Chapter 633: One inch of wall, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand people, one hundred thousand

Back then, Xu Xiao attacked Xichu and besieged Xiangfan for ten years, causing the people in the city to be sold like cattle.

A loving mother cuts meat to feed her children, and an evil father throws his son into a cooking pot. All kinds of human conditions, good and evil, are exaggerated in that ghost city. Every inch of the wall is filled with blood, every inch of grass and trees is filled with sadness. The yin energy in Xiangfan is so heavy that it is unimaginable.

After ten years of attack and defense, under the strict orders of the imperial court, no scholar or historian was allowed to put it into writing.

Nowadays, the children of Liyang's aristocratic family and the rich ladies travel around the world, but they are basically unwilling to come to Xiangfancheng. The main reason is that Xiangfancheng has too much yin energy, which hinders luck and is taboo.

At that time, Wang Yangming, the best general in the world, had been stationed at Diaoyutai for ten years, and it was said that he was now firmly stationed at Diaoyutai. There are not many people who can make Xu Xiao gnash his teeth with hatred. The scholar of Western Chu who truly understands the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period in his studies can be ranked among the top three. Even if you, the Emperor of Western Chu, behind the Western Barrier are defeated, even if the entire Jiangnan is captured, this The city and the Diaoyutai are still standing, but it is a pity that no matter how impregnable Xiangfan is, it cannot affect the overall situation of the world.

Xu Zongjia looked at the famous Diaoyutai tower on the city wall. One pillar of the Diaoyutai had been supporting the wall for ten years and a half. Wang Yangming's defense of the city was indeed the best in the world. Even Xu Xiao would have been difficult to capture the city. If it weren't for the fact that the sun had set on the Western Chu Mountains, Without the ability to support it, the city will be destroyed and the country will be destroyed.

Xu Zongjia sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and couldn't help but think.

"When the food in the city is exhausted, the horses will be eaten. When the horses are exhausted, the birds will dig up the rats. When the rats and birds are exhausted, they will eat people again."

What’s the point of defending the city for ten years in exchange for a scene like hell on earth? Although Wang Yangming is loyal, the people in the city are so innocent. He has gained the reputation of being the number one defender in the Spring and Autumn Period, but the cost is that the city is full of people. The price of almost annihilation of the people is tragic, ethics are ruined, people are like wild beasts, and wronged souls are everywhere.

Xu Zongjia's footsteps were heavy. When he reached his current state, he always had a little more love for the common people in his heart. The ultimate ideological realm of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism was about compassion, helping the world, and leading people to do good. Therefore, Xu Zongjia sometimes felt a little sad. The sigh of autumn wind.

"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant. I am sad. Wherever the Chu-Han Sutra travels, thousands of palaces and palaces have been turned into dirt. When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

Xu Zongjia changed the word "Qin" in the original world poet Zhang Yanghao's "Shanshan Sheep·Tong Cares about the Ancient" to "Chu", which fit the scene in front of him and made everyone feel nostalgic.

Jiang Ni, in particular, had tears in her eyes. She was originally from the Western Chu royal family, but now she has become a maid. She returned to the old capital of her homeland, and she felt even more emotional.

The moat of Xiangfan City is extremely wide, and the suspension bridge on the river has not been closed. Xiangfan is strictly prohibited at night. However, the suspension bridge has been laid flat over the years, and even the main gate has never been closed overnight. It seems that in accordance with the instructions of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master, no ghosts are allowed to stay. He opened the door and allowed the innocent soul to leave Xiangfan, the capital of Feng.

When Xu Fengnian saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He deliberately changed the subject, walked in front of everyone, and talked about an old matter.

"After the ten-year siege of the city ended, Emperor Liyang invited the Taoist court to set up the Zhoutian Great Dip because Xiangfan had too much yin energy and the ghosts of the dead were still lingering, to save the dead ghosts and seek salvation for them so that they could be reincarnated."

Zhoutian Dajiao is the highest ritual of Taoism. It has 1,200 altars. It is already a large scale. Generally speaking, it is only a grand event in the emperor's family or the Taoist ancestral court. The word "jiao" has the same meaning. It's talking about the etiquette of pouring wine. To put it simply, it means that the Taoist priests hosted a banquet to entertain the immortals and gods of Zhou Tian. The largest banquet held by Zhou Tian before the Liyang Dynasty was just to pray for the prince and invite 2,400 saints. They descended to earth to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, and held 3,600 universal altars for the emperor to protect the country and the people.

But this time, Xiangfan City's Zhoutian Dajiao was an unprecedented 36,500 Dajiao since the Taoism was founded by the Tianshi Mansion. It was equivalent to inviting all the saint-suppressing immortals in the sky. The original tribute alone cost a lot of money. Going to the treasury for nine hundred thousand silver taels shows how much Liyang Chao attaches great importance to and taboos on this matter.

"Before leaving the city, Master Huang Zi of Longhu Mountain went around the city with his own hands, drew talismans and wrote seals. Finally, there was a Taoist celestial talisman hanging on the top floor of the Diaoyutai, which wrote: "The Heavenly Gang has been returned to the Heavenly Gang, and the Earthly Demon should return to the earth." He said when When Xiangfan's wandering soul is gone, this talisman will burn."

But the talisman has been written for many years and has never disappeared. It has undoubtedly become a lingering haze in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people in Xiangfan City.

Xu Zongjia glanced disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, despising these flashy Zhou Tian Dazhu, why it is so expensive to save the souls of the dead, but this is also a commonly used trick among Buddhists, and it is not easy for him to expose it, and it will ruin other people's jobs. After all, Although he has never become a monk, he can still be regarded as a Buddhist.

Jiang Ni really believed in these mysterious things. When he heard these gloomy stories, he was trembling with fear and no longer sad.

Xu Fengnian even took this opportunity to comfort the beauty and win her heart, which made him secretly happy.

Li Chungang originally didn't want to see Xu Fengnian deceive his young apprentice like this, but he also saw that Xu Fengnian was simply the nemesis of the little clay figurine. He rolled his eyes helplessly, not wanting to expose Xu Fengnian's sinister intentions.

Although Xu Fengnian comforted Jiang Ni, he himself felt heavy and muttered to himself.

"What are you afraid of? I'm the one who's afraid of Xiangfan. You know I really believe in Buddhism, the six paths of reincarnation, and karma. The sins in Xiangfan City are owed by my Xu family, and the evil spirits should look for me. !”

Xu Zongjia looked at Dharma Eyes and glanced at the sky above Xiangfan City, which was shrouded in endless black energy. Countless faces appeared in the black energy. The faces were all wailing in pain, biting each other and unable to escape. There was a green and purple gangster on the periphery of the black energy. The aura enveloped them, trapping these evil ghosts and innocent souls within them, making it difficult for them to escape.

Xu Zongjia couldn't help but secretly frown, looking at the talisman placed in the Diaoyutai of the city tower, and said dissatisfiedly.

"These Taoist priests in the Longhu Tianshi Mansion are really messing around. They have no ability to save the souls of the dead. They just use Taoist talismans to suppress these evil ghosts. Aren't they afraid that a hundred thousand evil ghosts will break the seal in the future and cause a catastrophe?"

Xu Fengnian and Li Chungang were stunned when they heard this, looked at Xu Zongjia in confusion, and asked curiously.

"Do you still understand these things about ghosts and gods?"

Xu Zongjia's expression was calm, without any hint of arrogance, and he said softly.

"I am a fellow practitioner of the three religions, so I naturally know some things about ghosts and gods. Isn't it strange?"

Li Chungang suddenly realized that he had seen Xu Zongjia perform the Taoist technique of shrinking the ground into an inch and the Buddhist technique of growing lotus step by step. Xu Zongjia usually regarded himself as a scholar, but Li Chungang simply mistakenly thought that Xu Zongjia was only proficient in the three religions martial arts. Unexpectedly, He is actually proficient in other aspects.