As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 378 Multiple Bets
The morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and unknown birds chirped softly in the forest.

The senior monk frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the morning sky, momentarily lost in thought.

He seemed to have just had a very long dream.

In my dream, I glimpsed the other side of wisdom, a place shrouded in auspicious light and abundant with propitious clouds—a land of ultimate beauty.

Amidst the swirling clouds, and within countless precious temples, the sounds of chanting resound.

He listened to the teachings in the most sublime and noble place before that lotus throne.

He was indeed dull-witted and never grasped the true meaning of it, nor could he achieve perfect enlightenment.

"On this journey into the world, guard against pride and impatience, guard against anger and rage, follow your heart, and the right path will naturally unfold. When you look back, you will see the Pure Land, where you too will sit serenely on a lotus throne..."

He shook his head, somewhat unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, a soft laugh reached my ears.

He shuddered, abruptly raised his head, and gripped his nine-ringed broadsword tightly.

"Mingchen!"

Consciousness returns, memories flow.

He remembered everything that happened last night.

The young man in front of him is no longer his friend.

He had to stop Mingchen, to prevent him from making an irreparable mistake.

Mingchen glanced at the knife in the monk's hand and asked, "Monk, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Do not be angry or stagnant.

He knew that once this strike was made, there might be no turning back. But he still insisted on his will: "Mingchen, are you sure you want to go south to exterminate the monks?"

Looking at the clueless fool, Mingchen shook his head with a hint of regret.

He now understood why this guy had been thrown into the mortal world.

Although on the surface he was a victim of power struggles.

However, the Buddha may have tacitly approved of this.

The monk Buchen's presence in this high-energy power arena might cause even greater trouble.

He needs to experience the world, meet more people, witness more scenes, and gain wisdom in order to survive in the power struggles.

"Let's go!"

The monk sensed that Mingchen's gaze was somewhat impolite and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Return to the North."

Mingchen met the person he wanted to see and learned the information he wanted to know.

Naturally, they wouldn't go south to overturn the table.

He hadn't forgotten his grievances, and the matter wasn't over.

He will find the real enemy and settle the score with Wang Huai.

"what?"

Back to the North?
Didn't they say yesterday they were going south to exterminate the monks, shouting for war and killing?
Mingchen glanced at the nine-ringed broadsword in the monk's hand and sneered, "Are you still pointing that thing at me?"

"Forehead……"

Mingchen's gaze was like that of a venomous snake, and the great monk shuddered for no reason.

He quickly put down the broadsword, chuckling, "Oh! How could that be!"

Since Mingchen wasn't heading south to exterminate the monks, he naturally had no reason to take action.

Whether Mingchen will be injured or not after the fight is unknown, but he himself will certainly die.

He really didn't want to fight someone as dangerous as Mingchen unless absolutely necessary.

"Hurry up and pack your bags!"

"Good good!"

As long as Mingchen doesn't do anything dangerous, they can still be friends.

The monk couldn't stop laughing; his whole demeanor brightened.

"By the way, what did you mean by what you said last night?"

On the way, the monk asked Mingchen with some curiosity, "Is someone behind me? Did someone come last night?"

Mingchen's words yesterday were somewhat inexplicable, and he also inexplicably felt dizzy and had a strange dream.

His mind is full of questions right now.

Mingchen glanced at the obedient little monk carrying his backpack, who had little presence, chuckled, and said meaningfully, "I've met your master."

Last night's meeting was actually very important for Mingchen.

He witnessed firsthand the high-dimensional beings who revealed their identities, and these beings candidly told him their stories, which revealed the power struggles within the higher dimensions of the world.

This validated many of his ideas.

Information is always extremely important.

Information can help people seize opportunities and achieve great success in one step.

Otherwise, they would be going against the tide at the wrong time and would be crushed into dust.

It may seem that he hasn't improved at all, but in reality, he has gained something crucial.

The struggle between beings in higher dimensions takes place on the chessboard, while the battles between the pieces take place on Earth.

Mingchen's current position is somewhere between a chess piece and a chess player.

He has the power to reach the pinnacle, but the time is too short, and he still lacks a lot of information and experience.

Yesterday's communication propelled Mingchen forward by a significant step.

Bu Chen was taken aback: "Huh? My master is here too?"

Shouldn't the old monk stay at the Temple of Seeking Gods?
How did you manage to cross the mountain gate and travel such a long way to this desolate wilderness?
Why have you come to see Mingchen again?
Mingchen patted him on the shoulder and said something cryptic: "You have a good master."

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

Not being angry truly means having a firm and sincere heart, and being righteous and kind.

However, he was emotionally expressive, easily angered and prone to rage, making him the kind of person who was easily manipulated, short-lived, and likely to die.

However, he has a very strong background.

He was the 'mischievous disciple' acknowledged by Buddha.

As long as his loyalty is not in question, no matter what happens to him, there will always be someone to protect him.

Just like the injustice done to the Buddha Maitreya.

They are of the same blood and lineage; their reputation is equivalent to that of their master.

"what?"

Mingchen ignored his question and simply looked up at the sky.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the heavens, peering into the celestial palace of the nine heavens.

No matter how much strength you have, no matter how high you climb.

Everyone is always competing.

He lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

The war between Bei Lie and Qian Yuan is being given more and more meaning.

Is the supreme spiritual leader of Buddhism, who has never made a statement, truly uninvolved in worldly disputes?
I don't think that's necessarily true...

Would he be unaware of the infighting among his subordinates?
By not taking a stance, you won't offend anyone.

The Supreme Buddha did not take sides, but driven by the tide of fate, the two Buddhas placed their bets on opposing camps.

Beneath the layers of the cocoon, neither anger nor injustice are merely the threads that pull the overall trend.

Regardless of who wins or loses.

The Buddhist community is likely to benefit from this upheaval.

The wisdom accumulated over millions of years should not be underestimated.

This person is like that; those who support Bei Lie and stand against Ming Chen are probably not simple either.

……

The new Great Qi, which occupied one-third of the southeastern territory of Qian Yuan, seemed to collapse overnight.

The young emperor disappeared, Grand Marshal Du Yun'an was beheaded in his own residence, and a group of high-ranking officials either died at home or on their way north. The mighty Blood-Clad Army met their former commander Wang Huai, who had come back from the dead, and was disbanded by Wang Huai's impassioned words.

This nationwide uprising finally came to a less-than-perfect end.

The Blood-Clad Army disbanded, plunging the southern border into chaos. Any remaining remnants or bandits who stubbornly resisted were no match for them and were easily wiped out.

Cities were recaptured effortlessly and resumed operation under the Qian Yuan legal system.

Everything, everything, starts anew.

The news of the victory also traveled back to Yueyang City on the wind.

In the imperial court, the officials looked at each other, some speechless.

After a while, an official finally spoke up to praise it.

"Lord Ming is truly a god descended to earth, a genius beyond compare."

"May Heaven bless our Great Qian!"

"The Blood-Clad Army, these traitors, have finally produced..."

"Great!"

"Your Majesty, our Qian Yuan dynasty has been unified again! It is truly thanks to the blessings of our ancestors and the divine intervention of our founding emperor!"

……

It's Mingchen again!

Xiao Ling's report clearly stated that it was Ming Chen who sent him a message informing him that the Great Qi had been destroyed and that the entire army had launched an attack.

The idea of ​​diverting a large amount of water to destroy Tian Hong was already quite absurd.

Now, Mingchen isn't even acting anymore.

Nobody knows how he did it.

They appeared in the Southern Territory in a daze, somehow found the already dead Emperor Qi, Wang Huai, captured and killed a group of high-ranking officials, and disbanded the Blood-Clad Army.

The world was shrouded in mist, and everything before their eyes was blurry.

Only the genius Duke, who was wandering around somewhere, had a clear view of everything.

Could it be that a deity has descended from heaven to help Qian Yuan overcome his difficulties?
At this moment, they felt a sense of beauty akin to primitive people lighting a fire in a cave and watching the Trisolarans fight.

I don't even know how to praise them anymore.

Of course, some clever people guessed the relationship between Mingchen and Wang Huai.

They even suspected a connection between the Blood-Clad Army and Mingchen.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Mingchen's power and status were at their zenith, and his contributions to Qianyuan were indelible.

They now hold a status akin to deities.

Even if it were stated outright that the Blood-Clad Army was created by Ming Chen, it wouldn't have any impact on him.

……

"Good! Good! Good!"

Xiao Xinyue, seated on the throne, laughed heartily and patted the dragon throne: "Bi Haochuan, receive the decree. You are ordered to immediately lead the eight thousand garrison troops of Yueyang City northward to support the northern border."

"The general will obey the order!"

"Jiang Boyu, go and meet the soldiers that General Xiao sent back first. Take the Guangyang Road and head north to support General Ling."

"The general will obey the order!"

"Yang Jingyi, you must immediately set off for the southwest and mobilize 100,000 troops stationed at Shenjiang to move north!"

"Yes!"

This was a turning point in the Qian Yuan era.

Since the Blood-Clad Army uprising, the territory of Qian Yuan has never been complete, and the two regimes have been constantly fighting.

Now the internal strife has finally been eliminated, the Qian Yuan is no longer hampered, and the East and West are united.

There is no longer a need to station a large number of troops to defend the southern border of the Shenjiang River.

The current Qian Yuan is a holy lord with all twelve talismans complete, lacking nothing.

Finally, they can concentrate all their efforts to support Ling Yu, who is struggling in the north, and have a real fight with Bei Lie.

To decide who is the true master of this world.

Bei Lie had been bullying her for some time, and she was facing internal and external troubles, which greatly hampered her.

Now she's going all out!
Xiao Xinyue had been waiting for this day for a long time.

She immediately stood up, slapped the chair, and issued a series of government and military orders.

One by one, the generals stepped forward to receive the imperial decree and lead their troops.

Thanks to Xiao Xinyue's meticulous efforts in the southwest over the past few years, the southwest has become the most important blood and grain supply base in the country.

Despite the hardships and devastation that have ravaged the East, she is still able to allocate resources to continue the fight.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

Suddenly, a rough, hoarse female voice rang out in the court.

"kindness?"

Xiao Xinyue raised an eyebrow.

A female official from the Ministry of Works, who rarely speaks, said, "The steam engine that the Duke entrusted to us has now made a breakthrough."

"Our Invincible Starry Sky has also made progress, equipped with cannons and extremely fast."

"In my opinion, our naval warfare capabilities are no less than those of the Jinglan Alliance!"

The young craftsman raised his head, his eyes shining with confidence and pride: "It's almost summer now, the rivers are long past their freezing period, we can cross the sea and teach Bei Lie a lesson!"

Bei Lie's technological progress is not as fast as Qian Yuan's.

Their large ships that sailed south earlier were far behind the version of the Qian Yuan.

They all dared to launch surprise attacks in winter.

Qian Yuan's ships are better than Bei Lie's, and the season is also more suitable for them.

Why not?

It's time to give the world a real shock by the rapid advancements in technology.

During this time, Mingchen has been busy with the war and with supernatural powers and spells that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

However, the wisdom gained through enlightenment no longer requires his constant presence; it can develop steadily and step by step on its own.

The seeds of technology that the Duke planted despite the ridicule and disdain of the crowd have sprouted vigorously under the nourishment of wisdom, and have unknowingly blossomed into beautiful flowers.

Previously, Tian Hong's surprise attack on Yueyang City was only successful because Qian Yuan's advanced warships provided early support by waterway, which allowed the enemy to retreat.

And this time, they can also take the initiative to set off.

"..."

As Zhang Ruier finished speaking...

A brief silence fell over the court.

Your Majesty previously implemented an industrial reform, which improved the status of the nation's artisans to a certain extent, and even granted them official titles, allowing them to serve in the government.

However, top craftsmen are often stubborn and difficult to get along with, and they rarely speak.

Zhang Ruier's mention of the "Invincible Starry Sea" was full of flaws, and everyone else twitched their lips, wondering what kind of courage she had to say such a name.

However, this is not important.

The point isn't the name, but the ship they're on.

A general skilled in naval warfare stepped forward and advised Xiao Xinyue, "Your Majesty, I believe what Lord Zhang said makes sense! I have tested it on warships, and our ships are extremely fast, have a large carrying capacity, and are less affected by wind."

"Your Majesty, we can also send out a naval force to cooperate with General Ling by land and sea. With a two-pronged approach, we can catch Bei Lie off guard!"

The court officials were also discussing the matter extensively, with some supporting it and others opposing it.

However, there are still more supporters.

Xiao Xinyue lowered her eyes upon hearing this.

Using unconventional tactics carries risks.

When Tian Hong invaded her last time, she defecated a large amount, which made her clearly realize this point.

However... failure cannot erase a person's spirit.

She will become more cautious; she will think more deeply.

However... she still dares to make those unconventional and winning decisions.

"it is good!"

Xiao Xinyue looked at the general and said, "General An, this matter is entrusted to you. Give me a plan within three days."

"The general will obey the order!"

(End of this chapter)