Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

"In the past, the two saints of the West tried their best to win him over, promising him the position of the leader of the Western religion for an entire era, and promising him to carry the endless and magnificent fortune of Buddhism."

Zhen Yuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze seemed to penetrate endless time and space, thinking of the time when the gods were conferred, and said: "It's a pity that under the arrangement of the Supreme, Tathagata suddenly appeared and disrupted everything."

"He had no choice but to retreat behind the scenes. You can imagine how unwilling he felt."

"But he must be more eager than anyone else to return and take charge of Buddhism again, and once again carry the great fortune of Buddhism."

Zhen Yuanzi's tone was firm, with some insight into people's hearts.

Perhaps, this is also because he understands Ran Deng, this old rival of his.

It can be said that the goal justifies any means.

"Besides that." Zhen Yuanzi paused for a moment, then continued, "There is also the future Buddha Maitreya."

"He is a direct disciple of the Western Saints, and Buddhism was originally founded by the two Western Saints."

"But now, the direct disciples of the two saints in the West have all been marginalized by Tathagata."

“Although they also carry some of the luck of Buddhism, compared with Tathagata, it is just a drop in the ocean.”

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head slightly, a trace of emotion appearing on his face.

"Of course they would not be willing to watch the fruits of the prosperity of Buddhism fall into the hands of Tathagata alone. They would not want Tathagata to continue to sit firmly on the high position of the founder of Buddhism and enjoy all the respect."

Zhen Yuanzi's words were also very affirmative.

Listening to Zhen Yuanzi's detailed analysis, Zhao Feng smiled faintly: "Do you think it is possible to split Buddhism into three parts?"

When Zhao Feng said this, Zhen Yuanzi was naturally surprised.

"Although they do fight with each other, on the surface, Buddhism is still united as one."

"It is almost impossible to split them into three factions."

Zhen Yuanzi pondered for a moment, shook his head, and then slowly said: "Unless you can offer them huge benefits that they cannot refuse, so great that they are willing to break up completely just to fight for it."

Zhen Yuanzi knew very well that the unified structure of Buddhism had lasted for a long time and was constructed under the leadership of the two saints from the West in the past.

Even though there are many internal conflicts, those conflicts can always be cleverly suppressed thanks to the deep roots and heritage.

After all, everything is for their own benefit.

"You said."

Zhao Feng smiled with a calculating smile: "What if I add more fuel to the fire of Buddhism and Heaven during this catastrophe?"

"For example, spread the news that after the catastrophe, the Hongmeng Purple Qi will appear in the world, and the Heavenly Dao will soon give birth to a brand new saint, and this sainthood is very likely to fall into the hands of Buddhism."

Zhao Feng spoke slowly, and his purpose became clearer and clearer. The strategy he used to plot against the Heavenly Court in the past came back again.

Hear this!

Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed, and he instantly understood Zhao Feng's intention. He hurriedly said, "Your Highness, are you planning to use the same trick you used against Haotian to make the fake look real?"

"Today's Haotian must still be injured by the Hongmeng purple energy that I refined, and he has been unable to recover until now."

"Otherwise, given Haotian's temperament, how could the Heavenly Court be so peaceful and quiet?"

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through Haotian's inaction.

"The Hongmeng Purple Qi refined by Your Highness is indeed indistinguishable from the real thing."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly, but his expression was still cautious: "However, with Haotian's previous experience, will anyone still believe it so easily?"

"After all, Haotian hasn't appeared in a long time, and his life or death is unknown. This has to make people alert."

Zhen Yuanzi knew very well that after experiencing the last "Hongmeng Purple Qi", coupled with the fact that Haotian had not appeared for many years, this was enough to make these great masters in the earthly immortal world become more cautious and suspicious.

"When I was refining the Hongmeng Purple Qi in the past, my strength was not what it is now." Zhao Feng smiled faintly, very confident.

In the past, Zhao Feng had just entered the realm of Martial Arts Emperor, and his overall attribute strength was only at the level of Martial Arts Emperor.

But things are different now. Zhao Feng’s all attributes have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Now, even without relying on the Qiankun Ding, Zhao Feng can easily suppress Haotian.

Now that Zhao Feng’s strength has improved, he has enough confidence.

“So, if we use Qiankun Ding to refine Hongmeng Purple Qi again, the effect will definitely be completely different from before.”

“By then, let alone being able to mistake the fake for the real thing, what is refined will be indistinguishable from the real Hongmeng Purple Qi.”

"Of course, the only difference is that I can't help people achieve enlightenment and become saints."

Zhao Feng sneered, full of calculation.

With his current strength combined with the Qiankun Ding, Zhao Feng had no idea what level the Hongmeng Purple Qi would reach.

“If Your Highness really uses the great catastrophe as an inducement, and this “real primordial purple energy” as bait, perhaps it will really cause a split within the Buddhist sect.”

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he said slowly: "After all, whether it is Randeng, Duobao or Maitreya!"

"They would never stand by and watch others become saints."

"By then, Buddhism may really be divided into three."

"They are fighting for this Hongmeng Purple Qi."

Zhen Yuanzi became more and more excited as he spoke, with an eager look on his face. It was obvious that he was looking forward to the upcoming changes.

Moreover, this change was designed personally by His Highness before him.

“However, after refining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I am thinking about what form I should use to make it appear in the world so that it can be flawless and leave no trace of human intervention.”

Zhao Feng said this with a thoughtful look on his face.

When the Great Qin mortal world first entered the earthly immortal world, the appearance of the Hongmeng purple energy was too coincidental, and it happened to appear in the mortal world.

With just a little scrutiny, you will find that it is full of loopholes.

However, the temptation of the Hongmeng Purple Qi was so great that those with great supernatural powers easily ignored these obvious flaws in the face of the huge benefits of the sainthood.

"Your Highness."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said hurriedly: "When the catastrophe ends and the merit and luck descend from the sky, it is the best time. The primordial purple air descending from the sky makes it more convincing that it is true."

Hear the words.

"However, the news must be spread in advance to lay the groundwork."

"In this way, the struggle within the Buddhist sect will become more intense in the future."

"A chaotic Buddhist community is what I want to see." Zhao Feng nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face. He already had a complete plan in his mind.

"Your Highness."

Zhen Yuanzi said solemnly: "The spread of this news must be done without anyone noticing, and no one must be able to trace the source."

"Leave this matter to me."

"I will do my best to spread this news throughout the Earthly Immortal Realm in a short period of time."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were full of confidence and he was determined to complete this task.

"Since you have volunteered, I will entrust this important task to you."

Zhao Feng smiled slightly: "This time, we must first plant the seeds of division in the hearts of the three ancestors of Buddhism."

“When the catastrophe is over, let this seed take root and sprout, and eventually lead to the division of Buddhism.”

"I am looking forward to the three-way split of Buddhism."

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A determined smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face, as if he had already seen the scene of the split in Buddhism.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. I will definitely handle this matter properly." Zhen Yuanzi assured again.

"Alright." Zhao Feng slowly stood up and looked into the distance: "I came to your dojo today, and I have said everything I should say."

"Now that I have finished my business here, I should move on to the next place."

After saying that, Zhao Feng turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly stood up, with a hint of hesitation on his face, but full of expectation, and asked cautiously: "May I ask Your Highness, after a living being dies, only a trace of true spirit remains between heaven and earth. In this case, can it be resurrected?"

Asked about this.

Zhen Yuanzi's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed endless anticipation.

"In the future, if I can really become a saint, can I use this wisp of true spirit to give him a new life?" Zhen Yuanzi stared at Zhao Feng closely, as if he had grasped the last straw.

This question is filled with Zhen Yuanzi's greatest regret and desire from the bottom of his heart.

For him, this may be the most important thing in his life.

"Have the opportunity."

Zhao Feng paused slightly and spoke slowly.

But he did not give a definite answer. After all, Zhao Feng did not fully understand how powerful the power of a saint was.

As for whether the power of the saint can resurrect the creatures that died in the past, Zhao Feng is actually not sure.

If this is true, then wouldn't it be possible for the many lives that died in the past, especially those related to the saints, to be resurrected? This is obviously not in line with common sense.

"Just a chance?"

There was a flash of disappointment in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes, and his expression revealed a deep loneliness.

"If the soul can be preserved intact, then resurrection is possible."

“But now there is only a wisp of true spirit left. Even if a saint has great supernatural powers, I’m afraid it would be difficult to do it.” Zhao Feng said.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly, his face full of helplessness and sadness: "If the saints were really omnipotent, how could this ancient world be like this now?"

"I understand that Your Highness is trying to comfort me."

"I just... can't let go of Hongyun."

That’s it.

Zhen Yuanzi's voice gradually became lonely.

"If the rules of time really reach perfection, perhaps time can be reversed."

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi like this, Zhao Feng thought for a moment and then said: "If I can reach that level in the future, I will definitely help you revive Hongyun."

Zhao Feng looked very serious at this moment.

The words fell.

Zhao Feng's figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, instantly disappearing in Wuzhuang Temple, leaving Zhen Yuanzi standing there blankly, looking at the direction Zhao Feng left.

It took a long time for Zhen Yuanzi to come back to his senses, and a look of emotion slowly appeared on his face.

He bowed in the direction where Zhao Feng left, and murmured, "Your Highness, I thank you for your great kindness."

The sound echoed in the empty dojo for a long time.

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Underworld, the land of darkness!
Decades ago, when the Qin Dynasty first came to power, Zhao Feng visited this place.

At that time, he obtained the power of Fengdu from here and gained partial control over the power to manipulate souls and reincarnation.

And this time when he came again, Zhao Feng obviously had a more important purpose.

When Zhao Feng stepped into the underworld, it was still the same as before. The thick aura of the underworld permeated every inch of space, like a thick black curtain, wrapping the entire underworld.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, emitting a strange and enchanting light, adding a few different rules from the world of the living to this dead and silent place.

Looking around, there were dead souls escorted by ghost messengers everywhere.

Some of them looked confused, some looked frightened. Driven by the ghost, they slowly moved forward towards an unknown destination.

Zhao Feng didn't pay much attention to this. He headed straight towards the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

At the same time, Zhao Feng restrained his own aura, so that King Yama and Ksitigarbha in the underworld did not notice his arrival at all.

The place of the six reincarnations is the core of the underworld, and it is also the most mysterious and critical place in the entire underworld.

Here, the reincarnation of all things in the world is controlled, and the balance of life and death order between heaven and earth is maintained.

"Empress Pingxin."

Zhao Feng came to the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk and called out softly.

His voice was low and steady, slowly echoing in the silent space.

Obviously, Zhao Feng was not worried about whether Empress Pingxin would show up to meet him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling stream of light slowly flashed out from the six realms of reincarnation and instantly landed in front of Zhao Feng.

The light faded, and a dignified and elegant woman appeared.

She exudes a mysterious and powerful aura, as if she contains the mysteries of the universe. She is Ping Xin, the ancestor of the underground world.

"I haven't seen you for decades. You have become even stronger."

Empress Pingxin looked at Zhao Feng calmly and spoke slowly.

Her voice was soft yet revealed an unquestionable majesty, and her tone was calm, as if nothing in the world could cause the slightest ripple in her heart.

Pingxin, as its name suggests, means that the state of mind has reached a state that is extraordinary and calm like water.

In her eyes, everything is illusory, everything is fleeting, and nothing can disturb her inner peace.

"Empress Pingxin is worthy of being the ancestor of the underworld. She is in the underworld and sees everything."

Zhao Feng bowed slightly, with a humble smile on his face: "Your Majesty has a sharp eye. Zhao's little ability is really not worth mentioning in front of you."

Zhao Feng was well aware of how powerful Empress Pingxin was, and his words were full of respect for his predecessor.

"Why are you entering the underworld today?"

Pingxin's eyes flashed with doubt: "From my perspective, since you left last time, the underworld has been peaceful except for a little turmoil when the Buddhist sect started the catastrophe."

"Ksitigarbha has devoted all his energy to the underworld, concentrating on saving the souls of the dead, and no longer getting involved in the affairs of the living world."

"The Ten Kings of Hell have their own duties and are much more disciplined."

"It seems that there is nothing unusual in the underworld. What brings you here this time?"

Hear this question.

"Miss."

Zhao Feng's expression straightened up, and his tone became serious: "Part of Tiandao Hongjun's consciousness has returned to the prehistoric world."

"As the founder of the underground world, don't you have any thoughts in your mind?"

"The underworld is located in the earthly realm, and cannot enter the world at will."

Empress Pingxin shook her head slightly, her expression as calm as water: "Let him come back, what can I do? The underworld has its own rules, and I should abide by them."

Empress Pingxin's voice was dull, as if Hongjun's return had nothing to do with her.

"Don't you want to explore the fundamental secrets of this great wilderness?"

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, with an anxious look in his eyes: "Don't you want to know why the two tribes of witches and liches are trapped in a life-and-death battle?"

"Why did your elder brother die so tragically?"

"Why did the three paths of heaven, earth and man, which were carefully planned by the great god Pangu in the past, fail to appear smoothly in the prehistoric world?"

"Don't you want to find out the answers to these mysteries, Madam?"

Zhao Feng's series of questions broke the silence before the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

...(End of chapter)