There were many people in Chang'an who saw Dong Zhongshu's joke.
No matter how famous the talent was in the past, the result was known when Nan Zhong Shu and Bei Shen Pei met.
It only takes a short battle to go from a bustling crowd to a deserted one.
If this was not an internal dispute within Confucianism, this battle would be enough to discredit Dong Zhongshu.
"Good fortune and misfortune always depend on each other, just take it easy!"
Zhang Xuezhou had no idea how to change the internal disputes within the Confucian sect, and could only advise Dong Zhongshu to be magnanimous and look away.
"I have always been dependent on misfortunes, and I have never seen blessings at all." Dong Zhongshu sighed: "I have been going smoothly for more than ten years, but I never knew that it would be so miserable when I fell!"
"It's good to be able to save your life!" Zhang Xuezhou advised.
He couldn't help but look at Rong Tianding. Rong Tianding was also sad, but also happy.
Staying alive is indeed important.
Some people are not afraid of anything, but they have never experienced death.
For anyone who has been close to death or is an elderly person, the greatest fear is death.
Correspondingly, it was lucky that Dong Zhongshu was still safe after the fight.
"Save your life, alas!"
Dong Zhongshu let out a long sigh, feeling that it was not easy to save his life.
He managed to stabilize his body with great difficulty, but the fight with Shen Peigong worsened his internal symptoms again, and he was reduced to a disabled person again. If it were not for the Nine-turn Aiki Technique to hang his life, it would be very difficult for Dong Zhongshu to survive.
Dong Zhongshu could only be glad that he was not a domineering person in the past, and when he was in decline, he was taken advantage of by others to make trouble.
"When you recited tomb sutras in the past, it was to heal your injuries. Why do the injuries keep recurring? Is it because you just prayed for General Li to temporarily stabilize his body?" Zhang Xuezhou asked: "Or maybe you haven't realized your wish yet. ?”
"My tomb scripture!"
Dong Zhongshu believed that it was not appropriate to tell others about his personal wishes, but his wish to pray for the tomb scriptures was somewhat related to his injury, but it was not so closely related.
The power of this wish is similar to that of ordinary people praying to gods and Buddhas. Dong Zhongshu was not sure whether it was reliable or not.
"You ask me this, does it mean your wish has come true?" Dong Zhongshu asked after thinking about it.
"My wish has come true." Zhang Xuezhou nodded: "Although I don't like it that much, it has indeed achieved the power of my wish!"
"Really accomplished?"
Dong Zhongshu had a look of astonishment on his face.
Huang-Lao's theory is metaphysical and mysterious. Although it is widely circulated, it is mixed with the "goddess theory" mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou, making it difficult to distinguish whether the effect is real or not. There are many rumors and rumors that make it difficult to distinguish.
Everyone's current information comes from Zhang Xuezhou, and the source of Zhang Xuezhou's information comes from King Huainan.
But the authenticity of this information can only depend on fate. Whether it is really realized or achieved by chance, it is actually difficult for everyone to tell. It is more of a belief that people will succeed and believe that they will succeed.
If other people think so, Dong Zhongshu will just assume that the other party has a good ending.
For Zhang Xuezhou, the person who proposed the 'goddess theory', to think so, it must be that Zhang Xuezhou has realized his wish, and even the other party's wish has come true so that Zhang Xuezhou cannot refute it.
In other words, the "Grave Sutra" really worked.
"Is there anything strange when you realize your wish?" Dong Zhongshu asked in a low voice.
"I would like to tell you, but you may not believe me if I tell you this, and you may not be happy to hear it," Zhang Xuezhou said, spreading his hands.
"I don't believe it? I'm unhappy?"
"I think it's hard for you to believe it, and you'll also be unhappy," Zhang Xuezhou said, "Of course, if you force me to tell you, I can tell you."
"Then I really want to listen to it and see how disbelieving and unhappy you make me feel when your wish comes true!"
Dong Zhongshu looked at himself and felt that his fate could not be any more miserable.
It would have been worse to hear something, which he found hard to believe.
Especially since this involved his sincere theory of the Grave Sutra, Dong Zhongshu felt that he needed another reference so that he could more accurately judge his own status.
"Since you are willing to listen, let me tell you about my unfortunate and bizarre experience..."
As long as the matter can be confirmed, the fight between Emperor Jing, King Liang and King Huainan can make many people's heads fall off.
There is no benefit for Zhang Xuezhou to tell these things, but Zhang Xuezhou does not mind using this as an opportunity to discuss more Huang-Lao studies with Dong Zhongshu, and to seek more possibilities.
He spoke in a low voice.
Dong Zhongshu frowned deeply. He repeatedly wanted to stop Zhang Xuezhou from continuing, but he listened to the whole thing.
It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou's wish when he mentioned the tomb scripture pulled a sword to cut off the head of the white dragon that King Liang had transformed into that Dong Zhongshu felt a chill in his heart.
"Chixiao!"
Zhang Xuezhou's identity and status made it difficult for him to enter the palace, so it was impossible for him to see the sword.
But Dong Zhongshu has seen it before.
This is the biggest evidence that Zhang Xuezhou narrated this matter. Zhang Xuezhou, who had never seen the Scarlet Sky Sword, described the shape of the sword, which was exactly the same as the Scarlet Sky Sword in the Secret Pavilion of the Imperial Palace.
This forced Dong Zhongshu to believe that everything Zhang Xuezhou said was true, and did not suspect Zhang Xuezhou of telling lies.
And this wish was realized with the help of Emperor Jing, and Jingsou Yu's words could not be false, which also confirmed the role of the tomb sutra.
But as long as we think about the complicated and intertwined relationships among them, the death of Emperor Jing is closely related to this, and it even involves the rebellion of King Liang, the matter of King Huainan, and even the truth that Emperor Jing has multiple bodies, Dong Zhongshu would indeed rather himself Never heard of these things.
"Whoever gets involved in this kind of thing will lose their head, or even kill the Nine Clan," Dong Zhongshu warned in a low voice: "Don't talk about these things everywhere in the future, keep this kind of thing in your heart, and never mention it again!"
"This is not because Master is an upright person, so let me explain it." Zhang Xuezhou said in shock: "What? You actually believe such outrageous things without any doubt?"
"I believe it," Dong Zhongshu nodded.
"Then you disappoint me so much!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked resentful.
His narration was bizarre and outrageous. Emperor Jing turned into a golden dragon, King Huainan turned into a horned dragon, and King Liang turned into a white dragon. Normal people couldn't believe it. For example, Rong Tianding took it as ridiculous.
But Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect that Dong Zhongshu would directly transcend these ridiculous and unbelievable things and directly choose to believe it.
This made Zhang Xuezhou full of complaints and unable to explain.
"You are talking about the battle of 'luck'" Dong Zhongshu thought for a moment before saying: "This is similar to us monks using Yang soul to fight with spells. It is extremely demanding to achieve this kind of practice, but this kind of cultivation method does exist in the world. This This kind of cultivation method is different from our normal cultivation, and it is difficult to achieve it. More importantly, this ability can only be exerted under certain conditions. If he does not practice other techniques, this kind of monk is almost equivalent to a useless person."
Dong Zhongshu undoubtedly had a lot of knowledge. He introduced in a low voice the monks who practiced the "luck" technique.
The practice of luck is not to provide strong combat power, but to control one's own luck so that one's luck can be prosperous.
This belongs to Huangshu in Huanglao's studies. Huang in Huanglao's studies refers to Huangdi, and Huangshu is also an extremely secretive emperor's technique.
'Luck' only exists in a very small circle, and ordinary people can't even see this kind of technique.
"There is also a drawback to the luck technique," Dong Zhongshu said in a low voice: "It is said that practicing this kind of technique to a certain level can start a battle of luck. A strong person can kill a weak practitioner through luck skills under certain conditions, even if they are separated by Wanshui Qianshan is no exception!”
"Is this a spell..."
"As long as you don't practice luck, those who practice luck will not be able to target you. This is also the biggest difference between luck and incantation!"
Emperor Jing was dead, King Liang was dead, and the life or death of King Huainan was uncertain. The new emperor had only been on the throne for a few months, and the ability of fortune practitioners in the Han Dynasty was almost at the lowest level.
Without the control of powerful people, this is the best stage for practicing 'luck'.
Dong Zhongshu's fingers trembled slightly.
If he wants to realize his wish, he must at least be able to wait until it happens.
It would lack meaning to Dong Zhongshu if his wish came true hundreds of years after his death.
Dong Zhongshu also had to consider all the troubles caused by practicing luck. He even needed to avoid conflicts that would inevitably arise in the future, and he also needed to obtain the secret records of luck in the royal secret pavilion.
"Dong Zhongshu, the half-month period has passed!"
When Dong Zhongshu was thinking a lot, he heard a loud shout outside the house, which made his face suddenly look ugly.
