This explanation will definitely not be satisfactory. Someone wants to say it again, but was stopped by the ten thousand men Achang A: "This is not the time to say this. We have the fate to return to western Liaoning. Let's talk about it! The Han generals who guard Jiashan Pass are not easy to mess with. Someone told us that this Fu said he is the new national teacher of Emperor Daguang!"

"Pudu Cihang?" When these people heard the words "Da Guang National Master", they remembered Pudu Cihang and suddenly shuddered.

Pudu Cihang once preached on the land of the Moji people, but was later expelled by the orders of the ancestor god. In that incident, more than a dozen tribes that believed in Pudu Cihang were blood-slaughtered. At that time, they were still young, but they remembered how the Moji warriors killed each other at that time and inserted the weapons in their hands into their brothers' bodies.

Fortunately, Pudu Cihang is dead, and now a new Daguang National Master emerges. Everyone has some shadows in their hearts: Pudu Cihang is a god, a demon god who can fight against the ancestor god. Then the one who succeeds Pudu Cihang should be a god. No wonder he did not see such a scene in the foreshadowing of the ancestor god.

With this idea, they looked at Jiashanguan with a little awe. The Moji people's beliefs were primitive, and all things had spirits. The so-called immortality was a vague and impersonal force. Only the ancestor gods were the real power that could truly protect them, and the Moji people's true visible and touching power.

Originally, each tribe had its own ancestor gods, but when Tianming Khan rose and unified the tribes, he upgraded the original ancestor god of the Jueluo tribe to the ancestor god of the entire Moji people. However, the ancestor gods of other surrendered tribes did not abandon them, but became subordinate gods of the Jueluo ancestor god.

These thousands of men and ten thousand men were silent for a long time, and then gritted their teeth: "The sacrifice continues, and all the injured wounded must sacrifice to the ancestor god to seek powerful strength!"

Everyone was silent and no one gave the right order and the order was executed. Originally, they were seriously injured, then the minor injured, and finally even those who were not injured were sacrificed to the ancestor god.

"The Han people are too cowardly and their souls are not good. The ancestor god is not satisfied. Only the soul of the real Moji warrior will make the ancestor god happy and give them powerful divine power to destroy all enemies standing in front of us!" the wizard said this.

"Master, do you think you feel uneasy?" Yue Shanqiu asked, with a serious expression.

Ordinary people sometimes have some signs of something when they are restless, let alone those who form golden elixirs, and their minds are pure, they can feel some hidden powers in the dark.

"What are you afraid of? The generals come to block the water and cover the soil," said Yan Chixia. During the last siege, he was injured. It has not healed yet. On the siege that day, Yan Chixia was afraid that the soldiers would lose too much, so she personally went out to help. However, a person's strength on the battlefield was limited after all, even a half-step golden chapter like Yan Chixia was suppressed and affected by the iron-blooded evil spirits of the two armies. His mind was a little crazy, and he was only interested in killing the enemy, but he was shot on the thigh by a wandering arrow.

"I also saw something," Fu said: "The Moji people were killing the wounded soldiers and performing a sacrifice." As he said that, he explained the detailed situation.

Yue Shanqiu was shocked when he heard this: "This is the Moji people's heroic soul blood sacrifice. It seems that the Moji people are really going to fight to the death!"

Fu Shuo and Yan Chixia's eyes were focused on Yue Shanqiu. Yan Chixia could no longer help but ask: "Do you know what this shit blood sacrifice is for?"

Yue Shanqiu nodded and said, "The Moji people used it in the Battle of Fushan Hu back then. They sacrificed 5,000 wounded soldiers in exchange for the power given by their ancestor gods. Five thousand elite Moji people were blessed and became extremely powerful and fearless. There was once a Moji people who were hit by more than 40 arrows, and their blood was about to flow dry. They rushed into the formation in one breath, killed three officers and soldiers before they were willing to fall to the ground!"

Everyone was a little scared when they said this. The Battle of Fushanhu was a battle of the rise of the Moji people. When Tianming Khan unified the various divisions of Moji in western Liaoning, the court was afraid that it would become a big deal and became a major concern. So they sent a large army to conquer, but in the end, the 400,000 troops were wiped out. Da Guangchao lost control over western Liaoning from then on! Everyone knew about this, but no one knew about it. The Moji people actually used the cruel trick of blood sacrifice.

"Those who attacked Moji back then were the most elite border troops, who were good at fighting. And there were 400,000, and the Moji people only used 50,000 troops at best, but even a battle with such a huge number of people ended up being wiped out. The reputation of the Moji people was established in one fell swoop. From then on, the war between the court and the Moji people was one loser. The most recent one..."

Yue Shanqiu didn't finish his speech, but everyone knows that the last time was the founding of the Moji people. For the sake of face, the imperial court sent a large army to conquer the family, but in the end he lost a lot. It was just that Fu Tian and Qiu Jianjun were in trouble, so these people couldn't say much.

"These are too far-reaching," Fu said calmly: "Since you know the power of this blood sacrifice, there is a way to restrain it."

"It's better to use reinforcements!" Yue Shanqiu said. He didn't know what happened to Xie Zuhui. The dragon energy was hidden, which was beyond the sight of ordinary people who looked at it. If a real dragon was killed and killed before it grew weak, it would be very bad. Only with the help of Fu Shuo, can the dragon energy be condensed.

After hearing Yue Shanqiu's words, Fu Shuo's heart suddenly moved. Originally, Fu Shuo was going to use Xie Zuhui's troops as a trump card. He used his 10,000 Beijing soldiers to resist the attack of the Moji people at a critical level, and dragged them until the arrival of Tianming Khan's army. Then he asked Xie Zuhui to find the right opportunity to raid the Moji people's army and achieve success in one fell swoop.

I think that if Xie Zuhui has great luck and attacks the camp of Tianming Khan, this is the battle between the two dragons, and there will be casualties. But now after Yue Shanqiu reminds him, Fu Shu suddenly figured it out. He still had the intention to suppress and assassinate Xie Zuhui. If Xie Zuhui really successfully attacked and killed Tianming Khan in a formation, and established a huge prestige, wouldn't this make him full?

Fu Shuo was secretly alert, and there was no trace of concern and defense towards Xie Zuhui in his heart. He began to consider the overall situation. No matter how powerful Xie Zuhui was, he was still a loyal minister of the Daguang Dynasty. How could he be suspicious without guilt? Throughout history, I don’t know how many talents have no intention of rebelling, and they rebel because they were suspicious. When he was reading history books, he was still laughing at those people’s stupidity. He didn’t expect that things would come to him, and it was no better than those he had ridiculed him.

When establishing a country and dealing with politics, you should be a virtuous person. You have a great reputation for Xie Zuhui and have absolute power. Why should you be careful of him? On the contrary, the spirit of a king is to accommodate all rivers. If you can tolerate Xie Zuhui and use it for me, wouldn’t it be a great increase in the aura of the Great and Guangchao?

Thinking of this, Fu Shuo nodded and made up his mind: "Send someone to notify them so that they can be prepared at any time. As soon as the city sends a signal, attack immediately!"

Yue Shanqiu took the order and left. Yan Chixia hesitated a little, wanted to speak but stopped, so she turned around and followed her to go.

Fu Shuo quickly stopped him and said, "Yan Chixia, you are not a mother-in-law, just say anything if you have anything to do!"

Yan Chixia slowly said to her head: "I feel that we are falling too deep. Master wants to open the Immortal Dao lineage, and we just choose a place to practice. Now we are trapped in endless wars, some have lost their roots and killed so many people with their own hands. Even the anti-military army and the Moji people, I can feel that some karma is slowly entangled in luck. Last night, as soon as I meditated, I fell into an illusion, and countless wandering ghosts rushed towards me to seek my life!"

Yan Chixia was born as a casual cultivator and practiced the Lan Ruo Sutra of Buddhism. She has the cultivation of Buddhism and her nature is much brighter and purer than those of Yue Shanqiu. That is why she feels so keen.

Fu Shuo smiled slightly, and a little golden light appeared on his fingertips, just a trace, like a candle. But the light was full of a sense of purity, and Yan Chixia felt extremely comfortable all over and felt a lot of relaxation.

"How do you think this light is different from the Lan Ruobao light of the Buddhist sect you practice?" Fu Shuo asked. Buddhism emerged from its mind and nature, and all achievements were manifested in various lights.

Yan Chixia tilted her head and thought for a while, a little light shone out at her fingertips. The light was white, full of a sense of peace and silence. If an ordinary person was shining, he would feel extremely at ease and immediately fell into a deep sleep. It was easier to use than any sleeping pill!

Lan Ruo means silence. When practicing the Lan Ruo Sutra, it emits the precious light, which is urgently meaningful silence. In silence, enlightenment and obtain great supernatural powers, great wisdom, and great Taoist fruit. Yan Chixia can now release Lan Ruo's precious light, and can also control it like this, which shows that the cultivation level in the mind is very good.

The two lights were compared together, and Lan Ruobao's light gradually became dim in the light of the golden elixir, and was infected by the golden light.

"See," Fu said, "This is not because my cultivation is higher than yours now. It is a qualitative difference. All the lights in Buddhism are born from the light of nature and tend to be "non-nothing", while our alchemy is a dual cultivation of life. The light of the golden elixir has both an invisible side and a certain side."

Yan Chixia seemed to understand but understood what Fu said. The light of the golden elixir has the nature of nothingness, which means that it has the power of interference with matter and non-materiality. Therefore, the practice determines that Buddhism can take the path of seclusion in the world and practice, but Taoism cannot.

A little golden light disappeared from Fu Shuo's hand, and then looked at Yan Chixia's fingertips. The little Lan Ruobao light returned to its brightness, and it seemed that there was no difference. However, Yan Chixia felt relaxed all over her body, as if the heavy load on her body was removed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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