The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 650 The Choice of the Three Brothers
Zhang Jiuyang looked at this scene with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Emperor Taizu was intentionally trying to demonstrate the Peach Mountain Oath, where the three brothers knelt down to swear brotherhood, but when they stood up, only one was left.

Is it hinting at something?
And this Peach Mountain is almost completely different from the illusion just now. Even if Zhang Jiuyang has a divine eye, the flaws he can see are very limited.

This should be the most profound thing imprinted in Emperor Taizu's spiritual will.

Behind the great ambition of humaneness and eternal prosperity lies the brotherhood of Taoshan.

"Although I don't know why you changed your surname to Zhang, I know that the blood flowing in your body should be the blood of my Daqian royal family."

Emperor Taizu turned around, allowing Zhang Jiuyang to finally see his face clearly.

Unlike the wise and brave man imagined, he was a man with an old look on his face. Although he had handsome features and a dignified temperament, he could not hide his fatigue.

It was a deep fatigue, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for decades, and the dark circles at the corners of his eyes were extremely obvious.

The two men, one old and one young, have vague similarities in appearance.

"Don't worry. The reason why I brought you to this peach forest is because it can temporarily block the perception of the outside world. Even the person in charge of the will cannot hear the conversation between you and me at this moment."

Emperor Taizu's words moved Zhang Jiuyang's heart.

He discovered that the other party's wisdom was so high that it seemed to have completely exceeded the scope of a spiritual imprint, and he was even able to guard against the emperor outside who was holding an imperial edict.

"I do have the blood of the Daqian royal family, but I will not change my last name to Liu."

Zhang Jiuyang admitted this frankly. Bloodline cannot be chosen, but he will always be Zhang Jiuyang.

Because this name was given to him by his deceased grandfather, and it is his real name.

Emperor Taizu came over and sat casually under the peach tree. His posture was very free and easy, and his every move revealed a heroic spirit. He did not look like a pampered emperor at all.

"Your last name is not important, but if you are truly the blood of my Daqian royal family, then you must be careful of the person who takes out this will."

After a pause, Emperor Taizu stared at him and said, "That man must be planning to take over Qianling Mausoleum."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed, and he asked, "May I ask your Majesty, what is imprisoned in Qianling Mausoleum?"

When he heard the word "imprisonment", a hint of surprise flashed in Emperor Taizu's eyes, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang in surprise.

"It seems you know more than I thought."

"Qianling Mausoleum..."

When the name was mentioned, the emperor looked at the peach forest with emotion in his eyes, as if he was recalling some long-lost memories.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately concentrated his attention, feeling that he was about to hear some shocking secret, but he didn't expect that the emperor's next words caught him off guard.

"Zhang Jiuyang, have you ever raised chickens?"

Emperor Taizu suddenly asked, from Qianling Mausoleum to raising chickens, the two are a world apart, but he asked it anyway, and the turn was abrupt.

"Raising chickens?"

Zhang Jiuyang showed a strange look on his face. After thinking for a while, he said, "I was raised with my grandfather when I was a child."

Emperor Taizu nodded with satisfaction and said, "I raised chickens when I was young. I raised them for the wife of the county magistrate at that time. She liked to drink chicken soup, and I could also make some money to supplement the family expenses."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned and looked at Emperor Taizu with a complicated expression.

The famous and powerful Taizu of Daqian, who was known throughout the world, was actually a chicken farmer for a county magistrate's wife when he was young?

He had never seen this period of history in history books, and even Yue Ling did not know it. In the history books of Daqian, Emperor Taizu was a heroic ruler who worshipped great Confucian scholars and read the theories of hundreds of schools of thought when he was young. "Chickens are kept in cages. Although they are fed every day, their eggs will be taken away and their meat will be cooked. Their descendants cannot escape this fate."

After a pause, the emperor looked at Zhang Jiuyang meaningfully and asked a question.

"If you were one of the chickens, and one day you realized that you, your people, and your descendants had been raised as food for generations, what would you do?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Jiuyang had a vague guess in his mind. He did not point it out directly, but pondered for a moment and replied: "There are only two choices."

"One is surrender, the other is resistance."

"What do you mean by surrender?"

"Surrender to the chicken farmer and help him manage and exploit his own kind in exchange for not being eaten by yourself and your offspring."

"What if you choose to resist?"

"If you resist, there are only three ways I can think of."

Hearing this, Emperor Taizu's eyes were filled with ripples, and he continued to ask: "What are the three methods?"

"The first way is to escape."

Zhang Jiuyang looked up into the sky, as if he could see through the false sky and see the darkness and chaos outside.

No matter how real this place is, it is just an illusion.

"Find an opportunity to open the cage and lead the tribe to escape to the mountains and forests, where birds can fly freely in the sky and fish can jump freely in the sea. Although there may be many sacrifices in the process, this is the most likely way to succeed."

Emperor Taizu nodded and continued to ask: "What about the second one?"

"Rather Stick to your guns."

Zhang Jiuyang said in a deep voice: "If the first method doesn't work, then we will fight to the end. I will personally peck all the eggs to pieces so that the offspring won't face a sad fate at birth, and then lead all the tribesmen to fight."

After a pause, he said word by word: "If this is the only food source for the chicken farmers, then they will starve to death after we all die in the battle."

Both the good and the bad will perish together.

If your own civilization has become food for others, then have the courage to burn yourself down along with the enemy and leave behind a final hymn to your civilization.

In his previous life, Zhang Jiuyang had heard of a fish called horseshoe crab. It was an ancient creature that had survived for 400 million years. Its blood was blue and had extremely high research value, so it was raised by humans, with blood drawn from it at regular intervals and then released.

Over time, breeders discovered that this ancient creature, which had survived for 400 million years, had actually stopped reproducing on its own initiative.

Because they are aware of the plight of their tribe and do not want their descendants to become blood-supply machines for generations to come.

Emperor Taizu nodded and asked, "This method is indeed courageous, but it is too tragic and tragic. What about the third method?"

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and said, "The third method is still surrender, but it's a fake surrender."

"He endured humiliation and lived in humiliation, earned the chicken farmer's trust, gradually expanded his power, and finally delivered a fatal blow."

Emperor Taizu was silent for a long time, and then he sighed deeply.

"You are right. Back then, the three of us chose these three methods respectively."

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(End of this chapter)