Chapter 131 Myths Reflect Reality

In the mirror world, the ghost market.

Hong Xiangling was wearing a black robe and walking silently in the ghost market.

From her gait and body shape, she didn't have any feminine features, but looked like a nine-foot-tall man.

She walked around and stopped in front of a stall in the corner.

The stall was filled with jades of various colors and sizes, some were hot, and some were cold.

"How many spirit stones are this?" Hong Xiangling pointed to a fist-sized piece of green jade.

"Ten thousand years of Yintan water jade, very high purity, three thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Hong Xiangling touched it, and felt cold, and a yin aura came over her. The purity was also very good.

"Fifty, sell it if you want."

What ten thousand years or ten thousand years are all fake, aren't the stones hundreds of thousands of years old? It all depends on the seller's mouth, and the price is what he says.

"Are you kidding? At least two thousand eight."

Hong Xiangling turned and left.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, fifty is fifty."

After a round of bargaining, he finally got the spiritual jade as he wished.

Soon, the spiritual stone was sent to Xu Xuan.

On the other side, Wutong Cave Heaven.

Xu Xuan prepared the altar outside the thatched cottage.

Five new fruits, one catty of tea, two catties of wine, two catties of deer jerky, twenty-four lamps, two mirrors, incense is agarwood, and the talisman ink is black ink plus Xu Xuan's own blood.

On the altar is a willow wood plaque and seven jade bottles.

Xu Xuan straightened his clothes and stood in front of the altar. He concentrated for a moment. The elegance of agarwood gradually calmed his mind.

For half a month, Xu Xuan did not wait, but looked for the remaining ghosts. Recently, many spies and criminals have been caught. Under the idea of ​​using heavy punishments in troubled times, there are still thousands of people in prison.

The requirements for ghosts have nothing to do with physical strength, but rather with the date of birth. As long as it is Qingming, Shangsi, Zhongyuan, or Hanyi, one has the qualifications to become a ghost.

With a command, it was relatively easy to find seven people among a group of light and heavy prisoners.

Xu Xuan then used a foxtail pen to dip a little black ink and wrote the ghost's birth date and name.

A total of twelve pages were written, and they were pressed with a three-inch and two-centimeter-thick jade seal. Under the seal were engraved the four words "divine soldiers are urgent".

Whoosh whoosh! !

Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew in the cave.

The candlelight on the altar turned into a dark green color, and the gloomy air was eerie, and ghosts and spirits appeared.

Xu Xuan opened his eyes, pinched his fingers, and chanted: "The first emergency will cause the ghosts and gods to move, the second emergency will cause the sun and the moon to be unclear, the third emergency will cause the soldiers to fight in disorder, the fourth emergency will cause the dragon and tiger to come to protect, the fifth emergency will cause the emperor to visit... The root of heaven and earth, the ten thousand ancestors practice Taoism, the millions of divine soldiers walk in the cave..."

Use blood sacrifice, incense sacrifice, spiritual energy sacrifice... a stream of yin energy enters the seal, and the seal emits mysterious light.

While Xu Xuan was refining the seal, there were new changes in the outside world.

"I am a Taoist heavenly soldier, you will die quickly!!"

In Tianshui, a group of rabble jumped onto the city wall, killed the guard, and opened the city gate with powerful light skills.

"Brothers, kill!!"

The demon cult rushed into the city and searched the whole city for three days, looting treasures, women, food, etc., and many people died at once.

In the county governor's office in Tianshui County, the leader was a tall and strong man with sharp eyes, like a sword unsheathed. He was Tuoba Wu, the leader of the coalition.

"Leader, we have conquered such a large territory, why don't we manage it ourselves? Why rely on others?" A man in green said.

Originally, he planned to rely on Taoism, but after tasting the power, he didn't want to share it with others, so he might as well hold it tightly in his hands.

"Yes, the attitude over there is still unclear. Instead of relying on others, it is better to be independent and take care of your own business."

Tuoba Wu didn't speak. After everyone finished speaking, he slowly said: "Do you think you are very powerful? You can govern the place? You have tens of thousands of defenders guarding here? Do you have enough food? Taoism has been rooted in Guanzhong for many years, how can you compare with it."

This remark made everyone speechless. Thinking carefully, it was true. People with insight could see that famine was brewing, and there might be refugees who would rise up against them.

Without a strong external aid, they might even split up internally.

"Pass my order, everyone gather and go to the border between Tianshui and Chencang."

On the other side, Taoism also knew that someone in Tianshui was making trouble under their banner.

Kou Zhen did not hesitate, and directly ordered the troops to be dispatched. Lu Jing stayed here, and he led the elite Taoists and 3,000 Taoist soldiers to Tianshui.

The slogan was to subdue demons and monsters and uphold justice.

The movement here also reached the ears of other local forces.

The 13th year of Datong.

In the desert area, the emperor ruled the world for more than ten years, leaving behind a chaotic era of the prosperity of the barbarians. Now the desert has been unified by the hero, and the barbarians are sharpening their knives and preparing to go south.

The towering mountains, with lush pastures at the foot of the mountains, and groups of wild horses running happily on the grassland.

In the tent, two middle-aged men were drinking, one in a Taoist robe and the other in barbarian clothes.

The two men had different auras, one was as sharp as a sword, the other was as reserved as an abyss.

"Brother Wang, what do you think of the world?" asked Murong Xuan, the Martial Saint of the Desert.

The person opposite him was Wang Dao, the descendant of the Taoist school, and now the Grandmaster Wang Sanren.

Wang Dao smiled and said, "Do you think this is a good time for the desert to go south? You are wrong. China will produce heroes every 500 years. The day it goes south will be the day when the desert will be destroyed."

"Haha, don't lie to me. There are hundreds of rebel kings in the Central Plains, big and small, who can't even take care of themselves, how can they take care of us? Have you really found a hero? Or a hero who appears once every 500 years?" Murong Xuan didn't believe it and thought the old man was crazy.

Although the two men have different identities, they are also old friends who have known each other for many years.

"Haha, then you can try." Wang Daoshen said mysteriously, "When a hero emerges, the world will be at peace. Jingming Temple has found that hero."

"Is Emperor Wen of Chen not a hero compared to him?"

"No!"

"Is Emperor Wu of Song not a hero?"

"No!"

"How do King Sima Yi of Jin and King Cao Cao of Wei compare to him?"

"Not worth mentioning. A hero appears once every five hundred years. If you say five hundred years, it's five hundred years."

Hearing this, Murong Xuan's smile gradually faded.

Who can bear such a reputation? The heroes of the past five hundred years are not as good as him.

Is he really that powerful? Or is he deceiving himself?

It seems that I have to tell the people below to curb their bellicosity and temporarily postpone their southward march, at least to see the situation first.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Murong Xuan changed the subject and asked: "Do you know Taoism?"

"Hmph..." Wang Dao snorted coldly, "Those guys who don't know the times are out to make trouble again. They will definitely be the vanguard of the king. The destruction of Taoism in the future will definitely be caused by them."

As a descendant of the former Taoist sect, he was very sad that his fellow Taoists had fallen to such a level.

"This time Taoism seems to be different from before."

"Birds of a feather, Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne."

The reactions of various forces were different, and they all believed that Taoism was just a small wave and not to be feared.

Taiyuan.

Yun Qiong was a guest of honor, and the main seat was Tang Hu, the head of the Tang family, and next to him were a group of civil officials and military generals.

"The day of the uprising is not far away. Jingming Temple can cooperate in recruiting soldiers and provide intelligence. We have people in the desert. In order to prevent the desert from moving south, you can send troops to show goodwill and make friends with the desert first." Yun Qiong said slowly.

"If we rebel now, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among the people of the world." Tang Hu hesitated.

On the left was a graceful man, his legitimate son Tang Ming.

"We will seize Chang'an first, support the descendants of the Chen family as emperors, use the emperor to command the princes, and occupy the name of orthodoxy. Guanzhong will be in our hands."

"There are Taoist forces in Guanzhong, you should be more careful." Yun Qiong was a little worried.

"Homemade chickens and clay dogs, dogs guarding the house, not worth mentioning."

The crowd did not take Xu Xuan and his men seriously. These people were no different from the rebel kings in the world today.

They were unpopular and coerced the people, and they not only had the support of the aristocratic families, but also the people's hearts on their side.

With the right time, place and people, as long as they did not make mistakes, they could at least rule one side, and hegemony was within reach.

"Get ready, Taiyuan is too close to the desert, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We should go south to attack Chang'an as soon as possible. This is the foundation of kingship."

Soon, the whole family started to move.

Since cooperating with Jingming Temple, under their powerful propaganda machine, Tang Ming's prestige has risen to the limit, and gradually gained the reputation of a beacon in troubled times, and together with the kingly way, they are called the two Mings of the Han Dynasty.

The people's hearts are indeed on their side.

On the other side, the Taoist army gathered.

In the evening, the army headed for Tianshui and ran into the army of Tuoba Wu and others.

In the Tianshui military camp, a young attendant stood beside Tuoba Wu, who was Song Qing.

The messenger reported: "Kou Zhen refused to cooperate with us, and said that he would destroy their reputation and must be punished."

"Bold, who does he think he is? Rejecting the righteous men at the door, will it cause the world to laugh?"

"Then take them down and annex the Taoist territory."

The Taoist army was stationed in the county town ahead, blocking their way.

At this time, another spy broke in from outside.

"Report, Xu Xuan is here, on the city wall!"

Tuoba Wu and the attendant looked at each other.

"Come on, prepare the horses."

Led by Tuoba Wu and others, a group of high-ranking officials rode towards the city gate.

On top of them stood a very young man.

"Is this Xu Xuan?" Song Qing was a little surprised. This man was really too young.

Tuoba Wu stepped forward and shouted, saying loudly:

"Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. Now the righteous men of the Demon Sect have come to surrender and share wealth. Do you want to be a dictator who cannot tolerate good and evil? Don't you want your reputation? This is the way to death!"

"Get ready to take action and consume the power of Taoism to the greatest extent!" Song Qing secretly transmitted the message. Since he couldn't join, he would fight among himself.

Let this force be trapped here and can't let them grow any further.

"Aren't you a god? If you are a god, why don't you accept us?"

"That's right! Why don't you show mercy? Are you going to watch us starve to death?"

"Xu Zhenjun, I heard that you can catch ghosts and gods, catch a few and let's see!"

"Haha!"

Under the instigation of those with ulterior motives, the mood in Tianshui became more and more intense.

We will not only do bad things in your name, but also morally blackmail you and force you to bow your head.

Since you, Xu Xuan, are a true god, why don't you care about your fellow Taoists?

At this time, Xu Xuan spoke, and everyone became quiet involuntarily.

"Who said that the gods came to the world to let you enjoy wealth and honor? Why didn't they shed blood and separate your wives and children?"

"What do the good and evil have to do with me?"

Wow!

Xu Xuan took out a jade seal.

With a wave of his hand, the wind and clouds changed color.

Something terrible happened.

There were gusts of cold wind, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from all around.

The black air gathered and formed twelve feet high black shadows.

Black shadows gathered in the air. Their faces were indigo, their eyes were vertical, their hair was red like fire, their foreheads were like hills, they were wearing green armor, and they held long swords, long spears, and long halberds.

Sending generals and soldiers, ghosts and gods followed.

Legends reflect reality, and what they bring is not holiness, not immortality, and not wealth, but oppression and terror.

Xu Zhenjun once again proved that torturing ghosts and summoning gods is not an illusion.

Everyone didn't expect that they originally laughed at Xu Xuan for pretending to be a ghost, but they didn't expect it to really happen.

Now it has happened, what about them?