"Demon King?"
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, pretended not to know, and snorted coldly.
"I have long expected that Buddhism and Taoism will not be reconciled and will definitely throw dirty water on my junior brother."
Qin Zheng was slightly startled when he heard this: "Junior brother?"
"Daojun Xuanxiao is none other than Junior Brother Pindao."
Zhou Yi definitely did not deliberately take advantage of Xiao Tiezhu. He was old enough to be a grandfather, and he was more than enough to be a senior brother.
If you really have an opinion, please let him stand up and speak!
Qin Zheng suddenly regretted asking. This matter involves the immortal's secrets. No matter how gentle and close he is, he must always maintain a sense of awe.
The difference between immortals and mortals is heavier than father and son, monarch and minister.
However, now that the matter has come to this, Qin Zheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to ask: "So the records in the real person's book are all true?"
"Back then, the poor Taoist advised him not to go down the mountain. There were so many disasters in the world, and more than ten million people died from floods and droughts in the past dynasties."
Zhou Yi sighed: "My junior brother said that natural disasters are different from man-made disasters, so he gave up his path to immortality and fought to the death with the ancestors of Buddhism and Taoism. As a result, his body died and his Taoism disappeared, and he became infamous."
"The Taoist Lord sacrifices himself for others and should be enshrined and respected by future generations."
Qin Zheng said solemnly: "When I go back, I will definitely rectify the name of Taoist Lord and burn all those Buddhist and Taoist apocryphal scriptures!"
"What's the use of truth and lies? People can't be resurrected after death."
Zhou Yi reminded: "Don't think that Buddhism and Taoism are easy to bully. How can the sect that has been passed down from ancient times to this day not have some foundation?"
"What do you mean, Zhenren, there is a magical elixir in Buddhism?"
Qin Zheng's heart moved. Instead of fear, he felt a little greedy.
In the past few days, I have communicated with Lingshen Doll and learned that the outside world is imprisoned by heaven and earth and has no spiritual energy. After learning about this, Qin Zheng was a little discouraged and didn't have much hope of finding the elixir, but now he has confidence again.
"Maybe."
Zhou Yi's speculations and slanders are not groundless. At least those few ancestral treasures will not decline and become mortal objects in just three hundred years.
"I must clear up Daojun's name!"
Qin Zheng swore to the sky, but he still had doubts in his heart and asked: "According to the records in the book, the Taoist monarch has only been incarnate for more than two hundred years. How can he slander Buddhism and Taoism so thoroughly?"
"Mortals have no ability to know what is going on in the world of immortality. They only saw dead people in cities and towns, and continents turned into red earth. They don't even know who the murderer is."
Zhouyi explained: "After my junior brother passed away, those monks who were still living became the only masters of Buddhism and Taoism. The truth was left to them to write books, slander and compile..."
Back then, Xiao Tiezhu suppressed the whole world of Jiuzhou, and it was not just the Buddhists and Taoists who resented him. Even fellow members of the Danding Sect were divided.
Baiyun Temple was unable to protect itself under the overwhelming impact of Buddhism and Taoism, and could only exclude Xuan Xiao as a heretic.
Moreover, the monks of Baiyun Temple may not have any objections. The true king who was in charge of the Taoist temple at that time could theoretically influence the change of imperial power, and even directly replaced the imperial court with a Taoist temple, turning Daqian into a Taoist country similar to the Yizhou Buddhist Kingdom.
As a result, he was suppressed by Xiao Tiezhu and had to obey the orders of the Daqian court. After all the real kings and real people in Guanzhong died, he could no longer compete with the court.
The Daqian court reduced the reputation of Baiyun Temple and attracted the Wanfo Temple to build a temple in Qianjing to balance the two paths of Buddhism and Taoism.
As the years passed, the last group of monks wrote books and established their teachings, which became the classics of the sages.
The disciples of Buddhism and Taoism regard it as a heritage book, and believe from the bottom of their hearts that Xiao Tiezhu is the demon king who will destroy the world. There may be several Buddhist temples and Taoism that know the historical truth, but no one will believe it if they tell it.
As for ordinary believers, they have never even heard of the world of immortality, let alone distinguishing between true and false. The only things they have access to are Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.
History can be described as it pleases, and good, evil, immortals and demons are reversed!
Qin Zheng's expression became more solemn as he listened to Zhou Yi's story, and he held his hands in silence for a long time.
"Thank you for your advice, take this as a lesson! The superiors must have information channels that bypass the ministers. For example, as a monarch, you must establish a royal guard or a department of internal servants, and you must never let the ministers of the court confuse right and wrong!"
"The two are indeed somewhat similar."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but admire in his heart that being an emperor or a person in power was an innate talent.
Ordinary people would be surprised at most when hearing the secret, and would scold Buddhism and Taoism for being shameless, but Qin Zheng drew inferences from one example and contacted the emperor and his ministers.
Among the emperors who were both strong and strong, some easily controlled the affairs of the state, while others ruined the state in a daze.
"Practice your martial arts well. If you want to fight Buddhism and Taoism, you need to be strong. Otherwise, a spell can change the dynasty."
"Spell!"
Qin Zheng has an exquisite mind and is naturally able to grasp the key information of every sentence. When he learned the Buddhist curse and killing technique, he immediately became alert and murderous.
…
Rise at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Farming, eating, and practicing martial arts were a simple life comparable to that of an old farmer. Qin Zheng almost forgot that this was the land of immortals.
"It feels like I'm back when I was a kid, farming with my grandfather. At the beginning, I always cut off the wheat seedlings and got whipped from time to time."
Qin Zheng came back from plowing the fields, poked the hoe on the edge of the pavilion, and skillfully lifted the pot and served rice.
Zhou Yi asked doubtfully: "A noble prince also wants to farm?"
"I dare not hide it from the real person. When I was a child, I didn't know who my father was. I took my mother's surname Jin."
Qin Zheng said with a sad expression: "My grandfather was the great elder of Moyun City. He farmed and practiced martial arts every day. It was not until my father ascended the throne that he took me to the Qing Kingdom. By that time... my mother had been dead for ten years!"
"That's actually the case."
Zhou Yi never thought that there would be such a fate, so he took out the pickles from the storage bag.
"Let's add another dish today!"
Since there are no spirit beasts in captivity, we can only eat rice. The taste of ordinary vegetables is far worse than that of spiritual rice. If we really go to a mortal restaurant to eat food and drink wine, it will be like fireworks and red dust.
Qin Zheng took a piece of ginseng silk, chewed it carefully and said, "This tastes a little weird."
Zhou Yi said: "Maybe it has been marinated for a long time."
Qin Zheng's chopsticks paused slightly: "How many years has it been marinated?"
Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers: "It's not too long, more than a thousand years."
Qin's face turned slightly pale, but he couldn't bear to part with the abundant spiritual energy of the spiritual ginseng. Finally, he closed his eyes and continued to eat.
vomit!
"Don't worry, even if you are poisoned, Pindao can save you!"
Zhou Yi did not continue to ask about Qin Zheng's life experience. Judging from the murder of Da Gan as an envoy, it was obvious that he was not favored by the royal family or the emperor.
Qin Zheng's practice of Qi and Blood martial arts came from Moyun City, which was beyond Zhou Yi's expectation. At that time, Jin Ang spread martial arts widely, and his disciples upheld the teacher's aspirations. It can be said that the method of Qi and Blood cultivation is not a mystery.
In this way, Yunzhou, which has a larger population and more abundant resources, theoretically makes it easier to optimize Qi and Blood Martial Arts, making it suitable for practice in the Age of Ending Dharma.
This refined technique was kept secret by various schools in order to maintain their advantages, and gradually formed a school.
As a result, I heard that Qin Zhenggui was the prince of the Qing Kingdom and still practiced the techniques taught by his grandfather. It was obvious that Moyun City had a significant advantage in Qi and blood body training.
"Perhaps, the method of tempering Qi and blood is suitable for the hundreds of thousands of mountains that compete with the sky for their fate."
Zhou Yi didn't need to ask deliberately. He had a thorough look at Qin Zheng's martial arts with his spiritual consciousness. After all, he had personally seen Qi and Blood Martial Arts come into existence from scratch, and he could barely be called one of the sources of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.
