The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 145: Ten Years of Cultivating Wisdom, Diligently

Time flies, and ten years pass in a flash. Five dragon-killing blades, with their monstrous killing, reshape the world.

During these ten years, the world has undergone turbulent changes. Whether in the imperial court or in the underworld, new and old forces have changed several times. The power struggle in the court has intensified, and the competition between the new nobles and the old officials is like a raging fire, which is dizzying.

In the martial arts world, countless heroes are fighting for the rankings on the three lists of heaven, earth and man, and the bloody storm has never stopped.

With the publication of the Daxia Gazette, scholars who were deeply influenced by Wang Yi's wisdom walked out of the Sutra Pavilion and moved into academies across the Kyushu region, starting the revival of the theories of various schools of thought.

Up to now, the Song Dynasty has enjoyed a prosperous military and literary fortune, its national strength has grown day by day, and the pressure it has put on neighboring countries has become increasingly enormous.

Under such pressure, the Liao Kingdom, Tubo, Western Xia and many other ethnic tribes gradually formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and even Dali participated in it.

The Song Dynasty was based in the Central Plains and was constantly at war with other countries. Although these were only small-scale frictions and tests, anyone with a discerning eye knew that a full-scale war was not far away.

Bianliang, Imperial Study.

The eunuch who was standing quietly with his head down uttered a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground. After twitching a few times, he died.

Taiyi Zhaoxi looked up indifferently, and after seeing who was coming, he put down the red pen and said indifferently: "Grandmaster, are you still not giving up?"

Zhao Kuangyin, wearing a golden robe, walked to the imperial desk with the gait of a dragon and a tiger. He put his hands behind his back and said coldly, "The Song Dynasty was founded by me, but now I am completely an outsider. How can I give up?"

Taiyi Zhaoxi slowly stood up, staring at Zhao Kuangyin indifferently. His robes fluttered, his long hair fluttered, and a terrifying aura like a dragon emerging from the abyss emanated from his body, and the domineering divine will that controlled the universe permeated the void.

"Jianmen, Duan Siping. Xingmen, Murong Longcheng. Tianmen, Xiaoyaozi... What these three want is to establish a sect and recruit many disciples. They are on the Heavenly Ranking, so the court has to give them this little face. This is also the respect that the strong people on the Heavenly Ranking deserve."

"But what you are asking for is simply unrealistic! Not to mention that Master Taiyi would not allow it, I would not allow it either. Taizu should give up this thought, so as not to make others laugh at you."

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes condensed, and his domineering fist covered his body. He said coldly: "Okay, okay, Taoist Taiyi is really willing to give it up! My good grandson, you must think it through. The Song Dynasty is now surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the situation is precarious. Having one more grandmaster in charge will provide more security."

"Also, the hand of Taoist Taiyi is getting longer and longer. Do you really not care at all? If we let him do whatever he wants, the Song Dynasty may be in danger of collapse."

The last time they met, the other party had just entered the Grandmaster realm not long ago. It has only been less than half a year since they last met, but his aura is not much weaker than his. The power of the elixir is truly well-deserved.

Taiyi Zhaoxi sneered, "Don't exaggerate. If it weren't for Master Taiyi taking the immortal spring, how could you four have set foot in the mortal world? When Taizu was seeking immortality, he didn't care about these things. Why do you suddenly care about them now?"

As he spoke, he suppressed his terrifying aura, sat down leisurely, looked at Zhao Kuangyin whose face turned ugly, and said lightly: "There is no easy opportunity for me to take advantage of, and the same is true for the Song Dynasty. Since Taizu is dead, don't worry about it."

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes flickered as he recalled the scene ten years ago, his mind still wavering.

Outside Changchun Valley, the Taoist came in from the air, and with his two iron fists, he defeated him and Xiaoyaozi and others. When he took the immortal spring, he left a message: "Immortality is not immortality. If you really want to achieve immortality, you can learn from my method of replenishing the Tao. If you can do it, immortality will be within your reach."

It was also from then on that the four of them began to travel the mortal world. After repeated investigations, they had their own understanding and insights into the method of replenishing the Tao mentioned by Taiyi Taoist.

Duan Siping established Jianmen in Wuliang Mountain, Dali. Murong Longcheng established Xingmen in Yanziwu. Xiaoyaozi established Tianmen in Tianshan. And he... aimed at the throne of Taizu Emperor.

He was the founder of the Song Dynasty, and should have been the most advantageous among the few. But after so many struggles, he was not as good as Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi, who had shallow foundations. How could he bear this?
Zhao Kuangyin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Master Taiyi, your reputation is growing. Aren't you afraid that one day the Song Dynasty will change its name?"

"Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter even if it is really changed, as long as it does not hinder my pursuit of immortality. Besides, how could Master Taiyi have such an idea?" Taiyi Zhaoxi shrugged, looking indifferent.

"You!" Zhao Kuangyin was furious and raised his hand to yell, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.

Taiyi Zhaoxi's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Grandmaster, why don't you go outside of Kyushu to have a look? Isn't Buddhism developing very well in the small island of Dongying now?"

"The Mohist mechanical ships can travel across the world, so it is quite convenient to travel. The world is so vast, why should Taizu be so obsessed with it? With Taizu's ability, why should he confine himself to a small corner of the Song Dynasty?"

"The imperial court has always spared no effort to support those who go overseas to establish their own sects. If Taizu is interested, I will open the door to convenience..."

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were stern, and he said in a cold voice: "You really won't agree to my request?" He had been overseas, and all he saw were barbarians, and there was no soil for preaching. Even if he spent a lot of effort to educate them, it would not be accomplished overnight. Overseas was doomed to be a dead end, so it was naturally not advisable.

"No!" Taiyi Zhaoxi's expression also turned cold.

Now that the political situation has finally stabilized, if there is another emperor Taizu with ulterior motives, the situation will inevitably become turbulent again. Not to mention that the change of ruler would not allow it, even he would not allow it either.

"Good, very good!" Zhao Kuangyin gritted his teeth. If he was not afraid of Taoist Taiyi who was in charge of the Sutra Pavilion, he really wanted to make this bastard in front of him review the Zhao family rules.

Taiyi Zhaoxi picked up the red pen and said lightly: "Goodbye..." After that, he ignored the other party and picked up a memorial to review.

"I hope you won't come to beg me then!"

Zhao Kuangyin's face turned pale, he flicked his sleeves and turned away. Since this way was blocked, he could only find another way.

……

The night was as dark as ink and the lights in Bianliang gradually went out.

Imperial Palace, Sutra Pavilion.

Tong Guan walked slowly to the desk and stood still: "Master Yi, this is the content of the next issue of the court report." Then he handed over a copy of the Daxia court report.

Wang Yi put down his brush, took the newspaper and started reading it. After a cup of tea, he put down the newspaper and thought for a while, then said slowly, "The publication of the General Outline of World Martial Arts can begin. This matter will be handed over to you with full responsibility. Don't let me down."

Tong Guan was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly and said, "Teaching, educating, and nurturing wisdom, after ten years of planning, it is finally time for it to bear fruit."

Today, Daxia academies are all over China, national education is in full swing, and the flames of the Cultural Revolution are burning all over the country. With such great achievements, countless great scholars have argued for the Yi master everywhere, and the name of Taiyi Yaodao has been hidden since then, and the name of Yi Sheng can be faintly heard.

Wang Yi shook his head slightly: "It's too early to bear fruit. Make good use of the Daxia Palace Newspaper. The spring breeze and the gentle rain moisten things silently. The most superior means is to guide them imperceptibly."

Tong Guan nodded in understanding. As the one in charge of all matters concerning the Daxia Palace Report, he naturally understood the power of this thing: "Don't worry, Master Yi. We know the importance of this thing."

Wang Yi raised his hand and pointed at the official newspaper on the table: "Make some more changes to highlight the wealth of the overseas states and slowly draw the world's attention overseas. If you have nothing else to do, go and get busy." Tong Guan's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced out the window meaningfully, picked up the official newspaper on the table, bowed, turned around, and left slowly.

After a while, a Taoist in a green robe appeared outside the window. He took a step forward and stood in front of the desk.

"Master of Wenyuan Tower, Wuyazi, I pay my respects to the Pavilion Master."

Wuyazi raised his hand and greeted him respectfully.

"No need to be so formal." Wang Yi said, glancing at the night sky outside the window.

Wuyazi hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and told the purpose of his trip: "My master Xiaoyaozi... wants to pay a visit to the Pavilion Master..."

“Interesting…” Wang Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly: “In order to see me, I have to ask you for help…”

Wuyazi smiled awkwardly: "My master has a hard time speaking out, so I can only act as a matchmaker for him. I hope Pavilion Master will not blame me."

"Fellow Daoist Xiaoyaozi, since you are here, why don't you show yourself?"

"Wulian Tianzun... His power is far greater than before, and he has already shown signs of becoming an immortal. He is truly terrifying and awe-inspiring, and makes people envious..."

Xiaoyaozi was wearing a plain Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and skin as tender as a baby's. He had an elegant and refined temperament, showing his immortal spirit. He walked to Wuyazi's side, raised his hand and waved, his face full of envy.

In his perception, Taoist Taiyi became more and more empty, as if he might disappear at any time. Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness. The other party has already touched the cultivation of returning to emptiness... This is the opportunity to become an immortal, and he has been pursuing this obsession all his life.

Wuyazi was shocked and asked in astonishment, "The Pavilion Master has become an immortal?"

Wang Yi laughed and shook his head: "The road to becoming an immortal is far away. I am still in the foundation-building stage and can only be considered as an entry level student."

"Just barely able to get in? Are you joking, sir?" Xiaoyaozi looked incredulous.

"What's there to laugh about? This is the fact. I have no interest in joking with you two." Wang Yi said in a very flat tone.

Xiaoyaozi looked bewildered and murmured, "I'm not joking..."

He had a very deep understanding of how terrifying the opponent's strength was during the battle in Changchun Valley.

The invincible iron fists, the incredible strength, the unparalleled defense of steel and iron bones. The fists can break the true energy, the feet can crush the hills, and every move is accompanied by the power of subduing dragons and tigers.

A crushing victory! A crushing victory without any suspense.

The one-sided beating shattered the spirit of the four of them. It took him nearly five years to stabilize his shaky spiritual heart.

If such a terrifying strength can only be considered as an entry level, then what is his strength? Wouldn't the so-called strongest person in the world become a joke? He has been striving for immortality all his life, but what is it? Is it an illusion? If everything is an illusion...

Wang Yi saw that Xiaoyaozi's face was changing constantly, and his internal energy was gradually disordered, with signs of being possessed. He frowned and shouted softly, "Forward!"

This is the first word of the Taoist nine-word mantra.

Combining with one's own divine will, it has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the heart. With long-term practice, it can concentrate the heart of Tao that is unshakable and unconfused. It is the highest level method of cultivating the spirit.

The confused Xiaoyaozi suddenly woke up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear. It was a close call, as he almost fell into his own confusion again.

"Thank...thank you very much for your help!" Xiaoyaozi bowed with a wry smile.

Wuyazi looked concerned: "Master...you haven't gotten over the demon barrier yet?"

"My whole life's pursuit is to live forever, to become an immortal. This is an obsession, the root of the heart of Taoism. How easy is it to see through it?"

Xiaoyaozi had a look of melancholy on his face, and at the end he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his voice full of helplessness and confusion.

Wang Yi knocked on the table and frowned, "With your heart of Taoism, why do you still seek immortality and cultivate immortality? The heart is the foundation of Taoism, pure, clear, selfless, and free from attachments... It is free from dust. Once the heart of Taoism is proven, it will never retreat! What kind of heart of Taoism can be easily shaken?"

"Isn't it funny that you can't even control your own state of mind, yet you still dream of immortality? If immortality is not maintained by the corresponding Tao heart, then immortality is poison! Your own poison is also the poison of all living things!"

Wuyazi quickly tried to smooth things over: "Master, please don't be offended by my master's words that just happened. Please don't be offended." As he said this, he winked at Xiaoyaozi repeatedly.

Xiaoyaozi was silent for a long time, then nodded with a bitter look on his face: "What the Taoist said makes sense, it's just that I haven't practiced hard enough."

He obtained the divine book from the Eternal Spring Valley and began his free and easy journey in the mortal world. The four words "free and easy" are enough to describe his life. His journey was too smooth and ultimately lacked a bit of tempering.

"Well, there is still hope." Wang Yi's expression calmed down, and after a moment of contemplation, he said calmly, "First, tell me why you came to see me?"

Xiaoyaozi was shocked, and quickly adjusted his mood, saying seriously: "I have been learning from the Taoist for five years. But I have not seen any results in preaching. This time, I came here to ask the Taoist to answer my questions and resolve my doubts."

Five years ago, after he had stabilized his Taoist heart, he followed the method of Taoist Taiyi, founded a sect in Tianshan, and began to practice preaching and performing the Dharma.

But five years had passed, and although he hadn't gained anything, it was just a small gain, just some minor insights. The gap was so big that he wasn't sure if the path he was taking was the right one.

"It took me five years to sort out the world's collection of books, two years to revive the theories of the various schools of thought, and ten years to nurture the wisdom of the people. Not to mention the other minor details, it took me twelve years just to prepare for preaching."

Wang Yi looked at Xiaoyaozi who had fallen silent, his expression still calm: "Preaching and performing, preaching is the seed, performing is the fruit. Without sufficient nutrients, how can the fruit be fresh and sweet?"

"If preaching is so easy, the world would already be filled with immortals and gods. How could a small cultivator like you and me get involved?"

Xiaoyaozi and Wuyazi were both indifferent. The patience of Taiyi Taoist was touching. Twelve years were spent just to perfect the preparations before preaching. How many people in the world could have such patience?
This tireless patience alone is enough to make 99% of the people in the world feel inferior.

(End of this chapter)