Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Chang'an Forbidden City, Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Fu Zongshu stood vigorously in front of the officials who were ministers of the same dynasty in the past, and he was only one step away from sitting on the ninety-five supreme seat.

One step away, painstaking efforts, finally... finally...

The unprecedented joy made him want to take this step.

"Fu Zongshu, dare you!"

There was a sudden shout from below, and Fu Zongshu looked over in dismay.

"Zhuge Pifu, you still want to stop me now?"

At the end of the field of vision, Zhuge Zhengwo stood upright with his head held high, awe-inspiring.

"Fu Zongshu, you are going against the law, and the world will not tolerate it. Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will return to the court and severely punish you and other unrighteous parties?"

Fu Zongshu sneered coldly, contrary to the villain's habit of talking too much, Shi Shiran said: "In this case, I don't think you will be able to see Zhuge Shenhou!"

The other party was obedient, and quickly went down and bound Zhuge Zhengwo aside.

For the first time, Fu Zongshu stood in front of the highest throne of the Golden Luan Hall and looked down at all living beings. A majestic grandeur filled his chest, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, the dust has settled, who else can stop me?"

"Oh? What do you think of me?"

Fu Zongshu was short of breath, his laughter stopped in shock, and he suddenly turned his head to look.

With a dragon robe and crown, and an extraordinary appearance, who else could it be if it wasn't Daqing Emperor Zhu Yujun?

"You! Didn't you escape?"

Zhu Yujun said in disbelief, "It turns out that the moment I left the palace, I was treated as a runaway?"

Behind him, Zhui Ming stood upright, but his body was dusty, his eyes were sharp, and he was always on guard against someone violently injuring the person in front of him.

Seeing him coming back in time, Zhugezheng let go of his breath, followed Zhu Yujun and asked sharply: "Now that His Majesty is back, Fu Zongshu, what else do you have to say?"

Zhu Yujun flicked his sleeves coldly, "Rebellious ministers and thieves, everyone gets to punish them!"

The people who had seen that Fu Zongshu was determined to stand on his side suddenly turned green, and all stared at Fu Zongshu resentfully.

Fu Zongshu laughed three times, and didn't take it for granted.

"I really didn't expect you to come back, Your Majesty, but even if you did, it would be too late! I would like to thank you for coming all the way back, so that I would not have to send someone to 'invite' you back to the court after I ascended the throne." !"

Zhu Yujun was furious, and said with a sneer: "Return to the court? Do you want me to be a prisoner or to be executed in secret? What a Fu Xiang, what a Fu Zongshu! I trust you so much in vain!"

Emperor Daqing's sharp eyes swept across the gangsters who were making trouble for Fu Zongshu.

In this era, the status of the emperor is special to any courtier. Unless there is someone like Fu Zongshu who has the heart of a chaotic courtier and is determined to act, it will be like this now. Wherever Zhu Yujun's eyes go, everyone will avoid it. Such as 浼.

"Okay! Okay!" Zhu Yujun was so angry that he laughed instead: "You guys are really good!"

"Win the king and lose the bandits," Fu Zongshu said triumphantly, "Your Majesty, please watch the minister ascend the throne with his own eyes!"

Zhu Yujun smiled and said, "Do you think you are qualified to sit on it?"

Fu Zongshu frowned, maybe Zhu Yujun was too calm, even though he was angry, he didn't mess up his position, which made Fu Zongshu uneasy.

Fu Zongshu stared at Zhu Yujun uncertainly, and every one of the other's performances seemed to have ulterior motives.

"Master Xiangguo?"

The people next to him who hadn't seen his movements for a long time couldn't help calling his name in a low voice.

Fu Zongshu calmed down, rolled up his sleeves and said coldly: "The plot of the villain is unbearable."

"Huh," Zhu Yujun raised her head high, and said coldly with contempt: "Without the heart to rule the world, how can you have the courage to control thousands of rivers and mountains. Fu Zongshu, if you ascend to the throne today, you will only be outstanding for a while. Here I am, Daqing is here! One day, there will be an endless stream of capable ministers and strangers, and you will be punished sooner or later if you are not upright...but..."

As soon as the subject changed, Zhu Juejun smiled and said, "You can't see that day!"

Fu Zongshu's face was livid, his sleeves were trembling all the time, and he really wanted to throw it out, ordering the execution of the complacent Emperor Daqing below, but he was worthy of being the scheming Fu Xiang, the Fu Zongshu who had been feared by Zhuge Shenhou for many years!

"Okay! The little Zhu family is so bold, I will judge you in court today!"

Having said that, Fu Zongshu, who was embarrassed by his old enemy's words, still uttered harsh words angrily.

After taking two steps, Fu Zongshu sat down towards the throne. He wanted to embarrass them on the spot. He never thought that a group of people ran out from the end of the field of vision and appeared crowded outside the hall. They were all unfamiliar faces. They were definitely not sent by him to lead the middle palace. Golden Army personnel.

There was a commotion when the people and horses saw the situation inside the hall, but they quickly calmed down, and a person came out of it.

The familiar face was Wei Ziyun, the number one master in the world who was familiar to people in the world at the top of the Forbidden City!

"It's you!" Fu Zongshu yelled.

Zhu Yujun walked out triumphantly, holding his hands behind his back. The scene of the crowd behind him brought unusual fear and joy to the people in the hall.

Wei Ziyun's face was orthodox, just like the traditional handsome man's appearance, but after years of ravages, wrinkles and beard covered eight parts of his handsome face, and only two parts of his handsome face became extraordinarily majestic because of his unsmiling expression at this time.

"Wei Chen's rescue is late, please forgive me!"

After finishing speaking, the strong and tall body knelt down in front of Zhu Yujun, and the faces of Fu Xiang's party members who were swept by his eyes were ashamed. No one expected that it would turn into such a development.

Zhu Yujun was short and supported: "Ziyun came in time, so is there any forgiveness?"

Wei Ziyun stood up, and his cold eyes fell on Fu Zongshu in front of the throne.

Fu Zongshu's face turned blue and white, and he suddenly shouted: "Impossible! How could you appear here, Yuchizi... yes! God Lord Jiuyou, God Lord Jiuyou!"

Realizing that his years of planning were about to fall short, Fu Zongshu couldn't help showing a state of madness.

Fu Xiangguo, who has always enjoyed a high reputation among literati, is in disarray, his words and deeds are crazy, his eyes are cloudy, but there is still a glimmer of hope to barely maintain clarity inside.

Zhu Yujun snorted coldly, and simply gave the order to knock him down to hell.

"Tell our Xiang Fu well what happened to that fish pond!"

Wei Ziyun took the order, and said in a deep and cold voice: "According to your Majesty's order, Fu Zongshu's subordinates pretended to be seriously injured and sent you to Yuchizi. Because your Majesty had already prepared to leave detoxification items for you, so when the God of Jiuyou controlled Wei At the time of the minister, Weichen took the antidote and severely injured the Jiuyou Shenjun in one fell swoop."

Zhu Yujun narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and his eyes shifted to Zhuge Zhengwo.

Zhuge Shenhou proudly added: "My two disciples, Wu Qing and Tie Shou Ying have already gone to destroy the Demon Cave Fish Pond that controls many martial arts figures. Commander Wei is leading the effort. I believe there will be news soon."

"Very good." Zhu Yujun said in a deep voice, and now it was his turn to say to Fu Zongshu vigorously: "Fu Xiang, do you have anything else to say?"

Fu Zongshu muttered something indistinctly, and suddenly burst out: "This is impossible! I am fully prepared, Zhuge Zheng, I, and you have no chance to intervene, so how could a team of horses appear out of nowhere?"

Zhu Yujun sighed softly: "Fu Xiang, you are old too," then he raised his head, showing a handsome face at the right age, "Since you hit me on the bottom of my butt, why did you ignore me? "

Fu Zongshu: "...You! You! Pfft!" He vomited out a mouthful of blood, how unwilling he lost!

Next, Fu Zongshu, who was well-known in the government and the public, paid the price of the entire family being punished and the exile of the nine clans, and deeply realized that youth is not a baby, but real capital.

After one thing was settled, after dealing with the fate of Fu Xiang's party members and settling down the courtiers who were frightened today, before Zhu Yujun could go to rest, his wife and mother had already sent a message, saying that they didn't want to see him in the next month. harem.

Didn't he just run away and leave his wife and children behind?

I am also thinking about the overall situation, as for treating myself like this!

Zhu Yujun slandered secretly, but she really didn't dare to rest her fist in the harem. You must know that a woman's fist is a pink fist when she thinks of you in her heart, and when she is angry in her heart, tsk tsk, don't explain it, after all, let the harem Speaking of the three thousand emperors, not to mention the loss of masculinity, it will destroy the dreams of many men.

Rubbing the center of his eyebrows tiredly, the emperor looked at the few people kneeling below.

"Get up."

"Yes!"

These people are martial arts people who usually secretly protect him by his side. Like Wei Ziyun, he was also well-known in the world before working for the royal family.

But joining the royal family means doing things for the emperor. Regardless of whether Zhu Yujun left on purpose this time, if they lost the emperor, it would be a death penalty of dereliction of duty and beheading.

Zhu Yujun thought that the main reason was for her own sake, and she just asked them to kneel and do what they should do. The problem now is...the eyes are floating, but they don't drift to Zhuge Shenhou and the following people who are sitting upright. disciples.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't think of meritorious ministers, so I gave you a seat.

Hey, that's not right, if it is Zhuge Shenhou who is standing, I am afraid that his aura will be even more terrifying!

Zhu Yujun's eyes wandered, Zhuge Zheng, I was the one who taught him when I was a child, how could I not see that he felt guilty?

With a low cough, Zhuge straightened me and said, "Your Majesty!"

Zhu Yujun's eyes were fixed, and he assumed the attitude of a wise gentleman who listens to politics well.

"What did the Lord Zhuge say?"

Zhuge Zhengwo was choked by this attitude, paused, and said: "I wonder if His Majesty will gain a lot from leaving Beijing for so many days?"

……No…………

Zhu Yujun immediately became more vain, cleared her throat, and straightened her expression.

"A lot of things have happened these days since I'm not in Chang'an. I don't want to talk about what some people did, but today the courtiers in the palace are all Daqing's humerus. Please help me deal with government affairs in the days to come. .My Daqing country is not my country alone. Since the Tai/Zu conquered the world, there have been 17 generations of the rulers of the Zhu family who have defended the country. I am the No.[-] generation. It’s the end of the day, and if I don’t do well... Heh, I’m afraid that future generations will refer to me like this.”

"Please fast, Your Majesty!" Zhuge Zhengwo stood up suddenly, regardless of what he thought, but he must not say these words!

But Zhu Yujun said it, and he said it as an emperor.

"Zhuge Aiqing doesn't need to be like this," Zhu Yujun said calmly, "I didn't say this with ulterior motives... well, I shouldn't have said that."

Zhuge Zhengwo frowned: "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Yujun shook her head, stood up, and walked down step by step.

"Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs? If there is no skin, how will the hair be attached!" Looking aggressively at everyone in the hall, Zhu Yujun said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang once calculated the fate of the country for me before he was released. There are three catastrophes and nine difficulties. In order to find a way out, I had to escape from the palace in panic. Only in this way can I suppress the disaster of the Fu Party. But now that Master Zhang is not here, I don’t know who to turn to for the rest of the catastrophe. Therefore, I will All the meritorious ministers are gathered here, in order to let this Daqing country last for thousands of years!"

"Your servant, you are honored!"

For a moment, no matter how much dissatisfaction they had with Zhu Yujun before, at this moment, they all bowed down, full of excitement.

Zhu Yujun saw this scene in his eyes, and thought to himself: Daqing is still very popular, and those thieves who want to plan my world will definitely be unable to turn over under the general trend!

The little emperor survived another catastrophe, but the situation was not as optimistic as he thought.

"The so-called catastrophe, there is catastrophe first, and then there is disaster. Right now, there is no second Daoist Zhang who sacrifices his life against the sky."

The great monk in the White Horse Temple murmured to himself that he looked quite old, but he was of the same generation as Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain.

But compared with Zhang Zhenren, who was so famous that he was invited down by the three emperors and treated him as a national teacher, the great monk of Baima Temple is undoubtedly more obscure.

Taoism pays attention to detachment, and Buddhism talks about cause and effect. Therefore, the great monk solves the suffering of all living beings, but he will not serve only one person, even if that person is the emperor, commanding countless Li people.

But today, for the sake of the common people in this world, the great monk has no choice but to reveal the secret.

"Amitabha, the meritorious Buddha saves the suffering and saves the suffering, can you actually see the future catastrophe for the common people?"

Sitting opposite him was a handsome monk with a blue ring scar on his head and a little fluff on his face. He was about to reach the age of wearing a crown, but he was wearing coarse linen clothes and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. It looks like a wandering monk that can be seen everywhere.

But the great monk's name for him is not common at all. There are tens of thousands of monks in the Buddhist school, and there are many monks.

What's more, this person is still a meritorious Buddha.

Merit has been based on it since ancient times. According to legend, when the chaos of the world was created, the Great God Pan Gu just gained the merit and released the Three Thousand Ways, and only then did he say that the three religions were originally one family.

Being able to be called a virtuous Buddha at a young age reminds one of a certain virtuous monk in the Tang Dynasty.

"Monk Sanzang."

The great monk clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name silently, recalled his excitement when he first saw through the identity of this person, and then became dissatisfied with his few words, but finally realized the silence in front of the Lighting Buddha.

Monk Sanzang is worthy of the Great Master, and the wisdom of the Buddha is extraordinary.

But what the great monk values ​​is not this, because what can save the world now is not wisdom, not Buddhism, but the true Buddha!

The lower realm of the true Buddha must have its predestined relationship, and this is what the great monk is looking forward to.

The great monk said: "There will be a great meritorious deed next time, meritorious Buddha, do you want to turn a blind eye?"

The man he called the virtuous Buddha silently twirled the beads, and he didn't speak or smile freely in front of the big disciple at all, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of compassion.

With a slight sigh, the meaning of compassion was beyond words, and the meritorious Buddha said: "Do you feel that the world is suffering?"

The great monk had a bitter expression, and lamented in his eyes: "Bitter! Scattered and chaotic, full of three tastes!"

Gongde Buddha said again: "Do you feel that ordinary people are suffering?"

The great monk's expression was so bitter that it seemed as if he was about to drip bitter water, and he said bitterly: "Bitter! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. My Buddha is merciful, but he is powerless to save sentient beings!"

The meritorious Buddha sighed lightly, and initiated the last Buddhist gatha.

"Who do you think is not suffering?"

The great monk was shocked and burst into tears.

Gongde Buddha poured tea for him with a sigh.

The great monk was shaking from crying, choking his throat.

"My Buddha, there are endless sufferings in the world, and we should try our best to overcome them, but the world is so big, and the disasters are endless, I used to suffer with my own body to redeem all living beings!"

Gongde Buddha said: "This is not your fault."

The great monk shook his head slowly: "My fault, the fault is that I can only turn to my Buddha for help when a disaster occurs. What I see with my eyes is not completely peaceful, but I am indulging in peace, obsessed with Buddhist principles, and forget all the injustices until the crisis is approaching. Fang realizes his own powerlessness!"

Gongde Buddha's expression remained unchanged: "Zen Dharma is Dharma, Zen meditation is Zen. When sitting in meditation, the ears are deafening, the five defilements are quiet and empty, and the Dharma is boundless."

The mournful expression of the Great Monk gradually became peaceful in the unhurried voice of the Buddha.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Amitabha!"

The four-character verse contains great wisdom and great compassion.

Waiting for his heart to settle down, the great monk wiped away his tears, and Fang said in a hoarse voice, "The disciple has lost his composure."

Gongde Buddha shook his head: "Human nature, the Buddha said, since people are alive, they must be disturbed by the five pollutions, so the five poisons are born inside, and the poisons overflow from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, so there is a sea of ​​suffering everywhere in the world, and it is impossible to cross it everywhere. do."

Great Monk: "My disciples don't understand this, but they are unremitting in seeking solutions."

"In this case," the meritorious Buddha muttered, "I will go through it once."

The great monk showed joy, but he still couldn't help but said with guilt: "I'm sorry, it's because the disciple is incompetent."

"No, it's just that the fate has arrived," the meritorious Buddha smiled lightly, the bright moon was in the sky, it was clearly an unattractive appearance, but it seemed to have the splendor of a frosty moon.

Stepping out of the White Horse Temple, the only person who came to see him off was the great monk. The Buddha of Merit didn't take it seriously. He came here as a wandering monk to place an order, and not many people knew him.

The great monk said sadly: "After this trip, there will be no day of seeing each other again. I just hope that when I sit down, I can still worship my Buddha."

Gongde Buddha smiled freely, took the package he handed over, and said heartily: "My Buddha is merciful." He will surely save all sentient beings and overcome all sufferings.

The pain of parting from not seeing is naturally included.

With gentle steps, he headed straight to the south. If he had the sky-like vision, it was not difficult to see that the path that Gongde Buddha walked was not bad, as if he knew exactly where Ji Xianjun was.

Ji Xianjun, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly opened his closed eyes.

Since he is staying in Baihualou, he is certainly not the only one in the building.

Because of Zhu Yujun's departure, Lu Xiaofeng was also entrusted with a special task by the other party, so he had to touch his nose, thinking that he was unlucky and set off from Wanmei Villa early, so he didn't have to watch the excitement of Ximen Chuuxue.

Among the remaining people, Lu Xiaofeng left, and Huamanlou would not force himself to stay. After driving around, he returned to Baihualou and unexpectedly found a visitor.

Guest: Ji Xianjun, plus a pot of orchids.

Huamanlou never rejects people who are really in need, so naturally she treats them with pleasure.

In the next few days, Ji Xianjun learned the art of serving flowers and plants from Huamanlou, and served the pot of Clivia comfortably.

Huamanlou himself was taking care of his pot of peonies.

In the beginning, Peony was placed in a separate room by Huamanlou to prevent Huajing from suddenly changing into a human form one day and scaring others.

However, there may be a strange connection between the Creator and the Creator. Mingming Ji Xianjun threw this potted flower to Chu Liuxiang and the others. Walking forward, the peony flower essence, feeling the breath of the creator, has jumped out and ran towards Ji Xianjun.

Hua ManLou almost stopped him, and the identity of Peony Flower Essence had been exposed without a doubt.

To this, Ji Xianjun reacted very naturally, and even asked the prince Changqin in his arms to say hello.

Needless to say, the simple-minded flower essence naturally moved around Clivia. This was the first time she met her kindred, and she happily wanted to share the soil in her pot with him.

Prince Changqin endured the enthusiasm of the peony flower essence for a day, and of course expressed his feelings to Ji Xianjun at night.

"If the peony flower is not mistaken, is it similar to my current state?"

Ji Xianjun didn't think it was something to hide, so she responded, "She was originally a human being, but I collected her soul and put it into the peony. state, so I immediately gave up this idea, and instead used the method of sending your soul to save your soul. It may be that the soul of the thousand years made you more adaptable to this method, so I don't need to scatter your souls around the world Put it back together...but you turned into a bunch of flowers, and it would be a lie to say that it was unexpected."

Does anyone else remember the gang of female ghosts at Lanruo Temple?

Except for Nie Xiaoqian and a few good friends who decided to stay and rebuild the ancient temple, the remaining female ghosts followed Hong Rao and decided not to turn back.

At that time, Ji Xianjun, who seemed to be watching coldly, after confirming their will, turned around and arrested Hong Rao's group of female ghosts one by one to experiment.

Don't say his methods are cruel, it can only be said that Hong Rao and the others deserve this kind of disaster.

Anyway, without him, there would be other monsters taking them under their seats and doing harm to others, so it's better to let yourself use it as a waste.

However, Ji Xianjun is really evil, if he intends to behave in the world, he can make people say that he can't make a mistake every minute, if he doesn't, he can immediately overturn the previous impression, like a perverted monster.

Look at the people he associates with, Yuan Suiyun, Gongsun Lan, and Prince Changqin, most of them are complicated, and outsiders can say that they are boasting.On the other hand, pillars of righteousness such as Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng are inexplicably fond of him, and inexplicably wary of him.

It can be seen from this that if Ji Xianjun is right, he is actually evil.

To put it simply, it is a biased eye. If you think it is good, if there is a problem, it will be smoothed out and become no problem.

This temperament is placed on ordinary people, it is called double standards, and it is very easy to be spurned by some people who stand on the high ground of morality, but when it falls on him, forgive me for not thinking of words to describe the state of the victim.

Casting aside the Lord of the Beginning Realm, do you want to live or do you want to live?

Maybe after death, you will go to the god of death to suffer and suffer, and you will not be free for thousands of years.

In the final analysis, power, money and ability, self-willed!Leave me alone?

The long hair of the man who took off the luxurious clothes and the jade ring was scattered on the snow-white obscene clothes. No one could see that there was actually a tyrant's soul hidden in this man.

Tens of thousands of years of restraint have shaped his methods as a wise king, but in his personality, there is still a true temperament under the destiny.

How good would it be to be a king who can be ruled by one general so that the people can't live without food, and his name stays in the mirror of heaven?

Moreover, he never concealed his willful and paranoid side.

In particular, Daqing is not his realm of worshiping the heavens. Are you kidding people who expect him to restrain himself when traveling and relaxing?

Prince Changqin didn't know that the person who was poking his own leaf was thinking of many terrifying things, he just fell into a visual feast to some extent with the vision of a flower.

Although it's not a hobby, but the living environment in the past has unconsciously cultivated Ji Xianjun into a luxuriously dressed young man.

At this time, when all the beautiful things are gone, there is a kind of demeanor of a master who washes away the lead and presents a plain posture.

The eyes of the phoenix are bright, and the small bridge flows over the eyebrows.

The ink hair hangs loosely on the waves, and the white clothes enter the prime minister.

The simpler it is, the more it highlights your identity and temperament.

Prince Changqin slowed down, came back to his senses, and said in a complicated tone: "You... How much preparation have you made for me?"

"Ha, then I'm not sure," Ji Xianjun leaned on the couch that was only a palm high from the ground, the decoration specially imitating the Wei and Jin Dynasties was especially suitable for this flirtatious man who couldn't get rid of his clothes, and touched an orchid with his fingertips. "I have tried my best to welcome you..."

"Why?" Prince Changqin murmured to himself, which was also his biggest doubt all the time, "Why do you have to go to all lengths for me, a man in a dream?" His weak tone became more and more firm as he spoke, and finally even Jin Shi The sound is loud and powerful.

Ji Xianjun seemed to be thinking about this question too, and after half-baking, he said with a smile: "What's the matter." His fingers unintentionally teased the graceful leaves of the orchid, "I want you, that's all." After living for so many years, he The first thing to learn is not to be too attached to other things.

Prince Changqin's breathing was stagnant, and half a day later, he was tired of being teased by Ji Xianjun, and the orchid flower and leaf suddenly closed tightly, no matter how Ji Xianjun called it, it would not open.

In ancient times, Feng Lai Qinling was born with the qin, pretending to be affectionate, but was told by his father that deep love would never last, and wisdom would be hurt.

The body of the guqin seems to be born with passion, leaving the mountains and mountains, singing dragons in the sea, and crossing the soul for thousands of years under the ancient agreement.

Ouyang Shaogong said that the theory of crossing the soul cannot be stopped for a moment, if it cannot be moved, it will never be moved.

In the embarrassment of breaking nails, grinding knees, not to mention maintaining the posture of a fairy, and even being a human being, the soul slowly merges into the severe pain of the body. Compared with it, the peaceful sleep of death is so sweet.

But the half-soul of the immortal is unwilling, but as for why he is unwilling...he doesn't know.

Prince Changqin's memory has not been completely collected, after all, the millennium time has been spent every minute, which is no different from that of human beings.

So he didn't touch many memories and many emotions, but the emotions that arose in his heart at this moment could instantly soothe the resentment born from Ouyang Shaogong's half of the soul, which was enough to pollute the purity of an immortal.

This kind of emotion is the same as the former one, Prince Changqin is at a loss, he just feels that since he became an orchid, the mood that has been restless is wrapped in a soft quilt, and he can sleep soundly without fear of not being able to wake up again.

What is such a warm feeling?

Why can't I describe it with my own literary talent.

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