The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Seeing Shi Jingqing's very confident expression, Wang Jiuling was also very curious.

Shi Jingqing smiled and explained to Wang Jiuling:

"Brother Wang, if you want to spread your teachings, you only need three things: first, the hearts of the people."

Second, reputation.

Third, the support of the imperial court, or at least its refusal to suppress you.

But I have a method that can take all three into account!

"When I get to Lin'an, I will expose my uncle and bring him down from his post. At that time, I will be a celebrity among the literati in Lin'an."

Shi Jingqing patted his chest.

"Brother Wang, think about it. If you tell the world about saving me, you'll become famous in Lin'an!"

You are the hero who brought down my uncle, that powerful minister!

"At that time, scholars from all over the world will praise you, and the common people will spread your name by word of mouth after they learn about this matter."

By then, your fame will not only be known in the martial arts world, nor just among the common people in the streets.

"But everyone in the world knows it!"

Wang Jiuling listened to Shi Jingqing's words and fell into thought.

Yes, the so-called scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, including scions of prominent families like Shi Jingqing, and scholars from Lin'an.

Their power is terrifying.

The Song Dynasty valued literature over military affairs, and scholars from prominent families wielded considerable influence, especially scholars like Shi Jingqing.

With many friends and a good reputation, one can summon a large group of friends with just a word.

This is also why Shi Songzhi insisted on killing Shi Jingqing, because Shi Jingqing was not only a member of the Shi family.

He was quite famous among literati, and when he took the lead in causing trouble, Shi Songzhi really couldn't withstand it.

If Shi Jingqing were to use Shi Songzhi's affair to help promote Wang Jiuling, then Wang Jiuling's reputation would truly be established.

The common people may not care whether it's true or not, but if someone can bring down a powerful minister, they will definitely help them.

In this day and age, reputation can truly be a source of income, or it can be used as a weapon.

At this moment, Shi Jingqing spoke again.

"Furthermore, regarding the imperial court, if you, my brother, gain fame because of this, then those officials in the court who are eager to bring down my uncle will inevitably have to openly invite you to be their honored guest, even if it's just for their own reputation!"

"If you take this opportunity to preach, even if they don't help you, they won't openly stand up to stop you!"

This is a fantastic opportunity!

Shi Jingqing was absolutely right. The power struggles in the Song Dynasty's officialdom were too severe. They would do anything to bring down Prime Minister Shi Songzhi.

Those who are virtuous will receive much help.

"Brother Shi, your insights are unique. I would be extremely grateful if you would be willing to help me!"

Wang Jiuling lamented that Shi Songzhi had reached the pinnacle of his official career.

His character is so bad that even his own nephew would risk his life to bring him down.

"Brother Wang, when you say thank you, it really means you're treating me like an outsider!"

Shi Jingqing smiled happily; he couldn't be more eager to help Wang Jiuling and lessen his guilt.

Shi Jingqing is still very weak. If he wants to go to Lin'an, he will probably need to recuperate for a few more days.

For his safety, Wang Jiuling took him with him for the time being.

While passing through a small town, they encountered disciples of the Quanzhen School.

So they came from Tiantai Mountain.

A few days ago, Wang Zhongli discovered that the Taoist acolytes in his temple were secretly sending messages to the Shi family.

After further questioning, it was learned that Tong had relayed the information that Wang Jiuling had killed Wu Yong back to the historians.

Just then, Lu Qingdu and his disciples went to Tiantai Mountain. After learning about this, they sent two disciples to remind Wang Jiuling.

That's how we met them on the way.

The two met up and went together to Tiantai Mountain to find Wang Zhongli.

Wang Zhongli has also been busy with this matter for the past month, and he personally went to see two important figures.

That was a disciple of Bai Yuchan, the grandmaster of the Southern Golden Elixir School.

Peng Si.

This is currently the most active leader of the Southern Golden Elixir School.

Master Helin, Peng Si, voluntarily gave up his official career to become a disciple of Bai Yuchan, and even brought his wife along to cultivate Taoism.

His status within the Golden Elixir School is extremely high.

He was invited to Tiantai Mountain by Wang Zhongli, just to see Wang Jiuling.

Peng Si was still very curious about Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling was granted the title of "True Man" by the Quanzhen School at a young age, which is extremely rare in Taoism.

Because of their youth, they often lack the necessary mental state, which is something the Quanzhen School values ​​highly.

Upon hearing that Wang Jiuling had arrived, Wang Zhongli went to the mountain gate to greet him, and Peng Si stood beside him.

"Fellow Daoist, this Qingyang Zhenren has a very high reputation in the martial arts world, but are you sure he can shoulder the responsibility of my alchemy?"

Peng Si was still very skeptical.

Beside him, Wang Zhongli offered no explanation, but smiled and pointed down the mountain: "Fellow Daoist Qingyang will be here soon, then we'll see."

Peng Si frowned, his worry still lingering between his brows. If Wang Zhongli hadn't repeatedly invited him, he would never have come to Tiantai Mountain.

Soon, they met Wang Jiuling, who was going up the mountain. The others were at the foot of the mountain, and this time Wang Jiuling was going up the mountain alone.

Peng Si looked down and saw a young Taoist leading a Taoist priest in blue robes up the mountain.

On the cobblestone path, Wang Jiuling walked at a leisurely pace, each step he took just the right distance, not a fraction more or less.

Her feet felt light as if she were walking on clouds, and her clothes swayed in the wind like a gentle breeze rustling willow branches.

At first glance, he looks like a hermit living in the mountains, but upon closer inspection, he looks like an ordinary Taoist priest who has blended into the mountain scenery, nothing special.

Peng Si was instantly captivated by the scene of "Taoists climbing the mountain." He froze, muttering to himself:

"When you reach the deepest part of the mist and clouds, the color of your clothes blends with the color of the mountains."

With just one glance, Peng Si could see that Wang Jiuling was extraordinary; every step he took and every breath he took demonstrated his profound cultivation.

Yet its aura is restrained, lacking any sharpness.

Wang Jiuling left calmly and naturally, with a dignified air, clearly having a clear conscience and a clear conscience.

This is a manifestation of mastery of alchemy and a clear understanding of the Dao.

Peng Si lowered his hand and fixed his gaze on Wang Jiuling. He did not look away even as Wang Jiuling approached.

"Fellow Daoist! You've finally arrived!" Wang Zhongli cupped his hands, looking at Wang Jiuling in surprise.

He felt that Wang Jiuling had a different, more inexplicable quality about him compared to the last time he came.

"This humble Daoist, Helin, greets Fellow Daoist Qingyang!"

Peng Si took the initiative to step forward and cup his hands in greeting. Wang Jiuling also greeted the two fellow Daoists with a smile and listened as Wang Zhongli introduced Peng Si to him.

Wang Zhongli smiled and looked at Peng Si, his eyes seeming to say, "How about it? Does Fellow Daoist Qingyang meet your standards?"

Peng Si felt somewhat ashamed. He had only heard of the name and yet had already looked down on it, which was really wrong of him.

The three of them entered the Taoist temple together.

No one could have imagined that the glory of the Quanzhen School would begin from this small Taoist temple.

Just as Wang Jiuling was making final preparations for going to the Mongol camp.

Quanzhen School, Chongyang Palace.

Early in the morning, Ma Yu, dragging his aged body, wanted to pay his respects to Wang Chongyang.

However, Wang Chongyang's palace was empty and deserted.

"Master?"