Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 134 Obtaining the Blessing of the National Luck!The deeds of Daoist Li Dan!Suicide and self-destruction, external killing and external destruction!

"General Wei, I will retire at the end."

Jiang Chen walked out of the imperial envoy's camp slowly, but he thought about it secretly.

Taijiu's sword technique has received the blessing of righteous aura twice in succession, and almost all the mistakes and omissions in his sword technique have been eliminated in the deduction.

If he could receive the blessing of the Demon Slayer Spirit Light two or three more times, he might be able to be promoted to the legendary Legion Martial Skill.

pity.

Now, Luojiao is dormant in the dark, and Jiang Chen can't find any traces of evil spirits from outside the world for a while, so he can only give up this way.

"Fortunately... there is also the method of grinding kung fu with water. No matter what kind of martial art it is, if you persevere over time, there will be a moment when it will turn decay into magic."

Jiang Chen pondered carefully as he walked towards the teaching room where the old head of the village was.

He immediately thought of the scarlet fate number [Intellectuals], as long as there are enough blood vessels, he can infinitely extend the thinking time in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Or.

Think faster!
The outside time scale has not changed in any way, it just speeds up Jiang Chen's own thinking speed!

but--

This path was also blocked.

Jiang Chen rested his forehead and sighed.

[Scholar of Ingenuity] has fallen into silence, and will not return to normal until at least seven days later.

This is the inevitable result of damaged fate.

"Is there any way to make [Scholar of Talent] recover early?"

Jiang Chen thought about it and thought of a possible solution.

The trouble should end it!
[Scholar of Wisdom] comes from the emperor's oral order, which is essentially the result of the blessing of the national fortune.

If you can get an extra blessing of national luck, the damage suffered by [Scholar of Ingenuity] will naturally be healed!

"Dongfang Daoist..."

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat.

The only person who could make a fortune for the country is this old Taoist priest who is quite greedy for money but has great powers, an oriental hero!

Think about this.

Jiang Chen immediately turned around and ran quickly to the area where the Taoist priests accompanying the army were located.

…………

Taoist camp area.

Dongfang Hero lay on the soft bed, holding the [-]-acre land deed that belonged to Jiang Chen in both hands, counting over and over again, and said with a happy smile:
"Get rich~"

"A mere five hundred masters, how can I get 800 taels of silver in a short time?"

"When the war is over, these land deeds used as collateral will be the private property of the poor~"

The voice just fell.

Jiang Chen opened the curtain and walked into the tent with a smile.

"Ginger, Jiang Wubaizhu?"

Dongfang Hero was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly jumped off the bed, frowning tightly, but still managed to force a smile:
"Pindao just said casually just now, don't take it to heart, as long as you can take out [-] taels of silver before the end of the war, these land deeds will naturally be returned in full and returned to the original owner."

"No, Daoist Dongfang, you misunderstood!"

Jiang Chen never showed any resentment on his face, instead he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly:
"I came here this time not to have any ideas about the loan agreement, but... to send you money!"

As soon as Dongfang Hero heard about the money, he immediately felt relieved, and his frowning brows and eyes immediately relaxed.

He stretched out his hand and shook the whisk.

A trace of multicolored brilliance floated with some cups and tea leaves.

The clear water in the kettle on the side also boiled rapidly in a short time, and quickly rushed into the teapot.

Just a few short breaths.

A pot of hot tea is brewed.

If mortals see it, they will definitely mistake it for the tricks of the gods.

Dongfang Hero picked up the teacup and said with a calm smile:
"Master Jiang Wubai, drink tea, let's talk slowly."

Jiang Chen glanced at Dongfang Hero, then took out the last [-]-acre land deed from his bosom and placed it on the table.

This is the land deed he got when he was promoted to a hundred generals.

It is also the last high-quality asset in hand.

Holding the fragrant tea in his hand, Jiang Chen said in a leisurely manner:

"Since you like the land deed, these should also be mortgaged."

Seeing these contracts written in black and white, Dongfang Hero suddenly wavered in his heart.

The development of Taoist temples often requires a lot of fields.

Only by owning land and tenant farmers and becoming a big landlord in a certain county can Taoist temples truly take root in Qingzhou and recruit believers.

However, county magistrates or magistrates in various places often tacitly suppress the development of Taoist temples and strictly restrict Taoist sects from land mergers.

In the past few years, the heroes of the East often spent a lot of effort to get more than ten acres of land, and most of them were mountain fields and bad fields.

It was precisely for the sake of obtaining land that many Taoist priests voluntarily joined the army to conquer the West in order to gain meritorious service in exchange for land.

There is a hint of longing in the eyes of the Eastern Hero:
"Master Jiang Wubai, if you have any ideas, please speak up. If the poor can do it, I will definitely do it."

Jiang Chen smiled:

"Is there any way to get some extra blessings from the national fortune, even if it's only a small part."

Hear this.

Dongfang Hero pondered for a long time and thought for a while before saying:

"Things related to the fate of the country have always been extremely rare. In my hand, I only have the ancient painting of Fu Jiezi punishing King Loulan, which has a similar effect."

"If you reduce Loulan's national fortune, you will naturally receive the blessing of David's national fortune."

"But the soul of Yan Wanquan, king of the ninth generation of Loulan, has been shattered..."

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth rose slightly, and he immediately interrupted:
"500 taels!"

The Eastern Hero stopped talking immediately.

Ordinary hundred generals, if they don't drink the blood of soldiers and don't eat or drink for a year, they can only save six or seven hundred taels of silver, 700 taels is already a huge sum!

Even if it is five hundred masters, the total annual harvest will rarely exceed 3000 taels.

Jiang Chen condensed his face, and said lightly:
"Master Dao, this is a military camp, and it's the territory of soldiers. If you are too greedy, there will be no good end!"

Hearing these slightly warning words.

Dongfang Hero's heart skipped a beat, and he came back to his senses in an instant. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. After a long time, he chuckled lightly:
"just kill me."

"Eh?"

"what did you say?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a while, completely unexpected that the Taoist priest of the Eastern Hero would say such decisive words, and was a little confused for a while:

"Master Daoist, it's just a few taels of silver. It's not a matter of asking the price to pay back the money on the ground, it's not going to kill you, right?"

The Eastern Hero laughed loudly:

"Jiang Wubaizhu, you misunderstood, let me speak to you slowly."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Oh?"

"All ears."

Dongfang Hero pondered for a few breaths, thought secretly in his heart, and thought to himself:

"Jiang Chen is now the master of five hundred, and some secrets are not secrets, so it doesn't hurt to tell him."

Think about this.

He then explained in detail the ancient secret about "everyone who enters the Taoist sect will have empty luck"!
About it.

It also needs to start with the Taoist ancestor Li Dan traveling around Kyushu.

"At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Taoist ancestor rode upside down on a green bull and came to the land of Zhongzhou."

"At that time, Zhizhao, Weihan, and the four great ministers took turns in charge of the power of the Jin Kingdom, using the nine tripods to gather the luck of the world and overwhelm the princes of the world!"

"Uncle Zhi boasted that he was blessed by the destiny, and believed that all living beings in the world should submit to him, so he ordered Taoist ancestors to go to the capital of the country to support the state of Jin."

"However."

"The Taoist ancestor shook his head, and said: Luck is nothing but flowers blooming like brocades, and fate is available but not dependable. After finishing speaking, he left Zhongzhou."

"It's only a few years of work."

"Zhao Xiangzi took the lead in rebelling against Zhibo's rule, and the Wei and Han Erqings also quickly rebelled. The three families together divided up the land of Zhibo and the other two young ministers."

"The state of Jin also perished because of this."

Jiang Chen's heart moved, and he asked:

"Destiny... What kind of destiny does Uncle Zhi have?"

The Eastern Hero replied:

"Emperor Ziwei's order!"

"This is the first-class destiny in the world, and it is extremely noble!"

"Uncle Zhi originally had the supreme destiny to become the overlord of Kyushu, but he never cared about the life and death of the people, and he did not pay attention to the training of soldiers.

in short.

Son of Heaven, those who have strong soldiers and strong horses will do it!
Jiang Chen mused thoughtfully, and said:
"Luck can be the icing on the cake, or it can be a gift in the snow, but the real foundation of life and death is the person himself..."

The Eastern hero stroked his beard and praised:
"Jiang Wubaizhu, you have great luck, but spend money to seek a little bit of national luck from the poor. How is it different from Zhi Bo, who died in the past?"

"It's a good thing that you can wake up now."

Only then did Jiang Chen realize that Taoist Dongfang told him about the deeds of the Taoist ancestor, but he was actually out of good intentions. He was admonishing him not to be too obsessed with the theory of luck and fate, so he couldn't help admiring secretly:
"Although Taoist Priest Dongfang is a bit greedy for money, he is also a truly virtuous Taoist priest!"

Think about this.

Jiang Chen stood up, bowed deeply to the Eastern Hero first, and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Taoist priest, for your advice and advice, I will keep it in mind, but...

I do have an urgent matter that urgently needs the blessing of luck. I hope that the Taoist master will not hesitate to enlighten me and tell me the real way to obtain national luck. "

Dongfang Hero lightly took a sip of the fragrant tea, and the aroma of the tea immediately filled his nostrils, and he continued:

"I still say the same thing - kill me."

Jiang Chen was stunned, frowned and said:
"Daoist Dongfang, are you serious?"

Followed by.

Only then did the Eastern Hero calmly tell about the deeds of Dao Patriarch Li Dan after he left Zhongzhou...

In just a few years.

The three families are divided into Jin, and the world is terrified!
No one expected that Bo Zhi, who was carrying the order of Emperor Ziwei, died at the hands of Zhao Xiangzi, and even the skull was made into a wine vessel.

And Taoist Patriarch Li Dan also traveled all over Kyushu in this year, tired of seeing everything in the world, passed down a lot of Taoism, rode upside down on a green bull, and went west to Hangu Pass!

Before exiting customs.

Several fighting generals Marquis Wu, who had received the teachings of the Taoist ancestors, were also the ancestors of various Taoist schools in Kyushu in the future. They all stood at the pass to see the master off.

Li Dan had no long possessions, so he took the newly destroyed state of Jin as an example, and explained the truth:
"If a country as powerful as Jin is attacked from outside, it will not be able to kill it for a while. This is the principle of 'a centipede is dead but not stiff'."

"If we encounter changes unseen in a thousand years, maybe we can usher in a moment of revival."

"You must first commit suicide at home before you can be completely defeated!"

All the patriarchs felt something in their hearts, and the luck around them suddenly disappeared, and they mastered a very unique spell of destroying luck, called——

The method of extermination and external killing!

Strip off your luck and turn it into a projection.

If anyone kills this projection, his luck and karma will be transferred to that person.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized:

"I see!"

"Do you want me to... kill your excess luck?"

"Ruzi can be taught!"

The Eastern Hero exclaimed, laughed loudly and said:
"Pindao has been with the army for a long time, accumulated meritorious service, and also contaminated a lot of external luck."

"500 taels, cut the poor road once, whether you can get some luck from the projection, it depends on your own ability."

Saying that, getting up, the Eastern Hero walked out of the camp slowly, found an empty space, and drew a multicolored figure in mid-air, and finally condensed into a figure that was the same as the Eastern Hero. A whisk.

"excuse me!"

Jiang Chen raised the magic soldier's tiger wings and looked coldly at the projection in midair.

Dongfang Hero took a few steps back, found a reclining chair, and lay on it sideways, with an expression of eating melons and watching a show, but his thoughts diverged, and he suddenly remembered:
"correct!"

"As the son of destiny, Uncle Zhi is blessed with luck and destiny, and his corpse is also a first-class consumable for refining weapons. With a little refining, it can be refined into a sharp weapon of a magic weapon. Is it possible..."

"Zhao Xiangzi's wine vessel made from Zhibo's skull is also a divine vessel?"

…………

Beihuang City.

Liu Chuanzhi rode a black dragon horse and stared at the city wall coldly. Behind him were five thousand soldiers from Qingzhou. They were mighty and bloody!
On the city wall, on the left and right sides of the Lord of the Northern Wilderness, most of them are members of the Luo religion, shouting in unison:

"General Liu, we are waiting for Beihuang City, and we have collected all the consumables needed for the Ghost Gate Gate. If you fight, you will be destroyed!"

Hear this.

The two lieutenants beside Liu Chuanzhi, Feng Wu and Feng Wen all frowned and reminded:

"During the time of Dongli City, the Great Witch Zhu of the Luo Sect was not yet ready, so he hurriedly faced the battle. He only opened an extremely broken ghost gate, and it was destroyed early."

"If that's the case, nearly five hundred Qingzhou soldiers were killed and wounded in one go."

Liu Chuanzhi's face was covered with a layer of cool frost, and when he opened his mouth, there was an unquestionable majesty:

"If Ghost Gate is really summoned, I will take action to solve it."

Hearing this, the two lieutenants surnamed Feng felt relieved, and immediately mobilized Qingzhou sergeants to attack the city at high speed!
See this situation.

The Northern Wilderness City Lord was furious, and immediately ordered many Luo Sect disciples to do it.

In his opinion, even if all the people in his family died, he would never allow Dongman to take away his territory!

Soon.

In the center of the city.

A cool moonlight fell.

The gray and cold mist quietly filled the space between the sky and the earth.

And above the most central Hou Mansion in Beihuang City, a spooky gate suddenly appeared!

The gate is extremely simple and old, a bit hazy and unclear, but thousands of Qingzhou soldiers can clearly see the three ancient official script characters on the top——

gate of hell!
There was a burst of mourning and melody that can only be heard during a funeral, the gate of ghosts slowly opened, and thousands of figures floated out lightly, among them, there were seven ghosts who had reached the level of ghost generals!

Ghostly!

moment!

Thousands of Qingzhou soldiers trembled all over, feeling a certain breath of terror and death, approaching themselves and others.

It is also at this time.

Liu Chuanzhi rode a black flood dragon horse, stepped forward step by step, walked up to thousands of Qingzhou soldiers, stared at the extremely terrifying ghost gate, and took out an ancient wine vessel made of human skulls from his bosom.

(End of this chapter)