The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 228: Fighting Treasures
"With the glory of our ancestors as a witness, the Qing Emperor City and the Great Qing Dynasty are now fighting in the War God Palace to determine the ownership of the Liaodong Peninsula."

"The heavens are my witnesses, the sun and the moon are my mirrors. Anyone who violates this will be hated by the gods of heaven and earth!"

On the nine-story platform, Shen Yuanliang, dressed in sky blue clothes, and the fourth prince Aisin-Gioro Yinzhen, who had a rat-tail braid, took an oath together.

The arm-thick Zen incense was flickering with sparks, and wisps of green smoke rose up to the sky, as if communicating with the ancestors in the underworld, and a solemn atmosphere spread out.

"Boom!"

Outside the Palace of the God of War, thirty-six red cannons roared to the sky, and gorgeous fireworks bloomed one after another under the blue sky.

Huang Rong, wearing a golden hairpin, a white silk skirt, and a yellow belt around her waist, walked forward with light and graceful steps, smiling sweetly: "The judges of this battle of names are the seven dynasties including the Qin and Han dynasties."

"Please welcome Prince Fusu of the Qin Dynasty, Prince Li Chengqian of the Tang Dynasty, and Prince Zhu Biao of the Ming Dynasty..."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, representatives from the seven dynasties came out one after another to act as arbitrators of this battle of fame. Each person had one vote, and the minority obeyed the majority.

As for the Qing Dynasty and Qingdi City, as participants, they had no chance to vote.

"The battle of fame has officially begun."

"The first stage is a treasure fight, which fully demonstrates the power and potential."

The magic power flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and the clear and pleasant sounds were like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate, echoing throughout the War God Palace.

The sound of "thump thump" footsteps was heard. At the signal of the fourth prince Aisin-Gioro Yinzhen, Nalan Xingde, a great poet who had a tragic life, shook his wide sleeves and walked to the center of the stage.

Following closely behind was a young novice monk, who was holding a tray and carefully stepped onto the stairs. He was surrounded by burly monks who were watching him eagerly.

"boom!"

Under the golden light column, Nalan Xingde, dressed in a green shirt, personally unveiled the red silk cloth. On the jewel-like lotus throne, a finger-sized Buddha bone relic emanated precious light.

"Buzz!!!"

A faint halo lingered above it, colorful as if the Buddha had descended to the world. A sound of chanting whispered in everyone's ears, cleansing their restless hearts.

Throughout the Qing Dynasty, Tibetan Buddhism and Han Buddhism were fully developed, especially in Tibet and the grasslands. Monks were as numerous as stars in the sky, and many temples enshrined relics.

The most precious are the relics of Sakyamuni Buddha, which are enshrined in the royal temple, the Putuo Zongcheng Temple.

"Please look, this is the relic of Sakyamuni Buddha. Holding it can eliminate inner demons, increase one's enlightenment, and even eliminate disasters and misfortunes."

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, Nalan Xingde clasped his hands together very piously, and then talked about the benefits of the relics, which made people fascinated.

Upon hearing this, many people in the martial arts world had fire in their eyes and a greedy desire surged in their hearts. However, they were then purified by the Buddha's relics and became calm again.

“Is this Sakyamuni Buddha the Tathagata Buddha in Journey to the West? Is he a deity?”

On the high platform on the east side, Shen Qianqian, with her hair tied in a bun and wearing a white skirt, tilted her head, feeling a little confused.

"It is rumored that the Buddha Gautama Siddhartha was the prince of King Suddhodana of Kapilavastu in northern ancient India and belonged to the Kshatriya caste."

"He was touched by the sufferings of birth, aging, illness and death in the world, and the threat of war that exterminated the Sakya clan. He was dissatisfied with the Brahmanism of the time, so he gave up his royal life and became a monk." "Finally, he attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree and laid the foundation for the basic doctrines of primitive Buddhism. He was a sage of the human race, not a born immortal or a saint."

Under the green canopy, Wang Yuyan, who was knowledgeable and famous for her wisdom, narrated the life story of the Buddha to everyone.

Two years ago, the heaven and earth changed dramatically, and myriad worlds merged with each other. At this moment, the world is still in the stage of martial arts civilization. Except for Shen Yuanliang, the immortal way has not yet flourished, let alone myths and legends.

If the relics are truly the sacred relics of the Buddha, the Buddha would only be able to attain Nirvana if the sky collapses, the earth sinks, and the Dharma Ending Age comes.

An hour later, after investigation by many eminent monks and masters, it was confirmed that this Buddha bone relic was indeed the relic of Sakyamuni Buddha, which was extremely precious and could not be measured by money.

"Next, please invite Qingdi City to display the treasures."

Dongmei snorted softly and walked up to the platform with big strides.

She was all alone, with no one to protect her, and she seemed not to care if others snatched her treasures.

That's right. With many opportunities, Dongmei is no longer the orphan who sold herself to bury her mother three years ago, but a powerful person who has embarked on the path of immortality. Her strength as a wandering immortal is beyond the reach of others.

Then, in front of everyone, Dongmei opened the cross-body bag at her waist and took out a seed the size of a pearl, with four golden lines faintly visible.

"What is this? It's ordinary, no light, no chanting, nothing at all."

"This should be a seed. Could it be the seed of a rare spiritual medicine? What kind of spiritual medicine can compare to the Buddha's bone relics of Sakyamuni?"

"The Qing Empire is indeed a unified dynasty. The treasures it brought out are extraordinary. The heritage of Qingdi City cannot compare to it. The Qing Empire should have won this round!"

Looking at the seeds between Dongmei's fingers, everyone was talking about it. The seven judges looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, and didn't know what to say.

As mature politicians, they try to speak as little as possible about things they are not familiar with to avoid being slapped in the face. Anyway, they don't believe that Qingdi City will joke about Mingzhidou.

"This is a rice seed. It is the Snow Lotus Rice cultivated by the Lord City Lord, a rare spiritual rice."

"As long as you grow a snow lotus rice at home, it can satisfy a person's food needs for a year. It can even help with martial arts. The abundant and gentle energy can help people quickly enter the realm of martial arts."

Glancing around, Dongmei introduced the various advantages of snow lotus rice in a graceful and generous manner, leaving everyone stunned and with waves of shock in their hearts.

No matter how magical the Buddha's bone relics are, they only work for a few people, and their effectiveness may decrease with each use. However, snow lotus rice is different. It is a "magic medicine" that can be popularized.

The vitality of heaven and earth was stimulated, and all kinds of rare and precious medicinal herbs emerged like mushrooms after a rain in the mountains.

Even so, these remedies are not produced on a large scale. For example, if herbs such as ginseng and ganoderma lucidum are cultivated artificially, their value will be greatly reduced and their efficacy will not be as good as their wild counterparts.

"So far, Qingdi City has planted three million mu of snow lotus rice, including 100,000 plants of second-level snow lotus rice and 1,000 plants of third-level snow lotus rice."

"Thanks to the Snow Lotus Rice, all the people in Qingdi City have now embarked on the path of martial arts. Their arms have at least 500 kilograms of strength and they are as fast as galloping horses."

The series of numbers shocked people greatly and was more convincing than dry words. The entire War God Palace was silent, digesting this earth-shattering news.

(End of this chapter)