My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

A full incense stick's time had passed.

"Bang."

Li Jing abruptly withdrew his right hand.

Master Kuhai was like a pile of mud with its bones removed, completely limp on the ground.

He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were unfocused, and he had become a complete idiot who couldn't even speak.

Li Jing stood still, his eyes tightly closed, rapidly processing the vast amount of information obtained from the soul search.

Sudden.

Li Jing suddenly opened his eyes!

That face, which was always calm and composed, unmoved even by the collapse of Mount Tai.

A surge of ecstatic joy and an uncontrollable, intense tremor emerged within him!

"Your Highness!"

Li Jing turned around abruptly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"We're going to strike it rich! Our Great Tang Dynasty is really going to make a fortune this time!"

Li Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Oh? What makes you say that, Commander Li?"

Li Jing took a deep breath, suppressing his wildly beating heart, and spoke in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly.

"In this old bald monk's memory, there is not only a complete list of their spies who have infiltrated various border passes of the Tang Dynasty."

"More importantly!"

Li Jing's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"From the deepest recesses of his soul, this old minister has unearthed the precise spatial coordinates of the Western Buddhist Kingdom's headquarters!"

boom!

As soon as those words were spoken...

A dazzling, almost blinding purple-gold light suddenly burst forth from Li Chen's eyes.

He stepped right up to Li Jing.

"What did you say?"

"You found the coordinates of their hideout?!"

"Absolutely true!"

Li Jing clenched his fists excitedly.

"That place is called 'Little Thunder Temple,' a unique world with an unimaginably profound cultural heritage and abundant spiritual energy!"

"They sent these wicked monks to infiltrate the Tang Dynasty in order to establish spatial anchor points on various borders and prepare to open up a stable large-scale interdimensional teleportation array."

"This is to welcome the Buddhist army of Little Thunderclap Temple and bring them all to our Great Tang!"

Upon hearing this earth-shattering secret...

Li Chen felt no fear whatsoever.

Instead, he raised his head and let out a wild, arrogant laugh that exuded boundless domineering power.

"Hahaha! Good! Excellent!"

Li Chen laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and he clapped his hands repeatedly.

"I've been looking for those damned bald monks who love to scheme behind the scenes."

"They're so generous; they even brought their own house keys to our door!"

Li Chen waved his hand, turned around, and strode out.

The hem of the battle robe fluttered in the wind.

"Lu Fei! Immediately activate the highest-level, top-secret communication channel!"

"Send these coordinates back to Chang'an exactly as they were!"

"Give it to my father, the Emperor, and Prince Wei, Li Tai!"

In Li Chen's eyes, the killing intent was boiling like a tangible substance.

"Tell them to prepare for the most exciting and biggest deal since the founding of the Tang Dynasty!"

……

Half an hour later.

Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

Taiji Palace, inside the Taiji Hall.

The atmosphere at today's morning court session was unusually somber.

Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty sat on the dragon throne, his brows furrowed, as he reviewed memorials from various regions concerning the rebellion of wicked monks.

Sudden.

"Report—!!!"

A drawn-out, urgent announcement broke the silence of the hall.

King Li Tai of Wei had a large, round belly.

He held a spirit crystal phone high in his hand, emitting a rapid red light.

Like an out-of-control ball of flesh, it stumbled and crashed into the Taiji Hall.

"Father! Great news! Absolutely great news!"

Li Tai ran breathlessly to the foot of the steps, his face flushed with excitement, and he was almost out of breath.

"My sixteenth brother and Lord Li Wei have sent a top-secret message from Liangzhou!"

"They not only wiped out the evil monk's underground stronghold in one fell swoop."

"They even obtained the precise spatial coordinates of the Western Buddhist Kingdom's headquarters—'Little Thunder Temple'—through soul searching!"

Quiet.

The vast Taiji Hall was silent for a brief, almost negligible period.

With a loud "boom!"

It's like pouring a large basin of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.

The entire court was instantly in an uproar!

"What?! We've found that bunch of bald monks' lair?!"

Cheng Yaojin was the first to jump out.

He was so excited that he ripped off his official hat, revealing his bald head, and jumped three feet high.

"Your Majesty! What are we waiting for! Let's do it!"

Cheng Yaojin's eyes turned red, like a bull in heat.

"My axe has been itching for a long time! Last time in the northern frontier, I was disgusted by those hypocritical gods and Buddhas from afar. This time, I'm going to personally kill them in their temple!"

"Smash all their Buddha statues and use them as chamber pots! Strip them of their gilded bodies and fill the national treasury!"

Yuchi Gong also jumped out hastily to echo him, waving his fist, which was the size of a vinegar jar.

"Yes! Send troops! We must send troops!"

"How dare they plot against the destiny of our Great Tang Dynasty! We must teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

Even the civil service, which has always advocated benevolence and morality and insisted on having a legitimate reason for doing anything.

This time, no one stood up to stop it.

Wei Zheng, the Duke of Zheng, was the number one critic of the Tang Dynasty.

With a cold, old face, he strode out of the queue.

He straightened his dark court robes, and a righteous aura emanated from his body.

"His Majesty."

Wei Zheng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his voice booming like a great bell, resounding throughout the hall.

"These wicked monks of Buddhism are bewitching people and attempting to overthrow the very foundation of our Great Tang Dynasty. They are heinous traitors who have stolen the country!"

Confucius said, "To achieve benevolence," and Mencius said, "To uphold righteousness!"

"Faced with such evil spirits, we Confucian scholars should also wield our swords to vanquish them, uphold justice, and safeguard the nation!"

Wei Zheng suddenly raised his head, his voice booming like thunder.

"This old minister seconds the proposal to send troops!"

Even Wei Zheng, the most stubborn donkey, agreed.

There were no more obstacles in the imperial court.

All eyes, filled with fervent fighting spirit, converged on the bright yellow figure atop the ninth level of the Imperial Staircase.

Li Shimin slowly stood up.

His breathing became somewhat heavy.

In his deep dragon eyes, it seemed as if two raging flames capable of burning the heavens were burning fiercely.

In the last battle in the northern frontier, he used the golden dragon of national fortune to shatter the Buddha's eye from afar, which was incredibly domineering.

But that was ultimately just a passive defensive counterattack.

And now.

The roles of offense and defense have shifted!

The Tang Dynasty has finally grasped the sword of judgment to take the initiative!

"What a magnificent Western Buddhist kingdom!"

Li Shimin sneered and suddenly drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist.