The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 337 Bald Donkey Wants to Cooperate with Me?
Zhao Rumeng's face froze. The biggest bargaining chip she could offer was Buddhism. In this Central Plains, no one could ignore the influence of Buddhism. And Song Que did not refuse, which obviously meant that her bargaining chip was not enough.

"Your Highness has a biased impression of Buddhism. Most temples in the world are committed to guiding people to be good and saving all living beings. Only a few lawless people have sneaked into Buddhism and used the name of Buddhism to make a lot of money and exploit the people. We Buddhists are willing to accept Your Highness' orders and change our ways."

What I meant was that Buddhism is generally good, but some monks have recited the scriptures incorrectly. When the time comes, you can deal with them and I will support you, and all the money and food will belong to you.

In recent years, Song Que has also grown a beard, which makes him look more stable and dignified. Zhao Rumeng's words really made him laugh, "Haha, just a minority? Don't forget, your Buddhist sect is a foreign sect. When the Five Barbarians invaded China, you cooperated with the barbarians to suppress the Central Plains, right?"

"Choosing the Emperor on behalf of Heaven, what a big tone!"

Zhao Rumeng's heart tightened. She knew how much people hated Cihang Jingzhai in this matter. No emperor would tolerate a sect acting like this. "Your Highness, Buddhism has done a lot of wrong things in the past. Confucius said: Don't talk about things that have been done, don't advise on things that have not been done, and don't blame the past. Buddhism is willing to correct its mistakes, and I hope Your Highness will forgive it a little."

"That's a very good point. If I don't agree, it would seem that I am narrow-minded and petty." Song Que glanced at her calmly, "But you are too late. I have already said that I will do what Emperor Wu did, and I will definitely do it. You don't have the final say."

At this point, Zhao Rumeng couldn't persuade him any further, otherwise it would be considered as coercion. She didn't have the courage to do so in the Wu palace. Then, she came in front of Song Que, knelt down gently, first with her hands, then her knees, and finally with her forehead pressed on the cold floor tiles. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling to the ground, elegant and beautiful.

"Your Highness, I am aware of the sins of Buddhism, but I cannot bear to see the monks suffer. I am willing to serve in your place, enter the palace, serve you, and assist you in completing the great cause of unification. Please understand my words." A soft and crisp voice followed.

However, Song Que just sat there, motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything. Zhao Rumeng also knelt on the ground without getting up. The atmosphere froze in an instant.

After finishing a cup of tea, Song Que turned his gaze back to her, "Feeding the demon with your body?"

In the past, no one knew about Cihang Jingzhai’s style, but ever since Shi Zhixuan’s incident, heroes all over the world have been wary of this sect famous for its beauties and fairies. Even a hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty, and no one wants to end up like Shi Zhixuan.

Cihang Jingzhai's delusion of replicating his body is wishful thinking!
"Your Highness, calm down. I just want to help you and save Buddhism. I have no other intentions. Your Highness is a remarkable man who has rebuilt the country. How can a mere evil thief be compared to you? I am willing to lead the Buddhist temples headed by Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Temple to surrender to the Kingdom of Wu." Zhao Rumeng still did not stand up, and her voice was weak and pleading. "The Cihang Sword Canon passed down by the sect can also be handed over to the Kingdom of Wu. Please help me, Your Highness."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Song Que's eyes. The successors of Cihang Jingzhai were really getting worse with each generation.

“Cihang Sword Classic? Is it precious? The name of the Four Great Books has only been spread in recent decades. Do you really think that the Cihang Sword Classic is comparable to the other three martial arts books? Even if I want to take it, I will get it after I fight to Hedong and break through the gate of your Cihang Jingzhai. In terms of martial arts, the Cihang Sword Classic is not as good as the Changsheng Jue and Tianmo Strategy. In terms of swordsmanship, the Cihang Sword Classic is not as good as the Piaomiao Sword Technique!”

At this moment, Zhao Rumeng was silent. Is the Cihang Sword Classic precious? There is no doubt about this question. The martial arts that even Ning Daoqi wants to see are naturally not bad, but it depends on the person. Especially for the Song family, the Cihang Sword Classic is not so important, because the Song family has two people who have mastered the Changsheng Jue and the number one sword in the Central Plains who dominates the world.

"Go ahead, and remember to tell me a message."

Zhao Rumeng stood up from the ground, tears welling up in her bright eyes, "Please speak clearly, Your Highness."

"The struggle for the world is the Central Plains' own business. If anyone brings in foreign enemies, you will not be able to bear the consequences. Don't say I didn't warn you." After he finished speaking, Song Que flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Zhao Rumeng stood there alone, lost in thought. After a while, a servant came over and said, "Miss Zhao, please come in."

She looked at the empty chair, sighed in her heart, and left with the eunuch.

……

Chang'an City, inside the Buddhist temple.

Old Monk Liaoran sat under a bodhi tree, his face looking sad. "Song Que has been sitting in Lingnan for thirty years, his mind is far beyond that of ordinary people. You want to serve him with your body, but it's difficult to accomplish. I didn't expect that he didn't even want the Cihang Sword Manual. It seems that he is determined to deal with my Buddhist sect."

Zhao Rumeng was dressed in a plain dress, with a rare look of confusion on her face. Her master and senior sister died in Hanzhong, and she was appointed to be the successor of Cihang Jingzhai and act on their behalf. But in the current situation, she was powerless to do anything.

It is obvious that the master and the senior sister were able to thrive in the world, lead the world and hold the reins of the white way, but why is it that when it comes to her, she has a hard time? The Buddhist sect has been severely damaged and has shrunk to Guanzhong to protect itself. She cannot even suppress the internal conflicts and finds it difficult to lead the temples.

After a long silence, she said anxiously, "Master, we really need to be prepared."

Monk Liaoran sighed and asked, "Emperor Wu destroyed Buddhism for wealth and troops. Song Que is about to take over the world, why does he always keep harping on Buddhism?"

As a high-ranking monk respected by Buddhism, he felt that since Buddhism had surrendered, Song Que should also quit while he was ahead and make it good for both of us. However, he did not do so and continued to pursue Buddhism, forcing it to become his enemy.

Conventionally speaking, this is the case. Any person in power should go with the flow and gain the greatest benefit when faced with such a situation. However, they forgot that the Song clan was fighting for the restoration of the Han Dynasty, and that the Hu people and Hu religions were to be suppressed, including the right to ideological, cultural, religious discourse, etc.

As he spoke, he seemed to have made up his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Well, if that's the case, then I have no choice but to take the risk."

Zhao Rumeng had a bad feeling, "Uncle Master, what are you going to do?"

The kind face of the old monk Liao Ran showed a sneer, "Since the Song clan cannot tolerate our Buddhist sect, then don't blame us for being desperate. The tragic scene of Emperor Wu's destruction of Buddhism is still vivid in our minds. I cannot sit idly by and watch."

"The maintenance of the Hedong Li Clan depends on you. I will go to Luoyang for a while."

……

Jinyong City.

Li Mi sat on the main seat in the hall, frowning, "The situation is changing so quickly, what good strategies do you have?"

Cheng Yaojin clenched his fists and said angrily, "The Yuwen and Li clans are really useless. They were almost annihilated by the Song clan. Even if they were hundreds of thousands of pigs, they couldn't be killed so quickly. If they hadn't lost so quickly, how could the Song clan have the energy to leave Shu?"

Then, Shan Xiongxin beside him nodded and agreed, "Brother Yaojin is right. I thought the Song clan and the Guanlong Alliance would fight each other and consume each other, just like the Wei Kingdom and the Shu Kingdom hundreds of years ago. Who knew that the Guanlong Alliance would be defeated so miserably."

Wang Bodang, dressed in white, sighed and said with worry, "Indeed, the Song clan is fighting too fiercely. It is difficult for us to stop them. It is said that their catapults are very powerful and can attack cities and capture strongholds. I am worried that Jinyong City will not be able to stop them."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person shouted at the top of his voice, "How can we not stop it? Jinyong City is an important military town. Even Wang Shichong couldn't capture it. How can you take it down with just a small catapult? It's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

As soon as he spoke, all the generals' faces turned cold and no one answered. This man was called Bing Yuanzhen and was Li Mi's confidant. He often made slanderous remarks and intensified the conflicts in Wagangzhai. The generals hated him to the core, but they thought that he was Li Mi's man and could not be touched.

Li Mi had no choice but to smooth things over and ease the atmosphere. "Okay, let's discuss this later. Let's first discuss how to deal with the enemy."

"Husband, you're back." In the evening, Li Mi dragged his tired body back to the room. As soon as he entered the door, a charming figure came over, took off her clothes, and helped him sit down.

"Ah."

In the past, Li Mi would definitely hug the other person happily, but today, he had no interest at all. He replied casually and stared blankly at the roof without saying a word.

"Husband, you've been tired all day, let's have a drink tonight." The woman had a charming face and a spring-like look between her brows. She was a beauty that made people think of bed when they saw her.

"You can do whatever you want. I want to be alone for a while." Li Mi waved his hand and closed his eyes.

The woman's eyes were moving, her expression was charming, and she walked away with her waist twisted.

At night, Li Mi was drunk and was helped to lie down on the bed.

He had just laid down when the woman who had been as gentle as water changed her expression in an instant. She first looked at him with disgust, and then she made some seals with her hands, and a series of eerie auras emerged. Li Mi also opened his eyes, but they were dull and lifeless.

Judging from the woman's movements, she was obviously very familiar with it.

The woman's eyes met Li Mi's. Her dark pupils seemed to glow with magic, and instantly attracted Li Mi. "What happened during the day?"

At this moment, Li Mi's eyes were fixed on nothing else. He obediently told the woman what happened during the day in a disjointed manner. After he finished speaking, the woman asked a few more questions. When she could not get any more answers, she stopped and comforted Li Mi to sleep.

Then, she changed into night clothes, turned into a shadow, went out of the window, avoided the visible and hidden sentries, and sneaked into Luoyang City.

……

"Master, Li Mi..."

Luoyang, on the rooftop of Tingfangxuan, the charming woman who served Li Mi during the day was kneeling on the ground respectfully.

Not far away sat a woman in palace dress, her face half covered by a veil, a pair of beautiful eyebrows slanting into her temples, eyes as black as lacquer and extremely bright, her skin as flawless as white jade, delicate and fair, with an unparalleled elegant temperament.

After she finished speaking, Zhu Yuyan looked at her approvingly and said, "Qing'er, you did a good job."

"This is what disciples should do."

"Okay, in a few days, I will pass on the last few levels of the Ca Nu Da Fa to you. However, no one has been able to master this skill for hundreds of years, so it's not too late for you to change your practice now." There was some exhortation in his words.

Bai Qing'er didn't notice Zhu Yuyan's tone, her pretty face was full of smiles, "Thank you, Master."

Zhu Yuyan's beautiful eyes also revealed some worry, "This man is really incompetent. I thought Wang Shichong would take this opportunity to capture Luoyang when he came to attack, but I didn't expect them to stop fighting halfway. I wasted all my efforts to help him."

"Now, Wagangzhai is in a dilemma. It is like a turtle in a jar, with no way out."

Although she didn't understand war, she could at least see the simple situation clearly. There was Wang Shichong in front of Wagangzhai and the Wu Kingdom behind it. They were sandwiched in the middle and had no room to move.

On the contrary, Wang Shichong had other way out. As long as he surrendered to Guanzhong and gave up Luoyang, he could find a backer, because Luoyang was, in a sense, the gateway to Guanzhong. If Guanzhong obtained Luoyang, the situation would be very different.

Bai Qing'er was disappointed, "Master, what should we do?"

Zhu Yuyan glanced at her and said, "Of course I'll sell it for a good price, otherwise I'll let you die in vain."

Now, she couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had met Su Ming in the past and had some friendship with him, so the Yinkui Sect did not suffer a complete loss.

……

At this time, a monk walked out of Jingnian Zen Temple. He crossed the streets and alleys and went straight to Tingfangxuan.

"Oh!"

A dull voice sounded in the night, followed by Zhu Yuyan's cold shout, "Monk, what are you doing here?"

"Amitabha, please calm down, female donor. I am not here for you." The old monk Liaoran responded in a deep voice, holding a string of black Buddhist beads in his hand.

Zhu Yuyan looked at Ting Fangxuan whose roof was shot through, her anger still lingering, "If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Luoyang."

The old monk Liaoran stood about ten feet away, his voice still tepid, "Master Zhu, let's be frank. I came here today to cooperate with you on behalf of Jingnian Zen Temple, not for anything else."

What? Bald Donkey wants to cooperate with me?
Zhu Yuyan was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong. But when she saw the calm look in the old monk's eyes, she was sure that she had not heard it wrong. Since it was Jingnian Zen Temple, it was not surprising that her identity was exposed.

"Monk, what do you mean?"

"Wu is coming with great force. Li Mi cannot stop them, and Guanzhong is also seriously injured and unable to fight. As long as the two sides cooperate, we may not be powerless."

Just after she finished speaking, Zhu Yuyan sneered, "Are you kidding? Two great masters, what can you use to stop them?"

Monk Liao Ran smiled grimly, revealing his white teeth, and said sinisterly, "Grandmasters are also human beings, and cannot solve all problems. We have ways to deal with them, but Li Mi may not have them. Master Zhu should think twice."

"Your Jingnian Temple has never produced a grandmaster, so you don't understand how powerful a grandmaster is. I'll pretend I haven't heard of this." Zhu Yuyan shook her head and turned around to leave. In fact, what she was thinking about was to tell the Song family about this and do them a favor.

Monk Liaoran seemed to be certain that she would not leave, and said slowly, "The Grand Master can kill a thousand people, ten thousand people, or a hundred thousand people? It's not just our two families that want to deal with the Song Clan."

(End of this chapter)