Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 295
At the end of the court meeting, several demon saints left one after another.

As the light on the throne dimmed, soon, only Fu Yutian was left sitting on the supreme seat.

For some reason, he didn't leave, but sat quietly on the throne, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a voice suddenly sounded in the air, not without emotion.

"Did that great virtuous teacher in the past ever think that the majestic Taiping Sect cave heaven and blessed land, the treasure fairy nine room heaven, would actually be reduced to this smoky state?"

The visitor showed his figure with emotion.

The visitor was seen wearing a Pilu hat, inlaid with a cat's eye stone as big as a pigeon egg, and the side shirt was woven from brocade velvet, with peacock feathers embroidered with gold silk on the side.

Just a pair of monk shoes is inlaid with the eight treasures of Buddhism.

Wrinkled face, like an old mother in Lishan; a pair of dim eyes, but like the dragon king of the East China Sea.

It is amazing that he is an eminent monk with successful practice.

And as the old monk appeared on the demon court, Fu Yutian, who was still leaning on the top seat as if dozing off, finally reacted, but flew down from Tianyu respectfully, and said respectfully to the old monk. division.

The two are old acquaintances.

"Master, under the repeated hints of his disciples, the demon master Kun Ming really proposed to send the demon clan disciples to the royal court of the world."

What is even more unexpected is that Fu Yutian was actually a disciple of the old monk with a mysterious background.

Don't dare to slack off in the slightest.

"You have done a good job. I have endured humiliation and burdened you all these years. When I return to Heniuzhou from Buddhism, as the greatest hero, you will definitely have a place in the Bodhisattva status."

The old monk looked at Fu Yutian approvingly.

Now, he has long since faded away from the fog that concealed his identity, and he has transformed into a handsome and magnificent man, without any viciousness and surlyness of the monster race.

No one would have thought that the king of all monsters who caused the demise of the Jing Dynasty and the defeat of the Taoist sect would have cultivated profound and pure Buddhism.

"If there was no help from my master back then, there would be no demon king Fuyu. The little demon's life was saved by my master, so there is no need to worry about small things."

Fu Yutian shook his head, not daring to take credit for it.

After complimenting his disciple a few words, the old monk turned his eyes to the broken nine-jointed stick in the court.

After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"I think back then, when you pushed Emperor Jingwu to exterminate the Buddha and wanted to destroy my Confucianism, how invincible it was at that time, did you ever think that in the past 300 years in Hedong and 300 years in Hexi, the bitter fruit will be swallowed by you in the end? .”

"You taught well. I think I was forced to travel westward from Buddhism. I never dared to forget this humiliation. Now I will repay you twice. Using your Taoist cave as a cage for demons to marinate, isn't it too much?"

Listening to the tone of the old monk, it seems that he has some old grudges with the Taoist leader and great virtuous teacher who sat down thousands of years ago.

Now that the big vendetta is avenged, it's just gloating.

Fuyu looked at the nose with the eyes of the sky, and the nose watched the heart and kept silent about the master's gaffe.

He can be regarded as a personal experience of the past. At that time, He Niuzhou was not as scattered as it is today. Dethrone the great religion.

In the Dajing Dynasty, there were 320 prefectures, [-] prefectures, every mountain and every river were guarded by gods, and even the prefectures and cities had city gods to protect one side, and wandering gods patrolled evil spirits day and night.

Let alone a monster, it is considered lucky not to be captured by a human monk to make alchemy.

At that time, even Buddhism and Taoism had to rely on Emperor Jing's breath to gain some room for survival.

It was not until Emperor Jingwu succeeded to the throne that the situation finally changed.

The Son of Heaven is not allowed to practice the law, but this is a fatuous king who is obsessed with longevity. In order to hold power for thousands of years, he ordered Taoists all over the world to find the fruit of longevity for him.

In the end, someone said that the Taiping sect mastered the secret art of sealing the sky, which can make the emperor in the world fit the way of heaven and live forever.

Emperor Jingwu was moved. He not only regarded the Taiping religion as the state religion, but also appointed the leader of the Taiping religion as a great virtuous teacher.

As a result, Taiping Dao became the leader of Taoism in the world, and spent a long honeymoon period with Emperor Jingwu. During this period, Buddhism was once forced to the point of extinction.

Monks are not allowed to be ordained, and they are not allowed to ask for alms, and one person is not allowed to participate in the imperial examination for the monks and the whole family.

The existence of Buddhism was suddenly squeezed continuously, until it was completely squeezed out of He Niuzhou, and this was Jing Wu's extermination of Buddha.

No wonder this deep hatred is remembered so firmly by the old monk. Even though the Taiping Sect is now a thing of the past, he still does not forget to step on it.

And as Buddhism gradually gained a firm foothold in West Desert, the honeymoon period between Daomen and Emperor Jingwu has almost come to an end.

Emperor Jingwu, who fits He Niuzhou's luck, is immortal, but an immortal emperor is obviously not a good thing for the common people, even Taoists and nobles.

As the ruling time got longer and longer, Emperor Jingwu also became more and more violent and fatuous.

The tax has gradually changed from the original one tax for ten to one tax for two and eight taxes for ten. Not to mention that the corvee has not decreased at all.

What's even more absurd is that, in order to satisfy his insatiable appetite, Emperor Jingwu not only collected taxes from ordinary people, but also paid taxes from honorable officials and even Taoists.

Isn't it the duty of a courtier to dedicate everything to an eternal holy king?

He said so.

In order to make up for the mistakes made in the past, the leader of the Taoist sect at that time, the great virtuous and good teacher had no choice but to practice the secret technique of killing dragons all his life, and use the fruit of his life of practice to kill the heavens.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be happy.

The sky is dead, and the violent and ruthless Emperor Jingwu fits the sky with his body, so he is also dead and can't die anymore, but Huang Tian, ​​who belongs to the Daoist sect, didn't stand up.

Using the eyeliner placed in He Niuzhou, the Kongmen keenly sensed that changes were about to happen, so while the imperial court was at war with the Taoist sect, they secretly assisted the Yaozu to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

At that time, the Buddhist sect could naturally take the opportunity to return to He Niu's hometown, but after experiencing the Jingwu Dynasty, the Buddhist sect was no longer satisfied with being a great foreigner who lived on the breath of the imperial court. Buddha country.

So there was a thousand-year disaster of demons.

As for the Bodhisattva who proposed this plan, he is more willing to be reincarnated in person. If his abacus is realized, Buddhism may welcome a second Buddha Lord who is infinitely close to the Tao.

After laughing, the old monk did not forget to tell his disciples.

"Fuyu, now that the demon clan has joined the ranks, the next step will depend on your ability. The demon clan has never been monolithic. As long as their conflicts are deepened, this fragile alliance will naturally break down by then."

"Hmph, those idiots are still planning to kill each other in the human race. As everyone knows, with the arrogant and violent temper of the monster race, the fight between each other may only be healed by the human race."

"Besides, the more they poison the human race, the more popular I will be when I return from Buddhism, and there will be more Buddha lands in this world."

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name for a long time.

"Good, good."

(End of this chapter)