Chapter 406 God of Dharma
Da da da...
After the mighty team, a resolute young man riding a horse and wearing dark armor rode up to Duke An and said seriously:
"Father, it's cold and it's difficult to travel. It's a long way back to Beijing. Please take a rest in the rear carriage!"
Cao Mao, who had frost-white temples and deep decree lines, looked at the adopted son in front of him. He had outstanding ability in leading troops and was second only to himself in reputation among the entire Jubei City Army. He was deeply relied on, and suddenly said:
"Don't you think you are too old to bear the march?"
The young man in dark armor was frightened and hurriedly explained:
"I don't dare, my adoptive father is still in his prime years, so how can he not worry about a mere march? I just don't want my adoptive father to work hard. I said the wrong thing, please punish him!"
As he spoke, seeing that Cao Mao made no comment, the young man stretched out his hand and swiped it towards his face.
"What are you doing?" Cao Mao then stopped him, with a look of displeasure on his face: "As a father, I never blamed you."
The resolute young man bowed his head and listened to the lecture.
The corners of Cao Mao's mouth rose slightly, and his voice softened. He and his adopted son rode their horses and said with emotion:
"You're right. It's a long way back to Beijing, and it's not war time. The general in the army should recharge his batteries. But you also need to know that the commander's words and deeds are all role models for the soldiers. The commander is greedy for pleasure, and the soldiers are Are you willing to sacrifice your life?”
The dark-armored young man suddenly realized: "This is what my adoptive father taught me!"
Cao Mao smiled and said:
"When I return to Beijing this time, my father will not take anyone else with me, but only you. Do you know why?"
The young man said sternly: "The adoptive father has trained the child, so he is willing to support him. When he comes to Beijing, the child will be careful in his words and deeds, so as not to lose the dignity of the adoptive father!"
Cao Mao laughed, and tapped him gently with a riding crop in his hand, which seemed to be an expression of appreciation, but also seemed to have a different meaning.
His smile suddenly faded and he said:
"It's good that you know. When I return to Beijing this time, reporting on my work is one, and New Year's Eve is the other, but there is one more important thing."
The dark-armored young man asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?"
Cao Mao said calmly: "Do you still remember the Beidi Blood Knife?"
The dark-armored young man was stunned and looked angry:
"How can I forget, my child? This thief was a general in the army, but because of his own selfish interests, he ignored military laws, slaughtered his comrades, and assassinated officers. When faced with arrests in the army, he even resisted, killing and wounding countless soldiers in our army. , it’s really hateful...
It is a pity that this person disappeared without a trace during the arrest, and there is no trace anymore. We have not stopped looking for this person in the past two years, but there is no news..."
Of course he remembered this person.
But what I dare not say is that the killing of his comrades was only one of the reasons why Beidi Xue Dao was rejected and wanted by Beicheng in the first place.
More importantly, one of the generals who assassinated this man in anger because his wife was defiled was one of the sons of Cao Mao, Duke of Anguo.
A biological son, not an adopted son like him.
It is obvious that Duke An Guo, who had experienced the pain of losing his son, hated that man. He was not even willing to mention the general's name and only called him by his nickname "Northern Blood Knife".
Halfway through the sentence, the young man suddenly woke up and said in disbelief:
"The foster father suddenly mentioned this person, could it be..."
Cao Mao nodded, his eyes cold:
"My father just recently learned that this person did not die, but was hiding in the capital incognito and had a new identity."
"New identity?"
Cao Mao grunted and faintly spit out a name: "Lang Shiba."
The dark-armored young man was confused: "My child has never heard of this name."
Cao Mao smiled: "Not only have you never heard of it, but my father never thought of it..."
He paused and didn't say any more. He just turned the horse's head and walked towards the large carriage at the back of the team:
"Father, go back and take a nap. You can lead the way."
"Yes!" The determined young man handed over his hand.
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Forbidden Mountain Villa.
After winter, the vegetation on the entire mountain peak withered, and the building built on a high mountain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack also appeared to be in decline.
Qi Yuchun was wearing a loose robe, carrying a long spear thickly wrapped with cloth on his back, and walked alone on the corridor of the villa.
The former commander-in-chief of the imperial army in the capital looked a little weak, and his walking was not as fast as before.
However, the members of the Kuangfu Society he met along the way saluted him one after another.
Qi Yuchun stepped forward and walked to the pavilion on the cliff. There was a plain Qin on the table in the pavilion, and a dead leaf fell on the strings.
Qi Yuchun looked at the old man standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and wrapped in a cotton robe.
Zhuang Xiaocheng turned around and said with concern: "The injury has not healed, why are you walking around again?"
During the battle at Yansuo Lake, Qi Yuchun, who was seriously injured by the angry Eunuch Hai, teamed up with Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, raised his eyebrows:
"I'm just injured, not dead."
Zhuang Xiaocheng smiled and said:
"I don't have the power to restrain the chicken. To help the society survive forever, I have to rely on Qi to lead the force, so I am naturally concerned."
Qi Yuchun smiled, accepted the compliment calmly, and said:
"I heard that the imperial court is taking action."
Zhuang Xiaocheng nodded and sighed:
"The imperial court used the shadow guards to let us know, and wanted to exchange prisoners, and exchange the captured commune members for the imperial officers and soldiers in our hands... I have agreed."
Qi Yuchun's face was solemn: "I'm afraid there's some fraud involved, but I haven't seen them have any intention of exchanging prisoners before."
Zhuang Xiaocheng sighed softly and said quietly:
"Even if there is fraud, can we just ignore it? The New Year is approaching, and the families, wives and daughters of those arrested members also hope that they will come back alive and be reunited as a family."
Qi Yuchun was silent and said: "Will they be released at the end of the year? How will the master plan to arrange those people?"
Zhuang Xiaocheng said calmly:
"We have sent people to negotiate with the imperial court to discuss the exchange of prisoners. However, in order to prevent the imperial court from taking the opportunity to track us, we have to expend some extra effort. However, the members of the society are very enthusiastic about welcoming back the captives and are willing to take risks to welcome back their companions.
So they can probably be brought back in the next few days... As for those who come back, let's temporarily settle in a place to heal their injuries. "Qi Yuchun was silent. He knew that the so-called healing was just an excuse.
The real purpose is to temporarily control this group of prisoners to identify whether there are spies among them who have been instigated by the imperial court.
"Commander Qi, our enemies are becoming more and more cunning."
Zhuang Xiaocheng suddenly spoke in a profound tone:
"The position of the false emperor is becoming more and more stable. Next year, our life will be very difficult."
"Master..." Qi Yuchun opened his mouth.
But the latter interrupted with a wave of his hand, and Zhuang Xiaocheng, with fluttering sleeves, said:
"You go back to recuperate. Only by recuperating as soon as possible can you exert greater value."
Qi Yuchun nodded, turned and left.
After watching the apparent number two figure in Kuangfu Society leave, Zhuang Xiaocheng walked out of the villa with his hands behind his back and walked in the mountains.
It's like relaxing.
After an unknown amount of time, he walked to a hidden cave in the mountains and talked into the cave about the recent events in Kuangfu Society.
The winter sunlight shines into the cave from behind him, and you can vaguely see the back of a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"I know."
After a long time, the man in the cave said.
Zhuang Xiaocheng waited for a while and saw that the latter didn't say anything else. He sighed softly, turned around and walked back to the villa through the dead branches and leaves in winter.
But his eyes were cast in the direction of the capital, and he remembered the name of the person mentioned in the intelligence who promoted the prisoner exchange.
That was the name that he hated countless times over the past six months and regretted not killing it completely.
"Zhao...Du...an..."
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Deep in the snowfields of the north, it seems like snow is falling all year round.
Off the beaten track.
However, in this area where soldiers from Jubei City rarely patrolled, there was actually a huge glacial lake.
The glacial lake is on the top of a mountain peak. The shores are surrounded by hard stones and ice and snow. However, the lake water is not completely frozen. There is only a thin layer of ice on the edge. The closer you go to the center of the lake, the clearer the lake water becomes without impurities. .
If Zhao Duan were here, he would definitely see that this is a dormant volcano, and this lake is where the crater is.
In the snow-capped mountains, the cold wind howled. A warlock rode the wind, returned from the north, and rode the wind to the top of the mountain.
When he arrived around the "Sky Lake", he pinched his fingers to reduce the wind force around him, and he could vaguely see the illusory gods floating behind him like ghosts.
"Stop!"
The snow on the surface of a stone covered with ice and snow suddenly melted, and another warlock emerged from the stone and stared at the visitor.
The warlock walking on the wind bowed, looked at the center of the sky lake, and said:
"I want to see the leader and report what I found in the Mubei Forest."
The warlock "The Man in the Stone" shook his head and said: "The leader is in retreat, no one is allowed to disturb him."
The wind warlock was stunned for a moment, and looked forward again in disappointment: "Why did you suddenly retreat?"
The man in the stone shook his head: "This is not something we can know."
The two of them looked at the center of the sky lake together. There was a large floating stone in the middle of the lake, like a black island.
On the island, a middle-aged man with long hair and a shawl sits cross-legged. He has a mysterious temperament. There is a fish basket beside him and a fishing rod fixed in front of him.
Actually fishing.
People in Jianghu only know the "Fashen Sect", which is a powerful organization gathered by a group of warlocks. Its leader, Shenlong, has never been seen and is suspected of having the ability to travel the outside world as a "clone".
The last time Zhao Duan returned to Beijing from Taicang, he encountered the clone of the leader of the Fashen Sect, but was killed by the secretly escorted Eunuch Hai on the way.
But Eunuch Hai also failed to capture the true existence of the leader of the Fashen Sect.
At this moment, the leader of the Dharma God Sect, whose eyes were closed, had his eyelids trembling, and suddenly opened his eyes.
"The leader is awake!"
Around the Tianhu Lake, in the darkness, a warlock with different skills suddenly came out of hiding and looked towards the center of the lake.
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at the same time.
Beijing, inside the Buddhist hall of Shenlong Temple.
The green smoke of the incense candles curled up, and the huge golden body of Buddha majestically overlooked the main hall.
Wearing brown monk robes, the short, thin and aging Abbot Xuanyin faced the Buddha, holding a wooden mallet and gently tapping the wooden fish.
Eyes slowly closed.
"The abbot wandered into a fugue again."
Bianji glanced at the old monk who started to knock the wooden fish, and said calmly.
Then he turned around and looked at Nagarjuna and Prajna Bodhisattva standing behind him.
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Typos should be corrected first
(End of chapter)