The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 187: Changes in the Situation, Fortune and Magical Treasures
Daxing Capital, Imperial City Sutra Pavilion.

The nine-storey pavilion stands majestically, with a bluestone foundation, vermilion pillars supporting the sky, and glazed eaves reflecting the sun, shining with gold and green, dazzling yet warm.

Each layer of window lattices is meticulously carved, and the ingenious mechanisms are looming in the light and shadows. The simple, elegant and extremely ingenious appearance is so conspicuous and extraordinary in the magnificent imperial city.

At this time, the Sutra Pavilion seemed extremely busy. Except for the ninth floor, the other floors were filled with scholars and Taoists, busy coming and going.

Outside the attic, countless Jinyiwei and soldiers from the East and West Factories came in and out in twos and threes, moving boxes of collected books into the Moxiangju on the first floor.

The scholars and Taoists who are responsible for sorting and organizing will file each book in the box into different categories and send them to the corresponding floors for storage.

The task of compiling the world's books was very complicated, and because of the purge of the world's gentry, manpower was very limited.

Fortunately, there were still scholars from poor families and Taoist disciples available, and with the deliberate recruitment of talents over the past year or so, the construction of the Sutra Pavilion system was finally put on the right track.

By the window deep in Moxiangju, Wei Zheng, Ma Zhou and Sun Fujia were busy around the table. Their expressions were serious and solemn, and their behavior was meticulous.

Wei Zheng was wearing a simple Confucian robe, his hands were covered with calluses from hard work. Having just been released from a prisoner-of-war camp, he still looked exhausted.

After he finished registering the books in his hand, he gently put down the brush in his hand, raised his hand to stroke his beard, shook his head and sighed:

"I can't believe it, but it's only been less than a year since the Luoyang rebels were defeated. Duke Song Que of Zhennan and General Li Jing of Wuwei have completely cleared out the south. Especially those powerful families in the south, they have suffered a great disaster..."

A year ago, the Sui Emperor led his army to capture the capital of Luoyang and spent half a year to massacre the Guanlong Group.

As soon as the situation stabilized, he ordered Wuwei General Li Jing to lead his troops south to work together with the Duke of Zhennan of the Lingnan Song clan to wipe out the rebels in the south.

The entire clearing process seemed extremely easy. The two armies worked together, attacking from top to bottom, and they were able to crush the enemy wherever they went.

The rebels along the way were as fragile as porcelain. Facing two large armies, they were shattered at the slightest touch and were completely powerless to resist.

This also made it easier for the Jinyiwei to do their job.

All the powerful families that participated in the rebellion of the rebel army were subjected to bloody purges, and the evildoers who bullied the people in the village were almost all killed.

Up to now, nearly 70% of the southern nobles and forces of all sizes have probably been confiscated and exterminated. Your Majesty's slaughter... is truly too shocking. Such a massacre is not worthy of the name of a saintly monarch.

Ma Zhou shook his head slightly, put down the book in his hand, picked up the pen and started writing on the blank paper, speaking in a low and powerful voice:
"The two invincible cavalry forces, the Xiaoqi Army and the Xiaoguo Army, have killed countless enemies along the way, forcing the bandit coalition to flee thousands of miles. The rebels in the world have already been severely damaged, so it won't take much time to wipe out the south."

As he spoke, he looked up at Wei Zheng and Sun Fujia, and lowered his voice and said, "If the Jinyiwei and the East and West Factories don't take drastic measures, how can these ancient books benefit the world? How can we... have the opportunity to serve as officials in the court?"

"Most of the noble families are like termites, who only know how to greedily extract wealth, and have never considered the lives of the people. No matter how miserable they are now, they do not deserve the sympathy of the world."

In his mind, the aristocratic families were all people who deserved to die and there was nothing to sympathize with or pity them.

If the aristocratic families were not destroyed, how would scholars like them, who came from humble backgrounds, have the opportunity to get involved in core positions in the imperial court?
They were able to benefit from the Jing Pavilion this time. In order to collect books from all over the world, most of the poor children gathered in Daxing, the capital. While working for the Jing Pavilion, they were also preparing for the imperial examination held by the court in March.

Such an opportunity is hard to come by, and every child from a poor family cherishes it very much and works hard.

Sun Fujia put down his brush, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he nodded in agreement: "Your Majesty may be a bit murderous, but in terms of loving and protecting the people, I'm afraid he is comparable to the saints like Yao and Shun."

"Looking at the many new policies implemented by the court, it is enough to see that Your Majesty is a truly benevolent and wise monarch. The many stigmas in the past... are probably due to the aristocratic families..."

Although his words were obscure, it was not difficult for them to understand them with the wisdom of the two people in front of them.

Restricting imperial power is what the aristocratic families have been doing from the beginning to the end.

There is no right or wrong in the struggle of positions and interests, only victory and failure.

Now, with the implementation of many new policies of the imperial court, especially the promotion of magical seeds such as potatoes and sweet potatoes, people all over the world are gradually getting rid of hunger and their lives are becoming more hopeful.

It is foreseeable that it will not be long before the problem of food and clothing for the people of the world will be completely solved. This is a problem that has not been solved in all dynasties, but has been solved by His Majesty today.

This point alone was enough for the Sui Emperor to win the hearts of the people and overshadow his past stigma and mistakes.

If not for this, no matter how powerful the imperial court was, it would not be possible to gather most of the poor children in the world in one fell swoop.

Even Wei Zheng, a poor boy captured from the rebels, was willing to come to the Jingge to serve, which is very telling.

"Yes." Ma Zhou put down the brush in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Many good policies in the Great Sui Weekly are all obvious measures to benefit the people."

"The various actions taken by the court are telling the world one thing: Your Majesty is a wise ruler who has never appeared in history. All of your past mistakes and stigma were caused by the constraints of the aristocratic families."

He knew that this reason was far-fetched, but under the guidance of the Great Sui Weekly, this far-fetched reason would soon be recognized by the world.

The winner...wins everything. This is an eternal truth.

Wei Zheng glanced at the people who were writing at their desks, his eyes deep and solemn, and his tone slightly complicated as he said, "With the implementation of the decree to destroy Buddhism, Daxia academies are spreading across the nine provinces at a very fast speed. The promotion of compulsory education allows the knowledge of the sages to be passed down."

"It is a blessing for all the people in the world! It is a blessing for us scholars! If Your Majesty can kill less, a prosperous era will not be far away!"

The golden statue was changed into a clay statue, the bronze statue into a stone statue, the monks were dismissed and returned home, the temple was converted into an academy, and the tenant farmers were given land to live in...

While the Sui Emperor showed his love for his people, he also showed his brutal and murderous side.

For the sake of the looming prosperity in the future, he wanted to try to change the brutality and murder of the Sui Emperor, regardless of success or failure, just to make his life worthwhile.

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhou and Sun Fujia became indifferent instantly.

The murder of Emperor Sui is known to the world.

In the name of disloyalty, he cut down mountains and destroyed temples, confiscated homes and exterminated clans, and reshaped the world!

Everything we have today was gained through sheer bloodshed.

How could the Sui emperor, who had tasted the sweetness, give up such a simple and crude method? Killing can often solve the problem fundamentally. As long as you can withstand the backlash, this is the most perfect method.

"Hmm?" Wei Zheng heard the discussion in the distance and looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing Wei Lianxiang in a bright red official uniform, he could not help but wonder, "Isn't Director Wei cleaning up the northern gentry? Why is he back in Beijing?"

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was responsible for cleansing the south, and the East and West Factories were responsible for cleansing the north.

Yu Wenzhi and Wei Lianxiang are considered to be the busiest of the busy people and have not appeared in the capital city of Daxing for a long time.

He suddenly showed up today, maybe something big has happened. Wei Zheng's heart moved, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, he looked at Ma Zhou and Sun Fuga, and lowered his voice and asked: "Could it be that the Turks are moving?"

Seeing Wei Lianxiang's indifferent gaze, Ma Zhou's expression changed slightly, and he quickly whispered, "Silence!"

Sun Fujia pulled Wei Zheng's clothes and lowered his head to continue his work.

Wei Zheng looked slightly stunned and indifferent. He leaned over silently, took out a book from the box on the ground and started reading it.

Wei Lianxiang glanced at the three of them indifferently, then retracted her gaze and walked slowly and gracefully towards the ninth-floor secluded residence.

With the departure of Wei Lianxiang, everyone around her couldn't help but feel relieved, and the depressing atmosphere became lighter.

Soon, light discussions began to rise and fall, and many people began to speculate with lingering fear.

The killing of Commander Yu Wenzhi and Factory Supervisor Wei Lianxiang is no longer as simple as stopping a child from crying at night.

All the forces targeted by these two people would be wiped out. No one could be at ease in front of such a vicious person.

……

Inside the secluded residence, it is very quiet, and the light penetrates through the window lattices, scattering all over the floor. The interior furnishings are simple yet elegant, and every layout is ingenious, quiet and elegant.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wang Yi closed his eyes slightly, his breath was empty and dark, and he sat cross-legged in the empty space in front of the window.

His ten fingers flew, divine light flowed between them, and he cast a series of spells, weaving out runes that contained the mysteries of heaven and earth, which then sank into the ancient little tripod in front of him.

The small tripod is simple and dark red, with cloud patterns on its surface, as if evolving the mysteries of heaven and earth, and a strong and yang aura permeates the void. The red divine light of varying light and dark seems to be absorbing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Inside the tripod, the golden He Shi Bi slowly rotated, as if resonating with the heaven and earth, rhythmically inhaling and exhaling runes in the divine light.

The breathing of each rune was accompanied by a slight humming sound, causing the void to tremble and tiny black cracks to appear and disappear.

Wei Lianxiang swayed her body and walked slowly and gracefully behind Wang Yi.

He concealed the doubt in his eyes, held the ancient order of change of master in his slender jade-like hands, and bowed respectfully. He opened his thin lips slightly and said in a clear and graceful voice: "Change Master, this is the token you gave to Li Shimin."

After nearly a year and a half, the bandit coalition was completely defeated. Yuwen Chengdu and Sima Dekan were leading their respective armies to encircle and suppress the defeated bandit troops.

Most of the northern gentry and the Li clan were purged by him and the East and West Factories. If Li Shimin had not returned from defeat with the order to change ownership, the Li clan would have become a thing of the past.

Wang Yi opened his lips slightly, and said calmly: "No need to be polite, this matter is not worth your special trip. Tell me the purpose of your trip."

He kept moving, and most of his mind was still devoted to refining the fortune magic weapon. The Heshi Bi was one of the gifts he prepared for the powerful enemy from outer space. He had been concentrating on refining it for more than a year.

The Furnace of Divine Will: Derived from the alchemy method of the Furnace of Divine Will, it integrates the cultivation skills of refining instruments, setting up formations, refining alchemy, talismans, and seal characters.

Although this method is only in its infancy, it has a very high intention and great potential. If it can be pushed to the extreme, it may be possible to use the universe as a refining material to refine something earth-shattering and heaven-defying.

Wei Lianxiang stood up, a solemn expression on her face, and said solemnly, "Li Yuanba, the third son of Li Yuan, is hard for me to understand. He looks like a sick ghost, skinny as a stick, but he has a strength that rivals that of a grandmaster..."

"Oh? You fought with him?" Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but become interested.

Wei Lianxiang nodded: "Yes, even if I use all my strength, I am not sure I can capture this boy."

Of course, this is the case when Li Yuanba's brain is not working well. If his brain is normal, it will be a question whether he can defeat the opponent.

Wang Yi's eyes showed the Bagua runes, and he soon showed surprise and said, "Interesting... Really interesting. This kid has such a deep devilish nature, is it related to the dragon in the Temple of War?"

"War God Temple?! Demonic Dragon?" Wei Lianxiang was surprised. "Is the owner saying that Li Yuanba's strange power comes from the legendary War God Temple? Could the technique this guy practices be the legendary War God Atlas?"

Speaking of the Temple of War God, the first thing that came to his mind was the Atlas of the God of War, or rather, anyone who knew of the existence of the Temple of War God would think so.

Wang Yi shook his head slowly: "It's not the War God Atlas. It's vaguely known from the calculations of the Heavenly Secrets that his transformation is related to the magic dragon in the War God Temple."

After a moment of hesitation, he ordered: "Send a message to Ning Daoqi, and have True Man Ziyang come to the Sutra Pavilion to see me. By the way, remind him that the two-year deadline is approaching, and the Dao Sect should make a decision."

After saying this, he closed his eyes, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Wei Lianxiang hesitated for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "With the change of ownership, Li Yuan secretly communicated with the Turks. If Li Shimin had not made some arrangements, the 400,000-strong Turkic army led by Jie Li Khan would have already stormed the Great Wall."

The token given to Li Shiming by the owner of the house contained information about leaving some foundation for the Li family, but he was not sure about the right timing.

"Kill all those who secretly colluded with foreign races. They have no right to live in this world. As for the issue of the Turkic army, go ask the Sui emperor for his opinion. Go down."

The void fluctuated slightly, and an indifferent voice sounded.

Wei Lianxiang nodded slightly, bowed, turned around and left slowly.

……

The atmosphere in the imperial study was depressing and dignified.

Next to the dragon pillar in front of the imperial desk, the eunuch standing respectfully with his hands hanging down, his aura was faint and one could tell at a glance that he was quite powerful.

Taiyi Yang Guang was wearing a dragon robe and sitting upright behind the imperial desk, his brows revealing an aura of majesty without even being angry.

He raised his eyes calmly and said calmly: "Lord Pei, some people who deserve to die should be sent to reincarnation as soon as possible, and don't stay to get in the way. The contention of a hundred schools of thought is related to the quality of officials and the education of the people... I can't tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes."

After saying this, he casually threw the memorial in his hand to Shi Zhixuan in front of the imperial desk.

Shi Zhixuan slowly opened the memorial and the three words "Bian Bufu" that caught his eye made his brows furrowed. As the names came into view one by one, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Zhu Yuyan is playing with fire! Does she really want to completely ruin the future of Shengmen? It's really unreasonable!

"Your Majesty!" Shi Zhixuan's face became serious, and he bowed solemnly and said, "I will definitely give Your Majesty a satisfactory answer on this matter. I hope Your Majesty will give me some time."

After the imperial examination, the plan of allowing a hundred schools of thought to contend would be officially launched. He did not have much time left, and he had to get a result on this matter as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)