247. Make the heavens and the earth still, and the wind and clouds do not move (2nd Shift)

Showers are falling.

Lu Miaomiao stood behind Xia Ji with an umbrella and watched the uncle open her mouth.

"In the first battle, you choose 10,000 bloodline troops, and I use 7,000 ordinary troops and 3,000 bloodline troops, which should be about the ratio of north and south.

Then, you send a general to fight me. ā€

Xia Yun said: "How to determine the winner?"

Xia Ji said: "Cutting the mountains with the image of condensation, the strength is strong and weak, and it has its own fairness, okay?"

Xia Yun thought for a moment and said, "Please continue to speak." ā€

Xia Ji said: "In the second game, than the assassination, each side sent five people, with one of them as the main king, which side of the lord was killed, which side was defeated." ā€

Xia Yun said: "If everyone sticks to the side of the sovereign and does not move, how can it be good?"

Xia Ji said: "Add two conditions, at most one person can protect the lord, and the remaining three must attack." On top of that, you must not destroy the local landscape during the battle, because you won't be able to alarm the people around you during a real assassination. Okay?"

Xia Yun thought about it, and only felt that it was fair, although she felt that the master in front of her was extremely powerful, but no matter how strong she was, she didn't break through the eleventh realm, and she didn't condense the law body, no... She suddenly remembered that this master was a monster-level existence, and it couldn't be measured by the realm at all.

Therefore, she asked: "With the master and son participating in the war, isn't this Great Zhou already invincible?"

Xia Ji laughed and said, "Do you think so highly of me, the old man of the Ten Realms?"

Xia Yun said: "Although the master is the Ten Realms, who in the world can say that he is better than you? If the master calls himself an old man, I will be old a long time ago." ā€

Xia Ji said: "Then there is no need to compare, you can admit defeat directly." ā€

Xia Yun groaned and said slowly: "Press this first, please say the third scene." ā€

Xia Ji said: "The third game is hand talk." ā€

"Hand talk?"

"If you don't win a head-to-head duel, you can't win the assassination, and you can't win the overall situation, how can there be a chance of survival?"

"Master is right, but this matter... The stakes are high, could you give me some time to come back and discuss. ā€

"But, two months later, they all came here to see me, whether they should or shouldn't.

If we do, we will make this gamble public to the world, and take the sentient beings of heaven and earth as witnesses and make our own vows.

In this way, if anyone loses but does not fulfill it, he will lose his trust in the world and in himself, okay?"

Xia Yun nodded and said, "A word is a certainty." ā€

...

The two sides returned separately and told the pair of bets and the emperors of the Great Zhou and the Northern Shang respectively.

At this point...

The Great Zhou Juye City, the Emperor's Palace, and the secret meeting are underway.

The general of the Shen family and the head of the text were in charge of the overall situation outside and could not return, and the general only sent a letter back.

The letter was spread out in front of the people.

There were only three lines written on the letter:

The Master is still a member of the family?

Or for the Great Zhou?

Or for the emperor?

The three questions are to say that Xia Ji should not gamble on this competition at all, but should directly use his ability to unite the people to launch a soft attack on Beishang, so that in less than three years, Beishang will definitely be defeated.

It's clear that the victory is in hand, so why bother?

After reading the letter, Xia Ji's expression was calm.

He has too many things hidden in his heart, good and evil are to coax children, victory or defeat is not pure, and the victory he wants is not this kind of victory, so he will not unite the people here to start a war.

It's not to cherish feathers, it's not purely for the common people, if you use utilitarian words, that is: merit is not lost.

Some people may ridicule this kind of merit, but if what you do can be good for the whole world, good for all living beings in the world, and you have the name of a saint, who will mock hypocrisy? If this is also hypocrisy, then you might as well let everyone in the world be so hypocritical, instead of doing villain things with a sharp mouth and telling right and wrong at the same time.

Everyone in the secret council glanced at the gray-haired master, and said in their hearts that it was impossible to be disrespectful.

In the past few years, everyone can see what the master has done, that is, although the children of the family are very gentle, they are also moved by this kind of personality charm.

All people are understanding.

Knowing that the master was killing for less life and ending this north-south war as soon as possible, he made this bet.

Houtu suddenly said, "Master, I understand what you mean.

But have you ever thought that if you lose, the situation in this world will become uncertain again.

The long pain is better than the short pain, if you take the people's heart as the blade and cooperate with us, you will definitely break through the Northern Commercial Capital within three years, and if you shed blood, it will only be these three years.

Yes, there will be more blood shed in these three years than ever before, but at least the war will end, won't it?"

Xia Ji's eyes turned and looked at a man as burly as a hill on the other side.

This is the Zhou family's national teacher Shifangzun.

The Zhou family has many connections with the righteous path of the rivers and lakes and Buddhism.

Just as Sanzhangxue grew up in Tianguan Lingquan Temple, these Shifangzun grew up in the Six-tusk White Elephant Temple.

Many years ago, Xia Ji had fought against the Emperor Shakti of the Six-Tusked White Elephant Temple.

Shifangzun's temperament is similar to that of Emperor Shakti, and his spirit is grand, but he is silent.

But at this time, he had to speak.

Shi Fangzun dialed nine prayer beads, raised his hand and opened his eyes to Xia Ji's gaze and said: "The master acts brightly and fairly, he should be the saint of the world in this world, but how sure is the master of this gamble?"

Another important general of the Great Zhou said: "The master has never been on the battlefield, so he doesn't know the terrible nature of the Confucian Eight Wonders, this is not that I grow the ambition of others and destroy my own prestige, but that the Eight Wonders of Confucianism use soldiers like gods, but whoever leads the bloodline army must be victorious." How dare the Master fight them?"

Xia Ji didn't explain, but said silently: "Please Your Majesty give me 7,000 ordinary soldiers and 3,000 bloodline soldiers." ā€

Houtu insisted on asking, "What if the master is defeated?!"

Xia Ji replied, and he said softly, "I won't be defeated." ā€

Houtu asked: "This matter is not child's play, why can't it be defeated?"

Xia Ji turned around, looked at Hou Tu who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile: "Wu Ji, you are not young anymore, don't you want to return to the family earlier and go to the peak of the Eleventh Realm earlier?"

"I—" Hou Tu was stunned, "You... Why are you talking about this?"

Xia Ji said gently: "Let me end the war, okay?"

Houtu glanced at the man's white hair, and no one knew better than her... Whether it is the Su family or the Lu family, they have tried various methods for this man, but they have failed to make him break through the eleventh realm, which means that his longevity is mortal longevity.

Forty or fifty years old may have just passed the stage of youth and girl for the family members, and for those at the peak of the eleventh realm, it may have just begun, but for him, it is already past the middle of the day and is heading towards the twilight.

God is jealous of talents...

Hou Tu said: "If the master wants me to support him, he can defeat me." ā€

Xia Ji turned his head to look at the others.

Shifangzun said: "I am also cheeky and ask the master for advice." ā€

Xia Ji said: "What about the others?"

Everyone hurriedly said: "There is Lord Yinjun, the National Teacher has made a move, and we will naturally have no more opinions." ā€

Xia Ji looked at Ji Xuan on the throne of the emperor, and bowed his arch and said, "Please allow Your Majesty." ā€

Ji Xuan's confidence in Xia Ji has always been explosive, and he vaguely remembers that day when the Black Emperor flew through the sky... Then the teacher said that the Black Emperor was him.

Emperor Da Zhou didn't know how terrible the teacher was, but now this man who seemed to be dying old looked even more mysterious, terrifying and great in his eyes.

He nodded and said, "That's right, it's just that the three Aiqing have arrived." ā€

"Yes, Your Majesty. ā€

"Yes. ā€

"Yes. ā€

Let's talk about it.

The three of them walked out of the secret room and stood in front of the temporary palace of the Great Zhou, a hidden and rather spacious open space.

The open space is bordered by the lake.

The green willows by the lake, swaying in the midsummer smoke, cast their shadows on the surface of the lake like the wrinkled waves.

In addition to the red and green flowers and plants on the surface of this lake, there are also thousands of floating clouds that slowly pass by in the sky.

Everyone stood by the lake and slowly dispersed, leaving only the three people who were now the pillars of the Great Zhou to stand facing each other.

Shi Fangzun glanced at Houtu, folded his hands and nodded slightly, "I'll come first." ā€

If the Ten Fang Zun is defeated, she will naturally wait until the evening to fight with the master, and the gap in the middle is just enough for the master to rest, so she is not too advantageous.

She was about to retreat when suddenly the voice of the master came to her ears.

"Wu Ji, you wait. ā€

Hou Tu paused and said coldly: "Don't you want to fight against me and the national teacher at the same time?"

Xia Ji shook his head and said gently: "I don't mean this, it's just that you look at this sky, the floating clouds, you look at the surroundings, the scenery is beautiful..."

The soil is unknown, but Shifangzun smiled and said: "The wind moves, the water moves, the flowers bloom, the clouds roll Shu, nature is like this, and people should be like this." ā€

Xia Ji asked: "The wind may not move, the water may not move, the flowers may not bloom, can the clouds not roll up?"

Shifang Venerable pondered for a moment: "I can't make heaven and earth feng shui not move. ā€

Xia Ji asked, "Where is Wu Ji?"

Houtu thought about it for a while, and shook his head.

The crowd didn't understand this conversation, and just thought it was the unfathomable things that the masters usually said before the battle...

Xia Ji said softly: "Look at it." ā€

He seems to be unwilling to perform, but he is also unwilling to fight, so that he has to show at this time.

With a sigh, he took a step forward.

Step by step,

Walk towards the lake.

One step gives birth to ten thousand laws,

Ten steps and one hundred thousand laws.

The overwhelming appearance of the law appeared from all around him,

The law is different,

Or full of coercion like a great peng rising, or quiet and deep like a hidden dragon in the abyss, or the sky and the earth cracking like a divine peak collapse, or the vast like stars like water and the moon in the sky...

...

Among these dharmas, there are many dharmas that are known to everyone, which are the forces recorded in the "Ten Thousand Dharma Scrolls", and there are also many dharmas that many people cannot recognize.

These Dharma images, with the pace of the Master, are like huge peacocks in this world, with mountains and rivers as colorful feathers, and blooming and opening the screen.

The law is the embodiment of the sympathy between the power of man and heaven and earth.

When the embodiment reaches a certain level, it is the vision of heaven and earth.

Therefore, when Xia Ji slashed that knife in the air in the Wu family's manor, it would cause the world to change.

At this time, this extremely large number of Dharma phases actually brought another landscape...

Heaven and earth froze.

The water does not flow, the wind does not move, the flowers do not bloom, the clouds do not roll,

Even everyone only felt as if they were "frozen",

I just froze, but I didn't feel cold to the bone, and I didn't feel the difficulty of the operation of the true qi in my body.

For this power is gentle, and kind, and not hostile,

It is the Master's.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth are still, the wind and clouds are not moving, and all beings are quiet.

Shifang Zun and Houtu are both deeply immersed in this vast power, like a dream, and their hearts are not frightened, but they really have a lot of admiration.

The brutal power throws you into the sun, leaving no bones left.

And the great power will take you to the scorching sun at just the right distance, so that you can see the tip of this great iceberg, and feel the heart, so that you can turn against yourself, you can know that the future is still far away, and you can start again.

In this case, the power is the latter.

Shifangzun and Houtu hurriedly closed their eyes, cherishing this rare opportunity to comprehend.

Before long, a soft voice broke the silence and became the only movement in this loneliness.

Xia Ji asked, "Do you want to compare?"

Shifangzun and Houtu opened their eyes from their understanding, and there was a little regret in their hearts.

At this time, he naturally responded: "The master wins, there is no need to compare." ā€

"Thank you. ā€

Xia Ji bowed.

The crowd hurriedly bowed and returned the salute.

In their eyes, the Master is already a living god.