The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 135 What is the purpose of the real person’s visit?

Bianliang, the heart of Song Dynasty, is the most dazzling pearl among all the countries in the world. It is prosperous, wealthy, and flourishing...it is far superior to all others.

The palace is brightly lit, yet still peaceful at night. The moonlight shines like a silver veil, creating a sense of transcendence.

The imperial study. Wind chimes sway, and the clear and melodious sound of the bells is pleasant to the ears.

Zhao Xi was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, showing the majesty of an emperor. He was sitting at his desk, reviewing and commenting on the embellished memorials one by one. Suddenly, he looked painful and couldn't help coughing violently.

"Time is running out..." Zhao Xi looked down at the deep red on his palm, his expression complicated and hard to understand. He could feel that he might not live for many years... But he would not give up until Xixia was destroyed.

Crunch!

The door was wide open, the night wind blew in, the lights in the house flickered constantly, the candlelight dimmed, the shadows swayed lightly, and the hall suddenly felt eerie.

"Who?!" Zhao Xi frowned and looked up. Seeing no one responding outside the palace, a solemn look flashed across his eyes. He waved his sleeves and stood up, looking at the eunuch who had no reaction, and said in a low voice: "Don't just stand there, go and see what's going on."

He felt an ominous feeling in his heart, as if a great crisis was approaching. It was a kind of silent oppression that made people feel extremely depressed.

The eunuch standing nearby was like a statue, standing quietly with his head lowered, and ignored Zhao Xi's orders.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xi frowned, exuding an imposing aura without anger. Before he could get angry, the figure in blue shirt slowly approaching the door immediately attracted his attention. He frowned and glanced outside the house, and saw that the guards outside the door were all like eunuchs, ignoring the newcomers, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Zhao Xi's expression changed several times, and finally he sat down with an indifferent look. He frowned and looked up, sizing up the visitor with a serious look in his eyes.

He wore a simple green shirt and a purple gold Taoist hat. His face looked as young as a teenager of sixteen or seventeen. His temperament was elegant and his posture was like strolling in a garden. His aloof and indifferent eyes gave him great pressure.

Zhao Xi saw the Taoist standing in front of the imperial desk. His right hand, hidden behind the desk, suddenly clenched into a fist. He slowly asked with a blank expression, "Master, you have come to the palace at night. What do you want to teach me?"

He didn't know what was going on, but his life and death were in the hands of the person who came, so he could only choose to wait and see.

Wang Yi nodded slightly: "Compared with the later emperors of the Song Dynasty, you are a qualified monarch." He could tell at a glance that Song Zhezong would not live for many years. The disease had entered his body, the wind and cold blocked his lungs, and he had exhausted his energy. His vitality had already been depleted. If this continued, he would die suddenly in seven years at most.

Zhao Xi glanced outside the palace and asked curiously, "Later Song? The Immortal actually has the ability to see into the future? Then I want to ask, what will the future of our Great Song be like? Can we destroy Western Xia? Can we recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun?"

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back and spoke in a calm tone, without any emotion: "Since the reign of Emperor Zhezong, the Song Dynasty has been declining. Its policies are often harsh, its governance is often lax, foreign invasions are frequent, and internal strife is endless. In the court and the country, treacherous people are in power, and it is difficult for the virtuous to stay. The people are suffering. The prosperous era is over, and the country is left desolate. After Yashan, it will be infamous for all eternity."

"This is ridiculous!" Zhao Xi shouted coldly without any courtesy. He stood up suddenly and supported the imperial desk with both hands. His eyes were cold and serious. He said, "Now the Song Dynasty is in a stable political situation, with all industries flourishing, literary talent flourishing, and national strength strong. Even if there are some minor problems, it is not difficult to get rid of them. Let me ask, how can such a powerful Song Dynasty be infamous for all eternity?"

Zhao Xi saw the Taoist's indifferent eyes looking at him, and his heart trembled. His expression relaxed, and he asked in a serious tone: "What is the purpose of the Taoist coming here?"

Wang Yi slowly turned around, looked at the clear starry sky outside the house, and said slowly: "I have a wish. I hope that wherever the sun and moon shine, it will be Xia land. Where the stars shine, it will be Xia people. All sentient beings in the world will belong to Xia civilization. Now, I am short of a ladder, and the Song Dynasty is this ladder."

"Hmm? This idea of ​​yours really surprises me." Zhao Xi was surprised. "I thought you would say you want to live forever. Your words... don't sound like Taoist words."

"Eternal life... For me, it is not difficult..." Wang Yi's tone was very calm, as if he was describing something very ordinary.

"Master, please tell me how to borrow this ladder?"

Zhao Xi was not very interested in the immortality he talked about.

He had met many Taoists, and there were countless people who advocated immortality. The genius of the First Emperor, the hegemony of Emperor Wu of Han, and the bravery of Emperor Taizong were all unable to achieve immortality. If immortality really existed in the world, these people would have achieved it long ago.

He does not seek immortality, but longevity and health. Being obsessed with this will do no good to the country or to oneself.

Wang Yi turned around and looked at Zhao Xi in surprise. Seeing that his eyes were clear and he was not disturbed by the so-called immortality, he nodded and praised him: "You are very good. If you can live a few more years, the Song Dynasty may be a different place in the future."

Zhao Xi shook his head. "What the Master says about the future of the Song Dynasty does not count. Only I, the future ruler of the Song Dynasty, have the final say. There is no need to talk about these meaningless topics. The Master should just tell us what you want."

Wang Yi stared at Zhao Xi with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and sighed inexplicably: "If it weren't for the difference in our positions, I would have wanted you to live longer... You... blocked my way, and the Song Dynasty is also... gone."

"The big dream saves the heart, the heart dream saves the spirit, and the deification becomes the holy fetus!"

The spiritual field was rippling, and the sound of gurgling water suddenly rose. The spiritual river in Wang Yi's heart emerged, and sank into Zhao Xi's chest like a transparent dragon.

Zhao Xi's face changed in shock. He was about to shout, but the next moment, his consciousness completely fell silent. His eyes were dull and dark, and his memory was refined and reshaped bit by bit under the influence of the Great Dream Divine Technique.

As time went by, a crystal clear holy fetus that looked like a baby or a fruit took shape in the depths of Zhao Xi's soul.

The holy fetus is like a Taoist master sitting in meditation in a temple, or like a Buddha sitting on a sacred mountain, emitting a pure, lively, elegant and mysterious aura.

The appearance of the Holy Fetus was 70% similar to Wang Yi. His little mouth moved, murmuring mysterious words. Thousands of words emerged, intertwined with each other, condensed into seal characters, and derived countless water drops, turning into a clear spring.

An hour later.

Wang Yi's face was pale, and his eyes were dim as he finished casting the spell. He had used up nearly 90% of his spiritual power, which was caused by over-casting the Taoist magic.

The deification of the holy fetus is not a method of splitting the body, but the most thorough method of salvation. The holy fetus is immortal, and the dream of the heart is endless! This is the sublimation method of the Great Dream Divine Salvation Method, and it is the harvest of his further exploration of the way of the mind.

This method uses the holy fetus as a medium to control people's minds at all times. It can add and delete memories at any time. It is more subtle and mysterious than ever before.

Zhao Xi, who was standing behind the imperial desk, had divine light in his eyes. He blinked, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Taiyi Zhao Xi, greets Master Yi."

Wang Yi rubbed his brows tiredly and said calmly: "The plan to change Song to Xia can be carried out slowly." After a moment of hesitation, he continued: "Start with suppressing Buddhism, take this opportunity to train a strong army, build Jinyiwei, and at the same time start suppressing Wen Yangwu's arrangements."

The details of the many plans have been engraved in Taiyi Zhaoxi's mind in the form of memory.

In a sense, Zhao Xi was possessed by a strand of his divine will, and was a puppet-like existence. However, this puppet had its own thoughts and spirituality, and belonged to the category of human puppets. Taiyi Zhao Xi nodded and smiled faintly, "The scholars are indeed not worthy of sharing the world with me. I troubled Master Yi to plant the seeds of Taoism for me. Without some strength, I am afraid that the strong Buddhists will play the same trick as Jing Ke assassinating Qin, and I am also afraid that the civil service group will jump to the wall in desperation."

“Let’s talk about it after I recover.” Wang Yi shook his head slowly and raised his hand to clap three times.

The crisp applause reached outside the palace, and Yue Laosan, Ye Erniang, and Yun Zhonghe moved upon hearing the sound. The three of them, wearing black robes, slowly walked into the imperial study, stood not far from the imperial desk, and bowed in unison.

Taiyi Zhaoxi looked at Ye Erniang, who was covered in a black robe, and nodded, saying, "Ye Erniang... a good excuse. Shaolin Temple is the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism. The scandals of Xuanci and Ye Erniang are enough to justify the suppression of Buddhism."

As he said this, he tilted his head to look at Yun Zhonghe, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "It is understandable that Ye Erniang kept this chess piece, but Yun Zhonghe's execution was considered a gift, so why did the owner keep it?"

The three of them lowered their heads and brows, with no expression of sadness or joy, as if they had not heard these words. They were just like clay sculptures or stone statues, without any emotion at all.

Wang Yi glanced at the three people and said calmly: "It's just a tool, as long as it's useful. It can save the world from evil and the suffering of all living beings. If I can save all the evildoers in the world and break all the demonic obstacles, it will be a good deed and will be of great benefit to my future path."

Taiyi Zhaoxi's eyes lit up: "The Ministry of Justice is in charge of the criminal law of the world, and there are many evildoers under its command. If Master Yi can measure all of them, the Jinyiwei's butcher blade may be completed quickly."

"Do you want to tire me to death?" Wang Yi glanced at this guy and said unhappily, "I can solve a small part for you, and you can figure out the rest yourself."

To perform the Great Dream Divine Technique once, one would need to rest for more than half a month. How could he have so much time to waste? Before he made another breakthrough in his spiritual realm, this was impossible.

Taiyi Zhaoxi clasped his hands and smiled: "That's enough. Only with the butcher blade that can be used as easily as an arm can we carry out many plans to the end."

Wang Yi laughed and shook his head, very satisfied with the method of deifying the holy fetus. He glanced at Ye Erniang and the other two and said, "I will leave these three people under your control. After I have reshaped Duan Yanqing's muscles and bones, I will let him come to you for your command."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and ten white porcelain bottles, three thick books and a bulging embroidered cloth bag appeared on the imperial desk.

"The Secret Records of Heavenly Works, The Book of Medical and Martial Arts, and The Martial Arts Classics of the Soul." Taiyi Zhaoxi picked up the three books, flipped through them, and immediately showed satisfaction on his face. He put the books down and looked at the bag on the table curiously: "What's in this bag?"

"Sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and other high-yield crops." Wang Yi said casually. These were some of the preparations he made when he was in Huang Feihong's world. Food was the foundation of stability and would help him in his journey of gathering people.

"Even the Yi Lord has such good things?" Taiyi Zhaoxi was surprised: "With these grains in hand, the foundation of the Song Dynasty... no, the Great Xia will be more stable, and many plans will also be able to reduce a lot of resistance."

Wang Yi nodded slightly, said no more, turned around and took a step forward, his figure disappeared in a few flashes. The door closed, the night wind stopped, and everything seemed to have never happened.

The eunuch standing by the stone steps of the imperial desk looked around in confusion. When he saw Ye Erniang and the other two, his expression suddenly changed. He immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Who are you waiting for? Come..."

"Shut up for me!" Taiyi Zhaoxi's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he shouted coldly.

The eunuch standing by froze in place, looking at Taiyi Zhaoxi with blank eyes.

Taiyi Zhaoxi frowned and said lightly: "Kill him..."

Before the eunuch could react, Yun Zhonghe suddenly appeared in front of him and crushed his throat.

"You three will protect me in secret first. After your factory supervisor Duan Yanqing arrives, we can start the establishment of the East Factory."

After Taiyi Zhaoxi finished speaking, he began to pack up the things on the imperial desk. As soon as he finished speaking, three wisps of breeze blew, and the imperial desk became empty again.

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Half a month later.

The sky is filled with sunset glow and the warm breeze is pleasant.

Tingxiang Courtyard is simple and elegant, with blue bricks and gray tiles. The stone path in the courtyard is winding, with swaying bamboo shadows on both sides and the bamboo leaves rustling in the breeze.

In the pavilion.

Wang Yi and Wuyazi played chess quietly. The sound of chess pieces falling on the board was crisp and pleasant, constantly touching the hearts of the people around them.

Ah Zhu stood on the left side of the pavilion pillar, watching the two people playing chess, while her eyes wandered to Li Qiushui, Wuyazi, and Wang Yuyan. The similar appearance of these three people made her curious like a cat scratching.

A-Bi was as curious as A-Zhu, but she didn't dare to look around randomly. She could only suppress her curiosity and pretend to watch the game very seriously.

Wang Yuyan, Jiumozhi and Tong Lao stood there indifferently. The expressions in their eyes changed inexplicably and they seemed extremely uneasy.

"Forget it, forget it. I can't play anymore. I can't play anymore." Wuyazi shook his head helplessly, put down the chess piece, and chose to admit defeat.

Wang Yi smiled and waved his hand gently, sending the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard into the chess Gu on the stone table: "Daoyou dragged me to play chess as soon as I arrived, why did you surrender first?"

Wuyazi rolled his eyes: "He is Xinghe's disciple who always brags about how great the master's chess skills are. The old Taoist priest is itching to do something, so he comes here to make trouble." He was indeed a little annoyed. He played 29 games in a row and lost all 29 games. No one could stand this.

Wang Yi laughed and shook his head: "Since you are having fun, let's talk about business." As he spoke, he glanced at Li Qiushui and Tong Lao, with an interested look on his face.

He was somewhat surprised that these three people could get along so peacefully given the emotional entanglements between them. Wuyazi's method was truly extraordinary.

Wuyazi nodded and raised his hand to signal, "This is our senior sister, Wu Xingyun." He moved his right hand slightly and introduced, "This is our junior sister, Li Qiushui." He then said politely, "I came here to ask the Pavilion Master to help our senior sister resolve the hidden dangers in her body, and to inquire about the next steps."

After the incident in Xingzilin spread, it caused a great uproar in the martial arts world, and his profound skills were praised to the sky.

The name of Taoist Taiyi is now well known in the martial arts world. His story of going to Shaolin to question the enemy has aroused the curiosity of countless people in the martial arts world. The foot of Songshan Mountain has long been filled with martial arts people. They just want to watch this rare drama.

He had two purposes for this visit. One was to help Wu Xingyun solve his health problems, and the other was to see if he had broken through and entered the unfathomable realm of heaven and man.

(End of this chapter)