Chapter 801 God of the Four Seasons, Temple!
Along with the raging fire, inky black smoke rose from the forest. The fire was red with black, as if destruction was steaming in the bright light and heat.
[The God of the Four Seasons is in action]
Luo Qingling held the gods of the four seasons in her hands, and the four auras of warmth, heat, coolness and coldness alternated on her body.
There was a loud roar in the sky, like thunder exploding in a clear sky, and she felt that her entire soul began to float up to an unknown place.
In her eyes, a horizontal white line appeared between heaven and earth. Above the white line were countless and endless wind, rain, thunder, ice, frost, rain and snow. The clouds were rolled in by the wind, the light was caused by thunder and lightning, and the cold was created by the snow. It was as if the gods above the nine heavens were driving their divine power.
[Luck Points -123573, remaining luck points 3094235]
Thousands of miles away in Winter City, in the ancestral temple, the smell of sandalwood and green smoke were curling up, and there were many shrines. It was a little dark in the hall. Luo Xizhi knelt on the cushion with a serious expression. Above him was the Luo family's artifact - the Heart of the Medical Saint, an artifact of extremely high status.
[Earth Rank: Heart of the Medical Saint (Who is the savior? The Medical Saint!): This item can only be used by the direct descendants of the Luo family. When the direct descendants of the Luo family activate this item, as the Luo family's children offer sacrifices and the medical path develops, heart blood will seep out of the Holy Heart. After taking the heart blood, one will gain the medical aura. Those who gain the medical aura will enter the stage of medical enlightenment at a special moment. Please explore the specific situation yourself.]
For the Luo family, this artifact is a necessity for survival and a sacred object to protect the clan. After prostrating himself, Luo Xizhi carefully took the drop of blood from the heart of the Medical Saint. The drop of blood was completely red, mixed with traces of sacred gold, and gave off bursts of fragrance. Luo Xizhi could not help but smile, thinking about who to give it to.
Huh?
The sudden and drastic reduction in his energy made Luo Xizhi's hands tremble. He immediately knew that the God of Four Seasons had been activated, and it consumed so many luck points just to activate it!
It is truly worthy of being the divine weapon that only belonged to King Zhaosheng. It is really unbearable for their descendants to use it.
As the activator of the divine weapon, Luo Qingling could clearly feel the immense luck being infused into the God of Four Seasons. She could feel most clearly that this was just the start!
[The God of Four Seasons is in use, Luck Points -112436, remaining Luck Points 2981799. ]
Thousands of miles apart, Luo Xizhi and Luo Qingling showed horror at the same time. Luo Qingling had already felt the infinite power in the dark, and she felt as if she had become the supreme god.
She could see the movement of every air current in the air. Those transparent, white air currents were surrounding her very actively.
Those spots seemed to be praising, celebrating, and dancing; her every move was filled with infinite power.
As long as the luck points are still being infused, she only needs to give an order and the strong wind coming from the sky will destroy everything in an instant.
But she gave up, because the surging power made her feel terrified.
In the eyes of everyone around her, Luo Qingling's whole body seemed to be moving without any wind, and her huge momentum was like a mountain pressing down on them.
Then she opened her eyes.
She didn't say anything, but almost all of her descendants understood what she said. The amount of energy consumed to activate the God of Four Seasons was already so huge. If it was used with all its strength, the amount of energy consumed would be an astronomical figure.
That would be an unbearable pain for the family!
But if we don’t use the family heritage, we will have to find something else to drive it. Is there anything in this world that is omnipotent?
The blood and soul of the Luo family’s direct descendants!
Inheriting the bloodline from the Supreme God Su Wang Shanghuang, Ji Zhao's status was greatly elevated after the first thousand years. Hundreds of years later, Ji Zhao began to merge with the Tao and replace the Heaven. This bloodline became more and more sacred, and he could slash destiny from above and mobilize divine weapons from below, with endless uses!
Luo Qingling was the activator of the divine weapon, and she was doomed to die. Now she needed more blood and soul to drive the divine weapon, so she opened her eyes.
Luo Chengzhi was leaving with bloodshot eyes. He shouted from a distance: "Sister, stop. Even without the help of the strong wind, I can still annihilate the Hu army!"
Luo Qingling laughed loudly and said, "Brother, don't be so stubborn. Instead of doing that, why don't you wait for me to launch the storm and then kill everyone in sight and take enough barbarians with you to be buried with us? Isn't it for this great cause that we, the direct descendants, have come here?"
"Brother, my sister is right. Brandish your sword, and with all your anger and fire, reach the place you will eventually arrive at."
Luo Chengzhi's gaze fell on the woman from the Luo family who was speaking, his cousin, a sixteen-year-old girl. He once hunted a white tiger and gave its sharpest tooth to his sister.
A dazzling light emanated from Luo Qingling's hands. The little girl stepped into the light without hesitation. She leaned back, facing the sky. Blood spurted out from dozens of places all over her body in an instant. The red blood turned into trickles, and her body gradually became illusory, even transparent!
Phew~
Whoosh~~
Whoosh whoosh~~~
It was a bright day, and the next moment dark clouds covered the city.
One moment the wind is gentle and pleasant, and the next moment it is a fierce and violent gale.
"Brother, it's time for you to leave!"
Luo Qingling's voice was heavy with determination. Luo Chengzhi put down his visor with tears in his eyes. In a war, he lost two sisters. He must kill quickly, otherwise in order to maintain the storm, a third person might die. His aunt, sister, younger sister, and niece, watching these people die in front of him, he was going crazy.
"The Emperor Su Wang has bestowed upon us a divine weapon. The Wind God will help us destroy all enemies. My fellow winter men, obey the oracle of the Emperor Su Wang and charge with me to kill all the barbarian bastards!"
The billowing black smoke and the heat waves formed by the flames rushed madly down the hill under the strong wind. This sudden and extreme change was not caused by human power, but by heaven. This scene was a miracle, the legendary ability to call the wind and rain.
Compared with the excited state of the Winter Luo family, the Hu people were naturally in chaos. As the smoke mixed with poisonous smoke rushed down, groups of soldiers fell down.
Luo has studied medicine for so many years, and is also very good at poison research. However, this method is too cruel and extremely uncontrollable, and it is easy to hurt others and oneself, so Luo does not use it often.
Those Hu soldiers who fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth frightened the other soldiers. Anyone who saw their comrades die without any contact and in extreme pain would not be able to bear it psychologically and retreated one after another, trying to avoid the black smoke.
The vague uneasiness in Murong He's heart finally subsided, because facts proved to him that the Luo family did have a backup plan, and his uneasiness was quite reasonable.
But now Murong He's face and eyes were filled with fear. He was dumbfounded and speechless. The sudden strong wind reminded him of something not so good, especially since the wind was blowing in a broken pattern!
This strong wind was not blowing in the right direction. It could be seen from the woods on the hill that the leaves of the trees several meters apart were motionless and there was no wind at all. But from where the fire started, endless wind suddenly appeared.
Anyone can see that this is not normal!
As for the smoke and dust in the wind, and the wind that was obviously mixed with extremely toxic poison, it made Murong He extremely terrified.
Poisonous smoke doesn't care how thick the armor is. If you can withstand the poison, you will live, if you can't, you will die. As for whether you can withstand it, it depends on the extent of casualties among the vanguard troops. It is probably impossible. If you can control the wind direction and wind speed, you must increase the dosage to the maximum.
Faced with this extremely strange situation, Murong He had only one thought, which was to escape!
He was sure of it.
As long as you are a little stubborn, you will definitely die!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The familiar sound of galloping war horses came from the hill. Murong He turned his horse around and fled without looking back. Winning or losing, capturing and killing Luo, were all just jokes. The only thing that mattered was saving his life.
The entire Hu army that surrounded the hill collapsed almost in a short time. Everyone was scrambling to escape. Looking down from the sky, the Hu people were fleeing in the front, and the poisonous smoke carried by the strong wind was devouring people's lives in the back. Behind the strong wind was the Luo cavalry riding down on horseback. The cavalry in the front row kept spraying poison, and gusts of wind blew it up and added it to the poisonous smoke.
Along the way, the Luo army didn't even take action. All they could see were the dying and struggling Hu people wailing on the ground. How many of them were there?
No one could possibly count them, but it must have been terrifying!
When two armies confront each other, the number of casualties is usually not that large, as it is much more difficult to defeat the enemy than to annihilate them all. However, poisonous smoke is different, it directly devours everything piece by piece!
As long as the poisonous smoke spreads, no one can survive. This way of killing is enough to make the Luo army's scalps numb. Fortunately, this method has too demanding requirements on the weather and is basically impossible to achieve. Otherwise, it would be too terrible.
The black smoke was endless, but Luo's blood had an end. After the Hu people completely collapsed, the scope of the black smoke became larger and larger, and it became more and more diluted, and the gusts of wind finally stopped.
The swords and bows in the hands of the Luo army never stopped. Teams of them rushed forward to kill. The continuous bows and crossbows played a very important role in this kind of harvest battlefield. Corpses fell one after another, swords whistled, people roared, and horses neighed.
It is always said that you should not chase a desperate enemy.
But at this moment Luo Chengzhi never shouted to stop. The horse under his crotch already felt tired. He had chased for hundreds of miles. On the vast grassland, this distance might not be a big deal, but most cavalrymen only marched a hundred miles or so.
Countless corpses were lying on the grassland, with various causes of death, and most of them had fear on their faces.
Most of the horses were already unable to march, but the war horses under Luo Chengzhi were of top quality, and he kept moving forward. Even the pitch-black night sky could not stop him.
When the morning light shone on the hills, Luo Chengzhi returned here with an exhausted face. The place was full of smoke, and the woods halfway up the mountain were all burned. The stones turned black, and it was full of desolation and loneliness. In such a big chase, Luo's army would naturally not have any casualties. The most casualties were probably due to chasing too fast and the horses stumbling and falling.
Luo Chengzhi hurried up the mountain. The soldiers guarding the Luo family's daughter had not slept all night, and their eyes were bloodshot. The hills were a little cold in the early morning. His eyes fell on Luo Qingling at first sight, but he did not see his cousin.
His cousin had turned into light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Luo Qingling was leaning against a big rock with her eyes closed, her face pale. Luo Chengzhi walked over carefully and gently touched her cheek, which was very soft and very cold.
He held Luo Qingling's body in his arms, hugged it tightly, and said softly and suppressedly: "Sister, the Hu people have been almost wiped out. I have not let you down. I will kill more Hu people and kill them all."
Two hundred thousand people were annihilated on the grassland, like a myth. The Xianbei Murong tribe was almost wiped out in one battle and withdrew from the stage of history. The Tuoba tribe also suffered heavy losses. What awaited them would be the women and children being annexed by other tribes. The Murong tribe could be declared over.
Luo Chengzhi only felt a lightness in his arms, and the corpse unexpectedly began to turn into spots of light. Those who used divine weapons would turn into light and disappear after death. Luo Chengzhi looked at Luo Qingling who was gradually disappearing in front of his eyes, and could not help but yelling loudly.
“Ahhhh!!!”
"Chengzhi, besides Qingling and Ah Cheng, Ah Ling also disappeared into thin air."
Luo Chengzhi's roar paused, he quickly turned his head and looked around, but he did not see that figure. He opened his mouth, wanting to vent, but only two lines of tears flowed down.
…
In the distant Western Regions, after the fall of Tianjin City, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo fled westward with their remaining personal soldiers and spiritual soldiers.
Facing the vast land of the Western Regions, the road ahead is confusing, but Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo are both people with strong minds, especially since the current situation was within their expectations.
Back in time, when Sima Yi had not yet violated the oath of Luo River, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo found a slightly dilapidated temple as their shelter.
As for the monks in the temple, they voluntarily followed the two reincarnations of Buddha and Bodhisattva to resist the tyranny of the Xianbei.
Zhao Yingluo was holding their child in her arms. The child did not take Luo Jialan's surname because he would inherit the throne of Zhao in the future, although the throne was currently in the hands of the Xianbei people.
Zhao Yingluo was coaxing him to sleep in a gentle voice. Luo Jialan leaned on the bed, sitting with his legs bent casually. After thinking for a long time, he asked: "Yingluo, do you think we should go in the direction where the Great Yuezhi once fled, or go in the direction of Anxi? There is fertile land there. If we can revive there, we can gain the ability to fight the Xianbei."
Zhao Yingluo pondered for a moment after hearing this and was about to speak when Sima Yi violated the Luoshui oath and Ji Lingjun began to launch the horrible punishment.
The two fell silent for a moment.
After a long time, Luo Jialan chuckled and said, "It seems that we don't need to go west anymore. The family will not miss this opportunity. The world's war against the Hu people will probably start soon. The power of the Xianbei in the Western Regions will be rapidly weakened. We will return to the Western Regions and contact those rulers who are dissatisfied with the Xianbei people. With our prestige, we can raise a large army to fight against the Xianbei Hu people."
When the emperors of various countries began to swear together on the banks of Luo River to fight against the Hu people, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo sneaked back to the Western Regions and began to gather the horse bandits roaming among the countries in the Western Regions. With the ability of spiritual soldiers, it was easy to gather these people.
When the news of the world-wide attack on the Hu came, the two knew that the opportunity had come. The Xianbei army originally stationed in the Western Regions began to recruit a large number of vassal troops from the Western Regions countries to attack the border of Wei State and bring them back to the grassland to participate in the most intense war.
After the Xianbei army left, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo immediately started an uprising in the rear. After the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, they naturally brought their own ruling order. As everyone knows, even the most moderate rule will inevitably cause changes in interests.
After the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, naturally the interests of a large number of Western Regions nobles were affected. Except for those Western Regions nobles who had long since defected to the Xianbei people, the other nobles had their wealth and power taken away by the Xianbei people to varying degrees.
These people were naturally quite dissatisfied with the Xianbei people, and had to endure it without the ability to resist. But now that the Xia and Hu people were fighting, it was their chance.
After meeting these people, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo spoke very simply, just giving them a simple analysis.
"In the visible history, have you ever seen the Han people in the Central Plains experience defeat? In thousands of years of war, have you ever seen the people of King Su lose? In thousands of years of war, who were the last to disappear?
Will there be an exception now?
Have you all forgotten the thunder that once enveloped everything?
How could the Zhuxia people, who have gods, lose to the Hu people? There is a saying in Zhuxia that those who can see the reality clearly are the real heroes. You are all nobles from the Western Regions. You were canonized by Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago. For hundreds of years, you have been the people of the Su Wang. Only by continuing to follow the Su Wang's oracle guidance can you get all the rewards from the Su Wang after death. "
From intimidation to inducement, from analysis of reality to promises of faith, basically all the tricks that could be used were used.
Ji Zhao's faith suffered a severe blow after the burning of the Suwang Temple. No new faith patch has been found to make up for it yet, but the reputation created by Zhu Xia cannot disappear in a short time.
Over the past few hundred years, all the powers headed by the Han Dynasty have shown too much strength, especially the Han Dynasty. The Huns, who once oppressed the entire Western Regions to the point of suffocation, were stabbed to death on the grassland by the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty fought from Liaodong to Kangju, from Hetao to Mobei, and everywhere was covered with red blood.
The Western Region nobles were eyewitnesses of all this. After all, it was the Western Region Temple Army led by the Wushuang Hou Luoshi who dealt the final blow to the Huns. The ancestors of these Western Region nobles were the ones who put the final nail in the Huns' coffin.
These people have been under the banner of Wushuang Hou for hundreds of years, fighting side by side with the Zhuxia for hundreds of years, and fighting against the grassland for hundreds of years. Whether from a psychological identity, blood identity, or any other aspect, they are naturally close to the Zhuxia. Faced with Luo Jialan's lobbying, most of the nobles quickly agreed to Luo Jialan's request.
It's not just these nobles. The Xianbei people had said long ago after entering the Western Regions that although the upper class had been deeply sinicized and had received etiquette education, the lower-class Hu people still had the habits of the jungle law. They were restrained by military law during wars, but after the war, when they entered the governance stage, these people began to constantly stir up trouble, making the people of the Western Regions miserable.
It can be said that not long after the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, the people of the Western Regions felt that they had suffered from the Xianbei for a long time. Rebellions emerged one after another. The Xianbei even had to forcibly conscript soldiers to recruit their vassal troops. However, the Temple of Suwang at that time only needed to issue a "Letter from the Temple to the People of the Western Regions" to summon countless troops. This was the huge gap in prestige between the two sides.
After the uprising broke out throughout the Western Regions, Luo Jialan finally appeared on the stage again and in front of the Xianbei people. He summoned those nobles and righteous men who were willing to join the anti-Xianbei alliance.
"To the nobles of the cities in the Western Regions, with the grace of His Majesty King Su:
It has been more than three hundred years since Emperor Su Wang freed the Western Regions from darkness, and the Western Regions have had light since then.
For three hundred years, people of all nations and races have lived and worked together in harmony here. Is there any place on earth that is better than the Western Regions?
The Huns came with swords and were eventually killed by our ancestors. Do you know what is recorded in the history books?
'So he used the temple as his flag, the Han army as his banner, and carried eighty years of blood and tears, and traveled four thousand miles through wind and frost, to attack the royal court. The fate of the Xiongnu was sealed with a single sword.'
How heroic this is!
How magnificent it is!
What an honor this is!
Today, the Xianbei have attacked again, ravaging our people, destroying our cities and temples, killing our families, and even trampling on our beliefs. Is this something that humans can tolerate?
Ever since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a darker time in the Western Regions than at this moment.
Ever since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a more bloody and desolate time in the Western Regions than at this moment.
Ever since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a time in the Western Regions that has been more like a purgatory on earth than at this moment.
This is something I cannot tolerate.
This is something you cannot tolerate.
This is something that all the ancestors and the gods in heaven cannot tolerate.
Listen.
The Taoist gods have pity on all living things.
The Bodhisattvas of Buddhism have made great vows of compassion.
Heaven and earth are spitting on the Xianbei. If you don't raise your swords now, will you resist only when you are about to die?"
Luo Jialan's voice was very loud and could be heard from far away. All the loudspeakers could carry it widely. His words were full of emotion and touching. As soon as he finished speaking, endless voices rang out and everyone echoed him.
Zhao Yingluo looked at him with a smile and said loudly: "Husband, you are the natural king!"
Luo Jialan felt all the cheers around him, and the power in his body filled him. He smiled and said, "Yingluo, you will be the greatest king in the Western Regions, and even the king of kings. I will be the general who charges into battle for you. I look forward to the day when I can crown you with the emperor's crown as the high priest of the temple."
emperor!
This word made Zhao Yingluo dazed for a moment. In the past many years, the emperor was equivalent to the Son of Heaven, because there was only one emperor in the world. Now it is different, there are four emperors in the world, but it is still an honorable title.
Zhao Yingluo was so smart that she immediately understood what Luo Jialan meant when he said he would use his status as the high priest of the temple to allow her to wear the emperor's crown.
That was to restore the majesty of the temple and crown it with the prestige of the Lord of the Western Regions.
But Zhao Yingluo's eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought of more things. What kind of scene would it be if the emperor and the high priest of the temple were tied together?
Just a slight thought and Zhao Yingluo began to tremble with excitement all over. She didn't believe that her husband would not think of this scene. She stared at Luo Jialan, but could only see Luo Jialan's gentle smile.
“This is an attempt.”
What to try?
Zhao Yingluo felt that she knew it, but was not quite sure about it. However, the two of them had more important things to do now.
Luo Jialan took Zhao Yingluo's hand and whispered, "Yingluo, the time has come. I want to rebuild the Temple Army. In a month, the Temple Army that was once invincible in the world will appear."
Zhao Yingluo was shocked again. Rebuilding the temple army in just one month was simply a fantasy.
Luo Jialan smiled slightly, "The key to the Temple Army is the selection of people. Now that we have the support of the Western Region nobles, we can select people on a large scale. However, given the current situation in the Western Region, I am afraid that we can only build a thousand Temple Army at most. Compared with the peak of 3,000 people, it is naturally far from enough. But now the whole world is fighting against the Hu, and we don't need to face all the Xianbei people. Eight hundred people, one thousand people, should be enough."
Of course it’s enough!
Even if a thousand people cannot be gathered, as long as there are eight hundred people, that would be the sharpest fighting force. After the Xianbei people vigorously recruited young and strong people from the Western Regions and took away a large number of vassal troops, what the Western Regions lacks most now is a large amount of immediate fighting power. As long as Luo Jialan can really train the temple army, they will be able to fight!
Zhao Yingluo still couldn't believe it. An army like the Temple Army would take years of training, and it would be impossible to train them in just one month. But when she thought about the various miraculous things her husband had done, she still chose to believe it.
She knew that Luo Jialan would definitely not use normal methods of training soldiers. It was possible that he would suddenly use his divine power to create an army just like he summoned those strong women.
As expected, Luo Jialan took out an extremely complicated flag from his arms the next moment. On the flag were embroidered the symbol of the Temple Army and the mountains and rivers of the entire Western Regions. It looked quite like a geomancy map of the Western Regions.
At this moment, the flag was constantly flashing with light, and there was a stream of light circling around the flag. Luo Jialan held the flag in his hand and began to outline in his mind the effect he wanted to achieve and how to activate the flag.
[Luck Points -100000, remaining luck points 2881799]
The sudden appearance of such a huge foundation startled Luo Jialan for a moment, and then he was glad that he only planned to restore one thousand people, otherwise he would definitely have used more foundation.
After these backgrounds were filled in the flags, Luo Jialan knew that all that was left was to select people, and the once invincible army would reappear on the land of the Western Regions.
Zhao Yingluo's face was filled with horror. Luo Jialan touched his nose and saw blood flowing out.
He smiled slightly and said gently: "Yingluo, don't worry, it's just a shortened life span, you won't die."
Zhao Yingluo wiped it for him gently, her face full of worry but silent.
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In the Battle of Pojun Mountain, Murong's army of 200,000 surrounded the city, while Luo's army of 20,000 held firm. In the first battle, Luo summoned the drum of Fengbo, who was a minister of Emperor Xuanyuan. In the second battle, Luo summoned the drum of the God of Plague, who was a Taoist and Buddhist deity. Murong's army was defeated and all died. A hundred miles of land was covered with bones, and it became a poisonous area. No one has lived there since then. - "Guangji Yiwen"
"Da Ming: Simulation Life, Old Zhu's Mentality Collapses"
Introduction:
"Historical Records: Ming Dynasty" says: "He used military tactics like a god, knew how to use people, and created a prosperous era that far surpassed the Han and Tang dynasties. Throughout the past thousand years, only Zhu Su can be called a sage."
(End of this chapter)
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