Chapter 270: The sorcerer does not fight, so no one in the world can fight with him; the warrior fights, so he is invincible
In the study.
Zhao Duan took two steps and arrived at the table. He picked up the ink stick and swirled it around in the inkstone twice. Then he hurriedly picked up the brush and wrote three lines on the paper:
1. The heart of a warrior is to be enterprising and not afraid of failure.
Second, challenge all parties and integrate the strengths of all schools of thought.
Three, not hiding or avoiding, the courage of a reckless man.
"Huh!" After finishing writing, Zhao Duan picked up the pen, let out a long sigh, and stared at the black words on the paper with a frown, his mind wandering.
This is the teaching he extracted today while following Hai Gongsheng.
"Eunuch Hai seems to be disorganized, but in fact, these past few days, he has been guiding me step by step to truly understand these things."
"So, the key to breaking through the state of mind and entering the divine realm lies in these words."
Zhao Duan looked at the first one, and after thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and crossed it out, changing it to the word "target".
“The key to this is not the warrior’s heart, but determination, that is, determining the goal.
When the Great Yu Emperor founded the dynasty, he was clearly not a simple man who pursued martial arts alone. He must have had the ambition to rule the world, and learning martial arts was perhaps just a means to an end.
"What is my goal? To survive."
Zhao Duan's eyes were firm.
Become a noble, a prime minister, a leader of civil officials? Become a renowned general? Or perhaps the most powerful minister? Or perhaps even reach the realm of "human immortal"?
Was this his goal? Never!
Is that "deceiving the emperor"? Marrying the empress?
Not at all.
"My goal has always been to survive better, not to live in uncertainty, with my life and death in the hands of others.
In my previous life, I toiled to death for this, and in this life, I'm trying to escape a crisis-ridden situation... But over the past few months, as my status has risen, my sense of urgency has decreased... My pursuit of my goals has also declined...
If you are not determined to move towards your goal, you are doomed to fail to achieve it!"
Zhao Duan suddenly woke up.
He looked at the second one, thought for a moment, and crossed it out as well:
"Learning from the strengths of hundreds of schools is what Old Xu did back then, as well as what today's grassroots warriors have to do. As for me, I've already received the inheritance of the God of War, so there's no need to waste my time."
Finally, he lowered his eyes and stared at the third one.
The words of the old man holding a bamboo pole scolding his apprentice in the martial arts hall echoed in my ears.
"Yes, I rely too much on my mind and other people.
Whether Xu Junling sent someone to challenge me or Chai Keqiao picked a fight, my first reaction was to use force to suppress them... because this was the least dangerous. I instinctively avoided the risk, thinking it would be foolish not to use the power I had.
"But... this damages the core of martial arts..."
It suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Duan.
In the scroll, at the foot of the green mountains, the Great Yu Emperor, covered in blood, lay in the afterglow of the setting sun and uttered these words:
"If you can't win, then you have to fight even more."
The sea of heart is difficult to contain the turmoil, and I am in a trance.
"That's right! Zhenbao said a long time ago that if I want to go further on the path of cultivation, I can't stay in the safety of the capital forever. I must face the storms of the outside world...
It doesn't mean that I need to do everything myself. I can still use my power, connections, bodyguards, and everything else...
But there is a premise, that is, I can't rely too much on these!"
"Once you become addicted, you'll gradually become timid and fearful, making it impossible for you to make any further progress!"
Zhao Duan woke up suddenly.
He realized that he had previously subconsciously wanted to hide his 'talent in practicing the Martial God Diagram' and even the 'Dragon Soul' in his body.
I want to be a little more "survival".
Afraid of being discovered by the empress.
Isn't this also a form of cowardice?
This is a reflection of his character. No matter in his past life or this life, he has been in the officialdom and is used to being cautious, observing people's words and expressions, and acting carefully... This helps him gain a foothold in Dayu.
But it also became his cage.
"I understand! This is the bottleneck that I can't break through in my state of mind!"
At this moment, Zhao Duan suddenly had an epiphany and felt enlightened.
Now that the problem is found, how do you correct it?
Zhao Duan suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Eunuch Hai not long ago.
At that time, Eunuch Hai mentioned that "The Martial God Picture" and the practitioners in reality influenced each other.
"In other words... the solution lies within the Martial God Diagram! Indeed, since this is the complete royal family technique, how could it not include a method for breaking through the state of mind?"
Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a blessing came to his mind.
He threw the brush in his hand, pushed open the study door, and shouted:
"Uncle Zhao!"
After a while!
The old steward of the Zhao family who raised him personally rushed over:
"Dalang, what do you want?"
Zhao Duan excitedly grabbed the old steward's sleeve and said quickly:
"Uncle Zhao, take your men to the bookstores and bookshops... In short, I need every book on the market that records Emperor Taizu's travels throughout the world, as well as biographies! Everything! Buy them all!"
The old steward nodded blankly, agreed quickly, and immediately asked the servants to go out and purchase.
In his later years, Emperor Taizu personally recorded his life experiences, and a biography of him has been circulated.
In addition, he traveled around and met many people.
Similarly, he is also remembered by too many people in the world.
Many of the predecessors who had fought against Taizu of Dayu also left behind a few words, which are scattered in many biographies.
“The most effective way to become stronger is to imitate the strong. The true meaning of the Martial God Diagram is to allow me to closely imitate Old Xu.
It’s not about learning his outward appearance, but about learning his thinking, his attitude and thoughts on spiritual practice…
Gathering as much information as possible can fill in the missing parts of the Martial God Diagram and help me speed up the process."
Zhao Duan stood in front of the study door with his hands behind his back, no more confusion in his eyes.
This is the experience he summarized from learning to get ashore in his previous life.
In this world, it is still possible.
…
Soon, volumes of biographies were brought into the study by the servants of the Zhao Mansion.
The old steward was very meticulous in his work and strictly followed Zhao Duan's orders. The books he bought piled up into a small mountain.
In most of these books, the passages recording Emperor Taizu may only be a few sentences.
Zhao Duan didn't mind at all and started to read and chew on it.
In a trance, I seemed to be back in my previous life, when I was frantically preparing for the exam at home.
In the next few days, Zhao Duan hardly left the house and declined all external work.
He did not look for Hai Gongfeng again, and he also stopped caring about the affairs of the yamen.
I spend the whole day in the study reading, thinking, eating and sleeping.
Like crazy.
On the third day, Zhao Duan called the old manager again and asked him to prepare a large amount of writing materials.
Without any warning, he began to paint.
Zhao Duan had never studied painting specifically, nor did he plan to learn it. He simply locked himself in the room, spread out the drawing paper, and began to paint freely with ink.
Soon, the finished drawing papers filled the ground, leaving him with nowhere to step, so he threw them all out.
"Mom, what's wrong with my brother? He suddenly locked himself up, reading, painting, and from time to time he would sit in the room in a daze with his hair disheveled, staring at the air without moving.
I brought him food before, but he didn't seem to recognize me... Could it be that he's been possessed by some evil spirit?"
In the courtyard, under the pavilion.
The young girl Zhao Pan came to her mother's side, worried.
From here, you can see the study not far away, with the door closed.
A week has passed since Zhao Duan went into seclusion.
The atmosphere in the entire Zhao family also became somewhat heavy and depressing.
Eugene Hua sat on a bench in the pavilion, with many donated scrolls spread out on the stone table in front of her.
The painting uses extremely rough and clumsy painting techniques to depict scenes of warriors fighting.
If the sea is enshrined here, you will recognize it at a glance:
Every picture here is a real fight that he has taken Zhao Duan to watch over the past few days.
All these accumulations finally emerged at this moment, pushing Zhao Duan gradually closer to that mysterious realm.
"Don't talk nonsense. How could Dalang be possessed by a demon?"
The stepmother spat, but the expression on her face was even more worried than her daughter:
"Didn't that old man from the palace come to our house before? He told us it was okay and we should not disturb Dalang."
She was referring to Eunuch Hai.
The old eunuch in the dragon robe came to the house once during that period.
When he learned that Zhao Duan was obsessed with seclusion at home, he smiled with relief, did not disturb him, and walked away with a brisk pace.
Zhao Pan's eyes flashed:
"But the old man just looked at it from a distance and didn't even go into the house."
Eugene bit her lip, unable to make up her mind. After thinking for a moment, she urged her daughter:
"Why don't you go to the imperial court and talk to that Governor Ma and see what he says."
As a woman, You Jinhua did not know the identity of Eunuch Hai. She only knew that he was from the "palace" and did not quite believe it.
But he was very convinced of the senior leader in the government office where his stepson worked.
Zhao Pan nodded and hurried over.
The news she brought back was that Ma Yan listened carefully to her story, smiled, and said:
"Don't bother me, it's a good thing."
So, the anxious mother and daughter had to suppress their worries and hope that Dalang would get better soon.
…
Time passes by little by little.
During the time when Zhao Duan was in seclusion to cultivate his mind, the atmosphere in the capital was as intense as "a raging fire."
The date of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism is approaching.
The city was also bustling with activity. Almost all the inns in the capital were full, filled with outsiders who came to see this big event.
The imperial guards, led by Zhao Ya, were busy all the time, working around the clock to deal with conflicts that could break out in the city at any time.
As the popularity of the incident grew, the details of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism gradually leaked out.
People's attention is naturally focused on the players.
Because the rules require young disciples in the Divine Chapter Realm to compete, and there are two thresholds: realm and age, the candidates are not difficult to guess.
On the Tianshi Mansion side, the most popular candidate is the Golden Tablet Priest.
Gongshu Tianyuan, as the senior brother, is not incompetent, but he majored in the "God of Craftsmanship" path, and is not good at fighting rules.
The other disciples of the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi did not meet the required age and realm requirements, so they did not come back to join in the fun.
On the Shenlong Temple side, the one who attracted much attention was a young monk named "Tianhai".
…
Tianshi Mansion, the deepest part.
In a courtyard with a separate entrance and exit.
Gongshu Tianyuan, wearing a dirty priest robe, pried open the gate.
Before our eyes is a huge and mysterious banyan tree.
After the fall, the huge and lush crown of the banyan tree turns golden overnight, shining like fire.
But not a single leaf fell.
Under the big tree, the tall, narrow-faced old Taoist priest was still leaning in the rocking chair, holding the jade slip of the heavenly book in his hand, reading it for who knows how many times.
"Master," Gongshu Tianyuan stood still and saluted politely, "I can't find my junior sister."
Zhang Yanyi looked calm, as if he was not concerned about the battle that affected the honor and disgrace of the Tianshi Mansion. He smiled and said:
"What do you want her for?"
Gongshu Tianyuan was worried:
"I have tried to find out the situation at Shenlong Temple. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle.
As a senior brother, I should have contributed, but unfortunately I am not good at fighting. In the past fighting battles, there have been restrictions on the number of magical instruments that participants can bring.
Unfortunately, I can't bring all my precious belongings with me... so I can only offer more advice to my junior sister."
He rambled on for a while before saying mysteriously:
"I've heard that the young monk Tianhai is already capable of entering the secular realm, but he's deliberately suppressing it. He's quite vicious and is clearly waiting for us."
Zhang Yanyi said with great regret:
"I've taught you countless times. The Dao never involves fighting. Only warriors enjoy fighting. For those of us seeking the Dao, if we want to go far, we must not focus on others. Only caring about ourselves is the most powerful form of 'fighting'."
He raised his hand and drew two parallel lines on the ground, one long and one short, not intersecting, and said:
"Buddhism and Taoism are like these two lines. If you want to grow, focus on practicing and you can surpass others."
Gongshu Tianyuan said nothing, quietly stretched out his boot, shortened the long part, and muttered:
"I think this is more effective."
“…Get out.”
Zhang Yanyi said unhappily.
"Oh." Gongshu Tianyuan ran away happily.
After the people left, the huge golden banyan tree crown swayed, revealing a vague human face.
An illusory voice echoed:
"Don't get angry with the young. When he's older, he'll understand."
"It is because he does not contend that no one in the world can contend with him."
Zhang Yanyi suddenly read out a sentence he had memorized while chatting with Zhao Duan.
With emotion:
"Zhao is younger, yet he's already saying this. It's a shame he hasn't practiced for long, and chose to pursue the martial arts path, which has delayed his talent."
The golden banyan tree rustled and laughed:
“When a warrior moves forward, he must not hide or evade, but fight with others.
This is exactly contrary to the Taoist idea of tranquility and non-competition. What do you think, is he a competitive or non-competitive person?
Since Zhao Duan and Gongshu Tianyuan are together, it means they have similar temperaments."
Zhang Yanyi was silent for a moment and sighed:
"I understand that he may not be suitable for the path of a warlock, but... that's all."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes.
The battle between Buddhism and Taoism will last for the next two days, and he has no time to think about anything else.
…
In the imperial palace, inside the empress's bedroom.
Xu Junling entered the palace again today to play with his imperial sister.
Xu Zhenguan took time out to play Go with her in the house to relieve boredom.
"Royal sister, what is the young monk Tianhai from the Shenlong Temple like? Although I have heard of him, I don't know much about him. I just feel that he is not very famous."
Xu Junling asked curiously:
"According to legend, he was born with a vertical eye between his eyebrows. Because it frightened his parents, he was abandoned and was picked up and raised by a monk in the temple. Later, a passing master from Shenlong Temple noticed his extraordinary wisdom and brought him back to the temple.
Abbot Xuanyin also attached great importance to this young man, calling the vertical eye between his eyebrows "the eye of compassion", and saying that the young man was born with the ability to distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts.
This young man's personality was said to be different from the other monks, quite surly. He disliked meditation and spent his days out and about, punishing evil and promoting good. He would often resort to violence against evildoers... He had many lives on his hands, and he wasn't very popular within the Buddhist community.
opposite.
Xu Zhenguan, dressed in casual clothes, sat casually, but he had an imperial air, and his aura was in sharp contrast to that of the little princess.
The empress, with her long black hair and picturesque features, smiled.
Holding the chess piece in hand, his gaze drifted towards the Shenlong Temple:
"How do I know?"
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Laying the groundwork, laying the groundwork, breakthrough in the next chapter
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