Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 339 Good luck to the world! (one)

(Edited.)
The Shabragan is a doctrinal text written in Old Persian, which was presented by Mani to the Persian King Shabrur I.

The Persian Fudo was born in the first year of the reign of Empress Wu Zetian (694 AD) and brought the sutra to Tang China.

The original text sent by the Good Mother was in Old Persian. As for the many secret methods practiced by the Ming Cult followers later, most of them were translated into Chinese by others.

Duncan reached out and took the "The Sutra of the Wisdom of the Root of All Dharmas," also known as the "Great Gospel." The Good Mother stood aside and respectfully translated it. Her plump and beautiful figure was stretched long by the candlelight. Unconsciously, she took the initiative to move closer, kneeling down on one knee, her posture gentle and humble, and a scent like musk gradually wafted over.

The translation of "Good Mother" gave Duncan a sense of déjà vu.

"Is this a meditation method?"

Duncan's mind stirred instantly, and the magical power within his ancestral aperture flowed automatically. However, it did not follow the Eastern theory of meridians, but rather developed the potential of the human body's bloodline, directly condensing spiritual power in another way.

Western meditation methods.

Furthermore, it incorporates some of the secret techniques of monotheistic prayer and meditation, and even some ancient Indian esoteric methods, making it a unique martial art that combines Eastern and Western elements.

wrong.

It should be said that after Mithraism spread to the West, monotheism also absorbed some of its rituals. When Duncan was the Roman emperor, he studied Mithraism and found that many of the rituals of monotheism were adapted and transformed.

"Cultivating spiritual power?"

Duncan closed his eyes instantly, and in that instant his primordial spirit stirred. The mental cultivation method of the "Scripture of the Wisdom of the Root of All Laws" started operating on its own. Although it incorporated some Eastern cultivation systems, its root was the secret method of the Indo-European region, and its cultivation of spiritual power was the Western meditation method.

With his previous research into Western magic, Duncan mastered the first half of the "Scripture of the Wisdom of the Root of All Laws" in just a quarter of an hour.

The Good Mother seemed to sense the spiritual power gathered on Duncan's body. Her beautiful face was full of shock. Even if the Bright Venerable had other techniques to enhance him, it would be impossible for him to cultivate the "Scripture of Wisdom that Exhausts the Roots of All Dharmas" so quickly. Moreover, the fluctuation of Duncan's primordial spirit was extremely terrifying. In just a moment, it was probably no less than her more than ten years of hard cultivation.

"It really is a Western meditation method."

The shadow behind Duncan suddenly seemed to come alive; this was a manifestation of mental interference with reality, a phenomenon similar to the awakening of a mind sorcerer.

Manichaeism spread rapidly and replaced the old sects. Mithraism was able to take root in the West and spread to so many places because it had secret methods for cultivating spiritual power, which was an absolute weapon against ordinary people.

He achieved minor success in spiritual and esoteric arts.

The voluptuous figure of the benevolent mother immediately knelt on the ground, excitedly saying, "Your Excellency's talent is unprecedented and unparalleled. You should be able to master the 'Scripture of Wisdom that Thoroughly Explains the Roots of All Dharmas' within a few months."

Duncan withdrew his gaze from "Sabraghan" and looked down at the voluptuous and alluring Good Mother before him. His gaze lingered for a moment on her full, round, and enormous buttocks, and feeling the soft touch beneath his feet, he said calmly, "What did you see before?"

From the moment he began to comprehend the "Sutra on the Wisdom of the Root of All Dharmas," the Good Mother began to intentionally or unintentionally entice him.

He first approached quietly, the fragrance emanating from her body reaching Duncan's nose and mouth. Then he knelt down, and with just a turn of his head, he could see a deep, secluded space. Now, as he knelt, half of her body was prostrate at his feet, and with just a slight lift of his toes, he could delve into a warm, soft body.

The virtuous mother's voluptuous and beautiful body trembled. She dared not conceal anything, nor dared she raise her head, and stammered, "The sun... a black sun..."

Is this a reflection of his spirit?
Duncan raised an eyebrow, extended a finger to lift Shanmu's chin, and gazed into her azure eyes. This woman was of Central Asian descent, renowned in the martial world for her beauty, praised for her exotic allure. Her body was voluptuous and alluring, reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty, but not in the sense of being overly plump; rather, she possessed what later generations would call a voluptuous beauty. Even the most skilled martial artists of this world couldn't control their figures, and Shanmu was curvaceous, voluptuous, and beautiful, possessing both the slender waist of a Central Asian woman and the large, round breasts of a full moon. If, in the words of the Western Region demon monk Kumarajiva, she was a first-rate, superior vessel for a sexual encounter.

When faced with Duncan's gaze, the good mother did not flinch, but only showed a hint of fervor in her eyes, as if she had seen the sun, admired the sun, worshipped the sun, and praised the sun.

The spirit of the way of the hegemon has been planted in her heart.

She was probably the only one who saw Duncan's spiritual reflection, the primordial spirit of the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord. Without the spiritual power of the "Complete Wisdom Sutra of the Root of All Laws," she wouldn't even have had the right to peek at it. Just seeing the truth at a glance made her whole body and mind tremble, and then she was completely immersed in it.

To glimpse the reflection of the Great Freedom Demon Lord in the form of a mortal.

Duncan remained calm and slowly asked, "What do you want?"

The good mother's breathing quickened, and she knelt down humbly once more, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I wish to follow Your Majesty for all eternity."

"Whether in this world or in another world."

She knew the secret of shattering the void, and understood that for such a being, the world of this realm could not confine him.

Duncan smiled faintly and said, "Including making you betray the Great Ming God?"

The virtuous mother's voluptuous and alluring body trembled even more. She gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Your orders are law!"

She really saw it.

So many top masters in the world, including Lu Shanjun who had entered the Dao realm, could not see Duncan's spiritual reflection, but a kind mother who was stuck at the threshold of entering the Dao realm could actually see his primordial spirit.

Duncan asked curiously, "What else did you see?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Good Mother humbly said, "The Golden Throne... mountains of corpses and seas of blood... a pure land of order born from slaughter..."

A born high priest!

If the benevolent mother before us were in another world, she would probably be chosen by the gods.

wrong.

The Good Mother of the Ming Cult is, in itself, a spokesperson for the gods, but due to the limitations of the laws of the world, she does not have the same power and authority as the chosen people of the gods.

No wonder her mental strength is so strong!
Good Mother wants to switch allegiance and directly join Duncan's tutelage, becoming a priestess who serves him in body, mind, and soul.

Duncan revealed a hint of interest and slowly said, "You want to become an angel?"

Angel.

Upon hearing this, the kind mother understood perfectly.

The Ming Cult originated from Persia, so they naturally knew some things about the West. The word "angel" is equivalent to the messenger of God, and it is also what they pursue, a secondary god second only to the true God, a kind of immortal and immortal being.

Duncan continued, "If you truly wish to follow me for all eternity, I will take your soul."

"Not entering the cycle of reincarnation in this world."

"You have to think about it."

The virtuous mother's plump and beautiful figure was still trembling as she spoke with difficulty, "Everything is up to Your Majesty."

No matter how one cultivates the Ming Cult's techniques, they all rely on the power of the Ming Cult's gods. Even if the Five Mingzi cultivate to their limit, they will only be at the level of otherworldly divine messengers. The Mingzun cannot replace the Great Mingzun God, and the Good Mother cannot become the true Good Mother God. The fact that the Ming Cult has not had many top-level masters who have entered the Dao realm over the years is due to the inherent limitations of its techniques.

There's no such thing as practicing martial arts and turning into Maitreya Buddha.

Even the monk Bujie only dared to dream of attaining the Arhatship.

In Western terms, they are a combination of priests and priests; the highest level is legendary, and anything beyond that depends entirely on divine favor.

Duncan gazed into the eyes of the Good Mother, and a spiritual imprint was implanted into her body.

The Good Mother offered no resistance, releasing her mental energy field and allowing Duncan to leave his mark, even giving her the illusion that her soul was being scorched by the sun.

Let's make a mark first, and we'll decide later whether or not to take the soul of the benevolent mother with us.

It's a pity her talent was wasted in the East; if she were in the Western world, she could probably become a god-chosen powerhouse.

The good mother's expression was one of wild joy. She stood up excitedly, her plump body trembling slightly. Then, her gaze towards Duncan, which had been calm, gradually returned to clarity. A humble, charming smile appeared on her face. She no longer had the demeanor of a Ming Cult saintess. Instead, she was more like a female dog trying to please her master. She said softly, "Has Your Excellency practiced the Supreme Yoga?"

The Ming Cult also ventured into the Western Regions, but failed to establish a firm foothold.

Duncan gently shook his head and said, "It is the Great Wisdom and Love Sutra of the Western Regions demon monk. You should know him."

Upon hearing this, the Good Mother immediately remembered who it was: Kumarajiva, the evil monk who had even offered to exchange a secret method for a copy of the "Knowledge Sutra that Exhausts the Roots of All Dharmas".

The voluptuous and beautiful woman before him knelt on the ground, raised her head, and her exotic face showed a hint of expectation as she cautiously said, "Does Your Majesty wish to serve you in bed to cultivate? I have also comprehended some of the supreme yoga methods."

When meat is brought to your mouth, taste it first to see how it tastes.

Duncan's expression remained calm, but a hint of demonic desire flickered deep within his eyes. The voluptuous and beautiful Good Mother before him practiced both Eastern and Western esoteric arts. When preaching, she appeared as a dignified saint, but now she was a completely different person. This was the wondrous use of spiritual magic, a secret technique that bewitched people's minds.

Upon hearing this, he patted his thigh, and the voluptuous and beautiful Shanmu revealed a flirtatious smile. Her alluring gaze and demeanor were like those of a seductive Hu woman. She gracefully sat on his lap, and the next second her expression returned to dignified compassion, like a holy maiden of the Ming Cult, devoutly serving the gods.

Another monster-like figure.

it's fine.

Duncan is surrounded by all sorts of monsters and demons; he himself is the most monstrous of all.

Five fingers sink into a plump mound, requiring even the gentlest touch; indeed, it was the legacy of the Tang Dynasty, plump and beautiful like Yang Guifei.

Duncan has always been two-faced when it comes to people.

Discuss righteousness with a gentleman, and discuss profit with a petty person.

He also enjoyed the voluptuous beauty of the benevolent mother without any hesitation. Her skin was like silk, the kind of pale skin that would be called "cold white skin" in later generations. Her figure was full of exotic charm, exquisite and well-proportioned. With just a flick of her palms, her sword was at the ready.

The kind mother frowned slightly, paused in her breath, sighed softly, and said in a trembling voice, "Please have mercy, Your Majesty."

Duncan remained unmoved and simply asked, "How many followers does the Ming Cult have now?"

The benevolent mother paused for a moment, then said softly, "There are hundreds of thousands of them."

"But most of them are ordinary people."

"If we were to start an uprising, we would have about three thousand capable men. Should I recall them?"

As expected, it is a major sect of the Demonic Cult.

In this world, most martial arts sects only have a few dozen members, and very few demonic sects have thousands of formal followers.

Although gangs in the martial arts world may seem to have a large number of members, many of them are just poor, downtrodden commoners.

Duncan shook his head, stretched out his arms, and said calmly, "No need."

"You sent people to infiltrate the Southern Tang and Shu regions." "They will be useful in the future."

He didn't need so many people to destroy the Southern Han. He needed to shake the world and cause uprisings on all sides so he could seize an opportunity to make a decisive move.

The mother seemed to have guessed something, and her excitement grew even stronger. Her eyes became unfocused, and she murmured, "Is His Majesty preparing to unify the world?"

Duncan shook his head again, remaining silent.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Do you know where the Mo family's legacy is hidden among the six branches of the Demonic Sect?"

"I've heard they possess secret techniques from the pre-Qin period?"

"They can even create mechanical dolls?"

Upon hearing this, the kind mother frowned and bit her lip, seemingly pondering for a moment before saying, "There is indeed such a saying."

"But the Mohist school has kept its lineage hidden from the world."

"The Ming Cult also has a similar relationship with the six branches of the Demonic Sect, and they often clash. If Your Majesty wishes to find them, I will immediately send someone to gather information."

Duncan nodded.

The Mohists were of great use to him; if he wanted to ensure that everyone in the world had enough to eat, he would have to rely on the Mohists.

Even mechanical beings can be created, yet these idiots remain hidden from the world.

It’s time to fight!

The benevolent mother let out a long sigh, her whole body trembling as she looked on with a pitiful expression, and said, "Among the Five Bright Children, Wonderful Water and Wonderful Fire are both virgins. May I summon them to satisfy Your Majesty's desires?"

Duncan shook his head slightly, circulating his true energy into the body of the benevolent mother, using the principle of yin and yang to generate each other, taking and giving.

He seemed somewhat dejected and said, "Another day."

"You step back first."

The plump figure of the Good Mother staggered as she slowly retreated. The Fire Maiden and Water Maiden, who were waiting outside the door, looked puzzled and hurriedly stepped forward to help the Good Mother.

"I am fine."

The Good Mother pushed the two aside, her expression stern, and said coldly, "What happened today is the highest secret of the sect and must never be revealed to outsiders."

Miao Shui and Miao Huo respectfully agreed.

After the figures of the Good Mother and her party disappeared, he took advantage of a moment of clarity in his mind and flipped through the "Scripture of the Wisdom of the Root of All Dharmas" in his hand. The spiritual secrets in it could control the minds of others. If he used all the methods of the demonic sect, he could have hundreds of thousands of people in an instant.

But even if there are many cannon fodder, they are still cannon fodder. The people of this world have suffered enough; there is no need to send ordinary people to their deaths.

On a whim, Duncan picked up a pen and wrote a line.

—In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will befall the world!

………………

The towering Mount Taihua stands majestically, supporting the earth and holding up the sky.

The three peaks, carved like jade, resemble blue lotuses hanging upside down from the clouds; the five sacred mountains stand like gates, as if a giant spirit has cleaved the mountains in two. The East Peak, facing the rising sun, holds up the sun to break the dawn; the West Peak, like a lotus flower, receives sweet dew and hangs a rainbow. The South Peak, like a wild goose descending, brushes against the stars and aligns the constellations; the North Peak, like a cloud platform, guards the throat of Qin and Jin. The Central Peak, like a jade maiden, embraces the verdant hills shrouded in mist, its five colors scattered, as if the imperial palace has been moved here.

Huashan.

In the midst of towering mountains, a lazy Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly elegance was observing the stars at night. His long beard flowed freely as he lay on a blue stone, as if on a couch. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he had just awakened from a deep dream. He had slept for seven days and seven nights, and upon opening his eyes, he saw that the celestial phenomena were abnormal, and everything was in chaos.

"The Later Zhou dynasty had fallen, and Zhao Kuangyin donned the yellow robe and took its place."

Why is the celestial phenomenon still a state of chaos?

This Taoist priest was summoned to the palace by Emperor Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty, Chai Rong, a few years ago to inquire about the magic of conjuring gold and silver. Later, he resigned from his official post and went into seclusion on Mount Hua again, where he slept for days and months at a time.

Chen Chuan Lao Zu, also known as Fu Yao Zi, was later called Xi Yi Xian Sheng.

According to folklore, he once won Mount Hua from Zhao Kuangyin. He was also a deity in his time and had some dealings with Daoist Lü.

wrong.

When Zhao Kuangyin donned the yellow robe, it should have been the beginning of peace and stability in the world. Why then is the future of the empire becoming increasingly uncertain?
Chen Tuan got up and cast a divination.

Good luck.

That's not right either. The rise of the Song Dynasty was ill-fated and it did not fully inherit the destiny of China, so it should not be considered an auspicious omen.

As if he didn't believe in superstition, he cast another divination.

It's still very auspicious.

Has the secret of heaven gone wrong? Has this art of divination become completely useless?
This person unleashed all his cultivation, his figure almost lifting off the ground as he circulated the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Converging at the Origin, directly entering a state of communion between heaven and man.

Divination begins!

It's still very auspicious.

Moreover, it is the best of the auspicious hexagrams, the Qian hexagram (Earth Mountain Qian). The preceding hexagrams include "Flying Dragon in the Sky" and "Heaven and Earth Interacting in Harmony," and almost all the best auspicious hexagrams have appeared.

What is the logic behind this?

Although Chen Tuan was not particularly skilled in divination and had not deeply studied the Great Derivation Numbers, he had never in his life received so many auspicious hexagrams in one go.

Heaven and man are one!

After all, he was a highly skilled master of the divine realm in this world. The six hexagrams he drew were all auspicious signs.

He was struck dumb, his expression dazed. Gazing at the vastness of the world, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that I've gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"

"Where did all these auspicious divinations come from?"

He still didn't believe in superstitions, so he casually tossed it aside, and it brought good fortune again, with a flying dragon soaring in the sky.

fake.

all fake.

I must not have woken up yet. I accidentally overslept and went into a state of demonic possession, escaping into a nightmare illusion.

How could every divination result in great fortune?
It's not that I've gone mad.

Even this world has gone mad.

Ancestor Chen Chuan's hair and beard danced wildly, his cultivation astonishing, reaching the realm of immortals, far surpassing those in the martial world. His figure soared into the air, his primordial spirit leaving his body, creating a deeper connection with heaven and earth. Finally, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes in utter astonishment, muttering:
"Will the year of Jiazi bring great fortune to the world?"

Jiazi year.

If calculated, it would be 964 AD. He was divining the future trend of the world, and no matter how he calculated it, the destiny and fate were all 'auspicious' omens.

If it were an ordinary person, a quick calculation wouldn't yield any results.

However, Chen Chuan's cultivation level was too high.

Such a master, a god-like figure in this world, can glimpse the changes in the heavens. The higher his cultivation, the more he can calculate. And no matter how he calculates, it is always 'great fortune'!
The figure of Patriarch Chen Tuan slowly landed.

His face was filled with disbelief, as if he had thought of something, and he murmured, "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise."

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

"Who?"

"who is it?"

"Who else in this world has mastered the secret art of the Great Teacher's Scales?"

wrong.

Even if Zhang Jiao were alive, he could not change the secrets of heaven. This auspicious divination has already driven him somewhat mad.

good luck!

Benefiting the world!

What a terrifying divination! Could it be that a sage is about to be born?

Has the Yellow River become clear?

At this moment, Chen Tuan even wanted to go and see the Yellow River.

It was also on this night.

Amidst a severe drought in Shaanxi, a sudden storm brought a torrential downpour, quenching the thirst of the parched land. Countless people wept with joy, kneeling and kowtowing to heaven and earth, as if the heavens had finally shown mercy and bestowed a small blessing upon the suffering people of the world.

In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will befall the world!
Everything is changing in a direction of great fortune; the destiny and fortune stolen from the Central Plains seem to be returning.

It seems that even heaven and earth are taking pity on the difficulties of humankind.

What joy is there in living, and what sorrow in dying?
Pity us mortals, for we suffer so much!
Natural and man-made disasters.

Heaven has been merciful; now, only man-made disasters remain in the world.

………………

(End of this chapter)