Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 770 - 599 Emperor’s Style + - 600 Mirror Flowers and Water Moon_2

Chapter 770: Chapter 599 Emperor’s Style + Chapter 600 Mirror Flowers and Water Moon_2

"It’s still there, just invisible to your eyes."

Zhou Ping’an burned a hundred strands of Wish Silk Thread, his spirit soaring to an unparalleled height, his eyes turning a pale golden hue as he gazed into the city from afar.

He saw that in the midst of the city, within the void, there was a subtle distortion in the air, like the wavy patterns of heat rising from the scorching ground on a hot summer day.

"All forms are illusions. To see that all forms are not forms is to see the Tathagata"

A verse once widely circulated in modern society flitted through Zhou Ping’an’s mind.

He roughly guessed what was going on.

This world, despite its different myths and legends, essentially couldn’t escape its deep ties with the Three Religions.

As the saying goes, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can manifest in thousands of forms, infinite incarnations, pervading three thousand worlds in a single thought, omnipresent.

Their Taoist doctrines have been passed down here, which is only natural.

There’s no need to delve into which lineage or who exactly passed it down.

But no matter who it is that passed down these doctrines, their core teachings aren’t much different.

It’s enough to guess along these lines.

"Last time, when you entered the city, your minds were likely influenced, your Spiritual wisdom clouded, sinking into the mire without knowing it."

Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Luckily, you led the troops out quickly, otherwise, there was a real danger of the entire army being wiped out."

Not by force, but by subtlety.

With the influence gentle as a spring breeze and rain, Qin Hao and the thousand-odd Cavalry Soldier were nearly all ensnared; a move hidden in plain sight, extreme in its brilliance.

"Enter the city, usual protocol, first break their beliefs..."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled, instructing: "Second brother personally lead the troops, seal the four city gates, control the city’s granaries, gather all the grain within the city, and oversee unified distribution. For the specifics on grain distribution, follow my orders."

"Yes, sir."

"Master, Elder, I ask the two of you to assist the Tang Family siblings in leading the team to re-measure the land, record the population in each household... How to distribute the land? Act upon orders."

"Ping’an, rest assured, as your master, I will keep a close watch on this matter, not letting anyone act out of self-interest," Su Lianxue said cheerfully.

She didn’t forget to cast a glance at two Scholars not far from her.

They were Tang Fangjie and Tang Fangyong from the Tang Family.

Both were scholars of ample learning.

Though they had not served in official positions, they were proficient in governance and strategy.

These were talents personally recommended by Tang Wan.

Counted as one’s own people.

However, in Su Lianxue’s eyes, this was not the case.

She believed that the people of the Tang Family were outsiders; now that Tang Wan had married in, she was competing with her dear disciple Lin Huaiyu for position. Su Lianxue was very clear about where her loyalties lay, inside and out.

On the other hand, Gu Qingqiu, smiling, readily agreed.

He showed no sentiment of targeting the Tang Family.

Having served as the Law Enforcement Elder of the Cloud Water Sect for so long, he had already grasped Zhou Ping’an’s intention.

Assigning different people to work together was not necessarily about guarding against something.

From the start, maintaining a balance of human resources was to eliminate all potential threats at their inception.

Although he had not yet taken over a state’s territory, Zhou Ping’an was already subconsciously and innately applying this art of balance, truly possessing the Emperor’s style.

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Chapter 600 Mirror Flowers and Water Moon

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Only three days passed.

Under the presence of fifty thousand armed soldiers and numerous True Martial Masters, they quelled wave after wave of assassination attempts.

Finally, the air of hatred and fervor within the city was completely suppressed.

A turning point arrived in the situation.

Firstly, dozens of beggar Refugees, skin and bones, stumblingly followed the soldiers to the front of Puji Temple, cursing buddhist monks, spitting on and urinating at the small Buddha Statue before the temple entrance...

And with colorful language, they utterly insulted the supreme being of Fantian.

Soon, these people donned new clothing, ate fine grains and cooked meats, and were also allotted houses and farmland...

Even the most robust fortress is often easier to break from the inside.

If everyone shared a common hatred and preferred death over submission, naturally nobody could do anything to them.

After all, Zhou Ping’an had already figured it out these past few days.

The entirety of the city’s population bizarrely believed that after death they would go to Spiritual Mountain, and that in the next life they would reincarnate into wealthy families, enjoying untold splendor.

This clearly illusionary pie-in-the-sky story was accepted without doubt, as if everyone was mesmerized, unquestioning.

It’s not that no one tried to make them see reality.

The Ping’an Army deployed numerous "Meat megaphones" to awaken these people... whether through reason or presenting facts, all were useless. Instead, those soldiers entering the city began to show signs of believing in this "pie-in-the-sky" delusion.

Therefore, Zhou Ping’an had to take drastic measures.

If everyone became frenzied, refusing to awaken, then they would be starved.

Control the grain, control the land, tackle their morale from the angle of self-interest, dissolve their resilience from a human nature perspective.

The reason for taking this step was because Zhou Ping’an discovered an invisible Domain Field enveloping the whole city.

And the greatest supporting force of this field was the Faith Power of hundreds of thousands of civilians.

This fanatical belief in Fantian seemed to be artificially created.

"So, the Golden Buddha Statue that disappeared is the prime culprit, the civilians’ Faith Power is the root... Start with the root to break this bizarre Domain Field power, otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to withdraw from this city."

Thinking of the reminder Tang Wan once gave him.