The First Cause of All Realms

boom!

As thunder fell before his eyes, a strong wind blew his face.

Just getting up and putting down such a small action, Bu Lingxu's pupils suddenly shrank, only to feel that the person in front of him has undergone tremendous changes.

Like an eagle hitting the sky, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

In the first moment, it seemed that he was just a gentleman on an outing, calm and gentle, but in the next moment, it was as if a giant monster had torn off its human skin and revealed its hideous fangs.

clang clang ~

In an instant, Bu Lingxu's long spear made an uncontrollable clanging sound, all his clothes and hair were thrown back, and a biting chill filled his body.

"He is so arrogant?!"

Bu Lingxu was completely moved.

Even though he had already looked at this person very high, he was shocked to realize that he still looked too low.

At this moment, he even had the terrifying illusion of facing Jilong Mountain, and the calm voice became so sharp in his heart.

Listen or die? !

Ka Ka Ka ~

The tense five fingers pinched the body of the black iron spear, and the blue veins on the forehead burst out, and Bu Lingxu almost burst out, but facing the indifferent eyes, his heart is cold again.

His high head was lowered, and what he saw was the commander-in-chief glowing red. His chest heaved and his voice became hoarse:

"Bu Lingxu, listen to the order!"

Bu Lingxu bowed his head, Yang Yu was not surprised.

Although Liu Sengmen and Jinyiwei are not affiliated with each other, they both belong to the imperial court in the end. With the command of the general arresting order in hand, they can act as the general arresting authority.

Of course, the more important thing is force.

"Gather all the head-hunters and fast-shooters in Deyang Mansion at Six Gates, and gather in half an hour!"

Yang Prison stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice echoed inside and outside the house:

"Take someone with me!"

Bu Lingxu raised his head suddenly, restrained his expression again, and nodded expressionlessly:

"Yes!"

Yang Yu didn't take Bu Lingxu's attitude, let it go, sat down again, and began to read the intelligence files that the former had already sorted out.

Compared with Jin Yiwei, whose eyes and ears were completely removed, the information on the six doors is naturally very complete, and the changes in Deyang Mansion in the past two years are extremely detailed.

[In the autumn of the eighth year of Qianyuan, the scorching sun continued for several months, and there was little rain in spring and summer. Many rivers in Deyang Prefecture were in danger of drying up...]

[In the spring of the ninth year of Qianyuan, because there was no snow last winter, it was difficult to sow seeds in the spring, and people were already panicking.

And opened a porridge shed to provide relief...]

[In the autumn of the ninth year, it was another year of no harvest, and the severe drought could no longer be concealed. Although all the important roads were cut off, the victims still had a tendency to leak out...]

[There is dissatisfaction in the six gates, many arrests, arrests and grievances, forcibly suppressed... There is a secret book from Jin Yiwei's dark son, who has been stopped and killed...]

[In the winter of the ninth year, there was no snow and water, and the victims finally collapsed. The trend of leakage could not be avoided... Cao Jinlie, a hundred households of Jinyiwei, entered the Deyang Mansion, and the stronghold was hidden in the dark...]

[Cao Jinlie faced An Sizhi, and a violent conflict broke out between the two sides. The latter was almost killed, and his subordinates came forward to stabilize the situation, promised relief, and persuaded Cao Jinlie to leave...]

[Cao Jinlie led people to provide relief, and secretly investigated the murder of Jinyiwei's Anzi... This person is brave and scheming, or has found signs, whether... 】

[The subordinate did not take action, Cao Jinlie disappeared in Yuanming Valley...]

…

"Old Cao..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, remembered where he disappeared, put away the file, and got up to go out.

Outside the main hall, many arresters and arresters have gathered, and at a glance, there are as many as a hundred people, most of them are arresters, and there are only a few bronze medals.

Looking at Yang Prison, who walked out slowly, everyone's expressions were extremely complicated. Many of them knew him, and their faces were even more ugly.

That flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife were too dazzling.

Yang Yu stopped here, looked around the crowd, paused on the expressionless Bu Lingxu, and landed on the half-white old man:

"What's your name?"

"Six Doors Bronze Badge catches the head, Wen Yingyuan!"

The old man reluctantly raised his hand and answered indifferently.

"You have been doing the intelligence gathering of Deyang Mansion?"

Yang Prison asked again.

Wen Yingyuan's face changed slightly, and he looked at Bu Lingxu, who frowned and was about to speak when his heart suddenly jumped:

"Do not…"

His reaction was very fast. At the same time he noticed the strangeness, the long spear had already shot out, setting off a harsh sonic boom. However, it was still a moment's delay.

"You dare to kill me?!"

Wen Yingyuan's expression changed greatly, and he was about to draw his sword when he retreated, but a violent sword light from nowhere had already filled his eyes.

laugh!

The long sword was returned to its sheath, and the head fell to the ground.

"Why don't you dare?"

Yang Yu put away the knife, and Bu Lingxu's spear was also stabbing three feet in front of him, lifting his robe.

call!

At this time, the sound of the long knife breaking through the air and the whistling of the air waves echoed only at this time.

"You dare to kill at my six doors?!"

"how dare you?!"

"Brother Wen!"

Looking at the head that fell into the dust, everyone present changed their faces, and Bu Lingxu's face was even more difficult to see, but he stopped the spear.

"This scorpion colluded with An Sizhi, shot down the victims, and assassinated his colleagues. The crime was too late. Killing him with a single slash would have cost him a lot."

Yang Yu looked around coldly and landed on the gloomy face of Bu Lingxu:

"What do you think, Master Bu?"

As soon as his eyes went, the tumult of the whole courtyard stopped, and everyone's eyes were on Bu Lingxu.

"Should kill!"

Bu Lingxu coldly dropped two words and turned to leave. He was afraid that if he stayed for a while, he would not be able to help but shoot violently.

"More than two years after the catastrophe, the death and injury exceeded one million! Before such a monstrous case, not to mention killing him alone, that is, killing all of you, it is not wrong!"

Holding the file in hand, the evidence is conclusive, Yang Yu killed him without the slightest burden, he left a sentence coldly, turned around and left.

Only Chakuai and Chautou, who had six doors in the courtyard, were left in place. Their faces were blue and white, but they still followed with gritted teeth.

…

…

Under the direct sunlight of the noon sun, the artificial lake was shimmering with sparkling waves, and sometimes fish could be seen swimming away, making ripples.

Yu Wanghai came slowly, walked across the wooden bridge, and came to the Huxin Pavilion.

On the stove, the fine wine was warm and the aroma was fragrant. Nie Wendong sat on the reclining chair, holding a fishing rod, fishing straight, closing his eyes and resting.

Yu Wanghai knew that this was the Jinggong he learned from Moyunmen.

This is not an internal training method, or even martial arts. It is more similar to Buddhist meditation. It is used to calm the spirit. After learning this method, Nie Wendong has never slacked off for decades.

Yu Wanghai stood quietly.

He is very clear that the temperament of the Lord of the state, everything is more important than himself, he does not speak, and it is best for others not to speak.

"The three refuges and five precepts of Taoism are essentially self-restraint and spiritual practice... It's been nearly twenty years, you say, is it time to take the next step?"

Nie Wendong opened his mouth.

The sound was calm, but it startled the fish away, and ripples spread in front of him to the distance.

"Only oneself can know the progress of meditation practice, how can others make decisions for you?"

Yu Wanghai stood with his hands down and replied lightly.

The real Daoist practice method, he himself has not been able to pass it on, let alone pass it on to Nie Wendong.

"I don't know, or not?"

Nie Wendong suddenly laughed.

"What do you mean by that?"

Hearing this laughter, on the surface, he remained calm, but Yu Wanghai sank in his heart.

"The words of the adults, of course, are literal meanings."

Nie Wendong didn't answer, but there was an echo in the distance.

Yu Wanghai looked up.

On the other side of the artificial lake, someone was walking slowly, stepping on the water, and unhurriedly untied the cloak on his body, revealing the large monk's robe underneath.

"Amitabha."

It was a thin but sturdy old monk with big eyes and long eyebrows. He felt Yu Wanghai's surprise. He folded his hands and saluted with a smile:

"Dayanyuan, Yuanjue, I have met fellow Daoist."

"Monk of Dayan Yuan."

There was no smile on Yu Wanghai's face.

According to ancient legends, the first source of martial arts is Buddhism and Taoism. Therefore, until now, most martial arts in the world are related to monks and Taoism.

Dayanyuan is one of the most prestigious monasteries in Longyuan Dao. It originated from Zen Buddhism. The founder of the sect was a direct disciple of Lanke Temple, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.

Because of his long-standing friendship with the imperial court, he escaped when the Nine Kings of the Ming Dynasty were crushing the mountains.

Of course, what is more important is that this Dayan Academy does not have a mountain gate, but builds a temple in the downtown area. There are only a few people in each generation, and there are fewer people than their Moyun Sect.

What made his heart sink was not the old monk himself, but his appearance. He naturally knew what it meant.

"My lord has practiced Jing Gong for many years, and Ben has reached a further level..."

The old monk Yuanjue looked at Nie Wendong:

"If the lord is willing to become a monk, the poor monk can pass on the true teachings of you and me."

"Let's go home?"

Nie Wendong laughed dumbly, but did not refute, but looked at Yu Wanghai and sighed slightly, as if dejected:

"Mr. Yu, over the past 20 years, Nie asked himself not to be rude to you, but you have the trust of the official.

Relying on the trust of this official, not only does he control the promotion and evaluation of officials in the seven governments, and makes huge profits in it, but also conceals the disasters in various places, so as to cause such a catastrophe..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Yu Wanghai seemed to have expected something, and the whole person also removed the disguise, sneered and laughed when he heard the words:

"You're right, all the sins are on me, you don't know at all, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com has not heard of it at all! Hahaha..."

While speaking, his whole body was full of vigorous blood, where is the old half of the past?

"Amitabha."

The old monk stood in the lake, reciting the Buddha's name, and the large monk's robe moved without wind.

"This is…"

Yu Wanghai's pupils shrank.

At the moment when the old monk recited the Buddha's name, the skin around his body actually glowed with golden light. This is...

"Lanke Temple's 'King Kong is not bad body'?!"

The old monk smiles.

"Until now, you still don't know how to repent?"

In the Huxin Pavilion, Nie Wendong put down his fishing rod and looked at Yu Wanghai faintly:

"You know, such a crime has already caused the family to be delayed, but you and I have a fight. If you are caught without a hand, this official may still save a seedling for you..."