Chapter 2311: Three Treasures Thunder Sound

Heaven has a sea of thunder, gathering and becoming a blue pupil, called the "Eye of Heaven." The ground has a pool of the nether abyss, shining like a separate world, called the "Eye of the Ground." Heaven and Earth have eyes, but good and evil go unpunished. Heaven and Earth are both blind. Therefore, the state has a system, to promote, punish, store, and deny, substituting for Heaven and examining, acting according to the ground and judging. —《You Sheng Bi Tan》

There is some controversy regarding the last word of this paragraph, whether it is precisely "cut" or "carry." Combining with the preceding text, "examine" should be followed by "cut." However, within 《You Sheng Bi Tan》, there is a theory of "the ground carries bright virtue," so using "carry" here can also be considered acceptable.

The reason why such a simple word is controversial is truly because the "You Sheng" who wrote these casual notes disappeared too suddenly, and "You Sheng" himself is too mysterious. Historical records are not detailed, and traces cannot be found.

So much so that this book, which is the earliest complete narration of the state system and is praised as the "first theory of state system," has many vague and unclear points.

People can probably only know that "You Sheng" was the person who discussed establishing the state system with Jing Tai Zu, Ji Yu Su, in that year. The content collected in 《You Sheng Bi Tan》 is mostly letters written to Ji Yu Su.

The vortex in the middle of the river, which looks like deep eyes, greatly resembles the legendary eye of the nether abyss pool.

Just as it appeared—

"Already sunk!"

Jiang Wang's last shouted sound exploded again.

This time it was not the coaxing and pampering tone used when coaxing Jiang An An, but every word contained power and fierce killing intent! Every single word was sinking, like a descending heavenly lock, pulling down the entire dark river space with not a single glance to spare.

Primal energy exploded with a roar!

Above the Good Sigh River, which was dark and lightless, a thick and heavy piece of dark purple thundercloud suddenly rose up. Within the cloud, there was a faint sound of howling wind, like a fierce ghost roaring. The edges of the cloud twisted, like a snarling evil beast, overlooking everything at the bottom of the river, ready to choose something and devour it at any time.

Boom rumble!

Without any warning, from the midst of that thundercloud, a pillar of lightning suddenly poured down, directly striking the Good Sigh River, striking that vortex which resembled a pupil.

The crimson-purple lightning pillar directly penetrated the vision, splitting waves and dividing ripples, with a posture of overturning heaven and covering the ground, truly like a divine needle probing the sea!

Zizi zizi...

Large areas of thunder light, pulling dancing electric snakes, galloped and turned in the Good Sigh River, bombing this dark and sunless underground river into a sea of thunder with violent electric light shining.

When has this dark river, where the legendary Wind General sighed and departed, ever been so noisy?

Water monsters continuously leaped out of the water, wanting to escape the capture of the thunder light, yet were mercilessly intercepted in the air, electrocuted into charcoal, and finally fell without pain.

Jiang True Man's thunder method was too terrifying. Once unleashed, it almost had the power to exterminate the world.

After the thunder pillar poured down, the ten-thousand-li water domain was already silent and empty.

That vortex eye was also completely bombed away.

The thunder light still self-generated within the water, galloping and flowing, opening up towards beyond ten thousand li, seemingly wanting to occupy the entire Good Sigh River and clear out all the water monsters. All the exploding roars and pursuits converged into one question—

"What kind of evil spirit is lurking? How dare you spy on me!"

In that bottomless deep and quiet place, a hazy voice floated up, having to give Jiang True Man a response: "Jiang True Man! Excellent thunder method! I was only curious about your esteemed name, just taking a distant look at your demeanor, my heart truly had no evil intent... Ten thousand apologies, please do not be angry."

Within the thundercloud, Jiang True Man's voice said: "I also have no evil thoughts, come out and speak!"

That hazy voice was like gradually drifting away in the wind: "Ha ha ha, next time, next time! Certainly next time!"

The thunder light suddenly intensified: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, the behavior of a rat generation! Dare not report your name?"

From the depths of that thundercloud, the end of the lightning pillar, a beam of immortal light, different from the thunder light, suddenly descended.

It was just in the process of this descent, within that immortal light, that a figure with a dragon horn born on his forehead, graceful and extraordinary, transformed.

This figure wore splendid robes, fully displaying an immortal appearance. His facial features were several points nobler than his true body, but his eyes were colder than his true body. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly in a cruel arc, and he reached out and grabbed a formless, colorless long knife, raising it in front and just splitting it down—

Immortal method: See and Hear Severing God!

Boom rumble!

Electric light stretched from a thousand li to ten thousand li, and from ten thousand li onwards towards infinity. Countless electric lights, violently shining in a cluster, intertwined in various places, crazily whipping the Good Sigh River.

This strip of dark river, so deep that its bottom could not be seen, so profound that it could not be measured, and so long that its end was unknown, was like a painful giant python, twisting and struggling under the thunder whip!

And at this moment, all electric lights became eyes, and all electric lights were knife light.

The Immortal Dragon Dharma Image controlled all sight and sound, all eyes saw, all ears heard, all were grasped in hand. And with this seeing and hearing, it attacked and killed everything, wanting to exhaust the water of the Good Sigh River, sever all the evil spirits of the Good Sigh River, and pull out the eyes of that dark spy.

If Jiang Wang were the only person in this Good Sigh River today, he would not be so enraged. But he also brought Jiang An An and Ye Qing Yu, and still dared to be sneaky and spy from the side. He would absolutely not think well of this thief.

He must seek its trace, capture its name, and absolutely eliminate future trouble.

"Cannot provoke!" That hazy voice only emitted such a strange cry, and that voice had a kind of hoarseness of life nearing its end.

With Jiang True Man's sensitivity to sound, he could especially feel that this "voice" had already died.

That is to say, this voice and the existence that emitted the voice had already severed all contact. Only this sound remained, scattered and traceless, nowhere to be found.

It seemed that the Good Sigh River was not its fundamental location. Or rather, the so-called Good Sigh River was just a kind of path.

The Immortal Dragon Dharma Image spread its five fingers wide, dispersing the knife edge, brushed its sleeve, and collected all the thunder light.

This Good Sigh River still held many secrets. Since the dark spy had already escaped, he did not need to rush to completely sweep this river now.

"Power" is sometimes the opponent's weapon, because it will make you ignore many dangers.

Above his head was the stalactite peak hanging upside down like an evil god standing, and below his feet was the long and deep dark river with undisturbed waves. The Immortal Dragon Dharma Image was expressionless, suspended in the air and walking, heading directly towards the distance.

Thunder is Heaven's punishment.

Already a heaven-person, already close to the heavenly dao, already grasping the heavenly dao and letting go, the current Jiang True Man's understanding of thunder far surpassed the past.

Jiang An An's 《Golden Que Cloud Palace Finger Between Correct Command Immortal Thunder Technique》, he only needed to glance at Jiang An An casting the spell to slightly understand its root. Then, after Jiang An An offered it like a treasure and gave him the secret scripture to read, he had already reached the peak after reading it through.

Bitter Awareness Great Master's "Descend Outer Way Vajra Thunder Sound," which he often used, had already reached a realm that even the high monk who initially created this technique had not reached.

Jiang Wang widely collected many Chan law thunder sounds recommended by the Tai Xu Illusion Realm Perform Dao Platform, mixed with his own understanding of the heavenly dao thunder, and conducted an all-directional deduction of this thunder sound technique, making it reach "supreme."

This part only retained some original essence, a thunder sound technique that had already shed its mortal body and exchanged its bones, and should no longer be called "Descend Outer Way Vajra Thunder Sound."

Because even if a true Vajra descended to the world, it would not be as imposing as the current Jiang True Man!

Jiang Wang named it... 《Three Treasures Thunder Sound Correct Law》.

The orthodox of Chan Zong lies in the Three Treasures.

The mountain gate of Three Treasures Mountain is in decline.

Bitter Awareness called them the Three Treasures, saying: Bitter Awareness's knowledge, Bitter Awareness's experience, Bitter Awareness's wisdom.

Jing Li once deeply believed this without doubt.

Later, he no longer thought this way.

The Three Treasures in his heart were "Master, junior brother, and me."

Now only two treasures exist among the Three Treasures.

One strives to ascend to the extreme realm again, one is still diligently seeking answers.

In the Feng Du Ghost Prison, Jing Li, wearing prisoner clothes, sat on the ground with his back to the fence. The materials around him were piled very high, surrounding him like walls.

He was a little thin.

With the physique of a world-class True Man, he should already be truly incorruptible, and according to reason, it should be impossible for him to be thin.

But his temperament was indeed not as round as before, without that kind of silly happy feeling.

His shoulders drooped, his head hung down, and his fingers diligently pinched the book pages, turning them page by page, very seriously.

He wasn't even this serious when reading Buddhist scriptures—not that he didn't love to study, he was listening to his master's words. He was born with the ability to understand scriptures, and his master said that there was no need to read other what he called "rotten scriptures," as there was no reason to confuse the true Buddha.

That year, his master uncle Bitter Di gave him a hidden scripture book and told him to study it well. As a result, his master blocked the door and jumped up and down scolding for a whole month. After that, no one advised him to read scriptures.

Master...

Jing Li often thought of his master.

Separated by an aisle from Jing Li the monk's neighbor, he also faced away from the fence, but he was leaning back, in a very relaxed posture.

He also wore the prisoner clothes with a noble aura, sitting like a crouching tiger, leaning like a true dragon. But as soon as he opened his mouth and started nagging, that kind of noble aura vanished without a trace: "Wei Xuan Che won the gamble. The great prosperity of the martial dao happened during his administration. Just this one thing, his achievements have surpassed all previous Wei lords. He and Wu Xun have laid a very solid foundation, and the rise of the Wei country is already unstoppable."

What rise or not rise, great prosperity or not great prosperity, Jing Li didn't care about these things.

He was even less familiar with the Wei country.

He was only diligently searching for familiar names among the materials Xiong Zi Du helped him find.

It was very strange, the master described by others and the master in his heart were actually like two completely different people. He felt both familiar and strange, intimate and fearful.

Xiong Zi Du continued: "Wei Xuan Che has endured and endured these past few years, and Wu Xun has also been eager to try for a long time, wanting to test the army's edge. The Wei Martial Troop is certainly a strong army, but to what extent is still unknown. If the Wei country wants to ride the momentum and soar, it must definitely find a way to prove itself and raise its flag. The old ways won't work. The Chu country is undergoing reform and cannot spare its hands, this is something everyone sees—just see what action the Jing country takes. Hey hey! The overlord of the southern domain is busy defending himself, and let's see if the great central Jing can still spread its military power across the world. And let's see if Wei Xuan Che has the ambition to shoulder the wild ambition."

He spoke alone for a while, then twisted his head: "Hey! All the information that could be found for you has been found. What bitter nature, Bitter Awareness, bitter fate, a bunch of people who just make you uncomfortable when you hear them—what have you seen?"

Jing Li did not speak.

He had seen some things, but he didn't want to tell anyone.

Xiong Zi Du said: "Initially, Bitter Awareness came to the southern domain to escape. There is no Buddhist trace in the history of Luo Mountain, at least in the several thousand years of history from the Zuo family entering Luo Mountain until now, it has no connection with the Buddhist sects whatsoever. Why did Zuo Guang Lie save him? And why did he affirm that Zuo Guang Lie was the Buddha's child and must inherit the robe and bowl?"

Jing Li didn't make a sound, continuing to flip through the materials. He discovered that his master had been to many places in his life. Although he didn't leave much fame in the world, he had fought with many people.

He seemed to be his master's master, gazing at his master's growth in the same way his master gazed at himself.

"Ai, wait until I go out, I might not say so many words." Xiong Zi Du continued: "The Son of Heaven must not show joy or anger on his face, making people unable to guess his thoughts. Moreover, his words must be like golden words and jade phrases, each word must have weight, and he cannot say useless words. Ha! I don't really look like an emperor, do I?"

He then said: "But what kind of person is a great emperor, and who can define that?"

Sometimes he was very spirited, but sometimes he was truly nagging.

Once a person is associated with "nagging," it's very difficult to be majestic enough.

"Jing Li! Jing Li! Jing Li of Three Treasures Mountain! Say something, how do you see it?" Xiong Zi Du shouted: "Am I a good emperor?"

Jing Li mumbled for a long while, lifting his head from the pile of materials: "Your dad is still here."

"Future good emperor!" Xiong Zi Du emphasized: "Future great emperor!"

"Oh." Jing Li said.

He felt that he really didn't look like one. Not as good as junior brother!

When junior brother wore marquess clothes, he was extremely imposing. It was a pity that he had never seen junior brother wear a kasaya, otherwise he would look like a Buddha ancestor.

Xiong Zi Du asked again: "Do you know what Equal Country is doing on Corner Wu Mountain?"

Before Jing Li could speak, or rather, Jing Li didn't plan to answer in the first place, he said again: "We formed a cooperation through you."

"Ah?" Jing Li didn't understand.

Through whom? How was it formed?

He still didn't know anything.

"Little Holy Monk, I just like your profound and mysterious appearance, not fond of speaking." Xiong Zi Du said: "I have decided to appoint you as the National Teacher. When I ascend the throne, you will immediately take office."

They had indeed reached a mutually beneficial cooperation. The materials related to his master that he was looking at now were all thanks to Xiong Zi Du's help.

Jing Li had never considered becoming an official. After thinking about it, he asked: "What can a National Teacher do?"

Xiong Zi Du highlighted the key points: "You can beat whoever you want to beat, and scold whoever you want to scold. No one can beat you or scold you."

Jing Li said: "I can also beat whoever I want to beat and scold whoever I want to scold now. If anyone hits or scolds me, I'll just make them cry."

Xiong Zi Du said: "You'll be the National Teacher of Great Chu. You can beat those you couldn't beat before, and scold those you couldn't scold before. They can only endure it."

Jing Li was stunned for a moment, his heart already moved! But his master had said that stuffed buns were traps, and after going down the mountain, everything had to be careful. He cautiously asked: "What does a National Teacher need to do then?"

"Keep me company, listen to me speak, just like now." Xiong Zi Du said: "At the same time, you cannot tell others my words. You need to maintain the face of the emperor and the face of the country."

Jing Li said: "I don't know anyone else. I also don't like talking to others."

"See, we've reached an agreement again." Xiong Zi Du praised: "We are truly a perfect match as monarch and minister! Our names will be renowned for ten thousand ages!"

"Oh." Jing Li was a little muddled.

Xiong Zi Du said again: "I plan to entrust the miscellaneous matters on Fallen Immortal Forest's side to you. As the National Teacher of Great Chu, you can occasionally inspect the environment of Fallen Immortal Forest and regularly report to me. A Heavenly Public City has been newly built there, which belongs to their Equal Country. You can have good exchanges with them. In the meantime, you can also conveniently help me carry some things. What do you think?"

It didn't sound very complicated. Jing Li said: "Okay!"

Xiong Zi Du said again: "But to be the National Teacher of Great Chu, your background must be clean. You cannot use the identity of Equal Country or Suspended Temple anymore."

"I don't have any other identities," Jing Li lifted his head.

"I will arrange one for you," Xiong Zi Du said: "You can take another name! What do you want to be called?"

Jing Li thought hard for a while, and finally, he didn't know how, he sighed: "Whatever."