The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 222: Goodbye to the Blind Old Beggar and the Imperial Envoy
Southwest sky.

The vision of the new emperor ascending the throne finally disappeared.

A thousand-foot-long dragon soars across the sea of clouds, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, shaking its head and tail, roaring at the heaven and earth.

Announce his succession to the throne to all quarters.

It also demonstrates power to all forces in the Great Xuan Divine Dynasty, implying that the Divine Dynasty has a master.

Finally, the dragon swam across the mountains and rivers, merged into the vast picture of the country, and disappeared, the colorful clouds disappeared, and the auspicious clouds returned to the mortal world.

In the northern border town, Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing happening is good news.

He took a sip of tea and closed his eyes to rest.

The rocking chair creaked up and down, and Xuanming's mind sank into the Tai Chi Heaven.

After thanking the immortal Huangjiao of Central Huangji for his help, he asked him to keep the two strands of dragon energy temporarily, while he held up the dragon bone and watched the two strands of dragon energy.

A wisp of dragon energy is fading.

A wisp of dragon energy burst forth.

They circulate with each other, give rise to and restrain each other, and instinctively evolve the way of birth and death of the two yin and yang, explaining the ultimate truth of the rise and fall of Tai Chi.

After observing it carefully, Xuanming stroked his beard and smiled.

This is also the reason why he took the risk to draw the new emperor's dragon energy.

Death and life, withering and flourishing, the cycle repeats endlessly, only then can the dragon energy be useful and its effect be maximized.

When used, it can easily trigger the resonance between heaven and earth, gain the favor of heaven and earth, and pry open the unknown laws.

After watching for a while, Xuanming put away the dragon bone.

The Ziwei Emperor is second only to the Jade Emperor. In legend, he is known as the Sub-King of the Three Realms, with great power and authority, and the Grand Master of All Things.

If one wants to condense the Ziwei Dharma Image, dragon energy is only one of the elements, other materials are also indispensable.

The more sufficient the early preparations, the shorter the time it takes for the Dharmakaya to be promoted to the Dharmakaya in the later stage, and the faster Emperor Ziwei can grow up.

After practicing for many years, Xuanming is not lacking in patience.

He will not suffer the consequences of being too eager for quick success and instant benefits. He knows what is more important than what is less important.

Before leaving, Xuanming glanced at the image of the Antarctic Emperor Changsheng who was absorbing the law of thunder in the thunder pool. To date, he has made use of all the demon kings imprisoned here.

The three demon kings, Dapeng, Ice Worm and Black Dragon, are responsible for managing Taiji Heaven and promoting evolution.

The Thunderbird King is responsible for helping the Antarctic Emperor of Longevity to ascend to the highest level of his Dharma form.

If you behave well, you can go out for a walk.

If performance is poor, life imprisonment is likely.

If Xuanming is in a bad mood one day, he might just kill all the demons and get rid of the harm to the people.

Anyway, each of them had enormous karma, so he had no psychological burden in enslaving and killing them, and his thoughts were clear.

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The divine consciousness left Taiji Heaven.

Xuanming let go of the heavy burden in his heart.

Drink tea, read scriptures, worship, bask in the sun, and occasionally go out of the city to walk around the mountains and rivers and appreciate the scenery of the north.

Sometimes they would change their appearance and wander around the border town, or dress up as gluttons and eat chicken bones and other special foods, or dress up as women, squat on the roadside, grab a handful of melon seeds, mingle with relatives and friends, listen to the gossip of the neighbors.

Sometimes I would spend a whole day in the mixed hall:
Bathing, sauna, scrubbing, massage, foot massage, cupping, watching variety shows, playing mahjong, and playing go.

Various entertainment activities will not make you feel bored.

Life is full of flavor and he has truly integrated into the world.

Compare size with teenagers, compare experience with young people, compare endurance with middle-aged people, and compare physical strength with old people.

Do not misunderstand!
It's about tug-of-war, wrestling and swimming.

I also met a few half-buried old soldiers under an old jujube tree in the market, who were also terrible at chess.

It is said that there will be no regrets in making a move.

As a result, they regret their moves every time they fail to win.

It was clearly their fault, but they still kept making excuses and sometimes even took advantage of their seniority. What shame on these old people!
Xuanming was so angry that he blew his beard and glared every time.

He always makes harsh remarks and says he will never do it again.

A few days later, he went there happily again, set up the chessboard, and laid out the chess game, vowing to avenge his previous humiliation.

Although Xuanming no longer dressed up as a beggar, he just changed his identity among the lower-class people, sometimes old, sometimes young, sometimes male, sometimes female, but he had seen other beggars who came to the border town.

The people in the border town are simple and kind-hearted.

When beggars enter this city, they are not only warmly welcomed and given meals and baths, but they are also allowed to be self-reliant.

Those who are young and strong are sent to the barracks.

The elderly and infirm were sent to the barracks.

All males were sent to the barracks.

No matter who you are, there is always room for you to make use of your talents.

Even disabled elderly people can be treated like retired veterans, either by making use of their remaining energy in the Huotou Camp, or by being placed in the three streets of Wuyoufang and doing work in the barracks within their capacity.

In other words, the barracks don't keep idle people.

When you go in and come out, you will definitely have a skill.

If you can't get out after entering, you must have a place on the monument to heroes in Beishan Cemetery.

Xuanming once saw a familiar figure:
The blind old beggar who used to set up a stall and tell fortunes with him in Fuyun County had not been seen for many years, and he had a chance to meet him.

Not only did he master the divination technique that Xuanming had taught him in the past, but he also had another encounter. He embarked on the path of cultivation with the divination technique, and his spirit blossomed, entering the fourth stage of cultivation.

He even gave himself the Taoist name Ji Yuan.

But he was still blind. Xuanming went to see the beggar on purpose.

It was purely by chance that I learned that this old friend had traveled around the world and came to the border town.

Meeting old friends in a foreign place is one of the joys of life.

Xuanming deliberately let him spend a day in the hall, then preached to him for an hour before personally sending him to the barracks.

With his abilities, he will definitely be able to lend a helping hand to the Zhenbei Army.

The days passed by little by little.

The fragrance of osmanthus is faint, and the frost is getting thicker.

Xuanming was free and easy, and his practice was getting better and better.

During this time, he kept his promises.

Help Wuershan's remaining soul to reincarnate.

This great wizard died protecting the North, and can only be reincarnated in the North.

The selected family had been in the army for generations. All the men had died on the battlefield, leaving only the elderly, the weak, the women and the children, with only a pregnant daughter-in-law. Xuanming also calculated that the fetus in her belly was a girl.

By sending the remaining soul into the belly, the family will not only be able to have twins, but also have a son to take over the family line and carry on the family line. In the future, when Wuershan grows up, he can continue to serve in the army.

As for the remaining soul of the Black Water Serpent, Xuanming handed it over to the Saintess of the Liu Sect, and she would deal with it herself. He would not spend too much time on it.

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A month later, autumn ends and winter comes.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the air was chilly.

The sunlight is blocked and visibility is low.

Xuanming opened the door, stepped out, and woke up the three little ones in the next yard. When they were still sleepy, he waved his sleeves without saying a word, and flew up into the sky on a cloud.

Passing through the thick clouds and leaping over the dark sea of clouds, the sight suddenly became bright and the vision suddenly broadened.

Gazing at the line of light between the clouds and the sky, Xuanming waved his sleeves and released three little ones, who first sat cross-legged in the sea of clouds, moving around the body and inhaling and exhaling the purple air of the morning sun.

A huge purple sun enveloped the Taoist body. Li Zizai and others did not dare to be careless. They practiced beside Xuanming with ease.

This happens whenever the weather is gloomy, and it is difficult to be lazy. They complained at first, but later got used to it.

Now I am even a little complacent.

If I don’t practice for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over, unable to sleep or eat, as if I have some serious illness.

Half an hour later, Xuanming brought the three kids back to Zhenbeihou Mansion. He immediately turned his head, his eyes piercing through the void.

Zhenbei City, thousands of miles away.

A large group of people are heading this way.

Three thousand soldiers rode on red-scaled horses, with several carriages in the middle, and a circle of eunuchs who looked like purple potato spirits surrounding the carriages.

Each of them has a strong aura and is a cultivator.

After calculating with his fingers and confirming his guess, Xuanming ordered Li Zizai to pass on a message to Zhenbei Hou:
"The imperial envoy will arrive soon."

Upon receiving the news, Zhenbei Hou had a complicated expression.

After patting Li Zizai's head and telling him to go out and play, he stood alone in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking towards the south with a deep gaze.

An hour later, a snowy owl flew into the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, also bringing news of the imperial envoy.

The blood in his hands boiled like fire as he burned the letter to ashes. Thinking of the information he had collected during this period and the secret conversation with the third-generation Liu Xian, the old marquis finally made up his mind after considering for an hour.

After stepping out of the door, he walked slowly through the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion. Each step was firm, and with each step he took, his waist bent a little and his hair turned an inch grayer.

See things and miss people.

Memories flooded like a broken dam.

The thorn hidden deep in my heart spreads wildly.

The vicissitudes of the Zhenbeihou Mansion over the past two hundred years passed through his eyes, mind, and heart.

This iron-willed veteran, who never showed weakness in front of others, had tears in his eyes. He hid in an empty alley, sobbing and crying like rain.

Xuanming sighed in the guest house.

The Marquis of Zhenbei guarded the northern border for more than two hundred years.

At its most glorious time, this mansion had nearly a thousand people living there, and it was bustling every day, with servants running around, young men and women practicing martial arts and exchanging ideas, and the grass was green and there were laughter and joy.

Now only the old marquis, three disabled old servants and an adopted girl are left; the rest are all dead.

My parents died on the battlefield.

Brothers and sisters died on the battlefield.

Children shed blood on the battlefield.

Servants, both big and small, also died in the battle one after another.

Even his personal soldiers were few and far between.

This kind of pain can only be borne by Zhenbei Hou himself.

He withdrew his gaze and didn't look again.

All we know is that after Marquis Zhenbei walked through every corner of the mansion alone, his unyielding spirit was gone.

His temples were completely white, his hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles and bloodless, like dry bark, like a dying old man, with a hunched back.

He walked into the ancestral hall.

Ordered no one to come near.

I sat there for two days and two nights.

Until the sound of horse hooves was heard, the imperial envoy stopped in front of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.

(End of this chapter)