The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 310: Anti-Song Alliance, Song Que Meets the Evil King
At this moment, Master Wisdom only felt a sense of extreme tranquility rising from the depths of his mind, and an unprecedented sense of tranquility and happiness emerged in his heart.

In this quiet and empty room, he first heard his own breathing, heartbeat, and blood flowing. Then, the sound of mice moving in the burrows and the sound of insects in the wooden beams slowly entered his ears. He felt and heard every sound around him, from the sound of breathing to the barely audible sound of insects and ants crawling.

Normally, most people can only focus on one goal at a time. For example, when concentrating on listening to the sound of flowing water, they will naturally ignore the sound of the wind, and vice versa.

But hearing all kinds of sounds of different natures at the same time like the wise master is doing at this moment is a feeling that transcends ordinary senses.

Not only did he hear the sounds, but he also felt all kinds of life and their vitality. Master Jiaxiang was a dead tree with hidden vitality because he practiced the mysterious art of Zen. Venerable Di Xin was an awe-inspiring and inviolable statue. Master Dao Xin was a breeze and a stream of clear spring in the mountains and forests.

After a long time, he finally came out of that mysterious state, feeling only a little regretful. The joy of attaining enlightenment was enough to make any warrior envious.

"Amitabha, congratulations, you have made another step forward."

"Congratulations, senior brother."

Di Xin and Jia Xiang both spoke out their congratulations. Monk Dao Xin glanced at him and couldn't help but say, "Congratulations, Senior Brother."

The four of them had practiced with the He Shi Bi countless times, but their insights were limited each time. But this time they could clearly feel that the wise Zen master had gained some insights and made a further step forward.

“When no thought arises, all thoughts do not arise. All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. The path to becoming a grandmaster is difficult.” Master Wisdom just shook his head, with some worry in his eyes. The closer he got to becoming a grandmaster, the more he could feel the power of that realm. He was very worried about what he would do next.

Venerable Emperor Xin keenly sensed his emotions and comforted him, "Junior brother, don't worry. Master Fanzhai has already gone to Chang'an. With her coming forward, we will surely be able to reach a cooperation. Not to mention suppressing the Dao Sect again, at least we will get rid of the scourge of Yu Dao Ren."

Ever since Ning Daoqi's death, Su Ming has put tremendous pressure on the Buddhist sect. No one knows the strength of the Taoist sect better than these enemies. Once the entire Taoist sect is unified, the power unleashed will shock everyone.

The reason why the four great monks targeted Shi Zhixuan instead of Zhu Yuyan, Zhao Deyan and others was because Shi Zhixuan showed the potential to unify the Demon Sect, forcing them to kill him in advance.

Now, Su Ming took advantage of the opportunity that Buddhism supported the Li family in the war to quickly complete the merger with Taoism. He also appeared out of nowhere and killed Ning Daoqi to establish his prestige. In their eyes, such an enemy is the primary enemy of Buddhism. Only by suppressing Su Ming can they continue to play their trick of choosing the emperor on behalf of God.

Master Zhihui nodded and said in a deep voice, "The more you improve your martial arts, the more you can feel the gap. Brother, perhaps this time we have to use all the masters of the entire Buddhist sect to deal with this man. He is more terrifying than Shi Zhixuan!"

No matter whether Su Ming is a good person or a bad person, as long as he hinders the great cause of Buddhism, he will be the enemy of the entire Buddhism. This point has long been a consensus among the Buddhist community.

"Junior brother, then do as you say. I will mediate."

Soon, the door opened and several people came out. Outside the door, a monk was waiting. He was tall and handsome, with a straight nose, which made him look very unique. The curved upper lip and slightly upturned lower lip brought out a kind of indescribable charm. Embedded in his slender face, he looked very good and relaxed. His collar was broad and his bright face had a kind of divine light that transcended the world. His demeanor was neither weak nor arrogant, but comfortable and natural.

What makes people unforgettable at first sight is his pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, which can make everyone feel unpredictable and yet dare not underestimate him.

This person is none other than Master Liaokong, the abbot of Jingnian Zen Temple. He is now over ninety years old, but still looks youthful and handsome. Dressed in a yellow inner robe and brown outer robe, he stands out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

However, he has been practicing silent meditation for many years and cannot speak.

Venerable Di Xin took the copper box containing the He Shi Bi and placed it in his hand. Liao Kong nodded, turned and left. The He Shi Bi continuously emitted radioactive power, which was unpredictable, but they were all masters with profound Zen skills and could resist it for a short time.

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Chang'an, the imperial city.

In the luxurious palace, Fan Qinghui asked, "I wonder what your Majesty thinks about the cooperation?"

Yu Wenzhi was wearing a dragon robe, his eyes were playful, "Master, don't worry, this matter is of great importance, come, eat the food first, this is the vegetarian food I specially asked the imperial kitchen to prepare for you, you must try it." As he said this, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Fan Qinghui calmed herself down a little, picked up the chopsticks, ate a few bites and put them down. Ever since she came to his house, Yu Wenzhi has been talking about other things. If it were normal times, she would have the patience to waste time with him, but not now. The Buddhist sect is about to face the challenge of the Taoist sect, and she has to speed up.

Yu Wenzhi had already discussed the cooperation with the Li clan with the court officials long ago, and it was approved as a matter of course. After all, the current Great Zhou was built on the Yu Wen clan, and Yu Wenzhi firmly controlled the right to speak in the court.

Fan Qinghui also knew the result of the court session of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but she could only pretend not to know. After all, she was the one who needed help. Yu Wenzhi was not an ordinary person, nor was he one of her former followers who would do anything for her.

Yu Wenzhi shook the wine cup in his hand, "Master, I can agree to cooperate with the Li family, but it seems that I and the Great Zhou will not benefit from it. The Jade Taoist is so fierce, Song Que is not easy to deal with, and the entire Taoist sect is also in trouble. Facing such an opponent, what can I get?"

Fan Qinghui knew that the other party would not release the eagle until they saw the rabbit, so he stated the conditions, "Your Majesty, this matter is not yours alone. The Li family and my Buddhist sect will all contribute. We will destroy the Song family and divide Bashu equally between Guanzhong and Hedong. How do you think?"

If the Song clan is destroyed, what will be left behind is a vast territory, one-third of the southeast, and the entire Bashu. Whoever can take it will gain the upper hand in the subsequent situation.

Yu Wenzhi was waiting for this sentence, "Okay, it's settled. Master Fanzhai is a man of few words. I'll toast you a glass."

Guanzhong can enter Bashu from Hanzhong and can keep this territory, but for Hedong, Bashu is equivalent to an enclave. As long as the territory is divided, in time, he will be able to swallow Bashu and sweep the world.

Fan Qinghui felt relieved. The matter was finally settled. It was easier than she thought to make a promise with a blank check. Fortunately, Yu Wenzhi did not make any other excessive demands.

As Yu Wenzhi agreed, an anti-Song alliance took shape, with Buddhism, the Li clan, the Yuwen clan, and the Dugu clan all participating in it.

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Chengdu Prefecture in Shu.

Shi Zhixuan looked at the city from afar, his eyes full of nostalgia. He had been here several years ago. Revisiting the old place now made him feel that things have changed. He led his horse into the city gate.

What comes into view is the wide streets with a constant stream of merchants coming and going. Compared with the past, Chengdu is more prosperous.

He walked on the street for half an hour and found an inn to stay in. He was not in a hurry to meet Song Que, but first visited the entire Chengdu Prefecture, then the military camp outside the city and the nearby important places.

In the darkness of night, Song Que was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when he suddenly felt a strange and eerie spiritual power. His body disappeared from the room in a flash and appeared in the yard.

He looked up suddenly and his eyes met with the person on the roof. There was a sharp light in the eyes of both of them, like divine weapons, clashing in the void. He stopped and stood quietly under the eaves.

Black clouds scurried across the sky, covering the bright moon in an instant, and the ground and sky became dark. A cool gust of wind blew over, blowing up dust all over the courtyard, but the two people standing face to face, their clothes were motionless, like two stone statues.

However, the moment his spiritual power came into contact with him, Shi Zhixuan was extremely shocked. In his eyes, the other party was not a "human". Seeing him was like seeing the heaven and earth, the avenue, and a "heavenly sword".

Shi Zhixuan was wearing a snow-white Confucian robe that was quite eye-catching in the night, like a king in the darkness. He stood in the shadows, and his figure should be right in front of him, but it was vague, as if it was far away in the horizon, or like a mirage, unclear whether it was real or not.

Is the opponent's martial arts the devil's style?

Song Que noticed where the other party was coming from and was confused and uncertain. In his perception, the other party was like a gray shadow mixed with black and white, flashing and disappearing from time to time, and he could not see clearly or see through it.

In an instant, he thought of someone.

"Shi Zhixuan?"

Shi Zhixuan's handsome face revealed a faint smile, and his voice was clear, "I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect that the Song clan leader's martial arts has reached such a level. It's really surprising. The Song clan is really well hidden."

Song Que looked at him calmly, "Brother Shi's late night visit really surprised me." In an instant, the space in the mansion became solemn and murderous, and a faint sword intent filled the entire space, as if the other party would suffer a thunderous blow as long as he moved.

The next moment, Pei Ju's temperament changed drastically. His face remained the same, but his temperament had changed from elegant to evil. His slightly raised brows had a sharpness that he had not had before, and his calm expression revealed an air of looking down on the world.

If the Shi Zhixuan just now was an elegant scholar, then the Shi Zhixuan now is the master of the Huajian Sect and the Butian Sect, an evil king famous in both the righteous and evil ways.

Feeling the opponent's powerful sword intent, Shi Zhixuan's smile deepened, "No wonder Brother Su once said that the clan leader is a master who is not inferior to him. After seeing it today, it is indeed true."

Song Que was a little surprised, "Oh? Have you met the military advisor?"

"Yes, I had a very pleasant conversation with Brother Su, and he invited me to join the Song Clan. However, I have been in Chengdu for several days, but I have not seen anything that surprised me. Now, I have seen it."

What Shi Zhixuan meant was that among the entire Song family, he only cared about Song Que, and the others were not worth mentioning.

This is indeed the case. This is a world with highly developed military force. It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to deal with masters, but if top masters are trapped in a military formation and fall into the arms of thousands of troops, they will also be exhausted to death.

Therefore, those who can hold power are all good at martial arts, and the importance of masters is equal to or even higher than that of military strength. In his eyes, Song Que, the great master of swordsmanship, is worthy of 100,000 soldiers.

The sword is the king of all weapons, with extremely strong lethality. It is widely used on the battlefield, not to mention that Song Que is also a master of military strategy.

Song Que raised his eyebrows, "Such remarks are too much."

Shi Zhixuan restrained his aura and spoke eloquently, "Although the clan leader is a strong man, there is a lack of successors within the Song clan. Song Lu and Song Zhi can be helpful, but they don't have the ability to stand alone."

"As for the young master of the Song clan, he is indecisive and brainwashed by Confucianism. He is not a suitable candidate for succession. The Song clan now relies only on the clan master to maintain its existence."

It’s the same as what Mr. Su said?
However, what exactly did Shi Zhixuan mean by saying this?

Unable to figure out the other party's intention, Song Que suppressed his doubts and said, "A visitor is a guest. Brother Shi, come down and talk."

Unexpectedly, Shi Zhixuan laughed and came down from the roof. "Why not if the master of the valve invites me?"

Just as he landed, both of them showed a strange look in their eyes, someone was coming.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and a strong voice came from outside the door, "Master, I want to see you."

"Come in!"

As the gate opened, a burly figure stepped into the courtyard. He walked as fast as the wind, and his aura was fierce, like a sharp steel knife, piercing people's hearts.

Shi Zhixuan looked at the person who came and suddenly smiled and said, "I take back what I said just now."

Song Que knew that the other party had no hostility. The sword intent in the courtyard dissipated into nothingness, and the solemn atmosphere was instantly cleared. He extended his hand and invited, "Brother Shi, please."

"please."

Song Que opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Shi Zhixuan.

"Xiao Zhong, wait outside the door."

"Yes, master."

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a bed, a low table, a screen, an oil lamp and a set of tea sets.

Shi Zhixuan took a quick glance and couldn't help but admire, "I'm surprised that Brother Song lives such a simple life." He was born in the Demon Sect and had seen countless people who suddenly ascended to the throne and could not keep their original intentions. It was rare for Song Que to be the head of a clan, dominating Bashu and Lingnan, but live such a simple life.

Song Que didn't say anything, but walked to the table and put his palm on the copper kettle. After a few breaths, the sound of tea boiling was heard, and he made two cups of tea.

In Shi Zhixuan's eyes, he was using his profound skills to boil tea, which was not difficult for him to do, but to do it so easily, he could only do it when he was at his prime.

"Brother Shi, do you know when Mr. Su will be back?"

It seems that Su Ming holds a very high position in Song Que's heart, Shi Zhixuan thought to himself, and replied, "Brother Su and I parted ways in Chang'an, but now that the matter in the north has been settled, the Song clan will have a powerful enemy coming, and he should be back by then."

Song Que paused, "Great enemy? Why do you say that?"

"Brother Song, don't you really know?" Shi Zhixuan picked up the teacup, smiling.

(End of this chapter)