

"Don't be so impulsive in the future. If you have a problem, how can I explain it to the old man?"

The smile on Pei Xingjian's face disappeared and he spoke in a deep voice to Zhang Siyuan.

Zhang Siyuan waved his hand indifferently: "We Ruxu are not good at confronting others. If we just push people from other families to the front at this time, and I hide aside to watch the show, then the old man's reputation will be even worse. It stinks.”

"What's the point of a little scolding?"

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

"That's what I say, but if I can get less people to scold me, I'd better do it less."

Zhang Siyuan smiled and said: "Besides, am I not living well now? Don't worry."

Pei Xingjian saw that he was still smiling playfully, and suddenly said angrily: "You are lucky. If those stars in the sky were shot down a moment later, I am afraid that not even your bones and dregs will be left!"

"Today is different from the past. It is no longer the time for you to be a hero alone. In the low-order positions, you rely on numbers to win. In the high-order positions, quality determines the victory. Kill the bandit leader at the critical moment and make the final decision. This is what you are like." The real place for the third chapter of Preface to Shooting Art and Confucianism.

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

Zhang Siyuan sighed secretly. Although he disagreed with what Pei Xingjian said, he could not find the words to refute.

It is true that the current situation is no longer a small fight between families, but has gradually evolved into a confrontation between sequences.

The battle in Chengdu Prefecture has just begun, and the subsequent collision will only be more tragic and larger in scale.

What Pei Xingjian mentioned just now, "Using numbers to win power" is not just a theory, but a reality that is happening secretly.

With Zhang Siyuan's identity, he can naturally know some secrets. Nowadays, various clans no longer restrict the birth of heirs. All the slices of ancestors enshrined have been taken out of the ancestral hall to cultivate new Confucian seedlings.

Because the Ming Empire followed the "dual capital system" for thousands of years, the "small imperial court" preserved in Jinling City also began to be fully operational under the auspices of Liu Jinxun. It was widely recognized by the people of the world and the Ming Dynasty Law Firm, but it was intentionally left vacant for many years. The official positions are being gradually used.

Coincidentally, the caves and artificial foundations that Longhu Mountain opened to the public for free in Jiangxi Province were also designed to quickly increase the number of followers under his command.

The East Palace is also taking action at the same time. It has been stated in the recent Ruxudi newspaper that incidents of Huangliang ghosts seizing homes are increasing day by day in various parts of the empire, and the frequency and quantity are frightening.

Moreover, these Huangliang ghosts who succeeded in seizing the body are not as hostile as before, destroying everywhere, but they seem to be organized and premeditated to hide on the spot, making it extremely difficult to detect.

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

As for the Zhu family, although they don't seem to be active for the time being, they seem to be injured due to the loss of the Spring and Autumn Festival. But Zhang Siyuan knew very well that the Honghu under the opponent's command never stopped eroding the basic market of each sequence.

In such a chaotic situation, Zonghengxu's ability to control is truly cost-effective. 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 abandoned in the past and regarded as evil ways are now put on the table in an open and honest manner, with the purpose of competing for power with numbers.

And in addition to the powerful powerful families such as Confucianism, Taoism, Yin Yang, and Zongheng, groups such as Bing, Wu, Mo, and Fa are also not idle, and they are all using their own methods to accumulate wealth.

In this case, even if Xu San is superior, as long as he is not a monster like Li Jun who cannot be judged by common sense, others may be besieged and die if they are not careful.

Once the shoddy numbers consume the carefully cultivated quality, failure is a certainty.

"I see."

Zhang Siyuan responded honestly, as if he didn't want the atmosphere in front of him to continue to be solemn, and asked instead: "By the way, Uncle Pei, where do you think these difficult sky-orbiting stars from the New Sect of Dao Xu come from? We can't be like this After a lot of hard work, I knocked out a few, but then someone else took out a bunch of them, right?”

"How else could it come about? Mo Xu and his group of melon boys didn't help them create it."

Pei Xingjian pulled out a chair and sat down, and sneered: "It's not just the stars in the sky, but also the eight bodies of Tao Xu, the yellow beams of Yin and Yang, the mechanical heart of Bing Xu, the Buddhist kingdom of Buddha, and the infusion of Wu Xu. Utensils, how could any of these things be born without the shadow of their ink sequence?”

"Mo Xu has created a lot of miraculous technical methods, but unfortunately there are almost no benefits. They are all used to make wedding dresses for others. If it weren't for the protection of the Minggui Rangers, these craftsmen would have been long gone. He was killed."

"No wonder the East Branch rushed to jump on Lao Li's boat and tied themselves to that god of murder. It seems that they also know that they are the meat and potatoes that everyone covets."

Zhang Siyuan suddenly realized it, but then his heart tightened: "But since the stars in the sky were created by Mo Xu, doesn't that prove that it is possible to continue to create them?"

"Don't worry, if it can still be built, the old guy Zhang Xiji will probably go to Mo Xu's branches as soon as he comes back to life. How can we let them stay safely until now?"

Pei Xingjian explained: "It was the group of Moxu who helped the new sect of Daoxu create the technical method of celestial orbit stars, and it was the later Central Branch. In the initial plan, there were three walls and twenty-eight places, with a total of One thousand, seven hundred and sixty-four sky-orbiting stars form a star formation that can cover the entire empire."

"so much?!"

Zhang Siyuan exclaimed, feeling his scalp numb.

"Mo Xu is not really that stupid. He didn't hand it over to the New Sect Dao Xu without reservation, but he did some tricks in secret."

Pei Xingjian said: "Later, the 'World's Divide of Martial Arts' broke out. The old school Daoxu used the sky orbit stars lent to them by the new school to compete with the sect Wuxu, and even had a slight upper hand. Some people in Moxu who were loyal to Wuxu took advantage of it. The previous moves destroyed nearly 50% of the stars in the sky."

"Why is this Mo Xu so capricious, eating inside and outside, riding on the wall?"

This was the first time Zhang Siyuan heard about these ancient events, and he couldn't help but be stunned by Mo Xu's operation.

"Otherwise, why would the family immediately fall apart as soon as the head of the family, Yukiko, dies? These craftsmen are useless except for making iron."

Pei Xingjian made a disdainful comment and continued: "Later, Wu Xu collapsed, Zhang Xiji wanted to kill the donkey, which provoked a dispute between the old and the new within Daoxu. In that battle, Wu Dang was defeated again. Those ruthless Taoist bandits in the mountains have exchanged most of them with their lives. After so many years of consumption, there are only a few left. "

"After Mo Xu split, the old man started to lay out the middle courtyard. The purpose was to find out whether there was any possibility of repairing these sky-orbiting stars to prevent a resurgence."

Zhang Siyuan asked: "With a technical method like this, it's impossible for there to be no backup on Longhu Mountain, right?"

"The technical skills are still there, but Mo Xusan in this field is gone, and there will never be another one in the future."

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

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

To completely cut off the possibility of creating stars in the sky, Zhang Siyuan didn't know how many people would die, let alone to the point where no one in Mo Xu would dare to set foot again.

Under the sequence, they are all ants.

But in the eyes of people like his father, he is just a slightly bigger ant.

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

Zhang Siyuan, who was deep in thought, suddenly came back to his senses when he heard this, and asked hurriedly: "Uncle Pei, are you leaving Chengdu Mansion, and those Qingcheng Mountain believers are ignoring you?"

"Everything that needs to be run has been run away, and the rest has been taken care of. There is no need to stay here and waste time anymore."

Pei Xingjian stood up, looked down at Zhang Siyuan and said with a smile: "The chief assistant ordered me to go to Jiangxi Province immediately to help Li Jun hold the battle, and to see if there are any bargains I can pick up on the way."

"How could I be absent from something like this?"

Zhang Siyuan turned over and jumped up, "I have to ask my brother Jun to help kill Fu Li so that he can get rid of this bad breath."

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

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

This place was once abandoned by Longhu Mountain because it was too close to Jinling. The Taoist gates in the territory were withered and the incense was few and far between.

But after the new year this year, with the re-emergence of Longhu Mountain, a large number of believers continued to pour into Gandi, coupled with Jinling Confucianism's initiative to give in, the place was revitalized.

It was raining continuously in May. Tang Daocheng was surrounded by several young disciples and walked into a small monastery located in the north of the city.

In the past, Tang Daocheng, who was the Taoist priest of Fuliang Taoist Palace, would not have cared about this kind of small jingshe with little oil or water.

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

This monastery named "Chaodao" has the feeling that although it is small, it has all the internal organs.

As soon as people enter the door, they are greeted by a pair of gold-lettered couplets on a black background. The upper couplet reads "Hanging incense brings dreams to the fairyland", while the lower couplet reads "Lie on the bed with clouds and incense and breathe out the spring breeze."

"It's a bit interesting, but it's different from those flashy monasteries filled with projections of various gods and Buddhas."

Tang Daocheng didn't seem to be in a hurry to go in and arrest anyone, but took a leisurely look at the environment inside the monastery.

At this moment, a ragged figure suddenly jumped out from the shadows 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 the Huangliang Cave!"

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

A skinny and terrifying face faced Tang Daocheng, with a haggard appearance. The bun on the top of his head was like a ball of yellowed weeds, and the same sentence was repeated in his mouth.

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

Tang Daocheng narrowed his eyes and smiled broadly.

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

This is normal. If you dare to say such words in the Longhu Dao Kingdom, it is no different from seeking death.

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

The beggar seemed to have lost his soul. He didn't even notice the cold eyes of the people around him. He stumbled to the couplet and stretched out his arms like dead branches to slap the wall.

"Look what's written on this, look!"

The man stared at Tang Daocheng with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said with a faint smile:

"Don't you understand? That poor Taoist is here to teach you how to recite. This is called ascending to the sky and riding a crane. The green mountains under its wings are filled with the bones of believers. When you become an ancestor, the houses in your door are full of corpses of Taoists. He wants to eat us and become immortals. He wants to eat us and become immortals. Immortal"

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

"I haven't even entered the door yet, but I met a Honghu spy who doesn't know how to live or die. It seems that Master Dao is very lucky today."

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

"Tell me, who taught you to pronounce it this way?"

The man's eyes were hollow and he murmured: "It's the man in the dream. He told me that there are dragons and crouching tigers in the Gan area, and that the mountains are inhabited by monsters that eat people but don't spit out bones."

"Huangliang ghost?"

Tang Daocheng frowned slightly. If this man's mind was only affected by the Yellow Liang Ghost, then this credit would be worthless.

After all, those things appear and disappear in Huangliang, and I have no ability to catch them in my dreams.

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

Just when Tang Daocheng was calculating, the man burst out with a burst of strength like a flashback, and suddenly stood up and came closer, grabbing his shoulders tightly with both hands, almost slamming his face into Tang Daocheng's eyes.

"His surname is Zhang, and he is a demon who wants to eat his own son. When he gets tired of us ordinary believers, it's time to turn on you. If you don't run away, everyone here will die and no one will survive. Hehe, hehe hey-hey."