Chapter 133: Laying Down the Burden

"Well-field system? Is he going to learn from Wang Mang?"

In Taiyuan, a group of advisers looked at the information sent by Taoism and started discussing it.

Tang Ming looked solemn. Looking at the Taoist policy, he felt like he had encountered a powerful enemy.

"Wuji, what do you think of Xu Xuan?"

"A strong enemy. When we attack the northwest in the future, Taoism will definitely be a strong enemy. Moreover, Taoism is not the well-field method, but a more extreme method than the well-field method. The land is designated as public, and each person has a maximum of 100 acres. It is not allowed to be bought or sold, and it is not allowed to be transferred. The wasteland that is reclaimed is distributed, and the excess land is used as public land."

"Although the well-field of King Zhou is also not allowed to be bought or sold, the upper limit will obviously be higher. At least there are princes who are enfeoffed and establish countries, while Taoism does not even allow the existence of aristocratic families. If they are allowed to gain power, there will be no place for us."

At this time, a tall and strong man stood up and said in a muffled voice: "Prince, give me three thousand soldiers and horses, and I, Old Zhu, will chop off this man's head."

There was a trace of white liquid at the corner of the strong man's mouth. He did not drink wine, but human milk. He was cruel. Although he harmed the people and cut off women's breasts, he was loyal to Tang Ming, so he was called the saint of the time and tolerated by Tang Ming, who had a clear sky above his head.

"No." The counselor advised: "Taoism has deep roots and cannot be defeated. Even if we win by chance, it will be a bargain for outsiders. Take Chang'an first."

Yun Qiong also said at this time: "Yes, prepare to recruit soldiers, take Chang'an, and then we will be able to gain a foothold through our operation. Before that, issue a manifesto to condemn the Taoist well-field system, so that they will have a hard time and strive for opportunities for development for us."

The Tang family has been operating in Jin for decades, with a strong foundation and tens of thousands of elite soldiers. If they choose to fight a cult to the death, they will definitely waste the opportunity to conquer the world.

"Well, let the world see the true face of Xu Xuan."

It's just right to step on Xu Xuan to become famous.

This is the contrast. When other forces see Xu Xuan, such a cruel hero, and then look at themselves, they become pleasing to the eye, which invisibly adds bargaining chips for themselves.

Everyone tacitly ignores the rumored magic. Many warriors' skills can make people mistake them for gods, especially the people of the Demon Sect, who are best at pretending to be gods.

Even if they believed, they would not undermine their morale in such an occasion.

But some people were different.

Tianluo Valley.

"Ghost... Ghost... I saw a ghost..."

In the hall, a man's howling was heard.

Three men in black were seen holding down a man with disheveled hair, dilated pupils, and constantly shouting "ghost".

This was a Yinshan sect disciple who had escaped from the battlefield by chance. When everyone found him, he had already become a crazy beggar.

"Demon King, this man is crazy, completely crazy, and full of nonsense." One of the disciples said.

"My lord, let me take people to kill Xu Xuan and avenge Song Qing!" Another person half-knelt and said.

The man had a strange appearance, and his palms had a black iron-like luster.

"Iron Hand, tell everyone not to move, and don't avenge Song Qing."

"For..."

"Go down!"

The masked demon king shouted softly, and the devil's voice filled their ears. Several people groaned, and the sound was shaky.

After everyone left, the demon king came to the side candlestick and turned the mechanism, and the mechanism on the side wall slowly opened.

Following the winding tunnel, he entered a large cave hall.

There was no gold, silver or treasure inside, only murals, a secret book with the Yinshan Faji written on it, and a small bottle.

The murals depicted scenes of feathered people ascending to heaven and casting spells.

Most of the feathered people have a common feature, with a pair of white wings on their backs. A small number of them are also considered feathered people, such as the vertical-eyed people, the three-eyed people, and the dragon-headed people.

This is the immortal in the ancient legend. There may be a certain fantasy element, but the demon king Zhu Yuan knows that immortals are definitely not legends, but there are real existences of this kind.

This Yinshan Faji is proof that no one can practice the skills on this thing anymore. It is only here as a sect antique, and the content is not valued by people.

"Are they really back?"

The demon king Zhu Yuan muttered to himself.

If this is true, how will these sects deal with it?

"No, immortal cultivators also have weaknesses, they are not invulnerable to swords and guns. As long as we find an opportunity, we can definitely kill them." The devil thought.

Besides, it may not be true. Some people in the Taoist sect like to play tricks. They look less than fifty, but they can boast that they are five hundred, claiming to be immortals, and even have miracles circulated. There are hundreds of them in these years.

Even many rebel kings in the world started their careers with miracles.

"Let's investigate first, don't act rashly."

The devil fell silent.

Emperor Hill, Jingming Temple.

The fairy Shenxiu looked up at the sky and sighed: "If this is true, the people will be in trouble. I hope it's not."

The annihilation of the scattered cultivators of the demon sect should be a happy thing, but the rumors that spread made them a little uneasy.

After research by several Buddhist monks, this rumor is most likely false. It is possible that Xu Xuan has a treasure or some strange magic skill.

Because the spiritual energy in this world is not enough for people to practice, and the spiritual energy crystals handed down from ancient times were already consumed by the masters of various sects in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

It is most likely not a cultivator.

If it is true, then call on all the heroes in the world to kill this so-called cultivator in one fell swoop.

Martial arts originally originated from cultivating immortals. Powerful martial arts masters are not afraid of so-called cultivators in close combat.

"Today is definitely a prosperous era of martial arts. Gods will kill gods and Buddhas will kill Buddhas. They must be destroyed!!"

Wutong Cave.

Xu Xuan is refining the elixir. The dragon and tiger elixir is refined and swallowed in one gulp.

He closed his eyes and refined the medicinal power in his body.

The view moves outward. There is a magic altar outside. The altar is dedicated to the jade seal. Three bowls of spirit beast essence and blood slowly decrease, as if swallowed by some creature.

These are the twelve ghost generals.

Xiang Youxian left again to collect news about strange objects and Taoist methods for Xu Xuan.

At the same time, Kou Zhen and others were rectifying the people and collecting more materials suitable for Xu Xuan to practice ghosts and gods, so that the ghost seal could be further improved.

Days passed one by one, and time flew by.

The fruits planted by Xu Xuan a few years ago finally began to grow.

There were thirty-six cultivators with dragon and giant crocodile bloodlines.

Lu Jing and Kou Zhen both awakened their magic.

The night was dark, and noisy fighting sounds came from below.

Boom!

The ground within a radius of ten feet exploded, rocks flew through the air, and the internal force was like a storm hitting the shore. A weak man with golden pupils stood in the center, looking at a person lying in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

"I heard that you are the military advisor of the East Desert. What's your name? Demon Marshal? It's just like this, you can't trap my ground cracking method."

The Demon Marshal was beheaded, and for a while, several innate masters were killed in succession.

Kou Zhen and Lu Jing are among the top ten masters in the world.

People dare not imagine how powerful the so-called Zhenjun is, perhaps he is an unfathomable grandmaster.

After these things happened, the number of spies sent by various factions suddenly decreased.

The Taoist network is about to be unfolded.

One year later.

"Kill!!"

"The Qi of the heavens is surging, and my Taoism is flourishing day by day!"

Twenty thousand elite soldiers killed in all directions.

Taoist soldiers have always been pragmatic. If you count civilians and miscellaneous people, it is estimated that there are 100,000.

Conquered several counties in Shu along the way.

In the process, many masters from aristocratic families were arrested. These people were all imprisoned and became fuel for ghosts to improve their proficiency in the Six Dings and Six Jias.

In the same year, Chen Kuan was killed and the world was divided.

And Taoism, a court that has never been seen before, with no king but only Zhenjun, has to face more complex challenges.

At this time, Xu Xuan wanted to give up the burden.