The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 175: Buddhist lobbyist, factory supervisor mocks

Lingnan has deep forests, high mountains, humidity, high rains and dense mountains.

Song Dynasty castle and council hall.

"Master Fanzhai, my brother has been in seclusion in the Modao Hall for a long time and has not seen any outsiders for a long time. You should go back."

Song Zhi picked up the teacup and took a sip, his expression indescribably cold, and he did not hide his intention to see the guest off.

The older generation of the Song family who were sitting around knew about Song Que's emotional experience, and they were extremely displeased with Fan Qinghui.

If the other party was not the master of Cihang Jingzhai and held a very important position in Buddhism, their expressions would not be as cold as they thought.

The younger generation of the Song clan, on the other hand, had great respect for the famous Cihang Jingzhai, so when they saw the cold attitude of their elders, they couldn't help but look confused and puzzled.

Fan Qinghui was wearing a grey monk's robe, which was well-cut and revealed her graceful figure. Under the monk's hat, her black hair was like a waterfall, dark and shiny. Her face was pure and elegant, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her eyes were like autumn water, revealing a pure and elegant temperament.

She looked normal, her heart was calm, and she didn't care about the indifference of the Song clan. She opened her lips slightly and spoke in a melodious voice:
"The tyrant Yang Guang let his troops slaughter the heroes in Guanzhong. The Jinyiwei and the East and West Factories were even more bloody. The martial arts sects, temples, Taoist temples, and aristocratic families... In the name of disloyalty, he cut down mountains and destroyed temples, confiscated homes and exterminated families, and collected wealth to fill the national treasury and use as military funds... He was declaring war on all the forces in the world again."

"When the great devil comes, if we do not rise up to destroy it, the people will suffer and all living things will perish under the devil's calamity. By then, no power in the world will be spared, and the Song clan in Lingnan will not be spared either."

Song Zhi put down his teacup, glanced at Fan Qinghui calmly, and said calmly: "As far as I know, the brave cavalry general Yuwen Chengdu led his troops to slaughter the rebel armies in Guanzhong, and did not harm the people wherever he went."

"The Jinyiwei and the East and West Factories punished lawless villains, cracked down on evil forces, opened warehouses to release grain, and provided relief to disaster victims. All of these events are clearly written in the Great Sui Weekly. How can this theory of demonic calamity come about?"

The Great Sui Weekly, a newspaper founded by the imperial court, was spreading rapidly throughout the country. Yang Guang's manifesto to conquer the rebels and bring peace to the world was quickly spread throughout the country through the newspaper.

Even if the various forces tried to stop it, it would be of no avail. This official report, under the protection of the Jinyiwei and the East and West Factories, was clearly displayed in front of the world.

Facing Song Zhi's questioning, Fan Qinghui remained calm and maintained her extraordinary temperament. She sighed softly and shook her head.
"How can we only look at the surface of things in this world? The Great Sui Weekly Report is just a mouthpiece of the court. How can we trust everything it contains?"

"The tyrant has lost the hearts of the people through his perverse actions. This is an indisputable fact. It is easy to change a country, but it is difficult to change one's nature. We should not be deceived by the tyrant's appearance."

At this point, Fan Qinghui's brows were already solemn: "If all the righteous people in the world die at the hands of a tyrant, then the righteous path will be destroyed and the evil path will flourish. It will be too late to regret when there is nothing we can do to save the situation!"

When everyone in the hall heard this, their brows slightly frowned. Although they disliked Fan Qinghui, they had to admit that what she said made sense.

It is an indisputable fact that Yang Guang committed atrocities by setting up the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard to spy on officials and to confiscate property and exterminate entire families at will.

According to the intelligence analysis collected by their Song clan, Yang Guang is now more murderous than before, his attitude towards aristocratic families has become increasingly vicious, and gang forces are even more likely to commit bloody massacres.

Confiscating property and exterminating a clan were just routine measures. What was most frightening was that the imperial court held high the banner of "nationalization" and collected money from everywhere to fill the national treasury, for military supplies, and to comfort refugees.

This had already touched upon the foundations of the aristocratic families, not to mention that while the imperial court was conquering all directions, it was also vigorously promoting the imperial examination system and promoting and employing children from poor families and rural areas on a large scale.

This kind of action of pushing the aristocratic families to the opposing side is indeed very confusing and puzzling.

"Master Fan Zhai, our Song family does not want to get involved in the disputes in the Central Plains in the short term. Please go back." Song Zhi did not conceal the alienation in his words.

The Song clan dominates the Lingnan area and will not be affected by the world situation in the short term, so they naturally have the confidence to wait and see.

Nowadays, it is better to be still than to move. Yang Guang’s transformation during this period is too confusing, and the power of the court has increased too strangely. Before the situation is clear, the Song clan should not act rashly.

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Zhi with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice, "The general trend of the world is like a rolling torrent. How can the Song clan stay out of it? With the previous experience of the Yuwen clan and the Dugu clan as a warning, how can the Lingnan Song clan still dream of staying out of it?"

If it were in the past, she would have left long ago after the Song family issued the order to expel her twice, but she couldn't do that now.

Without the support of the Song clan in Lingnan, how could the plan of choosing an emperor on behalf of heaven and killing the tyrant be implemented? How could the great hatred of the destruction of Cihang Jingzhai be avenged? How could the Buddhist sect survive this disaster?

No matter how perfect the plan is, without the help of strong people, how can we kill the tyrant Yang Guang under the protection of two great masters Wei Lianxiang and Yu Wenhuaji?

The Song clan was only the first stop. To ensure that the plan would be foolproof, it was necessary to contact multiple forces and gather the strongest men in the world, only then would it be possible to keep the tyrant Yang Guang under the city of Luoyang.

Song Zhi shook his head slightly, with a sneer on his face: "In the early years of the Sui Dynasty, Master Fanzhai told my brother that it was impossible for the south to attack the north since ancient times. If my brother had not believed this sophistry, how could the mixed race of Hu and Han rule the world?"

When the people of the Song clan heard this, they immediately gave up their intention to persuade him. This was indeed regarded as a regret in the lives of the older generation of the Song clan. They didn't care about the difference between pure Han and Hu Han, but everyone cared about the opportunity to rule the world.

Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he said with compassion: "Jiuzhou has finally survived the catastrophe. If the Song clan attacks the north from the south, the war will start again, and the foreign races will surely invade the Central Plains again. The rare opportunity for cultivation will be destroyed in an instant. How can the people be blamed?"

"It's not a sophistry, it's just a simple statement of the great cause. In the face of the righteousness of the people, the Song clan leader chose the righteousness, and the prosperity of the Sui Dynasty came because of it."

"The catastrophe has come again. As the leader of the righteous path, Cihang Jingzhai has the responsibility to prevent the devil's calamity from coming."

"I came here today in the hope that the Song clan could contribute to the cause of the people and join forces with the heroes of the world to kill the tyrant Yang Guang at the foot of Luoyang City."

Song Lu stroked his silver beard and saw Song Shidao beside him trying to speak, so he couldn't help but glanced at him seriously.

Song Shidao shrank his neck and stopped thinking about speaking.

The rest of the younger generations of the Song clan also behaved themselves after receiving warnings from the elders around them.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall became increasingly solemn.

Yang Guang's actions during this period have caused dissatisfaction and panic among too many people, and the Song clan is naturally not in a good mood either.

However, compared with other forces, the Song clan in Lingnan, which lived in a remote corner, was relatively calm.

Fan Qinghui's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke again: "If the tyrant Yang Guang captures the Eastern Capital Luoyang and obtains Yang Gong's treasure house... it will completely establish the general situation!"

"The battle of Luoyang is the only chance to kill the tyrant. If we miss it, even if we pay a thousand times the price in the future, we may not be able to succeed. If the opportunity is missed, there will be no more!"

She was well aware of the Song clan's stance and considerations, but this time she came, she had to try her best to persuade the Song clan to join the plan to kill the tyrant.

The court is full of experts, and the tyrant has two great masters by his side. In addition, he is protected by the two invincible iron armies, the Cavalry Guard and the Fruit Guard. Killing the tyrant is almost impossible.

Fortunately, the tyrant was arrogant enough, and as long as the plan was proper, she was confident that she could keep the tyrant under the city of Luoyang.

Song Zhi frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "My brother has been in seclusion for a long time. Before he comes out, the Song family should not act rashly."

He is undecided now and needs to discuss it carefully with his brother before he can make up his mind.

Fan Qinghui nodded slightly. She was not surprised by Song Zhi's answer. She smiled and said, "I will stay in Lingnan for a few days. If there is any news, you can send someone..." At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the meeting hall.

A Song clan member rushed in and breathlessly reported, "The imperial emissary came to see us, saying he wanted to see Master Fanzhai and Master Song."

As soon as these words were spoken, the meeting hall suddenly exploded.

Imperial envoy?
Why did the imperial envoy suddenly visit?
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Fan Qinghui, whose face was shocked. Seeing her expression, their faces suddenly turned ugly.

Obviously, the imperial court knew all about Fan Qinghui's whereabouts, and probably also knew the purpose of his coming to the Song Clan...

Song Zhi stood up, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at Song Lu, and said in a deep voice: "Immediately go to Modao Hall to inform the master of the clan and explain the situation in detail. I will go to deal with the imperial envoy first."

Then he looked at Fan Qinghui and squinted his eyes and said, "Master Fan, would you like to go with me to meet the imperial envoy?"

Fan Qinghui's complexion returned to normal. He stood up, straightened his robe, and said calmly, "Since you have named me, it is not easy to avoid me. Let's go. I am very curious about the purpose of this messenger's visit."

After saying this, he walked out of the meeting hall.

"Everyone, go away... Keep an eye on your young ones and don't make a fool of yourself by the imperial envoys." After Song Zhi gave the instructions, he followed with a serious expression.

Song Lu retracted his gaze, called Song Shidao and rushed to the Knife Sharpening Hall. The others got up and left one after another, and soon the hall became empty.

……

Wei Lianxiang put his hands behind his back and looked at the magnificent gate of the Song family, with a faint smile on his face. This errand gave him a rare moment of leisure, so he was naturally in a very happy mood.

Song Zhi hurried over and looked at the beautiful woman standing quietly at the door, with a look of doubt in his eyes. He passed Fan Qinghui who had paused, stepped over the threshold, bowed, and said with a gentle smile: "Young lady, are you the imperial envoy?"

As he spoke, he looked around, afraid of making any mistake.

A smile appeared on Wei Lianxiang's face, and she said with a smile: "Whether I am an envoy of the court, I think Master Fanzhai knows better." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like the singing of an oriole.

Song Zhi looked back and saw Fan Qinghui's ugly face. His heart suddenly skipped a beat and he quickly gave her a questioning look.

Fan Qinghui took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, bowed and said, "Since we said goodbye to Jingzhai, I hope you are well, Governor Wei. I didn't expect that you would have time to come to Lingnan. It's really surprising."

She still remembers the humiliation she suffered at Di Tafeng.

It was this evil man who led the Eastern Depot thugs to surround Cihang Jingzhai.

The mountain gate was forcibly demolished, the land was seized, the disciples were detained and dismissed, and he himself was humiliated and driven out of Guanzhong.

It was so humiliating that even if the other person turned into ashes, she would still be able to recognize him at a glance.

Song Zhi's body was shocked, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

There is only one Wei Factory Supervisor in the world today, and that is Wei Lianxiang, the Grand Master Wei, who is in charge of the East and West Factories and has a powerful reputation throughout the world.

Wei Lianxiang waved her hand and said softly, "Master Fanzhai can leave now. The Song clan cannot participate in the Buddhist plan. By the way, the Buddhist movement must be accelerated. His Majesty has already set off for the Eastern Capital. Time is running out..."

Fan Qinghui's face darkened, he bowed slightly, and then walked away without any regrets. He did not dare to respond to Song Zhi's call from behind.

Last time at Emperor Peak, the other party made it clear that the purpose of attacking the Eastern Capital Luoyang was to obtain the Heshi Bi and Yang Gong's treasure house in Jingnian Zen Temple.

The reason for letting her go was simple... to let her gather all the heroes in the world in Luoyang to have a decisive battle with the tyrant.

Arrogant and blind, he totally ignores the heroes of the world.

Wei Lianxiang smiled and said, "Okay, take me to see your clan leader. We need to meet with him to discuss this matter."

Song Zhi took a deep breath, suppressed his doubts, turned around and stretched out his hand to invite him, "Lord Wei, please come in!"

He knew very well what kind of person Fan Qinghui was. The fact that such a proud woman was driven away by the man in front of her was very telling.

What is Buddhism’s plan?
Why can’t the Song clan participate?

What are the imperial court and Buddhism planning?
How true or false are Fan Qinghui’s words today?
Since Yang Guang has officially begun to send troops to the eastern capital Luoyang, what is the purpose of sending factory supervisor Wei Lianxiang to this critical moment?

Soon the two of them arrived at the meeting hall and took their seats as host and guest.

Song Zhi put down the teapot, raised his cup and said, "Lord Wei, did you come to the Song Clan with any purpose?"

Wei Lianxiang raised her cup and chuckled, "No hurry...it won't be too late to talk about it after the head of the Song family arrives." She took a sip of tea, appearing neither hurried nor slow.

"Hahaha... I'm sorry for being rude." Song Zhi's eyes flashed, he smiled heartily, raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp to express his apology.

Song Zhi put down his teacup and asked tentatively, "Master Wei, has Master Fanzhai met you in Cihang Jingzhai?"

Wei Lianxiang raised her eyebrows, glanced meaningfully outside the hall, and chuckled, "In the ninth year of Kaihuang, the Sui Dynasty destroyed the Southern Chen Dynasty and completed the great cause of unification. Since then, the northern and southern Buddhist sects have merged, and Buddhism has flourished."

"For the promise of the Emperor, and to make Buddhism stronger. Cihang Jingzhai used the beauty trap, and with the various actions of Buddhism, Lingnan... well, retreated at a reasonable time."

"Buddhism is proud, and so is Cihang Jingzhai. They chose the emperor who brought order to the world, and they saved the people of the world."

"Heh..." Wei Lianxiang sneered disdainfully, playing with the teacup in her hand, and said with a smile: "The harm of Buddhism is too great. Just because the emperor wanted to weaken Buddhism a little bit, Buddhism's revenge came."

"Buddhism flourished because of the Sui Dynasty, but when Your Majesty imposed forced labor and invaded Goguryeo three times, and was stabbed in the back by the Guanlong nobles, you did not receive any help from Buddhism."

"When the Sui Dynasty was about to fall, what was the Buddhist sect doing? It occupied a lot of land and houses, invaded the people, and was busy strengthening itself, spreading Buddhism, and attracting incense..."

Wei Lianxiang suddenly realized, "Oh... by the way, they are busy secretly preparing for the next ruler of the world. The Buddhist sect is busy selecting the emperor on behalf of the heaven and making plans for the future. Tsk... instead of caring about the people of the world and giving alms to the suffering people, they are only concerned with gaining benefits from the Buddhist sect."

"Buddhism, Buddhism... No wonder His Majesty said that the dirtiest place in the world is Buddhism."

Wei Lianxiang looked towards the gate and asked with a smile, "Master Song, do you think this makes sense?"

(End of this chapter)