I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

Hangzhou Imperial Palace·Yongle Court

The holy fire is burning in the Golden Palace!

A tall middle-aged man walked slowly into the imperial platform and sat on the dragon throne.

The man was wearing a golden nine-dragon imperial robe and purple and black clothes inside, looking extremely majestic.

"We pay our respects to the Holy Lord. Long live the Holy Lord!"

Seeing the man take his seat, the civil and military officials knelt down and said loudly.

"All the ministers stand up."

Fang La glanced at the ministers with different thoughts and bowed slightly.

He was no longer young, but his body was still as straight as a teenager.

The face was as sharp as granite, with clear edges and corners.

The deep and domineering eyes were still full of the majesty of the superior.

All the ministers in the court couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Report to the Holy Lord, all the officials stationed in Beijing have arrived. Please give your instructions."

Wang Yin, the general of Nanli and the right envoy of Guangming, stepped out of the crowd, counted the number of people, and reported.

Simply based on the territory and military strength, Fang La is actually quite powerful now.

At least he is a separatist force.

Even if it is a bit reluctant to be an emperor, the title of "grassroots emperor" is still not a problem.

However, Fang La is not a descendant of a famous family after all, and his civil and military officials are all old members of the Mingjiao.

All in all, the civil and military officials in the court have never seen any big scenes.

In desperation, everyone had to design dragon robes, official robes, and draft etiquette based on the stereotypes of the people...

It can be used, but it has a strong sense of copycat.

"Today I summoned everyone and have something to announce."

Fang La didn't want to talk nonsense, so he got straight to the point: "Is Fang Qifo here?"

"I'm here!"

A man in a purple scholar's robe stepped out of the crowd and bowed.

The man's eyes were introverted, his temperament was elegant, and he looked very gentle.

He was Fang La's third brother. He had practiced martial arts with Fang La since he was a child, and they had supported each other for decades.

After Fang La came to power, he became the deputy leader of the Ming Cult, and his status in the cult was only lower than Fang La.

"There are no outsiders here. Tell everyone about the recent battle with Liangshan."

Fang La waved his hand: "No need to hide, I have already made plans."

"Yes!"

"Late at night on September 1st, Runzhou City was attacked by bandits and had already fallen..., Lu Shinang was captured, and the 50,000 soldiers stored in the three mountains of Jingkou were wiped out."

"After dawn, Marshal Xing Zheng led reinforcements to Runzhou, but was defeated by Liangshan General Lu Junyi, and Xing Zheng died in the battle. ”

“Afterwards, Liangshan cleaned up the battlefield, opened warehouses to help the people, and publicly tried and beheaded Lü Shinang and others in the market.”

“After leaving more than a thousand people to garrison Runzhou, Liangshan divided its troops into two routes. Chao Gai, Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others led the northern army to Changzhou and Suzhou, while the star leader Huang Rong led the army to invade the south and attack the counties and cities of Xuanzhou and Huzhou. ”

“On September 3, Changzhou fell, and the generals Jin Jie and Xu Ding died in battle. The commander of the city defense, Qian Zhenpeng, committed suicide and died for his country. ”

“On September 4, the southern army sent elite troops to perform the magic of walking, advancing hundreds of miles in one day to attack Xuanzhou. Jia Yuqing, the governor of Xuanzhou, and a group of officials of all sizes were killed. ”

“On September 6, Shangshu Wang Yin led his troops out of Shezhou and fought with Liangshan’s northern army many times. Uh, they fought again and again after repeated defeats…”

“On the same day, Huzhou was broken, and Gong Wen, the garrison commander of Huzhou, died in battle. Twenty thousand soldiers died or surrendered.”

“On September 7…”

“…Now that the Liangshan forces have seized various places, they are pacifying the people while drawing troops to divide into several routes, most of them with the intention of encircling and attacking Hangzhou.”

Fang Qifo said in a deep voice: “This time, the Liangshan bandits are extremely fierce, and the county wing troops have almost no power to resist. Although there are many masters inside and outside Hangzhou, the Holy Lord should not be underestimated.”

“…”

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the holy fire in the Golden Palace was blazing, with heat waves rolling everywhere.

The hearts of the civil and military officials were cold.

Although the Yongle court was a makeshift team...

But those who could enter the Golden Palace to discuss matters had some connections and could know some inside information.

Since the fall of Runzhou, all kinds of messy news have been heard by everyone.

Shi Bao checked the details overnight and asked Bao Daoyi to do divination.

Finally, the real reason why Runzhou was captured by surprise was determined.

Well, the unknown girl in the Liangshan army cut off the river with a sword, and then the big dragon head who had not seen it for several years made the river flow backwards with a palm.

After knowing the truth, even the most fierce Baoguang Rulai Deng Yuanjue fell silent...

Although there were many masters on his side, he was not afraid of the encirclement and suppression of the court army.

But on the Liangshan side, the gods led them to come and rob the robbers...

This is a fart!

Thinking of this, everyone could not help but feel dejected, and the Golden Palace was filled with a dead atmosphere.

"Humph! Lin Xuan and Huang Rong did great things in the past. I originally thought that they were heroes like you, and I wanted to recruit them."

"I didn't expect these two people to be so ignorant and dare to lead the Liangshan bandits to invade Jiangnan. They should be cursed by the Ming Zun and die a miserable death!"

Fang La also felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and said in a deep voice: "Do you have any good ideas?"

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong killed Cai Jing and Gao Qiu, and they were famous all over the world.

Fang La was the leader of the Ming Cult at that time, so he naturally heard about it and admired it a little.

But then he had gathered his strength, and led many brothers to rise up from Qingxi, Muzhou, and conquered half of the southern country with great momentum.

Fang La was full of vigor and vitality, so he didn't take Lin Xuan and Huang Rong seriously.

Unexpectedly, after several years, when these two people appeared again, they actually had the power comparable to immortals and Buddhas, and led the Liangshan army without any warning to block him.

Encountering such a shitty thing, Fang La, who always believed in "my life is in my own hands, not in the hands of God", also felt a little powerless.

Well, he had the cultivation to shake the sea in his twenties.

This kind of talent is comparable to the gods of Padmasambhava and Zhang Daoling, and he didn't consider establishing a sect and passing on his name for thousands of years.

He actually ran to be the leader of the bandits and insisted on fighting with me.

It's really disgusting!

"Liangshan's actions this time do not follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and they should be abandoned by both humans and gods."

"Yes! Those two dogs and bitches, Lin Xuan and Huang Rong, must die!"

"In our countryside, these rebellious dogs and bitches should ride on wooden donkeys and be drowned in pig cages."

"Your way is wild enough..."

"Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Most of the officials were born in the market and had no culture.

Seeing Fang La's face, they all pointed and cursed.

"Enough, I asked you to make plans, not to talk nonsense and embarrass yourself."

After listening to a few words, Fang La felt that his anger had subsided a lot. He calmed down and showed an unfathomable smile again: "Speaking of Bao Tianshi's ingenious calculations, now there is indeed a severe drought in Jiangnan, and the bandits will collapse without a fight!"

No matter what, I can't mess up!

At this time, it is actually related to the survival of my dynasty!

If I also show a lack of confidence and perfunctory attitude,

Then there will be resignation letters like snowflakes...

The entire Yongle Dynasty will immediately fall apart and disintegrate!

Fang La felt that even if he was not very sure, he had to pretend to be confident.

It was really too difficult!

"The drought is the result of the operation of the way of heaven and the law of nature, not caused by the poor Taoist's magic."

Bao Daoyi bowed his head: "This is the help of heaven, Your Majesty, I dare not take credit."

"Well, Tianshi is humble, I admire him very much."

Fang La laughed and looked at everyone: "Now it is a year of drought, the people are living in poverty, and there is not much food in various places. Liangshan is marching quickly this time, and the supplies are very short. If we hold on for a few days, they will collapse without a fight."

He still has a full 100,000 troops in Hangzhou.

In an emergency, he can also incite and force good people to join the army by using the matter of Mingzun ghosts and gods.

Burn their houses, cut off their retreat, and force hundreds of thousands of troops to gather, and reduce the consumption of food.

As long as they can hold on for ten days or half a month, when the enemy's food is cut off, they can easily win.

At this time, Fang La was too lazy to seriously evaluate Lin Xuan's strength.

After all, according to the usual experience...

Even if there are gods, they can't slaughter them wantonly, dominate the battlefield at will, and interfere with the fate of the world.

Besides, the Ming Cult has been operating for so many generations, and it also has some trump cards.

If I really want to spare no cost, I may not be able to kill gods and immortals.

"Report to the leader, although it is a year of severe drought, the ground is cracked, the leaves are withered, the ground is scorched, and no grain is left..."

Prime Minister Fang Fei hesitated for a moment, and said with a stiff face: "But the army of Liangshan seems to be unaffected."

"Huh? Why?"

Fang La was startled and said in surprise.

"This... Huang Rong is a cunning fellow. I don't know what method he used, but the army has abundant food."

"He even distributed the military rations to the warehouses in the occupied areas, distributed porridge every day, and distributed it to the victims. I heard that the warehouses are enough to support the month."

"Although the price of rice has fluctuated and risen now, it is completely different from the drought in previous years."

"In addition, this official is so bold that he dared to announce the exemption of agricultural taxes to buy people's hearts. His heart is worthy of death!"

Fang Fei sighed and said, "Those fools are so stupid that they will not resist as long as their families have a bite to eat. They are difficult for me to use."

He doesn't understand military affairs, but as a prime minister, he is still very sensitive to internal affairs.

Others exempted agricultural taxes in one go. Even if he drove Liangshan away, he would definitely face considerable resistance to collecting taxes again.

It's very troublesome to think about it.

"Although exempting agricultural taxes can appease people's hearts, it can't appease people's stomachs, so it's not a big deal."

"Besides, even if he doesn't exempt agricultural taxes now, those ignorant people can't pay for food."

Fang La's focus is obviously different: "But where does Liangshan get so much food and grass?"

"I heard that Liangshan spent a lot of money to buy food in the southwest and north for several years, and stored dozens of large warehouses."

"The spies sent to Liangshan said that Liangshan Lin Xuan, the head of the mountain, has unpredictable powers, and can hold mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in his sleeves. "

Shi Bao said in a deep voice: "I ordered him to take some food and grass, and found that it was indeed the old grain from the north. Most likely, Lin Xuan used Taoism to transport the grain from Liangshan."

"How unreasonable!"

Fang La was furious and roared: "This Lin Xuan dared to rely on Taoism to do such a thing without descendants, he will not die well!"

If he really encountered a god on the battlefield, Fang La felt that he could fight, and he didn't know who would win.

But now the gods don't play by the rules, and they just go to be a transport team.

One person is equivalent to 100,000 logistics troops, and there is no need to consider the loss of food and grass along the way...

Thinking about this scene, Fang La felt sick.

The vast and domineering power rose up on its own and swept across the entire hall.

"Your Majesty, calm down..."

Fang Fei, Shi Bao and others quickly lowered their heads and looked away, for fear of offending Fang La.

"This pair of dog men and women steal the fortune of the mountains and rivers, and even win people's hearts. Their intentions are despicable, much more hateful than the dog emperor of Bianjing!"

"Since they act so unscrupulously, I will use all the means I originally used to destroy the Song Dynasty on them, no matter the cost."

Fang La thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Please ask the Heavenly Master to figure out what the situation is like for Wang Yin and other soldiers now!"

"yes!"

Bao Daoyi nodded, took out a lottery tube from his arms, shook it a few times, and dropped a lucky lottery ticket.

"Your Majesty, please see, this time it must be... huh?"

Bao Daoyi was suddenly startled: "Big... bad?"

"What's the meaning of this sign?"

Fang La frowned and said coldly.

"This..., this does mean that Wang Shangshu and the others are... more dangerous than good."

Bao Daoyi frowned: "That's not right. Ping Dao has a close relationship with Wang Shangshu. I feel that he is born with wealth and wealth, so he shouldn't be a sign of great evil."

"Hmph! Those demons in Liangshan are not easy people. Maybe they were accidentally plotted by the demons."

Fang La pondered for a moment: "That's all, we are guarding the capital this time. We should be foolproof, right?"

"If that senior takes action and His Majesty personally uses the sacred object, it should indeed be foolproof."

Bao Daoyi thought for a while, smiled like an old god, and shook the lottery tube a few more times: "Your Majesty, please take a look!"

A lucky fortune wrapped in Dao power shot out and hovered in front of Fang La, glowing faintly.

"Another big murder?"

Fang La glanced at the fortune and his face suddenly darkened.

"Um?"

Bao Daoyi quickly looked at the fortune and felt numb: "That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that the calculation was wrong?"

"Celestial Master, is there any miscalculation of fortune?"

"It's possible that what was just predicted was the original situation."

Bao Daoyi said quickly: "Since His Majesty is determined to sink the boat, it is naturally different."

"That makes sense..."

Fang La's face softened slightly: "Trouble Master Tian, ​​please do it again."

"Your Majesty, don't worry!"

Bao Daoyi looked solemn and shook the lottery tube nine times before placing the lottery.

Bad luck!

The two fell silent at the same time.

All the civil and military officials around looked at each other with complicated expressions.

There was deathly silence in the huge Jinluan Palace.

"Okay! What a killer!"

Fang La's face looked so ugly that he seemed to be dripping with water, and he said coldly: "Is there only great evil in the Heavenly Master's lotus tube?"

"It's impossible. There are only three bad luck numbers in Pindao's lotus tube..."

Bao Daoyi stammered: "The other lots are..., ahem!"

"absurd!"

Fang La was furious and slammed the table: "I am the emperor's destiny, just like the titles of Laozi, Confucius and other disciples. I belong to the position of emperor and king of heaven. How can I use a few wooden sticks to judge my good or bad fortune?"

"Your Majesty said so!"

Although Bao Daoyi felt that the so-called emperor should not be so awesome.

But people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads, so they had no choice but to agree.

All the civil and military officials in the palace were watching the situation silently and silently.

"Hmph! Since today's calculation is wrong, we will try again tomorrow."

Fang La lost his temper and felt much better. He waved his hand and said, "I was a bit outspoken just now. Master Tian, ​​don't pay attention."

"Don't dare!"

Bao Daoyi quickly raised his head and wanted to retreat.

"Hahaha, the Holy Duke is the master of destiny, so there is no need to care about such ants."

At this moment, a arrogant and domineering man's voice sounded: "What can we do with destiny? Just change it."

The sound poured into the hall, as if the wind, sea and rain were rushing in.

Although there are many experts present.

But just hearing his voice and not seeing his person gave rise to an overwhelming feeling.

For a moment, everyone's expression changed.

"Who?"

Fang La's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stood up.

Even though he was angry just now, he did not suppress his momentum.

But the coercion that enveloped the entire hall disappeared as soon as it collided with that voice.

This gave Fang La a bad feeling in his heart, and he became extremely vigilant.

"Amitabha, the young monk at Jinshan Temple presides over the Dharma Sea. I have met the Holy Duke and all the noble people."

The long sound of the Dharma trumpet sounded, and an elegant and handsome monk in white appeared in front of everyone.

The monk in white has a majestic appearance, a tall figure and bulging muscles.

The eyes seemed to contain endless light of wisdom, the depth of which was indescribable.

Just like the Vajra Master recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

But if you look at it a few more times, you will feel that this aura is vague and invisible, almost impossible to detect.

It gives the impression that he is just a handsome and strong warrior monk.

"Fahai? Humph! The Buddha of this world is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Fang La frowned slightly: "I heard that your Jinshan Temple is gone, and all the monks are either punished with hard labor or sent back to their hometowns. Instead of looking for trouble in Liangshan, you come here to have a fight with me?"

"Holy Duke, please don't misunderstand me. The monk has no ill intentions."

Fahai said calmly: "Jinshan Temple is just an ancient temple with thousands of monks, so it's not harmful at all."

"Your Jinshan Temple has nothing to do with me, and I don't care."

Fang La said coldly: "But your trespassing into the hall can be said to be without malicious intent?"

"Amitabha! If the young monk has any ill intentions..."

Fahai clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Apart from me and the Holy Duke, there is at most one living person left here."

"It seems that the master is very confident in his own cultivation."

"If the Holy Duke doesn't believe it, you can send someone to try it."

Fa Hai said calmly: "The Holy Duke's life is extremely precious. I don't dare to offend him, but others can take action. If I hurt one of them, I will lose."

"presumptuous!"

"What a loud tone!"

"You bald thief, do you think you are a Bodhisattva or a Buddha?"

Fang Qifu, Shi Bao and others were startled and cursed one after another.

Although they are not as good as Fang La, they are still the first-class masters in the world, famous in both black and white.

This Dharma Sea is mysterious and profound, so they really have no chance of winning.

But the other party directly took advantage of him, saying that if everyone came together, he could easily defeat them all without hurting anyone.

This kind of tone of treating them as three-year-old children is really unbearable for everyone.

"Master and...huh? Do you, the Buddhist sect, have any grudge against my Ming sect?"

Fang La hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"That's not true. Xiaoseng just wants to cooperate with you."

"...Is this the cooperative attitude of the master?"

"Of course not. When the young monk said he would cooperate, he meant it sincerely."

Fahai smiled slightly: "But both parties should understand each other's strength."

"This is natural."

"If a young monk keeps boasting about himself for a long time, it will sound embarrassing and no one may believe it."

Fa Hai said calmly: "In this case, I think it's better to get straight to the point so that everyone can understand clearly."

"In this case, the Seven Buddhas, Heavenly Masters, Shi Youshi, and Fawang Deng, please ask this master for advice."

Fang La was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Master said not to hurt anyone, you just take action."

"yes!"

Shi Bao and others came out of the crowd, their eyes focused on Fahai.

Although the young monk didn't say any bad words, he didn't have any weird feelings either.

But this condescending attitude still disgusted them enough.

Ever since they walked the world, they have never been looked down upon like this.

"Well, you also have some real skills. You are considered a rare master."

Fa Hai glanced at the four people, nodded and said: "Let's do it."

"Fuck you!"

Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue was so angry that he swung his shining iron Zen staff and smashed it down with the wind pressure like an angry wave.

"Teach me something!"

Bao Daoyi pointed at the scabbard, the ancient pine-patterned sword was unsheathed, and the sword fell down.

Fang Qifu and Shi Bao each took a step without moving their expressions, then crossed the distance of several feet and came to Fahai, taking pictures of one on the left and the other at the same time.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the furious offensive in front of him, Fahai laughed loudly, and the monk's robes on his body exploded, revealing an extremely ferocious aura.

On his back and on his arms, there is a lifelike dragon tattoo!

Under the firelight, the entire Tianlong tattoo shines brightly.

It seems like it will open its eyes at any moment and swallow everything.

"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha! The Great Law Mantra, the Prajna Buddhas! The Prajna Parma coax!"

Dragon-like roars sounded all around, and Fahai pointed to the sky and the earth, forming an extremely ancient dharma seal.

The next moment, the Tianlong tattoo on Fa Hai's back shook violently, and a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils slowly opened.

The majestic Buddha power burst out and swept in all directions like a sea tide.

"This, this, this..."

Under the power of the Buddha, Fang Qifu and the four of them had a look of horror in their eyes, flying in the air like leaves blown by the strong wind.

It landed exactly at the door of the main hall.

"Accepted."

Fahai ignored Fang Qifu and others who looked strange, and looked at Fang La alone.

"...Thank you, Master, for showing mercy."

Fang La pondered: "Master's cultivation is as good as heaven and earth, but I don't know how he compares to Lin Xuan and others?"

"Lin Xuan is an unparalleled talent, and there are people around him... Huh! It's nothing special."

Fa Hai sneered and looked at Bao Daoyi: "The heavenly master's divination method is extremely wonderful. You might as well do another hexagram for this dynasty."

"National destiny?"

When Bao Daoyi saw Fahai's domineering look, he felt a little guilty and subconsciously looked at Fang La.

"The master is an expert and has his own intentions."

Fang La said expressionlessly: "If you are asked to do the math, just do it."

"This..., I accept an order from a humble position!"

Bao Daoyi shook the lottery tube dozens of times with a frown on his face, and then suddenly took a picture of the lottery.

Two lucky fortunes came out of the air and landed on the table, motionless.

"puff!"

Almost at the same time, Bao Daoyi's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of dark black blood.

His complexion became visibly depressed.

"this……"

Fang La took a deep look at Fa Hai and pointed at the table: "Why are there two lucky lots?"

The two lucky fortunes were placed side by side, glowing faintly.

One is a "bad luck" that is extremely unlucky.

Another deep red sign has the word "good luck" written on it, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

"This shows... that the fate of this dynasty's country depends on human effort!"

Bao Daoyi also had a strange look in his eyes, and while vomiting blood, he explained: "What happened today will be a good thing for your Majesty, and a bad thing for the next."

Bao Daoyi was actually a little surprised by this backlash.

Seriously speaking, with his cultivation level involving the fate of a country, he must be wiped out and cannot die any more.

But now, I have explained the situation so clearly...

He just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and he only needs to recuperate for one or two months at most.

This shows that the Holy Principality of Mingjiao, which was originally so powerful.

Unknowingly, it has reached a point where it is like a pile of eggs and may perish at any time.

Thinking of this, Bao Daoyi silently made up his mind to run away.

"So that's it."

Fang La was silent for a long time: "Master Fahai stays, and all the ministers go down."

"I'll take my leave!"

The amount of information in this morning court is a bit large, and everyone needs time to digest it.

In addition, there will be a big battle with Liangshan soon, and they also need to be prepared...

Fang Qifo and others did not want to continue, and they bowed and retreated.

"What does the master want?"

After a moment, all the civil and military officials withdrew, and Fang La asked.

"I am following orders, but I only want Buddhism to rule the world. Who rules the country has nothing to do with us monks."

Fahai smiled and said, "Your Majesty is determined to rule the world, so you don't care about anything else, right?"

"So that's how it is. Manichaeism is a foreign sect, and so is Buddhism. It's quite a fate."

Fang La nodded thoughtfully, "If the master only asks this, I will agree."

Although the Ming Cult claims to believe in the Ming Zun.

But the Ming Cult itself is a hodgepodge of integration.

After all, everyone's main purpose is to rebel, not to worship the Ming Zun.

Who would believe in that stuff if they were serious people?

If Buddhism could really help him take over the world...

Fang La felt that even if he changed the state religion to Buddhism, it would not be a big deal.

Anyway, at that time, he had already become an emperor and managed the court.

The beliefs of the secular world were completely insignificant.

"In that case, I will deal with Lin Xuan or the young swordsman, and the expert behind your majesty should be able to deal with the other one."

"Since your majesty is willing to pay, you can also deal with other variables."

Fahai showed a faint smile, and his figure slowly disappeared: "I will take my leave."

"Buddhist Tianzutong?"

The next moment, an old and hoarse voice echoed in the hall: "This monk's words are not entirely true, and he must have other intentions. Your majesty should not trust him too much."

"Everyone just takes what they need and uses each other..., there is no trust."

Fang La said seriously: "When the time comes, I will also trouble Senior Shan Zhiweng to take action."

"I am just an assassin. As long as your majesty can take out that thing as a reward after the matter is accomplished, I will take action."

"Senior, don't you need me to give it to you first?"

"No need, no one can shirk the account of life and death."

Fang La: "..."