Chapter 186 Fetal movement has
seven years of meritorious deeds from the gods.
The seventh year that Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty came to power...
For Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty, these two years were definitely the saddest and most disastrous two years since he came to power.
Six years of service.
Shuzhou was lost.
Although the fault lies with Guo Huai, Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty also has an unshirkable responsibility.
It seemed that because of the loss of Shuzhou, some kind of magic spell had been activated in Da Zhou, and things began to turn into troubled times.
There is a severe drought in Ningzhou and there is no harvest.
It snowed heavily in Liangzhou, and not even one of the ten war horses was left alive.
Heavy rains in Yangzhou caused heavy losses due to flooding.
The earth dragon in Yuzhou turned around, and there was another rebel in Danzhou, it was the White Lotus Sect!
Destroyed and resurrected.
arise and perish.
Endless.
When he heard this name, Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty was so angry that he smashed many vases in the imperial study room.
He was too familiar with the name.
In other words, as an emperor, you must be familiar with the existence of this sect.
In times of peace, they appear.
They will also appear during times of rebellion.
During the time of Emperor Jianwen in the past, some people speculated that this was founded by Emperor Jianwen. After all, Emperor Jianwen was the leader of the White Lotus Cult at that time.
But later it was discovered that this was not built by Emperor Jianwen.
He is just a puppet.
And later...
apocalypse.
God's gift.
Yongle.
Wait...
The White Lotus Sect has caused chaos in every dynasty.
The Divinely-ordained Emperor Wu Zhao was a saint of the White Lotus Sect, and even the Holy Queen Xiao Xiangning...
Although the White Lotus Sect was purged during the Wu Zhao period, the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was not disturbed by it.
But even so, both the Divine Emperor and the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty had a deep headache for the White Lotus Sect.
Among them, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty even left a legacy: Beware of Bai Lian coming back.
Now, the White Lotus Sect has indeed appeared again.
For hundreds of years.
The White Lotus Sect is extremely powerful.
An important official in the court.
Harem concubine.
Middle to gentleman aristocrat.
Go down to the peddler and the soldier.
Even the beggars in the ruined temple are members of the White Lotus Sect.
How could Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty not be angry when he heard that the White Lotus Sect was causing trouble in Danzhou again?
"What on earth do they want to do?"
"Are they crazy?"
"How many people have died on the front lines in the current war between Da Zhou and Da Qin, and they still have the energy to rebel?" "
Change the world, change the way of the world?"
"Is this a change of the world ? Well, the world has changed, what good is it really to them?"
"For the people of the world? The late emperor burned the ancestral temple for the sake of the people. What have they done?" "
There is a shortage of people at the border of the Great Wall, and they want to do it for the people? Then then We went to fight the Frost Giants, but why did they check out?"
"Waste! Bastard! Damn it!"
Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty cursed...
one thing after another was pressing on him.
Now that this happens again, how can we not be angry?
I'm probably tired of scolding.
He sat on the dragon chair and sighed...
looking at the huge imperial study.
Magnificent.
Unspeakable luxury.
Even though he has supreme power, he still feels deeply tired now.
If possible.
Let him choose again, maybe he would rather become a child of an ordinary people's family...
the position of emperor.
The Great Zhou Dynasty lasted for thousands of years.
To him, it was like a huge mountain weighing him down and making him unable to breathe!
But...
he gritted his teeth.
A light appeared in his eyes.
That's fighting spirit!
He stood up, and an air of contempt for the world emerged from him.
Yongle.
Jianwu.
Divine gift.
Wrestled the Zhou royal family's control over the country.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty gave him a stable but complete empire...
and he.
I also have the ambition to make great achievements!
Because he, Xiao Zhan, was the emperor of Zhou Dynasty.
Emperors never retreat.
I don’t even know what fear is!
Soon after, Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty ordered that Jin Yiwei be sent to strangle the White Lotus rebels.
At the same time, the six departments were ordered to prepare for disaster relief.
The whole country once again recruited troops and sent them to the battlefield... What
Da Zhou and Da Qin were fighting now was no longer just a war.
But the national destiny!
It's life and death...
When Chen Luo heard the news, he had already appeared in Fengzhou.
He entered the academy in October of the sixth year of Jian Gong's reign.
It has been seven years and ten months since the beginning, a full year, not too long... not too short.
The Xianxia Sect is located in Yanyun Lake in Yuezhou.
Chen Luo didn't know that place, after all, he had never been there.
However, when he left Kyoto and traveled around the world in the past, Chen Luo had been to Yuezhou and thought that Yanyun Lake would not be difficult to find.
So Chen Luo set off slowly and leisurely in the direction of Yuezhou.
Walking through the mountains.
Cross the bridge when you encounter it.
If he encounters a lake with vast ocean, Chen Luo can wait by the lake. When a boatman comes, he will shout and give some silver coins to the boatman to give him a ride.
If there is no one left.
Then he settled down by the lake.
Use the sky as a quilt and the earth as a mat.
Take out the fishing rod.
sunny.
rain.
They are all fishing by the lake.
Not impatient or impatient.
Occasionally, people pass by and young people come.
Seeing this scene, he asked: "What are you doing here, sir?"
Chen Luo said: "Waiting for someone!"
"Waiting for who?"
"The person who will ferry me across the river!"
Everyone laughed, thinking that this person was probably crazy...
He was right where he was, less than a hundred meters away. Wherever there is, there is a bridge to cross.
He was fine.
I didn't even want to take these few steps, just thinking about someone coming to cross me.
Isn't this crazy?
Chen Luo wasn't angry either, he just smiled and continued to catch his own fish.
Most of them feel that Chen Luo is pitiful, and they probably want to try, where will he go after crossing the river?
A few months later, a boat came.
"Crossing the river, sir?"
the boatman asked.
Chen Luo nodded: "Cross!"
Crossed the river and left...
The boatman turned around, only to find that the boat was filled with glittering gold... The boatman was originally handicapped, but after the gentleman got off the boat, the boatman was completely healed.
Kneel down.
Shout out to the Immortal!
Chen Luo didn't look back, just smiled...
To save others, isn't it also to save yourself?
He moved on.
I have seen that the thin rope is specially designed to tie the poor people, and the hemp rope is specially broken at the thin point.
I also saw that during the centennial celebration, the whole village held banquets, beat gongs and drums, and was full of joy.
He even made an appointment with Hong Shang and traveled all the way.
The merchant is Tang Hong, a native of Yuzhou. He went to Hongyang City just to purchase goods...
just in time.
Chen Luo's route passed Hongyang City, so it was fate...
Tang Hong was a group of seven people, including three swordsmen.
On your way to Hongyang City, you will pass through a road called Huangdao.
The deserted road is seventy or eighty miles long. There is no village in front and no shop in the back. There is only a ruined temple in the middle where you can stay. I
heard that this place is often haunted. This sword is full of polite blood and has a deterrent effect...
There was fog on the deserted road that night. , the wind was blowing, the rain was pouring,
the ruined temple was whining, and even the fire became dim and swaying, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
Chen Luo looked up.
He just glanced outside the temple slightly.
In an instant, the fog dispersed, the wind stopped, and the rain stopped.
The night after that was even more peaceful...
Businessmen and swordsmen all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky to have survived the disaster.
Chen Luo smiled slightly and said nothing.
Peace is good.
No need to say more.
At noon in December of the seventh year of Jianwu, Chen fell into Hongyang City and said goodbye to Tang Hong and others.
Chen Luo found an inn.
After taking a shower, I found a seat by the window...
and stretched out my hand.
A trace of snowflakes fell outside the window at some point.
Gradually...
the snow became heavier and heavier, and in a blink of an eye the whole city was covered in silver.
"This year's snow came a little late."
Chen Luo murmured...
Fengzhou is located in the north.
In previous years, it would snow here in November, but this year, the first snow came in December.
Have a few drinks.
Warm up your body.
Call the waiter and ask if there is a good place in the city to go and play.
The waiter thought for a moment and then said: "Sir, you can go to Huiling Temple. That place is the most famous place in our Hongyang City. If you have anything you want, and it's not too much,
that place will definitely satisfy your wish. Yes."
Chen Luo nodded.
"Other than this place?"
"Then go to Dengyun Tower... Dengyun Tower overlooks the entire Hongyang City, and the surrounding environment is good. Many literati are there." "
This is good!"
Chen Luo smiled, After asking for directions, he left the inn.
He didn't even try to disperse the drifting snow.
Let it fall on yourself, there is a different feeling.
[You walk forward in the wind and snow, take your time, enjoy the snow, listen to the wind, and feel something in your heart!
Your mood improves!
Your immortality is enhanced.
Experience value +100!
PS: There is a scene in the snow, it is a scene for the heart... Appreciating the snow and listening to the wind may not be a spiritual journey! ]
Chen Luo nodded.
There are thousands of practices in the world.
Eating is spiritual practice.
Drinking water is spiritual practice.
Sleeping is spiritual practice.
Appreciating the snow and listening to the wind is naturally a form of spiritual practice.
The scenery from Dengyun Tower is indeed good. When you climb up and look far into the distance, you can see the entire Hongyang City scenery. Unfortunately, there is no one today.
But there are countless poems left on the walls of Dengyun Tower.
These poems are quite good.
Chen Luo thought for a moment.
Found no one around.
Suddenly I became interested, so I raised my sword pointer in my hand and wrote a poem on the wall, which was: "Dengdengyun Tower", which said: The
phoenix
travels on the cloud platform, and the phoenix leaves the platform and the Kongjiang River flows by itself.
The flowers and plants of the Wu Palace are buried in the secluded paths, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty are transformed into ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky, the three mountains are halfway down, and the two rivers are divided into Bailuzhou.
The floating clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad.
When the poem is completed... it soars into the sky with energy, until it reaches Yushan Academy...
Yushan Academy.
Ning Shuan opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Fengzhou, with a surprised look on his face.
"Is this a poem that shocks the world?"
"Who did this?"
As a Confucian and Taoist saint in the world, Ning Shuan has a terrifying sense of aura and talent.
Nowadays, there are people whose poems are astounding to the world, so they naturally know about them.
But soon, he laughed.
"Master is being naughty!"
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking.
Upstairs in Dengyun.
Seeing the soaring talent, Chen Luo was so frightened that he quickly took action to suppress it.
As a result,
the anger was quickly frightened and suppressed quickly.
No one in the city noticed...
Chen Luo also breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at this song "Dengdengyun Tower", I felt a little helpless...
"You just stole a poem. Are you making too much noise? What's the fuss about?"
Chen Luo muttered.
Sure enough...you can't use other people's things indiscriminately.
If this movement is discovered, he will probably become an example for literati.
This is not good.
He, Chen Luodang, was indifferent to the world and kept a low profile...
Ignoring these things, he stood at Dengyun Tower and looked towards the south of the city. There was a place there that was extremely vast, with many temples and incense burning.
"Interesting."
Chen Luo looked at it and laughed.
So, he headed towards the south of the city and quickly arrived at that place.
Stand in front of the view.
There are three words on the head: Huiling Temple.
There are couplets on both sides of the temple.
Left and right symmetry:
everything depends on human beings, not everything is fate.
Situation is created by the mind, and it will naturally become wider when you take a step back.
Chen Luo smiled slightly and walked in...
There was only one clay statue enshrined in the temple, wearing an official uniform. Chen Luo recognized it at a glance as the costume of an official of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
There are many pilgrims in the temple.
Everyone has their own needs,
some want children, some want wealth, some want marriage and peace...
This temple is also big.
There are dozens of temples up and down.
There are also Taoist priests practicing there, but this Taoist priest is not a practicing Taoist, but an ordinary Taoist... that is, a Taoist priest without any cultivation.
Most of these mortals are the caretakers of some temples and Taoist temples.
Chen Luo asked.
But he did know the identity of the clay statue in the temple: Jiang Shuhe.
He used to be the Minister of Rites of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Genuine third grade.
He retired and returned to his hometown at the age of eighty.
He died at the age of ninety-five.
Hearing this name, Chen Luo felt a little dazed.
For some reason, this name seemed familiar, as if I had seen it before...
but it was too long after all.
I really forgot which dynasty he was from.
And the buildings in this temple.
Even the clay statues and golden bodies were worshiped by the people themselves.
Chen Luo nodded without saying anything.
Turning around and about to leave...
Fan Dao called out to Chen Luo: "Young master, won't you leave until you burn a stick of incense?"
Chen Luo was slightly stunned.
Finally, he smiled and said: "I have no idea for now. If you have any idea, come back and ask for help."
Looking at Chen Luo leaving, he shook his head, probably because he felt that Chen Luo was not pious.
There is a god three feet above your head.
When you encounter three pillars of incense in a temple, you will never suffer a loss whether you believe it or not.
This Taoist priest probably doesn't know.
The fragrance of Chen Luo is a bit strong.
It's not that I haven't offered incense sincerely over the years, but in the end, those temples, temples, abbots, abbots, etc. are no longer there.
Out of Huiling Temple.
Back to the inn.
The waiter came up to him, swept away the wind and snow from Chen Luo's body, and asked with a smile: "Sir, did you go to Dengyun Tower and Huiling Temple?" I heard that
Chen Luo had already gone there.
He smiled and said, "Then the young master must have asked for something. I believe that the young master will get his wish."
Chen Luo smiled slightly and said nothing.
I went back to the room,
took another hot bath, and started studying the Three Dharma Seals of Buddhism again when I had nothing to do.
The first seal is: All deeds are free of charge.
This seal has been studied thoroughly...
whether it is incense or refining energy, it can be used naturally.
The second seal is: All Dharmas have no self.
I've only just finished practicing this seal halfway...
but I think the day of success is not far away.
Strange to say.
Whether it’s the six magical powers of Buddhism or not.
It's better to have three seals.
These are obviously extremely powerful seals, but it seems that no one has heard of them yet.
But just thinking about it...
any martial arts has limitations on strength.
It’s not like everyone in the world is like me, ignoring the rules to exist, breaking through life and death, becoming an immortal in the world of mortals...
when the time comes.
Or if one day the great power of Buddhism awakens, these six magical powers or the three seals will probably be available to the public.
I just don’t know if it will be my own Qi Liushu, the Three Seals of Heaven, Earth and Man, or theirs that will be more powerful when the time comes.
Thinking of this, Chen Luo shook his head.
It's better to never know this question.
No fighting, no grabbing.
Avoid arrogance and jealousy.
The best is like water, and you have no fight with the world...
Eunuch Chen, Eunuch Chen, don't mess up your character.
There are thousands of avenues in this world, but only the Tao is eternal.
Now that you have lived forever, you should be a little more timid.
You can't suffer much loss.
After studying until midnight, I took out another book and read it. Occasionally I clicked my tongue a few times, sometimes I was full of disdain, but in the end I was astonished.
It's not like I haven't seen it before.
I just always need some comfort.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment.
"Who?"
"Sir, it's me..."
The waiter's voice was a little low.
"What's going on?"
"Do you need someone to accompany you?"
The waiter's voice was still very low, but he added: "There are women in our inn, they are all new arrivals and they are still young."
Chen Luo was shocked. .
And this service?
When did Fengzhou become so friendly to the people?
Chen Luo thought so too.
On this snowy winter day, when you lie in bed, the bed turns into a devil, sealing you tightly. If you step away from it, you will be doomed.
If a fair-skinned, beautiful and delicate girl could help at this time, then the devil would naturally have nothing to fear.
But...
lower your head.
Take a look.
Chen Luo sighed.
In the end, he was powerless.
I had no choice but to give up.
The waiter didn't want to ask anymore, he just expressed his regret.
It was said that a pair of sisters had just arrived.
As soon as these words came out, Chen Luo immediately gritted his teeth and swallowed.
Grass!
Damn eunuch!
Is this immortality of any use?
[You have suffered a huge mental blow, and your mood has plummeted!
PS: Reading can calm the mind, reading can concentrate the mind, and the four arts can nourish the mind...]
Even so.
But it was a blow after all.
Tossing and turning.
Anyway, I can't sleep anymore.
The pillow on the left became an eyesore.
The pillow on the right side was also particularly annoying,
so I struggled like this until midnight before falling asleep... In a daze, Chen Luo was in the sea of consciousness, and the Nascent Soul on the pedestal suddenly opened his eyes.
Chen Luo opened his eyes.
He turned over.
Sitting on the bedside.
His body became transparent and every detail of his clothes was visible.
The sweet sleeping person lying under him turned out to be him... He
lowered his head, looked at himself, and then at 'himself'.
Chen Luo laughed.
The fetal movement state...
is a bit special.
He didn't expect that this realm of soul travel, which was only available in the Nascent Soul stage, could be learned by him.
Look back.
There is already one more person in the room.
This man is a bit older, with white hair and a white beard.
Wearing the attire of a high-ranking official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he has an extremely strong scent of incense. His figure is a little thin, but he is also kind-hearted.
The moment he saw Chen Luo getting up.
He quickly saluted.
"Chen Jiang Shuhe... pays homage to the Imperial Master..."
Even though he didn't say his name, Chen Luo recognized him.
It is no different from the clay statues in Huiling Temple...
but it is the National Master...
this title is a bit old.
"Are you a veteran from the Jianwu Emperor's period?"
He was a national advisor only during the Jianwu Emperor's period.
"Yes..."
"How did you recognize our family?"
"The old minister was the Minister of Rites of the Jianwu Dynasty. The old minister's conferment ceremony happened to be the ceremony held by the old minister. As soon as the imperial minister entered the temple, the old minister recognized the imperial master. I'm sorry for bothering you so late at night. Please forgive me for disturbing me."
"It seems that something is wrong, Master Shangshu?"
The old minister sighed:
"I came here to ask for help. Please save me."
(End of this chapter)