"Dare to ask who the monk is?" At the foot of the mountain, on the stone steps, there were two young Taoist children, a man and a woman, who looked at the group and spoke loudly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poor road Sanzang. ”

"Where did you come from and where are you going?"

"Came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures. ”

The two children looked at each other, turned their eyes, and said in unison: "That's it, Master Sanzang, my master is invited." ”

Sanzang dismounted, was surrounded by two children, and walked up the stone steps: "What is this place, where is your lord sacred, why did you invite me?"

The boy smiled: "This is Futu Mountain, my lord is a reclusive saint, Wuchao Zen Master, and you are the same as you, practicing Mahayana Buddhism, so please tell me." ”

Sanzang has traveled to the Three Realms for countless years, and has never heard of the name of Wuchao, and when he learned that the other party also practiced Mahayana Buddhism, he was shocked in his heart, and his footsteps suddenly became a few points faster.

After going up the mountain, everyone was shocked by a huge fairy nest shining with golden glow, and subconsciously stopped.

This fairy nest is thirty-three zhang long and thirty-three zhang wide, huge and incomparably bright. On the fairy nest, there are tens of thousands of spirit beads, like stars in the night, shining, and the glow of the glow complement each other, but they neutralize each other's dazzling light, which makes people feel comfortable to watch.

An old monk in a gray robe, standing in front of the fairy nest, smiled at Sanzang and the others and said: "It's better to be famous than to meet, your demeanor is really more gorgeous than rumored." ”

Sanzang folded his hands and said lightly: "The Zen master has a good reputation." Listening to your disciple's words, you are also a practitioner of Mahayana Buddhism, I don't know who you are under your teacher and what school?"

Wuchao waved his hand and made an inviting gesture: "Don't be busy talking, everyone, how about entering my Wuchao first and then talking?"

Under his guidance, several people entered the fairy nest, and suddenly realized that the immortal qi here was a hundred times richer than that of the outside world, and when he took a breath of air, countless immortal qi poured into the body. Comparing only from this aspect, Huaguo Mountain before the decline is far behind.

Male and female Taoist children brought futons and put them on the table, melons and fruits. Wuchao looked at Sanzang and said: "Before I went back, the holy monk asked, the old monk inherited the heaven and earth, and formed his own faction in the Three Realms. Suo dwells in this black nest, meditates on penance, and studies the true meaning of Mahayana Buddhism. Now I found that you were passing through this place, and I was happy to hunt for you, so I sent a boy to invite you to go up the mountain. ”

"Happy to see the hunting?" said the white bone spirit with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

Wu Chao bowed his head and said: "Ming people don't say secret words, I want to gamble with you, and if you fight, it is your strength." ”

"What are the stakes?"

Wu Chao thought for a while and said with a smile: "If the old monk wins, each of you needs to teach me a great supernatural power." If the old monk is defeated, how about teaching each of you a great supernatural power?"

The white bone spirit pondered for a moment, and then said, "What are you betting with me?"

"Bet on wisdom, the wisdom of survival. Wu Chao said, with a wave of his hand, the wind and clouds in the air changed, and the space around the white bone spirit flowed rapidly, and when everything returned to normal, the two of them came to an imperial city gate in rags.

Standing in the crowd, feeling the white eyes and disgust of countless people, Wu Chaoyan said: "Don't use any magic powers, just rely on your own ability, scheming, and wisdom, in this world, live for ten years, and finally see who is higher in their respective achievements, and the higher one wins." ”

Bai Gujing took a deep breath and smiled: "Ten years is too long, three years is enough." ”

From this point on, the two beggars faced the rising sun and entered the crowded imperial city and started a life of hard work.

Time flies quickly, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. In this short period of time, Wuchao Zen Master has done a bookkeeper, a businessman, donated money and been an official, relying on a mouth and two legs, starting from a Jiupin official, diligent, constantly climbing, and finally became a first-class official in the court, which is known as a legend by the community.

And the life of the white bone spirit is the opposite of him. It was as if he had all this as a game, lazy, careless, without any purpose, much less ambition. When it comes to doing things, it is even more confusing.

By the end of the second year, he had not yet stepped into the ranks. But because of some strange and obscene skills that he has concocted, such as perfumes, such as glass, such as magazines, he has accumulated a lot of wealth.

When people have money, they will be coveted by all parties. The ruffians on the streets, the chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes, and the officials and officials all set their eyes on him. Under such circumstances, he made a shocking news and made a huge offer to donate all his wealth to the pilgrimage.

In a word, he donated all his net worth, and the white bone spirit entered the emperor's field of vision, but it was not reused. Many people who understand know that the emperor did this because he was afraid that the people would say that he was a traitor. Because of this, countless people began to laugh at the lazy idlers who wandered in the imperial city all day long.

It's just that the development after that has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Two years and three months later, the vassal kingdom rebelled, captured the thirteen states of Youyun, and Kyushu was shattered, and the people were struggling to survive. On the occasion of the misty storm, the lazy idler in the imperial city entered the palace and presented thirteen artifacts called artillery.

Tens of thousands of soldiers came to the battlefield with these thirteen cannons, and continued to win victory after victory in the sound of thunderous explosions. As a result, the Bone Spirit was made a baron, ranking among the elites. In the same month, he made a military order above the court, not to be a strong general, not to have spears and armor, but only a holy decree, allowing him to recruit 50,000 new soldiers and recover the vassal country.

From then on, the White Bone Spirit held the Holy Decree, recruited 50,000 displaced refugees in the market, formed an army, and left the imperial city with ten cannons, but disappeared without a trace. Some say they were lost in the vast grasslands, and some say they died at the hands of demons.

Before you know it, two years and eight months have passed.

In the imperial city, in the treasure hall, all the people bowed their heads, the saint sat on a high platform, and His Royal Highness the eunuch announced the decree and conferred the title of Wuchao as a cabinet scholar, participating in political affairs, and being in charge of people's livelihood. For a time, Wuchao was a very human minister.

On the same day, after the court meeting, colleagues held a banquet, and Wuchao was drunk. When I woke up the next day, I suddenly heard the bad news, 30,000 soldiers riding white horses, wearing armor, holding muskets, and carrying artillery on their shoulders, like a sharp arrow, came from the north, all the way like a bamboo, straight to the imperial city, and soon the army was about to come under the imperial city.

Wu Chao was shocked, his body was slightly cold, and he was speechless for a long time.

The emergence of a cross-era weapon is often the beginning of a new world. On Earth, firearms ended the age of cold weapons, nuclear weapons ended world wars, and in this world, the same is true. Human beings with mortal bodies are vulnerable to the most ordinary muskets. And when this firearm reaches a certain scale, no scheme can change the outcome.

Three days later, only 20,000 white horse soldiers were left under the city, and the white bone spirit rode on a strange beast and looked up at the high wall: "Zen master, it's time to end, right?"

"Before I leave here, I actually have a few questions for you. Wu Chao crossed the hundred officials and stood within the range of the musket: "First of all, the 50,000 refugees, how did you manage to make them take their hearts? Second, there is no supply from the imperial court, you leave with these 50,000 refugees, what do you do on the way? Finally, with the barren conditions in the north of Saibei, where do you get these firearms?"

"I said before that I don't want a single soldier or a general of the imperial court, just a holy decree, and its ultimate goal is to have these refugees. When the country is broken, the family is destroyed, the displaced and the suffering suffers, their sense of belonging to the country will be reduced. Hunger often turns into the beginning of all turmoil. I gave these refugees a chance to live, plenty of food, so that all but a few of them surrendered to my feet. As for the last two questions, this is my secret and cannot be said to outsiders. The Bone Spirit chuckled.

Wu Chao sighed: "There are no immortal qi fluctuations, no traces of supernatural powers, but you have created a miracle in the impossible. I have not been defeated by your wisdom, but by your strange power. ”

The white bone spirit shook his head, and secretly said in his heart: I wasted my eight million charm coins, and this time, I cheated. Strictly speaking, there is no win or loss in this gambling battle. (To be continued.) )