Chapter 327 Three Buddhas Offering Treasures Bureau
Agent of Kuangfu Society?
Zhao Duan was really surprised when he heard the middle-aged man announcing his identity.
After Zhuang Xiaocheng left, the two sub-rudders in succession fell into disgrace. According to the information ascertained by the imperial office, the rebels in the capital now have no leader.
It is only managed by senior members in the city... Is this the one in front of you?
An agent who does not have the title of helmsman, but actually controls the real power?
The national master Yaodao actually sent a big fish of this level directly in front of him... His behavior was just as Zhenbao said, surly and flamboyant... Well, if this middle-aged man didn't lie.
Many thoughts flashed through my mind.
A sneer appeared on Zhao Duan's face:
"Listen to what you are saying? As far as I know, that demon is the best at bewitching others with words. Do you think I will be fooled by this? Why not capture you directly? Put you in prison and interrogate slowly?"
The shopkeeper of the ready-to-wear shop smiled and said:
"Because the Imperial Preceptor knows that with your ability, you will not be afraid of the so-called words and miss the opportunity to talk to us. What's more, it's just me sitting here, not the Imperial Preceptor, so how can we confuse you?"
Zhao Duan's eyes stopped on this man's bloodshot eyeballs.
Although he looks kind, the smile on his face always has a bit of evil... It's obviously not normal!
This situation was not mentioned at the Umrah meeting.
Obviously, the abilities mastered by the demon are far richer than the imperial court knew.
"Oh, the master behind you guessed it right. I really want to hear what you want to say when you come here." Zhao Duan suddenly smiled, and then said suddenly and indifferently:
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, what did the demon ask you to do?"
The middle-aged man had a sincere expression: "The Imperial Master would like to ask you to abandon the dark side and join the bright side, join the Kuang Fu Society, and work together to achieve a great cause."
Zhao Duan was stunned, and his first reaction was that he heard wrongly.
But when he saw the serious and sincere look of the other party, a ridiculous emotion came over him.
He let out a "ha", couldn't help but change his sitting position, and mocked:
"Is that evil spirit crazy, or is Zhuang Xiaocheng crazy? Or are you gang of traitors crazy?"
Persuade to surrender?
Abandon darkness and embrace light?
Let him seek refuge with Kuangfu Society?
Zhao Duan laughed angrily. At this time, the copper hotpot in front of him was boiling with water.
He picked up the long chopsticks, picked up two jasper cabbage leaves on the plate and put them into the pot, his expression became very natural:
"Why do you think I should seek refuge with you? Just because the imperial court is getting stronger and stronger, while you are withering away?"
The middle-aged clothing shop owner did not smile. He leaned forward slightly, his expression still serious:
"Does your Excellency find it ridiculous?"
"Isn't it ridiculous?" Zhao Duan asked back.
The middle-aged rebel shook his head and sighed:
"It seems that your Excellency is just like the vegetables in this pot. You only feel the temperature of the water and don't know yet. After all, you are what others eat and what you eat on the plate."
After a pause, he continued:
"Perhaps in your eyes, you have been very proud of yourself recently. Your power in the court has been rising steadily. You have repeatedly worked for the puppet emperor, brought down political opponents one after another, and killed two Tiangangs in our Kuangfu society. You can expect to be the prime minister and assistant in the future... But , Your Excellency is blinded by a leaf, and you are deeply involved in the situation, but you don’t know it.”
These words were quite intimidating in the style of a street fortune teller.
Zhao Duan wouldn't have cared about it at first, but for some reason, he had some expectations.
Zhao Duan held his long chopsticks, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a smile:
"Situation? What situation am I in? Can you tell me?"
In his demeanor, he looked like he was watching your performance.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to care at all, but asked with a smile: "Have you read "The Book of Departure from the Buddha's Country"?"
"The Book of Departure from the Buddha's Country" is a very ancient book in this world. It records many stories about Buddhist gods and Buddhas thousands of years ago.
It is regarded as a myth in this world. Its earliest origin is difficult to verify, but it has been widely circulated. It has been adapted into operas and is also a quite classic story among teahouse storytellers.
Zhao Duan had never read the original version, but had heard some fragmentary stories, so he had a superficial understanding and nodded.
The middle-aged man said:
"In "Record of the Buddha's Kingdom", there is a story that tells that there are Buddhas in the Buddhist Kingdom, and the Supreme World Honored One controls all the Buddhas like a human emperor. And among the Buddhas, there are three great Buddhas who are the most powerful, because they Each is in charge of a powerful magical weapon."
"The King Buddha holds the prayer wheel. When the shaft moves, the Buddhist scriptures contained in it will shine brightly, which can reverse time and interfere with reincarnation."
"Baoguang Buddha holds the green lantern, and the little fire contained within it can burn the three realms."
"The Medicine Buddha holds the seven-color conch in his hand. When he plays it, it can make millions of living beings become intoxicated and surrender."
He continued:
"The three great Buddhas, relying on the magic tools in their hands, have become more and more powerful in the Buddha's kingdom, stirring up troubles and storms. Even the World Honored One is helpless. The World Honored One wants to take back the three magic tools, but he is worried that the three great Buddhas will not do it.
If they forcefully ask for it, they are afraid that the three Buddhas may bring their magic weapons and turn to evil spirits, or they may leave the Buddhist kingdom and set up their own branch. When the World Honored One is distressed, he will make a plan to take back the magic weapons. "He fell asleep in the name of seclusion, but secretly found a mortal practitioner named Moro, taught him his supreme technique, and guided Moro into the Buddha's kingdom.
Moro had an unruly character. After rushing into the Buddhist kingdom, he tore up the scriptures in the prayer wheel, blew out the flames on the green lanterns, and blocked the colorful conch with sand and dust, making it unable to make a sound... causing chaos in the Buddhist kingdom. "
Wait...this story sounds a bit familiar...what otherworldly version of "Havoc in Heaven"?
...Zhao Duan gradually fell into trance without interrupting.
The middle-aged shopkeeper continued:
"Mara Practitioner caused chaos in the entire Buddhist kingdom, and the three great Buddhas also suffered from headaches. At the critical moment, the World Honored One came out of seclusion, furious, and suppressed Mara with great power, restoring peace to the Buddhist kingdom.
He repainted the scriptures, repaired the prayer wheel, walked south to the Flame Sky, borrowed sacred fire to relight the green lantern, and dredged the colorful conch from the East China Sea...
The three great Buddhas, King Wang, Bao Guang, and Medicine Master, were grateful for their kindness. The World Honored One also took advantage of this battle to take back the three great magic weapons without any hindrance. "
After a pause, he said seriously:
"The game laid out by the World Honored One is the 'Three Buddhas Offering Treasures Game.' The strategy laid down by the World Honored One is an orthodox strategy. Many people in later generations will imitate it."
"In the past, when the general led the army in the Western Expedition, there was a shortage of food in the army. In order to prevent the morale of the army from wandering, he deliberately asked the army's food distribution officer to use small dendrobium to distribute food to the soldiers. When the soldiers were furious and the crowd became angry, the general had the food distribution officer publicly beheaded. Kill them and declare that the rice grains have been corrupted by this moth, and the soldiers' anger immediately subsides."
"Further back, the former Ling Emperor enfeoffed the feudal lords. In order to prevent the royal vassal king from becoming bigger, he issued a favor and ordered the vassal princes to divide the vassal land equally among their heirs. What should have been a struggle between the vassal king and the emperor was transformed into a struggle between the vassal princes... "
"All of this is no different from the 'Three Buddhas Treasure Presentation Bureau'."
The middle-aged man said all this in one breath.
He leaned forward, holding the corners of the table with both hands, and stared at the pensive Zhao Duan with his bloodshot eyes, and his voice could not help but increase:
"Your Excellency, what do you think is the difference between the situation you are in now and the treasures offered by the Three Buddhas?"
There was an invisible bewitching power in his voice:
“Nowadays, the pseudo-emperor is in power and is the enemy of the eight kings, but in the final analysis, the fight between the pseudo-emperor and the eight kings is still an internal struggle between the children of the royal family.
Do you think that if the false emperor becomes more powerful and secures the throne, he will really kill all the eight kings? No! She won't!
She would not commit such a serious crime. Now she is advocating that the second prince killed his brother, his father, and his sisters. She stood up and ascended the throne in the name of justice. How could she kill her uncle's family members? Bearing eternal infamy? "
"But... the struggle with the Eight Kings is inevitable. Therefore, if the false emperor is the 'World Honored One' and the eight kings are the 'Three Buddhas', then the false emperor also needs to find a 'Walker Mara' and let him cause a fight. .
On the surface, she will be affectionate to the Eight Kings, respect her as an uncle, treat the prince and the princess as sisters, she is kind and kind on the surface, but secretly she sends ministers like you to fight...
It's okay for now, but if she waits for her to secure her position, the eight kings will no longer resist, and the Xu royal family will make peace.
When the time comes... do you think the pseudo-emperor will kill you publicly, saying that you were targeting the princes privately, or that he was incited and bewitched by you? To maintain the warmth of the royal family? ! "
The middle-aged shopkeeper spoke faster and faster, and his eyes became redder and redder.
Deep in the pupils, there are two whirlpool-like dark eyes shining with brilliance, rippling with invisible power.
Zhao Duan, who was sitting opposite and listening, had to be convinced, believe, and think about this possibility.
"Gurgling..."
The copper pot on the table was boiling again, with huge bubbles forming.
The white soup is filled with tofu, vegetables, and overcooked pale mutton rolls.
Zhao Duan was in a trance. He woke up from listening, as if he had a dream, and looked across the copper pot.
The middle-aged shopkeeper has sat upright again, holding the melon-skin hat in both hands, like a gentleman, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Pah...pah...pah..."
In the private room, Zhao Duan's gentle applause suddenly sounded.
He clapped his hands gently, with a look of admiration on his face, and said meaningfully:
"What a three-Buddha treasure offering ceremony, what a beguiling national master, what a heart-breaking argument. So, these words were handed over to you by the evil way and asked you to tell them to me to seduce me into betraying the enemy?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. In fact, the Imperial Master never confuses others."
"Oh?" Zhao Duan was really surprised.
Just listen to the middle-aged man explain seriously:
"The Imperial Preceptor never deceives others. The Imperial Preceptor only draws out and amplifies people's inherent desires and fears. We know that some people in the court said that the second prince Jian Wen was bewitched by the Imperial Preceptor when he made the coup."
He sneered, as if scorning this statement, shook his head and said:
"It's a good excuse to shirk the blame, but in fact, if the second prince has no intention of seizing power through a coup in his heart, the imperial master cannot bewitch him. The so-called bewitchment requires you to have that idea in your heart first. If you have no desire in your heart, you can't bewitched. ”
"People will resist what they don't like to hear, but they will only listen to what they want to hear."
"So the old emperor wanted to live forever and hoped to hear that there was a magic method that could help him live forever. The national master said that he could help him, so the old emperor believed it. That's all."
"So, you are also afraid of being abandoned by the false emperor as an abandoned son. I just help you to express it. How can it be considered as bewitching?"
(End of chapter)