The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 275: Shi Feixuan Meets the Four Great Monks

Song Que had a resolute expression, and his calm eyes revealed a bit of sharpness. "Since the first day the Song family came out, I have been prepared. This time, it's time to put an end to it."

Su Ming knew what he meant. If he chose to cooperate with Taoism, he would inevitably confront Buddhism. Fan Qinghui, the person with whom he had a relationship, would end up in this battle for the dragon.

Song Que's eyes condensed, and a sharp light flashed. "Sir, after taking Chengdu, Shuzhong can be settled. Next, I plan to stay in Shu and bring Shu's forces under control. Lingnan lacks resources, and its population and potential are far inferior to Shu. If it is managed well, it will be easy to raise 100,000 soldiers."

He didn't think much of staying in Lingnan. He had traveled to Shu before and knew how prosperous it was. But when he really took over here, he felt what the foundation of kingship and hegemony was. During the Three Kingdoms period, Shu Han established its country on this basis and fought against Wei for decades.

Hundreds of years later, the population and cultivated land in Shu have increased by more than several times. Lingnan, Guangnan, and Shu have made such a force unique among the heroes of the world.

Su Ming thought for a moment, and then continued, "In my opinion, it would be better for the clan leader to move the Song clan's base camp to Shuzhong. If you want to defend Shuzhong, you must use Hanzhong as a barrier. In this way, the Song clan will control the land of abundance and can compete with Guanzhong."

In this era, Guanzhong and Hebei were the center of the world. Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, a large number of people and resources have gathered here, which is well known. The rise of the south happened in the late Tang Dynasty and even the Song Dynasty.

"Hanzhong..." When mentioning Hanzhong, Song Que muttered to himself and kept it in his heart.

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A few days later, the Song army was unstoppable, advancing all the way and soon arrived at Chengdu Prefecture.

On the top of the city wall, Governor Wang Heng looked at the Song army arrayed below the city, his face turned pale with fright, his fat face was covered with sweat. Shu had been at peace for many years, the defenses were weak, and the soldiers were slack. How could they stop the elite troops of the Song?

His eyes were wide open, and he kept repeating, "It's over, it's over..."

At this time, his staff member beside him said, "Mingsir, the government alone cannot defend Chengdu. Why don't we cooperate with the big families in the city and ask them to provide manpower and money?"

"This? Can they agree to this?"

The staff member vowed, "Don't worry, my lord. If the Song clan captures Chengdu, they will not have an easy time either. I will definitely make them contribute."

At this time, Wang Heng had no choice but to look at the tattered soldiers guarding the city wall, sighed, and nodded helplessly.

Qingyang Temple, a Taoist temple.

As the army outside the city approaches, the Taoist temple is full of incense. The wealthy families are at a loss in the face of war and can only pray to the gods for peace of mind. The Taoist temple enshrines the Lord of Daode and other gods and immortals, which are tall, painted with gold, and look majestic and heavy.

Taoist Zhiqing and Taoist Mingyun wore wide Taoist robes, held white jade whisks in their hands, and wore lotus crowns on their heads, looking like masters. In the evening, the two left the Taoist temple and visited the wealthy families in the city to persuade them to join the Song family.

Qingyang Temple and Qingcheng Mountain are well-known and have been rooted in Shu for many years. Many wealthy and powerful people are their pilgrims. Their arrival this time just gave the wealthy people in the city an opportunity, an opportunity to join the Song clan.

With the help of the Song clan, the prestige of Qingyang Temple was magnified to the extreme, like a life-saving straw.

The situation is stronger than people. They didn't have contact before because they were not familiar with the Song family. Now that they have channels, many things will come naturally. They can't gamble the lives of their family on whether someone else's knife is hard enough.

The next day, Wang Heng's staff returned to the government office. When asked by their superiors, they looked dejected and said, "Mingsir, no matter how hard I tried, they just didn't want to contribute."

"What should I do?" Wang Heng slumped on the blanket, his fat body limp into a ball, and he was at a loss.

At this time, the staff suddenly came forward and said, "Mingsir, how about we surrender?"

Wang Heng looked ashen, but he was still struggling, "What did you say? If I surrender, how can I explain to His Majesty?"

"Mingsir, that's Song Que, the Heavenly Blade. He has never been defeated since his debut. Even the late emperor was defeated by him. How can we stop him?"

Wang Heng adjusted his hat and sighed in his heart, "But we can't just vote like this, how about waiting a few days?"

The aide blinked and took the opportunity to say, "Mingsir, I am willing to go out of the city as an envoy to meet Song Que."

"Well, let's go talk."

That night, a hanging basket was lowered from the top of the city wall, and Wang Heng's staff entered the Song camp alone with an uneasy mood. In less than an hour, he was escorted out with courtesy. When he left, he had a smile on his face, which was completely different from when he came.

As a result, the Song army remained stationary at the gates of the city and besieged it for seven days.

Seven days later, the city gates were opened and the governor Wang Heng led a group of officials out of the city to surrender.

From then on, Chengdu fell into the hands of the Song clan. The news quickly spread in Shu. The power of the Song clan increased greatly. Wherever their troops passed, they could conquer the place with their orders. The soldiers defending the city surrendered without much resistance.

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Guanzhong, Luoyang.

Facing the night breeze brought by Luoshui, a person in a light blue gown fluttered in the wind, her black hair fell like a waterfall, her temperament was transcendent and elegant, looking down at the clear stream, calm and composed. The person coming was a woman, and an unparalleled beauty. On her back hung an elegant ancient sword, which added a bit of heroic spirit.

A half-moon was embedded in the night sky where her face was facing, bathing her in gentle moonlight. She seemed to be born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with a beautiful outline as distinct as rivers and mountains.

This person is the contemporary successor of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Feixuan.

After leaving Cihang Jingzhai, her first stop was Luoyang, not far from Guanzhong. This was the capital of the Sui Dynasty and the place where Buddhism had the strongest influence.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, blowing her clothes into the air. Snowflakes fell under the moonlight, adding a bit of chill.

In the distance, the outline of an ancient city appeared, a small boat was docked, and her green robe was fluttering. Shi Feixuan tapped her feet lightly, and her figure was already several feet away. She came to the foot of the city. She leaped up and took a deep breath. An invisible force lifted her entire body and she rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, she reached the top of the city and disappeared.

In the Jingnian Zen temple, the sounds of Buddhist chanting are so long and vague that they can make people feel calm and at peace.

The wind and snow rolled, and under the moonlight, in front of the 808 stone steps, a figure that was extraordinary and extraordinary suddenly appeared without any warning, as if it was an inseparable part of the wind and snow. Shi Feixuan, here she comes.

She slowly climbed the stairs, and she passed through dozens of steps in a flash, her clothes fluttering. Her eyes were calm and indifferent, and through the sparse and thin snow curtain, she could see the magnificent layout of the entire temple.

Even though she was fasting and chanting Buddhist scriptures in Cihang Jingzhai, she couldn't help but be surprised by the layout of the temple. There was such a magnificent temple in the world. Such a place must be the place where the Buddha lived forever.

After crossing the square ten seconds ago, what comes into view is a bronze temple that is three meters wide and deep, and one and a half meters high. It shines brightly under the moonlight. It is exquisite and magnificent, with ingenuity, and is engraved with statues of Buddha and patterns of mythical beasts.

Except for the bronze hall, all buildings are covered with tri-color glazed tiles, which look as good as new. The peacock blue among the tri-color tiles is the most dazzling, and you can imagine how brilliant it would be under the sunlight.

In front of the Bronze Hall, there is a platform square that is a hundred meters wide, built with white stones and surrounded by white stone carved railings. In the center of the square is a bronze statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva, riding on the back of a golden lion, about two meters high. Beside the niche are the three Buddhas of the past, present and future, including Medicine Master, Sakyamuni and Amitabha. The colorful sculptures and gold ornaments are luxurious and extravagant.

At the four edges of the white stone platform, in addition to the four stone staircase entrances and exits, there are five hundred Arhats evenly distributed, all made of gold and bronze, with different expressions and postures, but no matter they open their eyes and protrude their foreheads, or lower their eyes and keep their eyes inward, they are all lifelike, just like living people.

Shi Feixuan's long black hair fluttered behind her as she walked across the snow without leaving a trace. She came to the bronze statue of Buddha, bowed, and then stared intently at the remaining 500 Arhat statues. These statues were extremely spiritual and were placed in different positions.

She stared intently, feeling the charm of the bronze statue. The aura flowing on it was different. After careful consideration, she found that it had some similarities with the Cihang Sword Canon she was practicing.

Obviously, these bronze statues contain the methods of Buddhist cultivation. If someone with extraordinary understanding can observe them and gain enlightenment, they can directly enter Buddhism. The Jingnian Zen Temple is indeed profound.

Shi Feixuan exhaled lightly, and the breath condensed into a white mist in the snow and slowly dissipated.

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Passing through the tower forest, the other buildings of the entire temple are based on the main hall on the axis. They are distributed in all directions in an orderly manner and separated by wooded roads, giving it a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

A large incense burner is placed in front of the Manjusri Buddha shrine in Baishi Square. The burning sandalwood is emitting a large amount of fragrance, which permeates the entire space, making people's minds calm and infected by the otherworldly atmosphere.

Unconsciously, she had arrived at the main courtyard in front of the temple. With her realm close to swordsmanship, she was able to sense several auras in the hall. Obviously, these people already knew of her arrival and were waiting there.

Shi Feixuan opened her mouth slightly and said, "Shi Feixuan, the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, greets all the senior brothers and sisters." A heavenly voice sounded outside the palace gate, and the tone was filled with touching compassion and tenderness.

Inside the main hall, four monks in Zen robes opened their eyes at the same time. Their looks were compassionate, and contained great mercy and tolerance.

These four monks are the four great holy monks of Buddhism today, Jiaxiang, Zhihui, Dixin and Liaokong.

"Junior sister, please come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall opened and a cold wind blew in, making the candles in the room sway and cast dim shadows.

Footsteps approached from afar. The four people turned their heads and couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise in their eyes. Shi Feixuan walked into the hall with light lotus steps. She was as elegant as a banished celestial being from heaven. Her pair of eyes, as clear and transparent as black glass, exuded compassion.

"Junior sister, this is the emperor's heart."

"I am a poor monk, Jiaxiang."

"The wisdom of this poor monk."

"I am a poor monk Daoxin."

After that, the four of them put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

The holy monk Di Xin was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a bright red cassock, with a solemn appearance. "Junior sister, the world is in turmoil, war is raging everywhere. Our Buddhist sect is the pillar of the righteous path, and it is our responsibility to help the world. We will elect a holy ruler and bring peace to the world."

Shi Feixuan nodded slightly, a hint of inexplicable color flashed across her clear eyes, "Brother, Master has already instructed me on this matter. Do you still remember the person that the wandering man Ning Daoqi selected back then?"

Dao Xin twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and whispered, "Li family, Li Shimin?"

"Well, according to my observations at Cihang Jingzhai, Li Shimin is a man of noble bearing, broad-minded, and a wise leader. The Li family has always been on good terms with our Buddhist sect, so he is the best candidate."

At this time, the holy monk Zhihui sighed softly, "Let's not talk about this matter for now. News has come from the south that the Song clan has taken over Shu. Song Que should not be underestimated. If we leave him alone, he will definitely be a great enemy in the future."

Shi Feixuan's eyes flashed with surprise, "Song Que, the Heavenly Blade? Lingnan and Shu are thousands of miles apart, and the Song clan actually took over Shu so quickly. This is too fast."

The holy monk Zhihui continued, "We originally thought that the Song clan was going to take over Jingnan, but we didn't expect Song Que to lead a large army to launch a surprise attack on Shu. In less than two months, he took over the entire Shu area. The damage was not great. If we allow him to take root in Shu, the south will be in danger."

"Song Que is well versed in the art of war and knows how to use both real and fake tactics. No one in the world can match him in the art of warfare. Moreover, the Song clan has been silent for more than 20 years, so when he emerges from seclusion, he will surely make a shocking breakthrough, which is amazing. And Shu happens not to be a place where my Buddhism is widely spread. It will be difficult to stop him." After saying this, he chanted the Buddha's name again.

A deep worry flashed in Shi Feixuan's beautiful eyes. "Yang Guang has committed atrocities. The fate of the Sui Dynasty has come to an end. The Lord of Heaven has come. I, Cihang Jingzhai, am willing to support the wise Lord to ascend the throne. Feixuan is willing to talk to Song Que for the sake of the people of the world."

The four great monks looked at each other, and Emperor Xin continued, "Junior sister has the world in her heart, and we admire her. Song Que is the best swordsman in the world, and he has never lost since his debut. He must be a man of firm character."

"The only solution now is to help the Li family start an uprising as soon as possible and seize the initiative. Otherwise, once the war starts, it will last for decades. I don't know how many more souls will be lost in the Central Plains. Amitabha, may the Buddha have mercy on us."

Shi Feixuan nodded slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Brother, what you said is very true."

Major Buddhist sects such as Jingnian Zen Temple, Sanlun Sect, Huayan Sect, Tiantai Sect, and Zen Sect can easily support hundreds or thousands of martial monks, and also have plenty of money to maintain and expand temples.

Shi Feixuan had just entered Jingnian Zen Temple, and what she saw was just the tip of the iceberg. The power of Buddhism in the north was astonishingly great. As long as Buddhism gave its full support, the Li family would soon be able to gain a foothold in Guanzhong.

According to the Buddhist plan, the uprising should not have started at this time. Although the Sui Dynasty is now in turmoil, its strength is still there. If the Li family starts a rebellion, it will easily be targeted by the emperor.

There was no way. Compared to the Song clan far away in Lingnan, the Li clan was really under Yang Guang's nose. As an important member of the Guanlong clan, if the Li clan rebelled, it would pose too great a threat to the emperor. The foundation of the Sui Dynasty was in Guanzhong, how could it be lost?
Originally, they wanted to wait until the rebels in the world consumed the power of the imperial court and undermined the prestige of the Sui government before stepping in to restore the old country. But now, the Song clan has taken the first step and captured the important Shu area. This has affected the overall situation, forcing them to change their plans.

"Junior sister, Shu is in chaos. Let Daoxin and Jiaxiang go with you. Leave the rest to us."

(End of this chapter)