My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

He, a powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, who held the destiny of the entire Tang Dynasty in his hands, was actually being brutally beaten and humiliated on the mahjong table!

Why is that?!

This isn't cultivating immortality!

Little did he know, on this small square table...

Jiang Liyue, Jiang Qingxue, and Li Chen, who deliberately let her win, had long since formed a tacit "three against one" alliance.

It was specifically designed to swindle this wealthy and powerful Tang Dynasty emperor.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the sun sets in the west, the city lights begin to twinkle.

The political discussions in the Taiji Hall were cancelled, and so was the dinner.

In the backyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion.

The sound of shuffling the cards was like a terrifying magic, continuous and endless.

At this moment, Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, like a raging bull.

His once neatly arranged dragon robe was now ripped open at the collar by his impatience.

The flat crown on her head had long been thrown aside, and her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders.

"I refuse to believe this nonsense!"

Li Shimin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the cards in his hand, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

The mountain of top-grade spirit stones that had been piled up in front of him was now empty.

"Father, you've lost everything. Why don't we call it a day?"

Li Chen suppressed a laugh and offered a fake consolation, "It's about cultivating one's mind and character; one shouldn't become too obsessed with it."

"Shut up!"

Li Shimin was so enraged by the defeat that he wouldn't listen to any advice.

In a casino, even the emperor is a complete gambler.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Li Shimin suddenly stood up and untied the exquisite magic weapon carved with golden dragon patterns—the Seven Wolves Jade Belt—from his waist.

With a loud "bang," it was slammed heavily on the table.

"I pledge this jade belt!"

"In addition, there are three boxes of thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk and five top-grade spirit swords in the inner treasury!"

Li Shimin waved his hand, his momentum unstoppable.

"Keep shuffling!"

Jiang Liyue and Jiang Qingxue exchanged a glance, a mischievous smile flashing in their eyes.

"Since Your Majesty is in such a good mood, then I will gladly accompany you."

then.

This miraculous "mind-cultivation treasure" swept through the entire city of Chang'an like a terrible storm, centered on the Qin Prince's mansion.

In just seven days.

Mahjong has become incredibly popular.

It swept through the streets and alleys of the Tang Dynasty with an unstoppable frenzy.

Whether they were royalty or commoners.

Even the otherworldly cultivators who had just surrendered and were originally in seclusion and cultivating diligently all day long were completely overthrown.

Walking on Zhuque Avenue in Chang'an City.

You can no longer hear the roar of spells or the clash of weapons.

Instead.

The sound of shuffling cards filled the city, crisp and melodious, like celestial music!

Inside the restaurant.

Four old monsters in the Golden Core stage, dressed in Taoist robes, were sitting around a table, arguing heatedly.

"Old Li, did you peek at my cards just now?!"

"Nonsense! How could I, the dignified leader of a sect, do such a despicable thing! You clearly threw the wrong ball, set off the cannon, and now you want to deny it?"

"Enough talk, pay up! Three mid-grade spirit stones, or I'll pluck your beard!"

Outside the teahouse.

Several porters and laborers were playing mahjong with mud tiles in a broken wooden box, having a great time.

Even the yamen of bad people.

Lu Fei and Lin Qing'er, who are known for their impartiality and incorruptibility, also got together with the Bad Commander after get off work and played four rounds of football.

The entire Tang Dynasty was engulfed in an unprecedented mahjong frenzy.

In Li Chen's words.

This is called "using entertainment to enter the Tao, and cultivating the mind for all."

Of course, apart from one emperor who lost so much that he was almost stripped of his underwear, everyone else thought this magic weapon was quite good.

……

Taiji Palace, Lizheng Hall.

The night was dark.

Empress Zhangsun sat upright on the phoenix couch, looking at Li Shimin, whose face was full of dejection and whose eyes were bloodshot.

"His Majesty."

Empress Zhangsun suppressed a smile and handed over a cup of calming tea.

"I heard that you lost your jade belt and your favorite dragon pendant to that girl Liyue?"

Li Shimin's hand trembled slightly as he took the teacup, and his old face instantly turned bright red.

"That...that was because I was being considerate of my daughter-in-law and deliberately gave her the water."

Li Shimin stubbornly refused to admit his mistake.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Empress Zhangsun smiled slightly, "Then how come I heard that Lord Wei Zheng pointed his finger at you again at the morning court this day, saying that you are 'addicted to gambling and the country is doomed'?"

When Wei Zheng is mentioned.

Li Shimin jumped up from the couch like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't mention that old scoundrel to me!"

Li Shimin paced back and forth in the palace in a fit of rage.

"These pedantic scholars are becoming increasingly lawless. I only played a few rounds of cards, and he actually summoned eight phantom figures to point at my nose and curse me for a full half hour!"

Just as Li Shimin was furious and preparing to settle accounts with Li Chen and make him take back this damn mahjong set,

Above Chang'an City.

Suddenly, a ripple like water spread across the cloudless, azure sky.

Followed by.

A massive lotus-shaped spirit boat, radiating dazzling golden light and stretching for tens of meters, slowly broke through the void barrier and descended directly above this bustling metropolis.

On the deck of the spirit boat.

Dozens of monks stood there, their heads shaved and wearing bright red robes embroidered with gold thread.

They clasped their hands together, their faces solemn and dignified.

Behind each person's head, a faint golden halo seemed to float, making them appear as if they were gods descended from the heavens.

A series of ethereal and melodious chants, accompanied by a shower of golden mandala petals, spread from the spirit boat in all directions.

"Master, please look down."

A handsome young monk with the Buddhist name "Huiming" stood at the bow of the boat.

He looked down at the vast city of Chang'an from his high vantage point, a hint of undisguised arrogance and pity flashing in his eyes.

"This mortal realm is indeed burdened with deep-seated karmic obstacles."

Huiming shook his head and sighed softly.

"Countless mortals are like ants, toiling aimlessly and sinking into the sea of ​​suffering of birth, aging, sickness, and death."

"Even the air is permeated with a lingering, worldly, and materialistic stench."

Standing in front of him.

He was an old monk with a white beard reaching his chest and a compassionate expression on his face.

This old monk, whose Dharma name is "Jingkong," is the chief elder of the Great Thunder Temple in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the late Golden Core stage, only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage!

"Amitabha."

The old monk Jingkong chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice, his voice like a resounding bell, exuding boundless majesty.

"People are foolish and do not know the compassion of Buddha."

"We have crossed borders and come eastward this time precisely to sow the seeds of Buddhism in this uncivilized wasteland of mortals."

A fervent light flickered in the eyes of the Venerable Master Jingkong.

"As long as we can convert the hundreds of millions of people of the Tang Dynasty and establish endless faith and spiritual power for our Buddhist kingdom."

"My cultivation, which has stagnated for hundreds of years, will surely be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop!"

From the perspective of these Buddhist practitioners.

This kingdom called the Great Tang was nothing more than a secular dynasty that had just experienced a spiritual revival.

No matter how powerful a mortal emperor may be, he can only kneel and kowtow before these immortals and gods who possess extraordinary powers, and submit to their authority.

They have come to bestow grace!