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Chapter 330 Song Que, I, the Buddhist sect, admit defeat!

Shi Feixuan held the Color and Void Sword, and a trace of compassion flashed across her beautiful and natural face, her natural, incomparable, pure and simple natural beauty. She was like a beautiful goddess who lived in the fairyland in heaven. Even in this oppressive environment with dark clouds, howling wind and rain, her presence seemed to transform everything into a beautiful scene of empty mountains and spiritual rain, as real as a dream, and extremely moving.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she advised softly, "Kou Zhong, you are a genius, why do you have to help the tyrant? Wars will only end up hurting ordinary people. Since ancient times, the northern forces have always been the ones to unify the world, and we have never seen the south unify the north."

"If the Song clan wants to accomplish this, I don't know how many people will die. Kou Zhong, turn back. It's not too late."

"Pfft!"

Kou Zhong showed a hint of sneer on his face, holding a knife, and looked at Shi Feixuan with murderous eyes, "What do you mean by aiding and abetting the evil? Being an enemy of your Buddhist sect is aiding and abetting the evil? What's the bullshit about thinking about the world? Have you asked the opinions of the people of the world?"

"In Bashu, I have seen ignorant men spend all their wealth and their wives and children separated in order to worship Buddha. I have seen women worship Buddha with all their heart to save their seriously ill family members, but Buddha could not save them. I have also seen monks being sacrificed alive because they were questioned for not having a firm faith."

"This is the Buddha you are talking about. He only wants to take from the world without asking for anything in return. He hides his household registration, exploits and oppresses people at will, makes a lot of money, and cheats and deceives people. If this is the Buddha, then it is better not to have such a Buddha."

"As for you, I just want to say that you have to fight for this world on your own. Since Buddhism is a secular place, don't interfere in the secular world. The farther away the better!" His voice was filled with boredom and murderous intent.

The seeds that Su Ming had planted had already borne fruit. When he searched temples in Shu, he had seen too many filthiness and dirtiness in the temples. The more famous and upright the temple was, the more evil things were hidden underneath.

As a result, he also developed a strong rejection and disgust towards Buddhism. Although Shi Feixuan was beautiful at the moment, her natural and pretty face, like a lotus in pure water, had the opposite effect in his eyes.

It's not like he hasn't seen truly great monks before. Those monks worked hard to benefit the world through their own practice, without asking for anything in return or gratitude, just for their inner beliefs. He admired such people, but at the same time he was even more disgusted with those fake monks.

In his eyes, fake nuns like Shi Feixuan who claimed to represent the world were not even as good as those prostitutes in brothels, because he understood deeply what Buddhism they represented.

Shi Feixuan frowned slightly, "Kou Zhong, what you said is too much and even more unfair. My Buddhist sect has also helped the people, provided porridge and medicine, opened the gates of the temple, and benefited the people. Cihang Jingzhai just wants to end the chaos as soon as possible and bring peace to the world. Isn't this right?"

"Really? Take from the people and give back to the people. Your donations are just a drop in the bucket, far less than what you ask for. What is there to praise about this? And you, Cihang Jingzhai, I have long disliked you. If you want to be a nun, just be a nun. You don't even shave your hair and come out to confuse the world. Sects like yours are doomed to perish!"

"No more nonsense, today, you can't escape!"

Sensing that the other party's killing intention had not diminished, Shi Feixuan was surprised at herself. "Alas, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of my Buddhist sect. Feixuan has no choice but to offend you."

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The Way of Heavenly Sword runs through Song Que's swordsmanship.

He had already achieved the state of unity of man and sword, and great skill but simple simplicity, through the sum of his past hard training and practical experience. He used this to comprehend the way of heaven. When the mind is focused, it is concentrated on the spirit. When the spirit is focused, the mind can be realized. When the mind is realized, the hands can follow. Only then can the method be discussed. Then, from the state of having the method to the state of having no method, he can understand how to use the sword. The spirit is the mind, and the intention is the intention of the body. Every time the sword is drawn, the whole body follows, and the mind and intention are united.

This move was far more powerful than the one he had used when he had fought with Su Ming.

The ideals of the Song clan were gradually being realized, and the revival of the Han people was just around the corner. He had also completely transformed from the head of an aristocratic family into a local overlord, and his every word and action affected the fate of thousands of people.

The responsibility and heaviness of life made him realize more deeply the Way of Heaven and the Way of Humanity, and thus he took one step further on the road to becoming a Grand Master, almost reaching the state of harmony between man and nature.

Facing this ultimate knife, a trace of fear suddenly appeared on the face of Venerable Emperor Xin for no reason. Since he had mastered Zen, it was the first time that he felt powerless about the situation in front of him. He even had a feeling that he was doomed to die. Even if he kept his Zen mind, used supreme willpower to constantly discard distracting thoughts and tried his best to forget the thoughts of life and death, victory and defeat, it was difficult to do so.

There is great fear between life and death, and very few people can see through it, let alone comprehend life and death.

At this moment, his heart was shaken.

What is true is false, what is false is true.

Beside him, Master Zhihui was twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, staring at the knife light, fascinated. He felt the way of a great master in this move, which was also what they had dreamed of.

The knife was beautiful, but it carried the aura of death. A picture suddenly emerged in Master Zhihui's mind. It was of him meditating under a Bodhi tree. The leaves of the Bodhi tree in the temple were withered and yellow, and under the tree an old monk was sitting cross-legged, with a young novice sweeping the floor.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, change of growth and decline.

There has never been a moment when he could experience life so deeply, experience the present moment before him. As a half-drunk and half-awake outsider, he is working hard for the symbol of power that the worldly ambitious people who are drunk and dreaming have always dreamed of. Is this really the Buddhist Dharma that he wants to comprehend?

He laughed at himself secretly, his mind awakened, and he mobilized all the energy in his body and used the Heart Buddha Palm again.

However, after striking with the knife, Song Que turned around, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome of the blow. When the opponent turned around, he felt as if the entire ceiling was spinning with him. This was not an illusion, but an extremely real feeling.

Although the other party was tall, he was still a mortal after all. However, he had an immense aura that could overwhelm the sky and darken the earth. It was as if day and night had been reversed in an instant, and this place had turned from darkness to light.

The world within three meters has become the opponent's home court!
For the four great monks, whose Zen minds are as solid as rocks, who are in a state of communication between heaven and man at all times and who are closely integrated with nature, they should not be affected by the momentum of any opponent and have illusions in their minds, but it happened at this moment.

Unless this spiritual momentum is no longer just human power, but the power of heaven and earth.

The four great monks united their minds and launched powerful moves at the same time to meet the sword together.

In an instant, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the dense rain curtain seemed to be cut off by the knife and stopped.

The four great saints maintained their attacking postures, and their expressions seemed unchanged as before. "Puff", as raindrops fell on the four great saints, blood gushed out from their pores, and in the blink of an eye they turned into bloody men.

The blood flowed down with the rain and gathered into a puddle at the feet. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or blood.

After one cut, the rain gradually subsided.

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Fan Qinghui and Shi Zhixuan are fighting. One is the abbot of Cihang Jingzhai, a world-famous fairy beauty, and the other is a Confucian scholar on the surface, but secretly an old demon and evil king.

In terms of strength, Shi Zhixuan is far superior to Fan Qinghui, but he does not want to reveal his identity, so he can only cover up his roots in the Demon Sect. Not only can he not use the iconic Immortal Seal, he can't even use the Demon Sect's signature martial arts, and his strength is greatly reduced.

Although Fan Qinghui's realm is not as good as his disciple Shi Feixuan, his pure Buddhist energy should not be underestimated. For a while, the two of them fought back and forth.

However, as they continued to fight, the opponent gave Fan Qinghui a sense of déjà vu, and even as time went by, the feeling became more and more profound. How could it not be profound?
When Shi Zhixuan was young, he was chased everywhere by people from the Buddhist sect. He was a mortal enemy of Fan Qinghui. Even though he used Confucian martial arts mixed with Buddhist martial arts, the "demonic" flavor in his bones was too strong.

She could barely fool ordinary people, but Fan Qinghui practiced the Cihang Sword Canon, and her mental power was much stronger than that of an ordinary master. Even if the person in front of her was not that person, her intuition would give her a hint.

"No, who are you?"

"Master Fan Zhai wants to delay time? Or do you want to surrender?" Shi Zhixuan's heart skipped a beat and he retorted while drawing his sword.

Fan Qinghui had a rare cold expression on his face, staring at him intently, as if he wanted to see something from him.

This woman's mental perception is too sharp!

Shi Zhixuan was very surprised. In order to create the Immortal Seal, he had infiltrated Buddhism and became a monk for a long time. He had secretly learned a lot of martial arts from famous Buddhist sects and even learned the true essence.

After his religious faith was shattered, he served as an official and a monk at the same time. In terms of Buddhism, he was no worse than those top temple leaders. The title of eminent monk was not an exaggeration. The saying that Buddha can become a demon and the demon can become Buddha is proven in his case.

As a result, after just a few rounds in front of Fan Qinghui, this vest was about to fall off?

Fan Qinghui did not answer, but asked intently, "What are you hiding?"

However, although he wanted revenge, he was unable to use his magic martial arts. He could not use even 50% of his full strength, so it was difficult for him to defeat the opponent in a short period of time. He had to grit his teeth and remain silent.

Suddenly, Fan Qinghui's pupils shrank sharply, as if she had seen something incredible. She was hit by a sword in her turbulent mind, but she used the force to retreat. Her beautiful face was full of complexity, and she even had a faint bitter smile.

"Song Que!"

Only then did Shi Zhixuan sense a figure slowly walking towards him from behind, so he stopped. Song Que's appearance here naturally meant the end was self-evident, the four holy monks were already dead.

Song Que walked past him and stood about ten feet in front of Fan Qinghui. He didn't say anything, but just looked at her quietly.

Fan Qinghui's face was filled with bitterness, and he lost all his courage. He threw the sword in his hand to the ground, "Song Que, I, the Buddhist sect, admit defeat!"

"From the beginning, you had no chance of winning."

Fan Qinghui took a deep breath and suppressed his panic. "Song Que, the world is yours. I, the Buddhist sect, admit defeat. After this battle, the Buddhist temples will be closed for thirty years. How do you think?"

Song Que had no intention of reminiscing about the old times. "Buddhism can't stop me, and you have no right to negotiate with me. I said I would follow the story of Emperor Wu, and I will do it. Without you, the world will be a better place!"

Instantly, tears welled up in Fan Qinghui's eyes, but her face became more resolute, as if she was ready to sacrifice herself for Buddhism. "I know that Buddhism is against you, and you have resentment in your heart, but what are the millions of monks in the world guilty of? Aren't you afraid of following in the footsteps of Emperor Wu?"

The first two emperors who destroyed Buddhism did not live long, so Fan Qinghui made this statement.

Song Que replied calmly, "So what? If destroying Buddhism is a sin, it is my fault. As long as the people of the world can live a good life without being exploited and ravaged by Buddhism, everything is worth it. I have already done all this in Shu, so I am not afraid of doing more."

"For the sake of our old friendship, I will give you a decent ending. You can commit suicide." When he said this, his voice was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

Fan Qinghui cried silently and her mind collapsed. She knew that Song Que was a man of his word and would not lie to him. Her idea of ​​preserving the vitality of Buddhism was also seen through by him and he did not give her any chance.

When she thought about the Buddhist sect coming out in full force and being destroyed here, her heart ached. Hundreds of years of Buddhist cause had been ruined in her hands. Feelings of regret and fear kept spreading in her heart.

If she had not followed the rules of her sect and become a couple with Song Que, would the future of Buddhism be different?

But there are no ifs in this world.

There was a look of relief in her eyes, and she clasped her hands together towards Song Que, "Amitabha, I hope that Master Song will stop killing people and bring peace to the world soon. Even in the underworld, I will recite Buddhist scriptures to bless Master Song."

After saying this, she closed her eyes, circulated her internal energy, and severed her own heart meridian.

The abbot of Cihang Jingzhai, who was so handsome and charming that he once attracted many heroes from all over the world, has passed away.

Shi Zhixuan looked at Song Que, then at Fan Qinghui, and suddenly felt life was boring. He sheathed his sword. He was not very happy that his former enemy committed suicide in front of him.

At this time, Su Ming also came from a distance, his blue shirt still on, without a trace of rain or dust. He glanced at Fan Qinghui, and smiled at Song Que.

The Song clan won this game.

The four great monks were all killed, Fu Cailin died, Fan Qinghui committed suicide, and the remaining monks in Jingnian Zen Temple could not escape death. Monk Liaokong, Master Zhenyan and other Buddhist masters were all caught in one fell swoop, and Shi Feixuan was also beheaded by Kou Zhong with a knife, and she was deader than dead.

After this battle, the Buddhist high-ranking officials were severely injured and could no longer resist!
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At the same time, the Guanlong Allied Forces camp, dozens of miles away from Jiange, was in chaos.

No one expected that the Song clan, who had been guarding the pass for many days, had secretly deployed an elite force to raid the camp from behind the coalition forces.

In addition, heavy rain obstructed vision, the coalition forces suffered a crushing defeat and the situation was extremely chaotic.

"How could this happen? Everything is over."

Li Shimin rode his war horse on the mountain road, with fear and dread on his face. After Shi Feixuan and the others set out, he did not go to rest, but waited in the camp for their triumphant return.

But instead of a triumphant return, they encountered the elite troops of the Song clan. The other side was a fearless and elite force that cut through the entire camp.

Originally, the two families had their own ulterior motives and were wary of each other. After being manipulated by the Song clan, they fell into internal strife and their camp was completely destroyed.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have died there.

(End of this chapter)