Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

The monk sneered, "Aren't you the same? You openly claim that the immortal sect doesn't get involved in court affairs, but what are you doing now?"

Zhao Yuanheng, his embarrassment at being exposed, coughed lightly and said, "I'm just curious. I've heard that Maitreya has ten Dharma Kings. May I ask which one you are? Could you be Longhua, the head of the Dharma Kings?"

"How could that be? You really think too highly of this humble monk."

The monk chuckled self-deprecatingly and replied, "This humble monk turns the wheel."

Upon hearing the word "rotation wheel," Zhao Yuanheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took a step back.

He then questioned, "Zhuanlun, what exactly was your intention in advising the Crown Prince on his assassination?"

Zhuanlun smiled and said, "The great calamity of the year is approaching, and the mortal world will undergo great changes. What your immortal sect is plotting is the same as what my Maitreya sect is plotting."

Zhao Yuanheng snorted coldly: "You are coveting the fate of the Crown Prince of Li. You are probably not capable of bearing the consequences of the previous dynasty's imperial achievements."

Zhuanlun laughed and said, "As long as this master-disciple relationship exists, the fortune of the previous dynasty will belong to my Maitreya Sect."

Zhao Yuanheng immediately understood everything: "The assassination was just bait. Your real purpose was to save people at the last minute, take the Crown Prince of Li as your disciple, and form a karmic bond so that the karma of his imperial career could be used to suppress the fortune of the Xiang Army."

"Damn you, Brahman, you wish! This is not for you to touch."

On his clean, white face, without the slightest hint of scheming, he smiled and said, "If your immortal sects can scheme for something, why can't our Maitreya Sect get a share?"

Zhao Yuanheng shouted, "The cause and effect of the imperial cause was released by my immortal sect and should be used by my immortal sect. How can it be given to your Maitreya sect for nothing?"

The Wheel-Turning Dharma King still smiled amiably: "The fortune of the world belongs to the virtuous. Emperor Jingzhao was without virtue, and his son has no great fortune. He is not worthy of this imperial cause and effect. As a disciple of the immortal sect, you should not go against the will of Heaven. You would be better off leaving quickly."

Zhao Yuanheng sneered: "How do you know the Crown Prince lacks great fortune? The Great Zhou's destiny has not run out, and the dynasty can still continue for another Yuan dynasty."

"A fool's dream," the Wheel-Turning Dharma King mocked.

"Hmph!" Zhao Yuanheng didn't want to argue with him. He pointed his brow, and silver lightning suddenly burst forth, surging like a tidal wave, and the sword light swept across like a rolling river.

"Why bother? Amitabha."

As the Dharma King chanted the Buddha's name, a radiant light emanated from his body, and a disc resembling a sun crown appeared before him.

The hands on the sun's crown reversed time, and the next moment, Zhao Yuanheng's sword light dimmed, no longer as sharp as before.

Zhao Yuanheng's expression hardened, and he hurriedly retrieved his flying sword.

The Chakravartin also retrieved his sundial ritual implement.

Zhao Yuanheng cupped his hands in admiration: "I admire you. I had long heard that the Wheel-Turning Dharma King had the ability to manipulate time. Seeing it today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."

"Likewise." The Wheel-Turning Dharma King returned a Buddhist salute and politely asked, "Benefactor Zhao, if there is nothing else, this humble monk will take his leave."

Zhao Yuanheng did not try to keep him, and watched him leave.

He immediately turned back to find the prince and handed over the memorial stone.

"Your Highness, the Maitreya sect is not to be trusted; we must take precautions as soon as possible."

The prince, after watching the video of his conversation with the Wheel-Turning Dharma King, turned ashen-faced and asked, "In your opinion, what should I do?"

Zhao Yuanheng replied, "Our immortal sect does not get involved in court disputes."

Li Hongzhong said, "Your Highness, in my opinion, it would be better to send the assassin back and explain the implications to the Prince of Li."

The Crown Prince's eyes flashed: "Does the Junior Tutor mean that I should form an alliance with Prince Li to jointly resist the Xiang Army?"

"Exactly."

Li Hongzhong explained his reasoning: "Your Highness, although Prince Li has rebellious intentions, he is ultimately of royal blood. How can we stand by and watch the Great Zhou dynasty fall into the hands of traitors?"

The crown prince fell silent for a long time before making his decision: "Zhao Yuanheng, I'll trouble you to make a trip and return the assassin."

"Okay." Zhao Yuanheng immediately set off.

Li Hongzhong watched Zhao Yuanheng leave, gritting his teeth as he said, "The immortal sects cannot be trusted."

The Crown Prince said bitterly, "In the end, isn't it all about overthrowing the Great Zhou Dynasty and letting Prince Li ascend the throne? I just don't understand why the Immortal Sect insists on supporting Prince Li to the throne? My father may have been a bit incompetent, but wasn't he forced into it by the Immortal Sect? If he could, who wouldn't want to be a good emperor? Damn the Immortal Sect!"

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words and calm down," Li Hongzhong calmly advised.

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?"

The Crown Prince, like a disgruntled woman, flew into a rage: "The Maitreya Sect, the Immortal Cult, they're all plotting against my Great Zhou Dynasty! Is my Great Zhou so worth their attention? I refuse to accept this! I will defy fate!"

Seeing the Crown Prince in such a state of disarray, Li Hongzhong felt a pang of heartache.

The immortal sects of Biyang are driving people crazy.

……

"Your Highness, please show yourself."

Lin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly heard someone transmit a voice. With a thought, he immediately escaped the room and saw Zhao Yuanheng, who was carrying a person in his hand, Song Yan, who had been tortured beyond recognition.

Song Yan was thrown to the ground: "Young Master, I am Zhao Yuanheng from Tongtian Pavilion, serving in the Hall of Offerings. I am here on the orders of the Crown Prince to return this person to you. How about we talk?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was answered with a shot from Lin Mo.

[Silver spear pierces the Milky Way!]

Zhao Yuanheng's face paled in horror. He hurriedly turned to dodge the spear's edge, shouting at the same time, "Your Highness, hold on! I've come to discuss an alliance."

Lin Mo retrieved the Dragon Gallant Silver Light Spear.

He didn't exert much force in this attack, otherwise Zhao Yuanheng wouldn't have been able to dodge it so easily.

Zhao Yuanheng also knew that he was just venting his anger and did not actually kill him.

"Why does the Crown Prince want to form an alliance with me?" Lin Mo questioned.

Zhao Yuanheng didn't hesitate and threw the recording stone to him.

Lin Mo examined the records inside the recording stone and frowned.

The Dharma King of Maitreya sect wanted to form a master-disciple relationship with me.

This is like treating yourself like food and eating yourself.

What a wonderful celibate!

Zhao Yuanheng proposed to Lin Mo, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince wishes to form an alliance with the Prince of Li's residence to jointly resist the Xiang Army rebels. What do you think?"

Lin Mo replied, "Sure, an alliance is no problem, but he needs to show some sincerity first."

Zhao Yuanheng frowned: "What kind of sincerity does the Crown Prince want?"

"It's very simple," Lin Mo said arrogantly, "Emperor Jingzhao abdicated in favor of my father."

"What?"

Are you crazy?

Zhao Yuanheng couldn't help but complain inwardly, and said with a helpless expression, "The Crown Prince cannot agree to this."

Lin Mo said sarcastically, "If that's the case, then please leave."

Zhao Yuanheng refused to leave and advised, "Your Highness, for the sake of the world, please agree to the alliance. The Maitreya Sect is not a benevolent force; you must not fall for their treacherous schemes."

Lin Mo replied, "I know, but your Crown Prince is no good. He's a powerless heir apparent, yet he comes to me with empty words to discuss an alliance. He's giving himself too much face. He's not worthy at all! Bah!"

Faced with Lin Mo's merciless spittle, Zhao Yuanheng's face turned ugly: "He is, after all, the Crown Prince of the current dynasty. Besides, isn't this person sincere enough? Assassinating the Crown Prince of the current dynasty is a crime of treason, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family."

"Play Clan Match-3 with me."

Lin Mo sneered and pointed out, "Song Yan did indeed leave the Prince's residence. Even if I hadn't kicked him out long ago, if he had attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince, I could have claimed it was a frame-up. And even if he had actually succeeded, so what? Exterminate his entire family, huh? Come on, his father, the Emperor, is my father's half-brother. If he killed someone from my Prince's residence, shouldn't he be counted too? Exterminate his entire family? Forget it!"