prynovel 0033 Those who ride the wave of the times always receive the attention of the gods.
0033 Those who ride the wave of the times always receive the attention of the gods.
Breakthrough now?
Chen Zhong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Martial arts training emphasizes gradual progress.
Despite his profound magical skills, he was able to ascend to the heavens in one step.
However, Your Highness's ascension to heaven was far too rapid.
Just one day ago, Your Highness was still an ordinary person.
Today I have reached the late stage of cultivation, but I still need to go further.
Zhao Jing noticed Chen Zhong's hesitation and smiled frankly:
"You will all come with me to the capital, entrusting your lives to me."
"What's a little risk?"
"Besides, cultivation is a minor matter; it's just that I wasted a little time in the past."
Zhao Jing is a genius, and no one has ever doubted this, whether in his past or present life.
His Highness the Crown Prince even regretted it.
Without his own plan, how brilliantly could Zhao Jing have shone?
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Everyone was impressed.
Zhao Jing then manipulated Yuwen Zhe to retrieve the remains of Du Jin and Wei Kai.
When they entered the city, their bodies were originally placed in a Sumeru Ring.
It's a good time to put my remaining energy to good use.
Just as an earthenware pot is bound to break at the well, a general is destined to die on the battlefield.
Both men were key members of the Xuanwu Army and participated in the rebellion.
He died unjustly.
Let's contribute our final value.
wrong.
The human skin mask must be kept.
Just as Zhao Jing was about to make his move, a sudden idea struck him:
"One year, they peeled off human skin masks and clothes."
"If necessary, you may impersonate Wei Kai and Du Jin to deceive them."
Upon hearing this, Wang Younian volunteered himself:
"Your Highness, leave this matter to me."
"I will not go to the imperial mausoleum, but will go to Xuanwu Army to guard that thousand-man squad."
"To avoid the Xuanwu Army finding out and ruining the overall situation."
Despite their efforts to appease the Xuanwu army, unexpected events can still occur.
Wang Younian volunteered, and Qin Ying couldn't help but interject:
"I'm better at disguise, I'll go!"
Wang Younian rebuked him:
"What do young people know?"
"I considered impersonating Wei Kai at the time and kept observing him."
"Moreover, I know the Xuanwu Army better than you do."
Qin Ying was unwilling to accept it:
"Old man, what makes you think you know?"
"I am also aware of the old practices in the military."
Wang Younian smiled faintly:
"Just because I was once the commander of the Xuanwu Army."
"What?"
Everyone was stunned.
This old man who collects corpses actually has a background with the Xuanwu Army.
How did you become a retainer of the Crown Prince?
Everyone stared intently.
Wang Younian said bitterly:
"Back then, the adopted son of Marquis Xuanwu trampled my leg on horseback."
"I angrily chopped off the horse's leg, but was forced to apologize and retire from the army."
"The centurion rebuked me, saying I shouldn't have injured the Marquis's horse."
"I'll fucking hurt his mother!"
"That damned Du family!"
When Wang Younian mentioned this past event, his old legs ached, and he couldn't shake off the old resentment.
So you entered the Eastern Palace to vent your anger.
A true hero!
The group immediately felt a sense of kinship.
This old man also has a story to tell.
The Du family owes him a hundredfold and should repay it.
The Xuanwu Army is the Du family army; outsiders can't easily get along with them, so how can they talk about revenge?
Now, after wasting half his life, he has finally found a chance for revenge.
After swearing, Wang Younian regained his kind and gentle demeanor.
"Your Highness, no one understands the Xuanwu Army better than I do."
Now Qin Ying is also unable to compete.
Older gingers are more spicy.
Zhao Jing nodded:
"Younian, I'm leaving it to you."
Wang Younian grinned:
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"Also, my original name was Wang Qinian, but I changed it to stay away from Xuanzhou to avoid retaliation."
I never imagined that the Crown Prince's palace would be so full of talented people.
Zhao Jing said softly:
"I've remembered."
The group set to work, while Zhao Jing set up the altar and offered sacrifices to the Blood God.
I'll exchange some of mystical energy with you to strengthen my spiritual platform and break through my cultivation realm.
Zhao Jing is very good at math.
He knew he could break through, and there were no obstacles to his cultivation.
All that's missing are resources, and we can take off immediately.
Du Jin and Wei Kai's true spirits and essence were quickly drained, turning them into a blood-red crow.
The blood crows cried out and vanished into the void.
It will go straight to the sea of blood and offer sacrifices.
hum!
The sea of blood surged, seemingly in a state of joy.
Suddenly, a divine oracle descended:
"You are indeed the son of slaughter."
"Two sacrifices a day, both of them of the highest quality."
"Why not convert? I will grant you the freedom to do as you please!"
The Blood God is whispering.
Zhao Jing cultivated the introductory chapter of the "Great Dream Floating Pagoda True Scripture" and grasped the principle of the impermanence of fate.
Even without an engraving, it is very safe and there will be no problems.
If it were an ordinary person practicing mystical arts without imprinting their mark, they would have gone mad long ago.
As a result, he traveled smoothly and without any problems using the stupa.
The more resources you give, the higher your level will be.
Such a prodigy is bound to attract attention.
The Blood God admires Zhao Jing and hopes he will become a saint and possess a holy mark.
Blood suddenly emanated from Zhao Jing's body.
But he still answered:
"I refuse."
"It's just a transaction."
You can't refuse.
The sea of blood boiled as the Blood God forced a sale, bestowing upon a special blood core.
Convert, son of slaughter.
You turned the world into a sea of blood, causing countless lives to be lost, and made them saints of the Blood God.
I will grant you more to aid your revenge!
Now, accept this sacred mark.
Stigmata!
What Li Shuo sought but could not obtain was forcibly given to a faithless person.
It's simply a miracle.
Because these offerings were simply not enough.
Even including Wei Zheng and others, their value is still far less than that of the Holy Mark.
Countless fanatical believers who were addicted to killing sacrificed countless lives to the Blood God, yet none of them could obtain the Holy Mark.
Zhao Jing, however, could obtain it with ease.
Those who possess the marks of sainthood are even rarer than grandmasters.
For example, the King of Zhenbei is the spokesperson for the God of Slaughter and possesses a holy mark.
As long as Zhao Jing nods, he can have the same imperial favor.
More importantly...
Zhao Jing had no faith.
He only wanted to gain a little bit of mystical power through sacrifice.
True gods are not subject to human sacrifices, except for the three gods of killing, war, and blood.
Even the legitimacy of the God of Slaughter and the God of Blood has always been questioned.
The others are evil gods.
Zhao Jing was not a believer, yet he was able to obtain the Holy Mark, which is clearly illogical.
The ironclad rule of esoteric arts: Never take advantage of the gods.
You must repay the blessings bestowed upon you by the gods with equal faith.
Therefore, Zhao Jing refused again:
"Lord Blood God, this is just a deal."
The Blood God seemed to have been prepared, and couldn't help but laugh:
"The transaction has begun!"
Even if forced upon him, the Blood God would still give the Holy Mark to Zhao Jing.
A blood-red mark gradually appeared on Zhao Jing's mind.
Stigmata, markings.
It turned out to be the case.
Zhao Jing suddenly understood.
It is extremely rare for someone to possess the cultivation level of a cultivator yet be a faithless person.
More importantly, it concerns the fate of the world.
The gods favor important people, especially those who influence the course of the world.
Without Emperor Wu of Liang, how could there be Buddhist chanting?
Zhao Jing did not choose to flee to Jiangnan, but returned to Yujing.
This put him at a crossroads in his destiny.
Tomorrow, he will light the fireworks.
Therefore, the Blood God was very interested in him.
Come on, I'll help you succeed.
It turned the world into a sea of blood.
This stigmata was merely a gift, with no other purpose.
The Blood God is whispering.
Maitreya is watching, and the Blood God is rushing to register.
Mysticism says:
Those who stand at the crossroads of time will ultimately become the darlings of the gods.
Martial arts and mystical arts are ultimately for the purpose of establishing a lineage.
You can't train a peerless master in the deep mountains and forests.
Those who ride the wave are the true masters of the world.
Zhao Jingming understood this and grinned.
"Maitreya Buddha, help me!"
"Although I reject you, you don't want me to become a lackey of the Blood God."
"A gift from the Blood God, now given to you!"
The pagoda shone brightly, as if it were about to swallow the sacred mark.
Zhao Jing prayed devoutly to the Buddha statue.
May Maitreya bestow blessings, and may you be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
He offered the stigmata without seeking any personal gain.
In that instant.
The voice of Maitreya Buddha entered my ears.
"Namo Maitreya Buddha!"
"You are indeed extraordinary and unique, benefactor."
Countless Buddhists prayed earnestly before the Buddha, hoping to hear his teachings.
But Zhao Jing, a believer who did not believe in Buddhism, heard the true Buddhist voice at this moment.
Zhao Jing went against the tide of the times, fought his way back to Yujing, and was also a faithless person with mystical arts skills.
To the gods, this is like the flesh of Tang Sanzang.
Blood God preemptively registered the trademark; how could Maitreya show weakness?
Zhao Jing, unwilling to become a follower of the Blood God, resorted to tactic of using wolves to drive away tigers.
Two dogs fight, play off.
The chanting of Buddhist hymns echoed, while a sea of blood surged.
Two immense forces collided, creating a deafening roar and causing blood and qi to churn.
Xuehai was furious and started cursing.
Maitreya Buddha always has a smiling face.
Zhao Jing positioned himself between the two, precisely controlling their forces to prevent them from spiraling out of control.
hum!
"Your Highness!"
Everyone was utterly shocked.
Why would Your Highness's small sacrificial ceremony cause such a great commotion?
Zhao Jing then unleashed a murderous aura, followed by bursts of Buddhist light.
The aura surged dramatically.
Cultivator - Peak!
The introductory chapter of the Great Dream Floating Pagoda True Scripture can only be cultivated up to the level of a cultivator.
It seems that's the end of it.
The two colliding forces canceled each other out, transforming into pure mystic energy.
But Zhao Jing suddenly had a bold idea.
Why can't the two forces be combined?
That's absolutely out of the ordinary.
Deities are exclusive.
Two different forces cannot be stably combined into one mark.
Even the Tai Chi symbol can experience internal friction.
Therefore, a sorcerer can only worship one deity.
What if this engraving is a Möbius strip?
A Möbius strip is a very special topological structure.
If an ant stands on a Möbius strip and keeps walking along the path it sees, it will never get out.
Two mutually repulsive forces, once they enter the imprint, can continuously chase each other without fear of being overtaken.
This allows for the containment of two different divine powers.
Zhao Jing originally did not accept any faith and maintained his own identity.
Now he finally had the idea of making a mark.
He is neither the Blood God nor Maitreya Buddha.
It was the Pantheon.
All the gods are circulated within Zhao Jing's imprint.
Zhao Jing will become a priest of the Pantheon.
The sacred mark bestowed by the Blood God and the chanting of Maitreya Buddha jumped into the engraving at this moment.
An endless loop, from which there is no escape.
Blood God exclaimed in surprise:
"What's going on?"
Maitreya Buddha also looked puzzled:
"What have you done, benefactor!"
Zhao Jing smiled faintly:
"It's just to let you coexist peacefully."
With a loud bang.
The Möbius strip was successfully engraved.
It is worthy to be called a sacred seal.
Monk - Holy Seal!
A wondrous mark, intertwined with blood and Buddha, appeared on my mind.
Li Shuo's original imprint was also transmitted through the stupa.
The introductory chapter on blood nerves thus unfolds before our eyes.
Zhao Jing opened his eyes, his divine light concealed.
Seeing everyone's surprise, he smiled knowingly.
"It's alright, it's just getting light."