From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

The forty years of Daqian.

Zhongzhou, Taishi Mountains.

The north wind blew, the sky and the earth faded, the towering mountains rose and fell, seemingly endless, and all white from top to bottom, like snow waves piling up, reaching the end of the blue sky.

This mountain range is one of the Feng Shui dragon veins of the Daqian Dynasty. It is a thousand miles in radius and spans three provinces. The ancestral home of Zen Buddhism and the world's number one temple, the Dachan Temple, is located here.

There are thousands of Buddhist temples at the dragon head of the mountain range, with numerous palaces and towers stacked up in rows and formations, like the seal of a god, pressing down on the dragon veins.

Today, this Buddhist holy place has lost its former solemnity and tranquility. Flags are flying, armor is sweeping in from all directions like a torrent, shouts of killing are deafening, and the place is surrounded.

More than ten thousand monks formed a battle formation and tried their best to resist the armored soldiers. People fell down every moment, their corpses were torn into pieces, and their blood was spilled, soaking the thick snow.

Although each of these monks is a person of extraordinary merit, more and more soldiers are coming from all directions, their number is at least ten times that of the monks, and they are also supported by many firearms, divine thunders, and iron cannons.

A head-on collision between the two sides will naturally give the advantage to one side.

With every charge, the armored soldiers' momentum grew stronger. As they pressed down layer by layer, the monks of the Great Zen Temple had been cut into pieces by the enemy's numerical advantage. It would not be long before they were completely wiped out.

Above the front battlefield, there was a group of Taoists and scholars with fluttering sleeves, feathered robes and star-shaped crowns, riding the wind, displaying their Taoist magic and sending talismans falling like rain, stopping several elders of the Printing Generation in the Great Zen Temple.

The most famous martial arts masters in the Great Zen Temple, the five hundred golden arhats, the one hundred and eight bodhisattvas, and the four heavenly kings, were also entangled by the opponent's strong men and fought against each other. They had the power to break the enemy's formation, but they could not use it.

Even if the monks were killed until their sticks were broken and their swords were shattered, it was difficult to reverse the situation. Few of them died heroically, and most of them died in sadness, despair, and misery.

At the main hall at the top of the mountain, a big monk with angry eyebrows, angular face and bright eyes noticed this, gnashed his teeth, the veins in his cheeks twitched, and his aura was extremely ferocious.

Beside him, there were two old monks with their hands clasped together. The thoughts of overcoming the thunder tribulation were crystal clear, like diamonds, condensing into the images of the Great and Powerful Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva and the King of Destruction, struggling forward to strangle them.

In front of the three men was a young man wearing a tall hat, a wide belt, and a robe with big sleeves. Even when facing the siege of three top masters, he was still able to handle it with ease.

The Great and Powerful Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva represents the purest power and might. One move of his can shake the world in all directions. Even a martial arts saint has to avoid his edge.

But the young man just raised his sleeves, stretched out a white palm, and with a light pinch, he crushed the mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva who attacked him.

The old monk stared and shouted:

"Meng Shenji, you have indeed cultivated a human immortal body!"

Meng Shenji's expression was calm, his brows lit up, and a sword light flew out, cutting the five Dharma images of the Great Bright Kings in half. The other old monk also trembled all over and collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to fight.

"So what if I have a human immortal body?!"

With an angry roar, the big monk with twisted muscles and a ferocious aura jumped up and punched Meng Shenji.

The aftermath of his steps alone caused the huge main hall behind him, which occupied an area of ​​​​Aurora, to collapse and turn into complete ruins. The entire mountaintop was also shaking and trembling, with cracks spreading from it, and it was about to collapse.

Amidst the rising smoke and dust, a stream of energy condensed like a rainbow, rising across the sky and changing the weather of the world.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, even the ghost immortals who had survived the thunder tribulation only felt that there was a dazzling golden light all around their bodies, making it difficult for them to use their Taoist magic. Their souls were burning with heat and they were in extreme pain.

It is the meaning of Human Immortal Fist!

Meng Shenji saw a golden Buddha suddenly rise from the big monk. The Buddha was wearing a cassock and pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. Although he did not say a word, he had an air of strength that claimed he was the only one in the world and dominated the world.

Such great magic power, great majesty, and great supernatural powers are now in the hands of the big monk. With one punch, the Tathagata is born!

For the first time, there was a gleam in Meng Shenji's eyes, and once this emotion appeared, it was like a flood that was opened, difficult to suppress. It contained romance, swords, and horses... It seemed that he took in all the world in his eyes.

"Fighting Buddha Yin Yue, what a Fighting Buddha!"

He waved his right hand, and a shimmering divine sword appeared in his hand, as if it were made of flowing water. He chanted:

"The Three Great Swords, Time!"

Meng Shenji held the knife like a pen and splashed ink with the sword in a casual manner. He slashed the sky with the magic sword. Although it was done casually, the sword's intent was extremely heavy, as it wanted to cut through the long river of time and penetrate the past, present and future.

The fist that dominates the world, and the sword that is unrivaled in ancient and modern times, finally came into head-on confrontation. Although Yin Yue was an immortal fighting against Buddha, he was ultimately defeated by the powerful Taoist magic of Meng Shenji, the best in the world, and his fist intent was shattered on the spot!

After being hit, Yin Yue had a line of blood on his chest and abdomen. His body fell backwards, smashing the top of the mountain into pieces and burying him in the earth and rocks.

On the Golden Summit of Taishi Mountain, an old monk with white eyebrows stood up. He was the abbot of Dachan Temple.

Although he had survived four thunder tribulations and remained firmly among the world's top strong men, even better than the so-called ten great demon immortals, he was already exhausted from long battles and was on the verge of running out of energy.

There were four or five ghost immortals and martial saints who were eyeing the abbot, and Meng Shenji was also watching him covetously. Even if he had supernatural powers, there was no way he could survive.

The old abbot ignored these malicious and murderous gazes and walked slowly to the Golden Summit of Taishi Mountain. He took hold of the striker and struck the huge bell at the usual rhythm.

The bells sounded mournful and sad.

This bell is not some precious treasure, but it is the bell that reminds the monks to attend morning classes. When the bell rings, the sound can be heard over a hundred miles away, enough to disperse the floating clouds and break up the snow, creating an extremely solemn atmosphere.

When the Dachan Temple was at its peak, thousands of monks would rise up at the sound of the bell, their breath turning into wind and their exhalation turning into thunder. Their blood and energy were thriving, like a huge furnace that could burn away all the snow and wind, leaving the temple as clean as new.

But now, at the same early morning, the old abbot burned out his last divine power and sent the sound of the bell to every corner of the Taishi Mountains, shaking the ten directions and causing Taishi Mountain to collapse. The lingering sound was full of sighs.

Even the imperial soldiers, martial arts masters, and even the many Taoist ghosts who were taking part in the siege were speechless and kept silent for a long time when they heard the sound of the bell.

Dachan Temple, is it really dead?!
Meng Shenji was not moved at all, as if the emotional fluctuations just displayed were nothing more than empty flowers of fantasy, blooming and falling, leaving no trace in his empty and clear mind.

He flicked his long sleeves, stretched out his hands, tore the bodies of the two ghost immortal monks beside him, pulled out two souls, and devoured and refined them.

After doing all this, Meng Shenji flew to the Golden Summit again, put his hands together to form a sword, and stabbed it into the old abbot's forehead. He once again pulled out a galaxy formed by tens of thousands of crystal thoughts, opened his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach, refining it with his internal energy.

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard, rising into the sky, filled with extreme grief and indignation.

"Dream God Machine!!!"

With a loud shout, the mountains shook and the earth trembled. A figure with burning blood and energy, like the scorching sun, rushed out from the ruins, with his fist intent and vital energy rising to the extreme.

It’s Yin Yue!

All of Yin Yue's 108 acupoints were opened, drawing in the earth's magnetic field and the sky's electricity, as well as all the vital energy, which was circulated in the body, condensed into unparalleled strength, evolving into the Tathagata's Dharma Seal, and with an invincible force in the world, he punched out!
The method of practice of the abbot of the Great Zen Temple is the "Past Amitabha Sutra", one of the three supreme secret scriptures, which has the ability to keep the past unchanged and the soul immortal.

Therefore, even though he was only a fourth-tribulation ghost immortal, his soul was unreasonably strong, making it impossible for Meng Shenji, a seventh-tribulation ghost immortal, to refine it in the first place, and instead he had to devote most of his energy to it.

Yin Yue seized this opportunity and blasted out the "Tathagata Seal" in an effort to forcefully suppress and kill Meng Shenji.

——At the very least, this person’s immortal body must be destroyed!

Faced with Yin Yue's desperate fight, Meng Shenji was unwilling to confront him head-on and just waved his sleeves.

Suddenly, a cloud of fire was seen rolling in the sky. It was vast and thick, boundless and endless. A giant claw as big as an acre of field stretched out from it, with rugged scales and a ferocious look. It blocked Yin Yue's way, blocking the way of this fighting Buddha.

This is the incarnation that Meng Shenji created after he survived seven thunder tribulations with his immense magical powers and created things out of thin air - the Nine Fire Flame Dragon!
The powerful Taoist masters in the world would be terrified and unable to control themselves just by hearing these four words, let alone fighting against them head on.

Even though it is only an external incarnation, this Nine Fire Dragon has magical powers comparable to those of a thunder master. Yin Hai and Yin Hui, who just died at the hands of Meng Shenji, were once stopped by it.

But in front of Yin Yue's Human Immortal Fist that burned his essence and almost destroyed his own fist, let alone a master of thunder tribulation, even a legendary giant who had survived five or six thunder tribulations, what could he count for? !

As soon as the Nine Fire Dragon came into contact with it, its body was broken into pieces. The fire clouds in the sky were swept away, and the world became clear. The Grand Master and Martial Saint who were attacking the Great Zen Temple were all shocked when they saw this scene.

Meng Shenji had not expected that Yin Yue's fist intent and fist power would be so powerful that even the Nine Fire Dragon would find it difficult to stop him - the combination of the human immortal's physical body and the human immortal's boxing skills was truly terrifying!
However, human immortals also have their own flaws.

No matter how high Yin Yue's boxing skills are, he cannot fly into the sky or hide in the ground unless he reaches the pinnacle realm where he can understand all the orifices, break through the barrier of life and death, and have his boxing skills span the universe.

Although Meng Shenji used his divine consciousness to move the immortal's body, his speed of escape was still beyond the reach of Yin Yue due to his realm of the Creator who had experienced seven thunder tribulations.

Although Yin Yue's attack, which burned his blood, energy and essence, was extremely powerful, the time he could exert his strength was extremely short. As long as Meng Shenji could delay for a while longer, this human-immortal fighting Buddha would naturally be at the end of his strength.

Meng Shenji retreated thousands of feet in the air and came directly to another mountain from the main hall.

The snow here is thick, the cliffs are steep, and it is extremely dangerous. Normally, only martial monks at the grandmaster level would come here to strengthen their bodies, so it is a deserted place.

At this moment, a crystal clear purple light suddenly burst out from behind Meng Shenji. This purple light was like a ghost or god slashing out from the void, with no origin and no destination, and its momentum was tragic and domineering, and there would be no return once it was gone.

Meng Shenji's whole body trembled, his blood was burning, and the divine sword of time came out again in his right hand. The sword light spun around, scattering a stream of time and water, twisting the void and turning it into a fence barrier. He shouted:
"Gong Yang Yu!"

The purple lightning blade struck the flowing water of time, and although it could hardly advance an inch, it also hindered Meng Shenji's movement.

Yin Yue grasped the opportunity accurately, leaped from the main hall to here, drew a long golden rainbow in the sky, and punched Meng Shenji's head directly.

Meng Shenji's brows lit up, his spiritual thoughts broke out of his body and condensed into a long sword with a thin blade. The blade was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the world.

He shouted, holding the knife in his left hand, and rushed towards Monk Yinyue:
"The Three Supreme Swords, the Universe!"

With a swing of the long sword, countless long lines crisscrossed and shone brilliantly, distorting the structure of the void and deriving from one small world after another, blocking Yin Yue's way.

Ghost immortals who have survived four thunder tribulations have the power to create the world with a single thought, but their small world is extremely unstable and requires help from human power or magic weapons to barely maintain it.

Ke Meng Shen Ji's "Sword of the Universe" could reach up to the sky and down to the earth, across all directions, boundless and endless. For a moment, the area ten feet in front of Yin Yue was filled with bizarre scenes.

The "Tathagata Dharma Seal" can certainly dominate the world, but with so many worlds, even if you, Yinyue, really have the power of Tathagata, how can you penetrate them? !
When Yin Yue was trapped in the infinite universe and unable to break free, the purple lightning sword light behind Meng Shen's machine rolled and a figure suddenly appeared.

The man was wearing an angular battle armor, the entire body of which was made up of red-gold scales with a misty purple light flowing through it. His helmet was a dragon head with prominent horns and swaying long beard, looking extremely noble.

He clenched his fist and shouted:
"The heavens become shadows, wheel! wheel! wheel!"

With a long shout and a mantra, the man's figure suddenly split into thousands, and all of them attacked Meng Shenji. His fists were as powerful as the sky, covering ninety-nine states, and were extremely strong and domineering.

Meng Shenji held out the Sword of Time, cutting off thousands of fist shadows, but a hand with scaly armor clenched into a fist, pierced through the rippling sword light, tore through many divine thoughts, and hit him in the back.

The strongest man in the world immediately blushed, but his eyes remained calm and he looked up at the sky.

All I heard was a majestic and overbearing voice, as if it controlled the heaven and earth and enveloped the whole area, coming from high up in the sky, carrying with it a sense of golden rules that could not be disobeyed.

"Meng Shenji, today is the day you die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant ship, eighteen stories high, which looked more like a palace than a building, broke through the barrier of the void and crashed into Meng Shenji.

In this world, the Yunmeng Empire has a large warship named "Mengshen". It was built with the efforts of the entire country and the call of skilled craftsmen. It took a full two hundred years and dozens of generations to build.

This Mongolian warship is more than ten feet high, like a giant sea fortress. It is a national treasure and will not be used easily.

But now this giant ship is more than ten times larger than the Mengshen ship. It is simply the mount of the King of Gods. It is a genuine divine ship that even the ancient Holy Emperors look up to.

Yin Yue's "Tathagata Seal" dominates the world, and Meng Shenji's Time Divine Sword is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, both of which are first-class unique skills in this world.

But this giant ship gives people a feeling that it is capable of crossing the three thousand worlds, the ten directions of the void, passing through the great catastrophe of the era, and reaching the other shore. It is much better than the boxing skills of the two people.

It's a pity that although this divine ship is majestic and imposing, a closer look reveals that it has many damages on it, as if it had just sailed from an extremely tragic ancient battlefield and has not yet recovered.

Even so, the power of this divine warship is unparalleled. Even a strong man who has experienced seven thunder tribulations must be prepared to be smashed to pieces and disintegrated on the spot if he meets its attack head-on.

Meng Shenji turned around, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he let out a long roar:
"Hong Xuanji, Yang Pan, you are looking for death!"

Just as this divine warship broke through the air and crashed into the Dream God Machine, the distant blue sky suddenly became extremely dark, as if a surging black tide was coming from the end of the sky, sweeping across the heaven and earth and engulfing the entire world!
Meng Shenji, Yang Pan, Hong Xuanji, Gong Yangyu, Yin Yue who was trapped in the sword energy of the universe, and a group of martial saints and ghost immortal masters on the battlefield, all felt shocked at this moment, as if a catastrophe was about to happen, the end of the world!

"This is... the Nine Tribulations Divine Mind?!"

Meng Shen Ji's face changed color for the first time!
However, in the surging black tide, a huge red star rose slowly, dragging a long tail of flame, and fell towards the center of the battlefield. In an instant, it pierced through hundreds of miles of void and came roaring.

The Titan ship was the first to be hit by the huge red star.

The ship shook, and the top two floors of the eighteen-story building collapsed immediately. A terrifying shock wave erupted from mid-air, extending in all directions, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack within a thousand miles. The armored soldiers who were fighting fiercely in the mountains suffered heavy losses in this natural disaster. Only the martial saints and masters who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts still had some strength to protect themselves.

The rest were buried in the falling earth and surging snow. The lucky ones died on the spot, while the unlucky ones were seriously injured and disabled, and could only struggle and wait for death in the cold and snowy mountains.

That majestic voice once again echoed in everyone's heart. Although it was still majestic, it also carried a lingering sense of fear and shock:
"who are you?!"

In this world, there are actually strong people of this level? !

The big ship tilted, and a hole was created from the deck to the cabin and then to the bottom of the ship. The big red star continued to move forward, first piercing through the divine ship and then hitting the Meng Shenji, crushing his immortal body into pieces.

At this moment, Yin Yue, who had just broken through the sword energy of the universe and met this big star, was shocked and smashed into the ground of Taishi Mountain. The main peak of Taishi Mountain toppled and collapsed, causing another violent earthquake with a wide impact!

Above the ruins, another peak rises.

The mountain was hundreds of feet high, red all over, and crystal clear. There seemed to be raging flames and molten magma flowing inside. The heat was steaming and the fire clouds were dense, turning the area within a hundred miles into a pot of hot purgatory soup. The molten magma overflowed and burned everything.

After the huge earthquake, the whole world was silent.

Countless masters, whether they were on the battlefield in Zhongzhou or not, noticed the changes in the place. Some sent their divine thoughts, while others cast spells to watch from afar. For a moment, the void and divine will were intertwined, and it was very lively.

The world beyond heaven, the central world.

A man in a bright red robe and with a flawless physique walked in from outside the hall, bowed to the man at the top, and said in a deep voice:
"Leader, the world has changed..."

His voice was filled with a strong murderous tone, and even more so with the tyranny of Shunchang's rebellion. He seemed to be a peerless figure with a respected status and supreme power.

This person is the Minister of War of the Central World.

The leader waved his sleeves and said nonchalantly:
“I have used supreme Taoist techniques to investigate the origins of that alien planet. It turned out to be a rare and powerful master in the magic world. He has survived at least nine thunder tribulations and has extraordinary Taoist techniques.

Although he only has a little bit of divine consciousness left, now that he has fallen into the world, he can cause a turmoil. He is just the right person to lead the way for us, so there is no need to worry. "

Upon hearing this, the Minister of War nodded and agreed with his leader's judgment. To their Central World, although masters who had experienced nine thunder tribulations were powerful, they were by no means invincible.

If this person can disrupt the situation in the universe, then it will be easy for the Central World to invade again in the future.

After the leader finished speaking, he raised his head and suddenly said:

"Wu Hui, you are naughty again."

A voice as sweet as a silver bell, as light as a bird, came from outside the hall, gradually fading away, laughing:
"Don't worry, Daddy. Wuhui won't make trouble anymore. I'll go to the prison right away to accompany Brother Wuyi!"

The leader looked at the Minister of War, and the two looked at each other and sighed at the same time, both for the leader's daughter "Wuhui" and for the "Brother Wuyi" she mentioned.

Xu Wuhui has an upright posture, a delicate and angular face, and eyebrows as sharp as knives. He is impressive at first sight. He is full of energy and blood. He is a pinnacle human immortal who has cultivated to the realm of "one orifice leads to a hundred orifices".

At her age, she could be proud of such achievements, but compared with the person she was looking for, the realm of the peak human immortal was still far away.

Xuwuhui's destination is a star that is extremely far away from Panxing. This star is isolated in the void, billions of miles away from the surroundings, and no other stars can be seen. It is cold, desolate and lonely.

Even a powerful creator who has survived seven thunder tribulations will feel despair and evil thoughts in his heart upon seeing this star, because it is decorated with extremely powerful Taoist magic that can penetrate the strong and destroy the weak, directly attacking the heart.

As Xu Wuhui just stepped into this place, a young man appeared and stood in front of her.

This young man has a well-proportioned figure, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and facial features that seem to be chiseled by a knife and an axe. He is extremely heroic and his appearance is full of masculine and majestic beauty.

Such a person can easily give people the impression of being strong and domineering, not to mention his high status, great power, and strong martial arts skills, which can be said to be unique in the world.

But at this moment, the young man's face was covered with unkempt stubble and he looked tired, revealing a kind of emptiness, decadence and indifference from the inside out that did not belong to him.

All of these things mixed together into an indescribable loneliness that is about to burst out.

When Xu Wuhui saw that the man whom he deeply admired and respected was now in such a state, he was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, a great sadness surged in his heart, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

"elder brother!"

There is only one person in the world who can be called like this by Xu Wuhui, and that is Xu Wuyi, the son of Panxing leader Xu Yi, the top martial arts master known as "Qi King".

The young man took two steps forward, wiped away the tears on her face, and said calmly:
"Wu Hui, are you here for that evil star?"

Xuwu turned her head and nodded slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Xuwu turned around. Her eyes seemed to cross the infinite sea of ​​stars and landed on a certain void. Her voice was long and leisurely, with a sense of penetrating people's hearts, and she said slowly:

"Does Xu Yi think that the man is a powerful demon, so he told you not to act rashly and let him harm the world first to pave the way for future plans?"

Xuwu nodded, obviously already familiar with Xuwuyi's magical powers and was not surprised by this.

Xu Wuyi shook his head and said:
"Practice martial arts and Taoism all depend on purity. Even if one practices like Xu Yi to reach a very high level, his mind will be distracted and he will not be able to penetrate the true subtleties of martial arts, let alone exhaust any path."

Even towards his own biological father, Xu Wuyi had no awe at all and commented on it off the cuff. As he looked at that place, his eyes suddenly became fiery.

"So, he couldn't tell that the man was not a powerful demon at all. On the contrary, the strength of his fist was the only one I have ever seen in my life. He was clearly a master of great accomplishments in martial arts."

There was an extra persistence in his eyes of nothingness, a persistence for transcendence. This persistence broke through the lonely and desolate temperament, making him become extremely pure.

Xuwu looked back at his brother, with his cloak fluttering behind him, and felt a pain in his heart, knowing that in his heart, there was only martial arts, and there was no room for any romantic feelings.

Xuwu turned around and looked at Xuwuhui, his eyes shining brightly, and he said lightly:

"This time, I want to go to the universe in person to meet this powerful man and verify with him what I have learned throughout my life!"

Xu Wuhui was startled and asked subconsciously:
"Brother, if you leave, this deadly prison..."

Xuwu stood with his hands behind his back, walked slowly forward, and said loudly:

"If I, Xu Wuyi, want to leave, who can stop me? The seven ministers can't, the heads of the families can't, and Xu Yi... can't even more."

After the words fell, Xuwuyi had disappeared into the dark void, and the lingering sound echoed lingeringly. Xuwu looked back at his back, without saying a word for a long time, just letting out a long sigh.

-

Yujing City, Wu Wenhou Mansion.

In a secluded courtyard in the northwest corner, a young man in a blue shirt with delicate features lit a charcoal fire, spread out a book, and was reading.

After reading the classics and essays prepared for the imperial examinations, the young man opened a notebook. The contents were all absurd and uninhibited matters about gods and ghosts, which were not suitable for a scholar.

However, the young people still watched with great interest.

Ever since the natural disaster that affected Zhongzhou and destroyed the entire Dachan Temple twenty years ago, strange and supernatural things have been happening one after another.

Although the young man was in the mansion of Marquis Wu Wen, he often heard about it and became even more curious.

There is another reason why Hong Yi is pursuing this matter.

According to legend, the West Mountain outside Yujing City was the peak of Mount Taishi that fell from the sky after the great war twenty years ago.

The masters in the court, especially Wu Wenhou Hong Xuanji, believed that the mountain was ominous and should be suppressed by dragon energy. So they used their great magic power to move the mountain from Zhongzhou all the way to outside Yujing City and named it West Mountain.

The mother of the young man Hong Yi, Meng Bingyun, was born into a brothel and married into the mansion of a marquis as a concubine. After her death, she was not allowed to enter the Hong family's ancestral temple, so she was buried in the West Hill, with only a lonely grave.

Li Shenguang, the current Minister of Rites and a famous official of the dynasty, once wrote a letter to criticize Hong Xuanji and the Neo-Confucian school he founded based on this incident.

"In the 40th year of Daqian, Mars went retrograde and approached the imperial throne. At night, a red comet pierced the Big Dipper and the Ox. This was a warning from heaven, a sign that the country was in danger.

I have secretly observed that Grand Master Hong Xuanji, who presided over the Imperial Lecture, advocated "preserving the principles of heaven and eliminating human desires". His theory seems to be correct but is actually wrong. The way of heaven values ​​life, and the sage's rituals are nothing more than guiding the people to harmony.

Today, the followers of the mysterious are killing people with reason, and treating the people as straw dogs. Inside and outside the capital, frozen bones blocked the roads; between the Yangtze River and the Huai River, starving people filled the fields.

Such cruelty has violated the harmony of heaven, so there are evil stars indicating changes. Isn't this a clear proof that Hongxue is causing political chaos?
What's even more horrifying is that the demon took advantage of this violence, gathered the dragon party in Yunwu Mountain and Demon God Cave in the East China Sea, gathered resentment as a banner, and repeatedly invaded the Central Earth Tianzhou, causing widespread harm and running rampant.

This is all because of the rampant evil teachings in the court, which has led to the spread of evil spirits outside. In the past, when the Holy Emperor established rituals, all spirits obeyed. Now that Hongxue is rampant, all demons are dancing wildly. The lessons of gain and loss are clear as day. "

Although Hong Yi is Hong Xuanji's biological son, he never agrees with the school of Neo-Confucianism founded by his father.

Moreover, because of his humble birth, he suffered a lot of grievances in Wu Wenhou's mansion, but Hong Xuanji never asked about it. He also covered up the death of his mother and was extremely indifferent.

Therefore, whenever Hong Yi read Li Shenguang's letter which was similar to a manifesto, he always felt his blood boiling and he felt relaxed and comfortable. He wanted to let out a long roar to express his feelings and vent his hatred.

He had also inquired from many sources about the origin of the monster mentioned in the last paragraph.

It is said that twenty years ago, the imperial court led an army to attack the Dachan Temple. When the attack was about to be accomplished, a huge star suddenly fell to the ground, and almost all the army was wiped out.

The first time this monster appeared in the world was at the place where the big star fell to the ground. His mind was confused and he was always talking nonsense, but his boxing and Taoist skills were incredibly powerful, and he stirred up a lot of trouble in the world.

He had challenged the first holy place of Xuantian Pavilion, the second holy place of Tianlongdao in Yunmeng Empire, the holy place of Jingyuan Temple in Huola Empire in the Western Region, the major families in Middle-earth... and many other major clans, and he was able to escape unscathed.

His most famous battle was at Yunwu Mountain and Demon God Cave at the end of the East China Sea, where he suppressed Tian Yao Ba, the ancestor of the powerful Vajra Monkey who was entrenched there and became the king of the mountain.

It is said that this kind of divine ape is a kind of ancient god and demon. Its golden hair is harder than gold and iron. It is invulnerable to swords and arrows. It has infinite strength, is intelligent and psychic, and is proficient in martial arts.

Their body structure is not much different from that of a human, but their qi and blood are much more vast and powerful. Once they have cultivated their martial arts to an extremely high level, their combat power will be ten times stronger than that of martial arts masters of the same level.

There was an ancient holy emperor who once subdued a powerful Vajra monkey with extraordinary means and cultivation to the level of a human immortal, and ordered him to guard the Pegasus.

The Demon God Cave in Yunwu Mountain is where the powerful Vajra Monkeys live and breed. Among them there are many monkey martial saints, and there are also many who have cultivated to become grand masters. There is also a group of monkeys who are proficient in Taoism. It is a forbidden place in the world.

Since the demon occupied this place, he has taken eight out of ten divine monkeys for his own use.

Such a fighting force is no less powerful than the five hundred arhats, one hundred and eight bodhisattvas and four heavenly kings of the Great Zen Temple back then, and may even be better.

If these divine apes were released onto the front battlefield and formed into a formation, they would be able to tear apart an army of one hundred thousand or several hundred thousand strong. If this person were added to the mix, the power of the Demon God Cave would be extremely terrifying.

It was because of this incident that Li Shenguang wrote a letter to criticize Hong Xuanji, trying to use the opportunity to suppress the arrogance of this grand master and inhibit the development of Neo-Confucianism.

Hong Yi read the article again and recalled the deeds of this evil man. He still felt agitated and could not calm down for a long time.

Although this man is unscrupulous and despises etiquette, he acts freely and willfully, and never attacks the poor. His challengers are usually aristocratic families and major sects.

As the saying goes, there are no thousand-year-old dynasties, only thousand-year-old families and holy places. These behemoths are entrenched in various places, exploiting the people, causing widespread resentment and rampant bandits in the wilderness.

Although Hong Yi is young, he has read a lot and is very clear-headed. He can see clearly about these things and naturally has no good feelings towards these holy places, aristocratic families, and clans.

Although the court denounced the man from the East China Sea as a monster, in Hong Yi's opinion, this man used his minority to bully the majority, making the meat-eaters uneasy and worried, and he actually had the spirit of the ancients and was worthy of respect.

It's a pity that he is now in Wu Wenhou Mansion, restricted in everything and not even the chance to let out a long cry to express his feelings. He feels really depressed.

Thinking of this, Hong Yi simply stood up, packed a bag, and headed towards the west mountain under the cover of night.

He was about to take the imperial examination anyway, and he was too lazy to suffer in the marquis's mansion, so he decided to live in the West Hill for a while and guard his mother's grave.

Xishan is a big mountain, hundreds of feet high. Although it is not majestic, after twenty years, there are flowing springs and waterfalls, rugged rocks and forests. There are many jackals and ferocious beasts in the mountains, grinding their teeth to suck blood and killing people like flies.

But perhaps because his mother's grave was here, Hong Yi felt that this place was even warmer, safer and quieter than the treacherous and unfathomable Marquis' Mansion.

Hong Yi arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw the clear moonlight, reflecting a dilapidated Buddhist temple. The ground was covered with wild grass and weeds. A north wind blew, and dead leaves flew around in the air, creating a desolate scene.

Hong Yi saw this desolate and dilapidated scene, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky and let out a long howl to express his feelings, pouring out all the depression in his chest without leaving a single drop behind.

He learned this method from a scholar's notes. It is a method of clearing the mind and righteous thoughts, and it is extremely effective.

But at this moment, a laugh suddenly came from the dilapidated temple. The voice was clear and had a mellow feeling, which made people feel itchy in their ears and couldn't stop listening.

"Your thoughts are masculine, your energy is rich, and you don't have the slightest trace of spiritual practice. This young man is quite unique. Please come in and have a chat." (End of this chapter)