The seventeenth year of Taichang.
spring.
The emperor was so confused that he danced wildly for three days and nights and died.
The new king ascended the throne and Jianyuan was prosperous.
Emperor Pingkang was just three years old. His biological mother, Emperor Empress Dowager, was in charge of the government. Zhou Ping'an was promoted to Chief Minister.
The following year.
Zhou Ping'an was awarded the title of Grand Master.
Prajna Temple.
Western Regions An ancient temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.
It is the birthday of Buddha.
Thousands of believers traveled across mountains and rivers to come to worship, including many princes and nobles from surrounding small countries.
The temple is filled with ribbons, flags, prayer flags, and the most important merit box. There are also pot-bellied monks walking among the crowd, selling Mystic Item consecrated by eminent monks.
Believers who usually break a penny in half do not hesitate to spend all their wealth in exchange for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.
In the pious understanding of believers, spiritual stability is better than fullness.
At this time.
Several eminent monks sat cross-legged on the cloud platform and lectured, and the believers who listened were mesmerized.
When the talk got heated, an eminent monk stood up and waved his fists, as if the argument was about to turn into a physical debate, when he suddenly felt severe pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw a fist-sized hole, extending from his chest to his back.
The eminent monk fell from the cloud platform, blood splattered everywhere, and the frightened believers screamed and ran away.
The first monk looked up and saw a young man in gray clothes standing on the top of the Buddhist hall, clasping his hands together and chanting the name of the Buddha.
"Amitabha! Where did the donor come from?"
"Jiejiejie..."
Zhou Yi laughed strangely, clasped his hands behind his back, stood on the glass roof and looked down at the group of monks. His voice was as thick as thunder, and his identity was revealed as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Our family heard that our old friend is practicing Zen here, so we came here to visit and settle our grudges!"
"Servant..."
The leader's face changed slightly, and he had some guess about the identity of the visitor. He winked and signaled to the monks behind him to go to the back hall and tell the ancestor to escape. He stood up and saluted in order to delay the visitor.
"May I ask, but in person with the Governor?"
Brush!
A Sword Qi flashed through, and the messenger monk was cut into two pieces at the waist. The internal organs were spread out in large areas, making the originally compassionate and solemn Yuntai become terrifying and weird.
When the leader saw this move, he was sure that the person in front of him was Governor Eastern Depot. His face turned red and white. He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice.
"Even if the Governor is invincible, he may not be able to kill all the monks in this temple before his true energy is exhausted!"
The words fell.
Hundreds of warrior monks came out from the monk's house, holding swords and sticks, and formed a military formation to surround Zhou Yi.
"No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants!"
Zhou Yi flicked with ten fingers, and dozens of Sword Qi were sprayed out in an instant. The monk fell over a large area, with their hearts and necks broken and their breaths gone.
The two old monks, holding a hundred kilogram Demon Subduing Pestle, jumped up and smashed the heads of their bags over. The sound of the blunt objects breaking through the air was like thunder, and the huge force easily shattered the rocks.
"Death!"
Zhou Yi's voice was not very loud, but it reached everyone's ears easily. He blinked his eyes, and two Sword Qi shot out, cutting the old monk Demon Subduing Pestle into two pieces.
The leader's expression was horrified, his martial arts skills were no different from Gods and Devils.
Just as he was about to continue calling on the monks to surround him, an old and rich Buddhist chant came, drowning out the bustling shouts.
"Na Amitabha!"
Vajra Immortal stepped out from the crowd and stepped on the broken limbs, his bare feet dyed blood red. "I haven't seen you for many years, the governor is still young, I really envy the old monk."
"You're a bald bastard, you're quite brave."
Zhou Yi said coldly, "Unlike Benxin, who watched our family kill everyone in the Tianlang Temple, he didn't dare to come out to reminisce about the past. We had to take it out ourselves!"
Vajra Immortal sighed, "Back then, the poor monk was greedy and made a big mistake. Today, he is at the mercy of the governor. Please spare the monks in the temple."
"Easy to say, our family is not a people who kill indiscriminately."
Zhou Yi said this, but his actions were extremely ruthless. He pointed at the old monk on the cloud platform and used his true energy to penetrate his chest. His death was the same as the previous monk.
Vajra Immortal waved his hand to appease the group of monks and watched his disciple die with compassion on his face.
Zhou Yi killed the Vajra Immortal lineage according to the list. There is no need to comment on how cruel and brutal it is. This is the temperament of the governor. Killing people is as common as drinking water and eating.
Anyone who dares to be an enemy of the Governor will be punished by the Jiu Clan, and even masters, disciples, and friends will be implicated.
"Bald Thief, we still have a question, please answer it quickly and spare others."
There is no sadness on Vajra Immortal's face. The world is like a furnace and a millstone. This disciple went to the Paradise of Paradise earlier to worship the Buddha and saved a lot of worldly pain. He bowed and agreed.
"May I ask, Lord Governor, this poor monk will tell you everything he knows."
"Our family has traveled thousands of miles, traveled all over the southeast, northwest, and killed the nine enemy tribes, and discovered a strange thing."
Zhou Yi asked, "In the tombs of Qingyang, Saintess, and True Spirit, there are only clothes but no bodies. Our family has carefully checked and found that they are indeed dead..."
After Emperor Pingkang ascended the throne, Zhou Ping'an took over the power and sent soldiers to spy on the world.
Three years later, the secret agents found out the whereabouts of all the enemies. Zhou Yi visited them one by one and killed many people.
As the news spread, people who originally coveted immortality stopped and hid in the dark. There were even rumors spread by Buddhists and Daoists Esoteric Sect, claiming that Duke Du was a god and Buddha who came to the world and took the opportunity to attract believers.
Vajra Immortal frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It should be related to the technique taught by Eunuch Lu. He used the cruel method to condense Spirit Soul and transformed into a ghost to extend his life."
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and it turned out to be Eunuch Lu's fault again.
"Thieves Bald, you don't live long enough, why don't you turn to the ghost path?"
"Na Amitabha!"
Vajra Immortal proclaimed the Buddha's name and clasped his hands together. "That skill was born out of the White Lotus Sect, and it is very different from my Buddhism. The poor monk would rather die and disappear than fall into the realm of evil ghosts!"
"Our family will give the monk a ride."
Zhou Yi has some admiration for Vajra Immortal. If he were not immortal, he would definitely turn into a ghost to extend his life, even if he suspected that Eunuch Lu's technique had a trap.
He waved his hand and sprayed out dozens of Sword Qi, smashing Vajra Immortal into pieces.
Admiration is admiration, but revenge cannot be delayed!
Pingkang for seven years.
Jiangnan.
Surabaya City.
Thin raindrops fell, splashing on the bluestone street.
Tap tap tap...
There were even sounds of footsteps in the rain. Zhou Yi walked outside the door of the Zhang Family's blacksmith shop and stared at the hot fire for a long time without speaking.
The old blacksmith bent over and his back was hunched over, with veins popping out in the hand holding the hammer, as if a beast might burst out and hurt anyone at any moment.
"Eunuch Hai, we advise you not to move."
Zhou Yi said with a smile, "Those five sons and thirteen grandsons of yours are all under the control of the Eunuch Bureau. There are also three outer rooms hidden in Ye City and Lucheng. Pacification Office also invited Pacification Office to have tea!"
The old blacksmith, also known as Eunuch Hai, changed his name and surname and became an ordinary person, thus evading the court's search for several years.
Hearing that all the tribesmen had fallen into the hands of the imperial court, Eunuch Hai lost his momentum in an instant. Martial Grandmaster, who was originally dominating the world unscrupulously, lost all his strength once he was bound by family ties.
Eunuch Hai asked doubtfully, "Since I left White Lotus Sect, I have been very cautious and did not dare to show any martial arts. I wonder where the flaw was?"
Zhou Yi replied, "Your unscrupulous grandson is addicted to gambling and stole the jewelry at home to pawn. He didn't know that it was a palace item and fell into Pacification Office's eyes."
At that time, Eunuch Hai had an affair with the former emperor's concubine and gave birth to a son. After the palace coup, they escaped from the palace together. It is not surprising that there are several pieces of palace jewelry at home.
Pacification Office followed the clues and finally found Eunuch Hai from the vast sea of people.
Eunuch Hai prayed. "Take my life, Lord, just to spare the lives of my clan members."
"Our family has always done things by cutting off the roots, but..."
Zhou Yi changed his voice and showed a bright and cruel smile.
"Eunuch Hai hand over the secret technique of generating yang from the yin pole, and our family can let one of your children and grandchildren go. Think carefully about which one you like the most, and let's go underground to reunite with the rest!"