The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 327: The Mystical Sword Formation, Rise!

At the same time, in the Li Clan camp, the long white beard of the Emperor fell down, and a compassionate look appeared on his face. "Amitabha, fellow Buddhists, we are facing a great enemy. We should uphold the righteous path and destroy the demons. Today is the day to eliminate the demons. Are you willing to join me?"

"Amitabha, I, the humble monk, am willing to follow you in exorcising demons and defending the Way."

"Amitabha, I, a humble monk, wish to open the way for Buddhism."

"Amitabha, I, the poor monk Jiaxiang, vow to destroy the enemies of Buddha."

In the tent, in addition to the four great monks and Master Fan Qinghui and his disciple, there were four other monks gathered here. One of them was wearing a yellow monk's robe, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, and had a calm temperament.

"I am willing to go with you, brother."

Next to Master Zhenyan was a young monk with an extraordinary temperament, but the two people beside him seemed to regard him as the leader. He did not speak, but just nodded slightly. The other two also nodded and saluted to the Holy Monk Di Xin.

This person is the current abbot of Jingnian Zen Temple, Master Kong. Although he is old, his face looks like a rejuvenated man. He doesn't speak because he practices silent meditation and cannot open his mouth until he has achieved success.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Fan Qinghui gave Shi Feixuan a look and said, "Feixuan, go and ask Master Fu to come over."

Then, she stood up, her beautiful face full of solemnity, "Amitabha, the enemy is highly skilled in martial arts, and is in collusion with the Song clan. All the Buddhist sects have gathered here for this battle, but it is difficult to prevent the enemy from escaping. Once that person escapes from the battlefield, the consequences will be disastrous. For this reason, I have invited the senior master of the Korean sect. With his help, I will surely make that villain surrender."

Venerable Di Xin was not surprised. They had been in the Li family's army for several months, how could they not have noticed Fu Cailin's existence?

It’s just that the two sides have never been familiar with each other, so they chose to ignore each other.

He put his hands together and said in a deep voice, "With the help of Master Yijian, the Taoist Jade will surely be defeated in this battle. Thank you, Master, for coming forward."

Fan Qinghui nodded slightly, "Master, you are too kind. Taoist Yu is the enemy of our Buddhist sect and also our common enemy. This is Qinghui's responsibility, so there is no need to thank me."

Obviously, both sides started to show off their strength before the war. The four great monks united the various Buddhist sects, and Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Temple have always been allies. With the addition of Master Zhenyan, they have even more weight. Now they have invited Fu Cailin, so most of the people are masters.

The battle has not yet begun, but the post-war contest has already begun.

Not long after, Shi Feixuan opened the tent and walked in, followed by a tall, ugly middle-aged man. He was holding a sword and his temperament was very special. Just standing there, he was like the center of the world, unconsciously attracting the attention of others.

"I am Di Xin, a poor monk. I am honored to meet Senior Fu."

"I am a wise monk, and I am honored to meet you, Senior Fu."

……

Except for Liaokong who practiced silent meditation in the tent, all the others bowed to him. The name of a man is like the shadow of a tree. The names of the three great masters have been passed down for many years and are recognized by the world.

In the path of martial arts, the one who is more accomplished comes first. Even though Liao Kong is older than Fu Cailin, he still treats him as a junior.

Seeing so many Buddhist masters in the tent, Fu Cailin sighed in his heart that the Central Plains was truly a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. There were so many masters in Buddhism alone, and Goguryeo only had one grandmaster. After a hundred years, who in Goguryeo could resist the Central Plains?

His face was calm as he returned the greetings to everyone, "Fellow Daoist Ning and I have been good friends for many years. We once discussed Dao at the shore of Bohai Sea a few years ago. I didn't expect that when I set foot in Central Plains again, we would have been separated by heaven and earth."

At this point, he sighed, "Yu Daoist is acting recklessly and slaughtering the righteous. I will not sit idly by. This time I will use his head to pay tribute to the spirit of Daoist Ning in heaven!"

"Senior is righteous!"

……

On the top of Jiange City Tower, all the masters of the Song clan gathered together.

The old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain stroked his beard and looked at the deep night. "You have played a big game. After tonight, the Song clan will march north to the Central Plains and sweep across the world. Our Taoist sect can be regarded as taking advantage of this opportunity."

This time, besides him, Young Heavenly Master Zhang Shoucheng was also here from Mount Longhu. Ever since he saw Kou Zhong, most of his attention was on him. Rumor has it that these two guys learned the secret of immortality. He had already seen Xu Ziling, but he didn't expect that Kou Zhong was not much inferior to them.

In addition to Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain and Qingyang Palace also sent masters to help. One was Taoist Mingzhen. After the Taoist showdown at Longhu Mountain, he returned to Shu and secluded himself for half a year. He broke through the realm and became a grandmaster. The other was Taoist Zhiqing. Both were grandmasters.

Song Que sat at the desk, wiping his precious sword. A few years ago, he fought with Su Ming, and the sword that had been with him for many years was damaged in the battle. He then spent a year to forge a new sword, named: Jun Lin!

He paused for a moment, "Tianshi, what you said is wrong. The general trend of the world is unstoppable. Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. The world has been in chaos for hundreds of years, and was unified by Yang Jian, but it perished in the second generation. The Hu people will not have a hundred years of national destiny. The Han Dynasty will prosper. This is the general trend."

"Any force that stands in the way of the general trend will be crushed. My Song clan will follow the will of heaven and take advantage of the situation. How can the Guanlong clan not be defeated?" Today, Song Que's words were sharp. He was like a knife, and people could feel its sharp edge even before it was unsheathed.

"What the clan leader said is true. How can a mere Buddhist sect reverse the general trend!" The old Taoist priest smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. At the same time, his eyes swept over Kou Zhong, Lu Miaozi, and Pei Ju, and he secretly sighed in his heart that the strength of the Song clan was indeed unfathomable.

The two great grandmasters already represent an unparalleled foundation, and with the addition of many other grandmasters, there is no force in the world that can stop the rise of the Song clan. At this moment, he is extremely glad that he chose to cooperate with the Song clan.

If a Taoist sect wants to flourish, it cannot do without the endorsement of the ruler. The opportunity to spread Taoism in Longhu Mountain lies in the Song family.

……

The night was dark, pitch dark. The sky was covered with dark clouds, obscuring the moonlight. A cold wind blew through Jianmen Gorge, and the whimpering sound was like a sob, as if there were ghosts hiding in the darkness.

The murder happened on a dark and windy night!

On the Jianmen Mountain Road, more than a dozen figures flashed by, leaving a trail of afterimages. Their speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they climbed up to the Jianmen Pass city wall. The Song clan’s defenses were strict, but in front of the grandmasters, they were unable to even issue a warning.

Suddenly, a fire lit up on the city wall, and in the blink of an eye, the city wall was illuminated as bright as day.

Song Que held a long knife in his hand, staring at them closely, and said calmly, "You have come from afar, Song Que has been waiting for a long time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ju, Old Taoist Priest and others showed up in front of the city wall.

"What are the names of the masters?"

The Venerable Emperor Xin held a Zen staff in his hand. He had an elegant temperament, a strong and powerful figure, and white beard and eyebrows. He said, "I am Emperor Xin."

"I am wise." The old monk, who was wearing a brown cassock, had an upright figure, black beard and eyebrows, a look of compassion on his face, and eyes shining with the light of extreme wisdom, raised his palm and said.

"Daoxin." On the right, Daoxin, the fourth patriarch of Zen Buddhism, with white eyebrows over his ears and a long beard down to his chest and abdomen, but with youthful and smooth skin on his face, said with a calm and peaceful look while holding a Buddhist rosary in his hand. "Jiaxiang." He was skinny and dark, wearing a black monk's robe and holding a wooden fish, and looked the most unremarkable among the four.

The four of them stood side by side, their aura flowing as if they were one, perfect and flawless, without any gaps to be found, like a deep abyss and a towering mountain, hovering in all directions

They all saluted, their different voices and tones combined like the morning bell and evening drum, going straight into the heart, as if they wanted to convert the devil before them into a monk to pay for his sins.

"Amitabha, in order to save sentient beings from suffering, I have no choice but to come here in person to stop the disaster." The Emperor's Heart Venerable lowered his eyebrows and said solemnly. "Donor Song, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, but it is time to turn back. As long as you lay down your weapons, leave Bashu, and return to Lingnan, I can guarantee the safety of your Song clan."

"Haha..." Song Que suddenly laughed. His handsome face revealed an unspeakable domineering aura in the light of the fire. "Are you kidding? A mere Buddhist sect dares to ask me to put down my butcher knife? There may be things in this world that Song Que fears, but it will never be your Buddhist sect." The deep voice echoed in the mountains.

"Monks have always been like this. They only think they represent the righteous path and treat others as nothing. Given time, I will definitely follow the story of Emperor Wu!"

As soon as the words fell, the monks present suddenly changed color. There was no doubt that Emperor Wu's past events referred to the destruction of Buddhism. This was the pain of Buddhism. Even though Buddhism had overcome it later, the damage it brought was still unforgettable for them.

Now Song Que's naked threat made them seem to foresee the tragic future of Buddhism.

Venerable Emperor Xin sighed, as if he was very helpless, "Amitabha, if that's the case, I have no choice but to transform into a wrathful Vajra and subdue the demon."

Then, Pei Ju could not help but speak out, "Bald donkey, you cannot do everything, you cannot say everything, you cannot enjoy all the blessings, and you cannot follow all the rules. If you do everything too much, your fate will end early. The days of you doing evil in Buddhism are over!"

Ever since the four holy monks showed up, his eyes had been fixed on them. His memories of the past came back to life, and his elegant temperament disappeared, becoming cold and grim.

Venerable Di Xin glanced at Pei Ju and frowned slightly. Although he could not recognize the other person's face, he felt very familiar with him, as if he had seen him many times before.

However, at this moment, a gentle voice sounded, "Amitabha, Song Que, we meet again." The person who spoke was Fan Qinghui. She was dressed in a white monk's robe, with a smooth forehead, a beautiful face, a quiet temperament, and eyes as clear as water, which made people unable to help but fall in love with her.

Song Que had no intention of reminiscing about his old lover. He just said three words lightly, "You're here."

Whether in the original novel or now, since the day when the Song clan started the rebellion, he has cut off his feelings and become an enemy of Buddhism, which is inevitable.

In the face of the great cause of the world, the love and hatred between children are not worth mentioning.

Fan Qinghui's eyes narrowed slightly, he said nothing, and just nodded slightly.

Lu Miaozi looked at Fan Qinghui with disgust. At this juncture, Fan Qinghui's appearance here already represented his attitude, but he pretended to be holy and compassionate. What he said just now was not to reminisce about the past, but to shake Song Que's mind and affect the subsequent battle situation.

Song Que didn't even look at her, and turned his gaze to Fu Cailin, "Your Excellency's sword energy is condensed and not dispersed, I guess it must be Fu Cailin. Song Que has heard of the three great masters. Ning Daoqi is dead. Tonight, you will follow in his footsteps!"

Fu Cailin looked calm and said calmly, "Master Song, don't you think it's too early to say this? It's still unknown who will win! Maybe tonight will be the end of you."

After saying this, he glanced at everyone, wondering, "Where is Taoist Yu? Why isn't he here?"

"Are you looking for me?"

A cold voice sounded, but the Buddhists didn't notice it at all. They looked up suddenly and saw a figure standing majestically on the cliff of the canyon.

The next moment, Su Ming leaped up and fell like a meteor, landing directly on the city wall.

"Boom!" The entire city wall shook violently, as if it was sinking.

The Buddhist monks stared at the figure closely, feeling slightly frightened. Venerable Emperor Xin's eyes narrowed, "Master Yu, you finally came out!"

Su Ming turned around and said to Venerable Emperor Xin, "Bald donkey, after waiting for so long, you are finally here! I have already prepared a great gift for you."

At this moment, Venerable Emperor Xin was looking at him. When their eyes met, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes and had to look away.

What a powerful sword intent!

Fu Cailin was also an expert in swordsmanship. As soon as Su Ming appeared, he felt a strong sword intent from Su Ming. In an instant, his heart was filled with fighting spirit and he was ready to make a move.

Then, Su Ming made hand seals and a chilling voice spread in all directions, "Miao Miao Sword Formation, rise!"

"boom!"

The sword intent in Su Ming's body was no longer reserved, and it soared straight into the sky. The powerful mental power spread out like a substance, condensing the space of hundreds of feet in radius into a field. The cold sword energy took shape in an instant and enveloped the four directions.

In an instant, the Buddhists seemed to be in a space filled with sword energy. There was nothing else in front of their eyes but the endless sword energy.

"Everyone, concentrate and be alert!"

Venerable Emperor Xin shouted loudly, and the four great monks stood in a specific posture, with their qi flowing, and they held up a protective qi shield.

The vast sword energy descended from the sky, emerged from the ground, and took shape in the void, repeating over and over again, with countless changes. The city gates under their feet also collapsed in an instant, brick and stone pillars burst out, and smoke and dust filled the air.

If they didn't fight, it would be fine. But if they fought, it would be earth-shattering. It was like a landslide, and the people in the alliance could no longer care about others, and they all used their Qinggong to dodge and protect themselves.

It's not just the sword energy, there's also collapsed buildings. Once you're crushed underneath, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fu Cailin stepped on the stones and landed lightly on the ground. He drew his sword and blocked the sword energy coming from all around him. As the person with the highest realm in the group, he felt that this person's spiritual power was as vast as the ocean and as deep as the abyss, with no end.

The sword formation before him was beyond his imagination and was unheard of. He had never thought that someone could create so much sword energy by himself.

Sword Qi came rushing in from all directions. The monks were forced into a panic and focused on defending as the powerful sword Qi continued to pour in.

By the time everyone landed, they had already dispersed. The sword energy filled the surroundings, blocking their sight and making it impossible for them to connect and cooperate.

On the other side, the Song clan members who had been prepared retreated and dodged at the first moment to avoid being affected by the sword formation. But even though they were prepared, when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, their hearts pounding, and they were filled with fear.

Is this really within human reach?

(End of this chapter)