Chapter 209

"It is said in the book of history: Taizu, Gaozu, Bozi, taboo Yi, born in Kun County, Qianzhou. Chen's mother, Fang Yun, mengshen gave a pill of medicine. She put it in her palm, swallowed it, and tasted it. And production, red light around the room, exotic incense through the night does not disperse, since the number of light from the house to see, surprised that fire, often run to save, to nothing. The baby's body is golden, and it doesn't change for three days. Bi long, handsome and outstanding in appearance, with strange bones running through the top, lofty in mind and broad in instrument, can't be measured by people, and those who know it know that it's very human.... "

In the morning, the sun rises to the East.

GUSHAN, in a dilapidated Taoist temple, is a young Taoist who, after finishing his lessons, murmurs that he is carrying a history book on his back. But if the content is heard by other people, he will be scared out of his face.

"A book named Taizu Benji immediately let out everything about Taizu of the great Zhou Dynasty..."

Wu Ming was refining Qi to build the foundation. At this time, the yuan God became successful. With constant feedback, Daogong made a rapid progress. In addition, the body was transformed again. With the yuan spirit qualification, the progress was really rapid. After one night's practice, he had accumulated mana and reached the rank of mage, which was comparable to Lao Dao's lifelong cultivation.

At this time, I began to think of going down the mountain. I knew the sea and recited a piece of writing.

It's a exaggeration to say that you can't forget. At least the gold and silver seal characters that really contain the meaning of Tao can't be remembered at a glance. But ordinary books can remember seven or eight out of ten immediately after reading them once. After three times, they must be deeply engraved in your mind and can't be forgotten any more.

"A Book of Taizu Ben Ji, which tells us most of the story of Taizu Ji Yi's fortune, is the supreme secret of reincarnation. It's just that according to the nature of those civil servants and emperors, they really follow the picture, but they don't want to be trapped too miserably..."

This reincarnation of the world is the end of the Shang Dynasty. The battle of the founding of the great Zhou Dynasty is the history of the main world!

Reincarnation comes from the world of Zhou Dynasty. At least they know the destiny of Zhou Dynasty, but they are the golden fingers of the leader.

But Wu Ming is sure that things will not be so simple.

"At this time point, Ji Yi must have made a fortune. If you want to take advantage of the fact that the dragon is cold, you can have a rest if you want to invest and earn the first pot of gold..."

"Thirteen road anti king is still here, but it's also the end of the day..."

"As for the twelve Jin people?"

Wu Ming's face was suddenly depressed.

In the official history books, there is no record of this kind of strange power. It only says that the late Shang emperor "Jie" was so extravagant that he collected weapons, gold and iron from all over the world and cast them into the twelve Jin people. Later, the Shang Dynasty was destroyed, and the twelve Jin people were also destroyed by the rebel army.

But now it seems that the truth is not so simple!

"According to the solemn account of the main temple, the twelve Jin people are obviously closely related to the number of the Shang Dynasty, and even have the secret of longevity. How difficult is it for the emperor to ask for longevity? If the twelve Jin people can do this, they must be the supreme treasure to suppress the earth's fate and change their lives against the heaven

"... this kind of secret can only be found in the secret books of great aristocratic families and various schools of thought. It's hard to say that there are only a few words in the secret books of the Xie family. Unfortunately, they are not what I can see now..."

Wearing a new Taoist robe, Wu Ming wrapped up the sundries, and Shi ran came down the mountain: "the most urgent thing is to determine the current situation and know where the world war is going, and then to find Li Xiuyun... Alas..."

In the chaos of war, he was not optimistic about whether the woman could be saved, and he could only do nothing.

Out of the mountain gate, he said with a smile: "in this world, my young master is the contemporary descendant of Maoshan road - pick the star!"

Take out two Fumars and pat them on their legs.

Pop!

Master's hand becomes law! The magic power surges in the sea of knowledge, and the spirits of the two runes immediately emerge. They look up to the sky and scream, and then turn into black clouds and disappear under their feet.

When Wu Ming stepped out, there was a wind under his feet. It seemed that the sound of a horse's nose sounded on both sides. He walked out of Zhang Xu's house in a moment of neglect.

"Well! Although most of the techniques of Maoshan road need the souls of human beings and animals, and they are very easy to be broken, do they still have some new ideas? This technique of Fuma, however, can also go to the secular world to cheat a name like Shenxing Taibao... "

Wu Ming walked like the wind, but he didn't feel very tired. He knew that it was all the power of Fuma, so he could not help saying in his heart.

This method of Fuma is at the bottom of the 49 magic arts of Maoshan road. We need to select two pairs of top fighting horses. They have been cultivated in secret since childhood, and they have to be fed with concentrate feed and eggs every day. This is a huge cost.

When they grow up, they need to irrigate Fu Shui and feed cinnabar. After ninety-nine and eighty-one days, they will be allowed to breed and give birth to foals!

If there is a mistake in the steps and the color of the horse's coat is not right, it must be reversed and repeated.

After obtaining the black and red foal, it will consume a lot of resources and feed it with patent medicine to make it strong in muscle and strong in bone, which is not inferior to the rumored Tianma.

After such an adult, you can kill the horse to get the heart, practice the essence and blood, and draw the talisman.

It took so many months, and the blood essence was often very little. The old Taoist collected only 16 pictures before, and he would not work any more.

Up to now, these are the only cards left. They are the cards to protect life, but they have been used so easily by Wu Ming. If Lao Dao knew, he would have to be angry again.

……

It has to be said that this Fuma is really easy to use. By noon, Wu Ming had already run out of the mountain.

At this time, in the end of the great Shang Dynasty, there was no smoke for a hundred Li, and the dead bones were exposed in the wild. Needless to say, after a hundred Li's journey, the situation improved slightly. Occasionally, you can see the fortress of the country's powerful families, and there were cooking smoke in the village. Wu Ming saw this, and immediately accepted the technique. Then he asked the county seat from the mouth of a well guarded village Yong, and rushed to the village.

"It's just a small village. I don't even know who the emperor is this year. If I want to know the news of the world, I still have to go to the county town... Although it's a little late, at least there won't be a big mistake..."

The closer to the county, the more victims there are. It is also normal that there are starving people on the road.

But to Wu's surprise, there were still groups of zombie like refugees.

He's pale and thin, and has no eyes. He looks like a dead man. Only when he sees food, his eyes will shine a little. Isn't it a match for Wu Ming's zombies?

"The holy daughter of the red lotus is gone!"

In the center of these refugees, there is a sedan chair with eight veils. There are more than a dozen boys and girls around. They look solemn, lighting red lanterns, holding lotus flowers, brushing dust and other magic tools. Wu Ming is stunned.

"Blessed is the virgin

"Blessed!"

All of a sudden, the whole group of refugees went crazy and ran to the center, but stopped in front of the tent. They didn't dare to offend and seemed to be expecting something.

"There are great difficulties in the world, and the end of the calamity has fallen. Only those who believe in the Virgin Mary of the red lotus can have eternal life and ascend to the pure land of paradise without knowing the famine..."

The boys and girls and the Dharma protectors murmured, as if reciting some Scripture.

Some of the refugees kowtow and some chant scriptures. They all look very devout.

After a while, a nest like thing spilled out of the gauze tent, which immediately caused the crowd to scramble.

Crying and fighting are mixed together. In order to eat, some refugees fight each other, trample on each other and pick up their nests. Regardless of the mud or even blood on them, they just open their mouths and chew like purgatory.

"Hong Lian Jiao? The virgin of the red lotus

Wu Ming felt his head.

It is said that in ancient times, every time there was chaos, all kinds of evil cults emerged in endlessly. The rise and fall of evil cults did not cause a particularly serious impact, and they were too lazy to record in history books.

It's obvious that the red lotus sect is one of those that do harm to a county. It may be mentioned in the local county annals, but its influence in the whole world is too small. Wu Ming is not a special historian, and he has never heard of the name.

"But it seems that the momentum here is not small..."

Wu Ming shook his head secretly, knowing that few of these sects were doing business. The small ones were buying and selling people, extorting and plundering, and making a fortune. The big ones were directly carrying refugees to attack cities and plunder lands, and they had the emperor's dream.

Of course, it's even more ferocious if you get involved in a demon man. You can offer sacrifices to evil gods, seek for Qi luck, kill people to get souls, refine magic weapons, collect boy and girl medicines, and refine five baby dirty pills.

"It's hard for the little people..."

This scene immediately made Wu Ming sigh, but he didn't meddle and walked away.

In troubled times, it is certainly the opportunity for the rise of heroes, but for the people at the bottom, it is a great misfortune.

Even though the social order is in chaos and resources are redistributed, how many grassroots people can really get benefits from the bottom to the top? Is it not the prepared local tyrants and gentry who can rise?

"It's like Ji Yi, the Taizu of the great Zhou Dynasty. His ancestors were also the princes of the Shang Dynasty. They were famous all over the world. They fought in chaos and gathered tens of thousands of people in an instant. Qianzhou surrendered. Can ordinary people have this information?"

Wu Ming shakes his head in his heart, walks away, and doesn't take care of the thoughtful gaze in the screen.

"Saint?"

After Wu Ming walked away, a white jade like palm lifted the curtain on the eight gauze sedan chair to show a young girl in white gauze with a gentle face and a compassionate face. Her hair was draped over her shoulder and tied with a gold ring.

"The man just now..."

The voice of the red lotus maiden is like a yellow warbler in the valley, which makes people feel intoxicated when they hear it.

"I'm just a little Taoist, and I don't dare to take care of our Honglian sect!"

A Dharma protector nearby said haughtily.

"Little Taoist? But I met him once in my martial uncle's place. He was just a fool at that time... "

The saint sighed, and the light in her eyes flashed: "now this man's manner has changed greatly. Is it the martial uncle's great skill? But why didn't you come to contact my master? "

Immediately, he said, "send the information to Shifu and ask her to deal with it."（ (to be continued.)