Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

If Wei Zhuang still rushed to die, he would be stupid.

Seeing that Wei Zhuang and Yan Dan were about to have a complete quarrel, Gai Nie could no longer bear it and stepped out to smooth things over, saying, "Your Highness, Xiao Zhuang, calm down first."

"Prince, the game of competing for the He Clan Jade is indeed not suitable for us to participate in."

"Xiao Zhuang, we are all gathered together for the same goal. Don't overturn the table and draw your sword at every turn. It's not conducive to unity."

Gai Niejia was really in a dilemma as he was caught between Yan Dan and Wei Zhuang.

Jing Tianming, whom Gai Nie has been taking care of, is already the next leader of the Mohist School. His fate is intertwined with that of Yan Dan and others, and they are inseparable.

Wei Zhuang is Gai Nie's junior fellow apprentice. Although the two sides have been fighting for many years, there is no real hatred between them. On the contrary, in that fight, the friendship between the brothers has become more and more precious.

Watching the people of the Qin Dynasty quarreling with each other.

Yang Zhao's expression suddenly changed, as if he had noticed something. A smile appeared on his face. He ignored the many people from the Qin Dynasty and looked at Qin Mengyao instead.

"Fairy Qin, Young Master Li has made preparations outside and the army is leaving the city."

"Now, should we set off as well?"

As he spoke, Yang Zhao dragged the bronze box containing the He Shi Bi in one hand and reached out to Qin Mengyao with the other.

Under the cover of Yang Zhao's aura and locked with his true energy, Qin Mengyao didn't even have the slightest room to resist. She was held in Yang Zhao's hands like a little lover who had a quarrel.

Qin Mengyao also has the cultivation level of the seventh level of heavenly being, and is a well-known genius in the Sui and Ming dynasties.

But under Yang Zhao's lock, he was like a puppet with a supporting string, making people dizzy.

Wang Baobao and Zhao Min were still frightened and whispered to Bi Xuan: "Mr. Wu Zun, you can do it so easily..."

Bi Xuan's face darkened and he said, "It is impossible at this time."

The Martial Saint is very powerful, and many of his methods are extremely magical, but they are not omnipotent.

Bi Xuan only took a glance at Qin Mengyao's condition, and his face turned extremely dark. He interrupted the conversation of Wang Baobao and Zhao Min cleanly.

If you can achieve such a level, why are you still fighting for the Heshi Bi?

If you have that much time, why not go directly to the ancestral land of Changshengtian, accept the test from Changshengtian, become one of the thirteen wings under the throne of Changshengtian, and obtain the inheritance left by the thirteen gods of Changshengtian?

Bi Xuan, Wang Baobao and others spoke in low voices.

But Zhu Wusi and others nearby also heard it clearly.

The four secret agents under Zhu Wusi, Tiandi Xuanhuang, were still easier to deal with. However, people like Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuxue, and Ye Gucheng, who were entangled in various things and had to come to help, all looked at Zhu Wusi.

Zhu Wusi smiled awkwardly and said, "Just pretend. We'll just pretend when the time comes."

Everyone in Tianhe Building has their own plans.

The alliance that the Kanto families had worked so hard to build had almost been shattered.

Qin Mengyao: "..."

Yang Zhao was a man with too much strength and scheming. He was just a Zen master of Pure Thoughts, but he was exploited to the extreme. The alliance was almost disintegrated before it even started.

I will leave the city later, and I don't know what the result will be.

Chapter 462 Yang Zhao Arrives at the Pure Zen Sect

There is a difference and distance between ordinary celestial beings and martial saints as big as that between heaven and earth.

But even a genius like Qin Mengyao, although often defeated by ordinary Martial Saints, can never be easily defeated.

Not to mention, with just a flick of his fingers, he could turn a genius like Qin Mengyao into a puppet in his hands.

However, under Yang Zhao's 'hand in hand', Qin Mengyao had no choice.

The two of them just walked hand in hand in the streets and alleys of Luoyang City like a young couple, and under Yang Zhao's magical steps, the two of them wandered around and saw the prosperity of Luoyang, but they did not waste any time.

It only took less than half an hour.

Yang Zhao and Qin Mengyao have arrived at a mountain area outside the south gate of Luoyang City.

Following a broad and solid road, it didn't take long for the two to see the Pure Zen Buddhism hidden among the green mountains and clear waters.

As one of the representatives of Buddhism in the Sui Dynasty, he was as famous as Cihang Jingzhai.

The wealth of the Jingnian Zen Sect is even enough to surpass that of many aristocratic families. The roads are made of bluestone and the walls are made of white. After crossing the gate that smells of sandalwood, the main hall of the Jingnian Zen Sect appears in the sight of Yang Zhao and Qin Mengyao.

When Yang Zhao and Qin Mengyao appeared, the Jingnian Zen Sect seemed to have received the news early on. Only the monk Liaokong and several white-bearded old men appeared in front of the two.

The rest of the younger generation of monks had already been evacuated by the Jingnian Zen Sect early on.

Yang Zhao didn't care about the series of actions of the Pure Mind Zen Sect at all. He pulled Qin Mengyao and said like a tourist, "Fairy Qin, you are also considered a half-successor of the Pure Mind Zen Sect. Why don't you introduce these high monks of the Pure Mind Zen Sect to this temple?"

Faced with Yang Zhao's frivolous attitude, Qin Mengyao felt her heart trembling.

Especially when Qin Mengyao just raised her head and her eyes met those of Monk Liaokong and others, her sword heart, which had already been extremely strong, showed signs of cracking at this moment.

Qin Mengyao and Cihang Jingzhai pulled the Jingnian Zen Sect into this game.

But when the game just started, Jingnian Zen became the first one to be eliminated, and also the one with the most miserable ending.

Now, Yang Zhao even wants Qin Mengyao to introduce him to someone from the Jingnian Zen Sect.

In a sense, this was simply asking Qin Mengyao to execute these "masters" with her own hands, because Qin Mengyao knew that the final outcome of every monk who stayed here would inevitably be martyrdom.

"Amitabha, benefactor, why do you have to embarrass my disciple?"

"I am a poor monk, and I am the leader of the Pure Mind Zen Sect. I am bringing many of my disciples to respectfully welcome Your Highness to hold incense and worship the Buddha."

Just when Qin Mengyao was almost publicly executed and Jianxin was on the verge of collapse.

An old monk with white eyebrows, long beard and a peaceful face, led a group of bald heads and bowed to Yang Zhao.

Monk Liaojin, who had reached the pinnacle of celestial cultivation and practiced the art of Zen without thought, was entrusted by Yan Jing'an of Cihang Jingzhai to teach Qin Mengyao for three years.

Behind him, in addition to Monk Lekong, there are Lewu, Xuanxu, Faming, Buchen, Buchi, Butan, Buju and a group of people with high cultivation.

Yang Zhao didn't care about the monk Lejin's greeting.

In this Pure Zen Sect, Yang Zhao felt like he was back home. He glanced at everyone and then looked at the monk Xuanxu and said, "Master Xuanxu, when you were preaching in the Song Dynasty, did I treat you harshly?"

Monk Xuanxu, who also has the highest level of cultivation, is the head of the Jingnian Zen sect of the Song Dynasty.

Facing Yang Zhao's question, Monk Xuanxu's expression changed, he put his hands together and said: "The saint has a broad mind, which can integrate the four seas and eight wildernesses. He also has wisdom, which can eliminate the source of many disasters in our Buddhist sect. I travel around the Song Dynasty without any taboos, and I enjoy the joy of Buddhism and learn a lot."

Yang Zhao laughed and said, "Oh? Then why did you, the Pure Nian Zen Sect, want to plot against me with the Cihang Jingzhai?"

Monk Xuanxu had been in the Song Dynasty for a long time and was considered a virtuous monk, but he could not tell a lie, so he could only keep his mouth shut, silently chanting the Buddha's name in his heart, not daring to look Yang Zhao in the eye.

Yang Zhao sneered and said, "You're not talking? That means Cihang Jingzhai gave you more than I did?"

Monk Xuanxu had already heard the murderous intent in Yang Zhao's heart, and he dared not continue to evade. He immediately bowed and said, "Saint, I have no power to influence the sect, nor do I have the intention to betray the sect. Therefore, I have no thoughts and will return to heaven. I only ask Your Highness to show leniency to my disciples in the Song Dynasty."

Yang Zhao waved his hand in a disinterested manner and said, "You can commit suicide. Your disciples should stop practicing and concentrate on meditation and chanting scriptures, and they will be fine."

"Amitabha!"

Monk Xuanxu chanted a Buddhist name and bowed to Yang Zhao again. He then looked at Monk Liaojin, Monk Liaokong and others, revealed a bitter smile, and then sat cross-legged on the ground. All his cultivation dissipated and he passed away on the spot.

"Amitabha!"

Upon seeing this scene, many followers of the Jingnian Zen school, such as Liaojin, Liaokong, Faming, etc., were all filled with grief. They chanted the Buddha's name and began to recite the sutras on rebirth.

Monk Xuanxu was from the Great Song Dynasty, and his disciples were all in the Great Song Dynasty.

If the Jingnian Zen Sect of the Great Sui Dynasty was not the main ancestral home of the sect, Monk Xuanxu would not even want to come back.

But this time when he came back, he was caught in the vortex of human struggle for the dragon. He was neither tolerated by Yang Zhao, the Song Dynasty, nor by the Pure Nian Zen Sect, so he had no choice but to die.

After forcing Monk Xuanxu to death.

Yang Zhao shifted his gaze to Monk Wu, and with a smile on his face, he said, "Monk Wu, the shadow eunuch of the Hongwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I wonder if you have ever seen the Dharma Master of the Ming Cult, the Sun Sect, in the Ming Palace?"

"It's strange to say that with the great talent and strategy of the Ming Dynasty Hongwu Emperor, could he allow you to criticize the imperial power and manipulate the world like this?"

"Master Liaowu, if I use the Divine Martial Code as a gift, I may be able to see the Hongwu Emperor who has been in seclusion for two hundred years. I want to discuss with the Hongwu Emperor how to deal with you Buddhist dregs..."

As Yang Zhao spoke, the monk Liaowu's face turned extremely pale.

Yes, this eldest prince of the Sui Dynasty is also the leader of the Ming Cult.

If His Highness were to spread today's words through the Ming Cult channels to the ears of the reclusive Hongwu Emperor in Nanjing of the Ming Dynasty, and then provoke the former God of Killing Emperor, I am afraid that all the monks in the entire Ming Dynasty would be killed.

"Amitabha!"

This time, without Yang Zhao's reminder, the monk Liaowu also followed the monk Xuanxu's footsteps and passed away directly.

Chapter 463: The Destruction of the Pure Zen Sect

When Yang Zhao came to the Jingnian Zen Sect, he didn't even have any intention of taking any action. However, with just a few words, he forced two senior monks of the Jingnian Zen Sect to death on the spot.

If you have never traveled to this mortal world, you will not know how dangerous it is.

If you don’t enter the court, you won’t know the greatness of humanity.

All I can say is that these Zen monks have become stupid from chanting so much.

Instead of cherishing his good Buddhist life, he chose to get involved in the human struggle for supremacy together with Cihang Jingzhai, and even attempted to manipulate the imperial power and interfere in the world.

Until this moment, Yang Zhao showed a hint of his ferocious fangs.

These monks of the Pure Zen Sect suddenly realized what kind of terrifying existence they had provoked.

There was a moment of silence in the entire Pure Zen Sect.

Yang Zhao looked at those expressionless bald men, sneered, and without any mercy in his heart, he walked towards the main hall of the Jingnian Zen Sect.

The bronze palace is majestic, several feet high and dozens of feet long.

Yang Zhao held the Heshi Bi bronze box in his hand and stopped in front of the main hall. After a moment of silence, he suddenly sighed, "Buddhism is so prosperous. When you live in this bronze hall, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name, have you ever heard the common people crying and wailing?"

The Jingnian Zen sect has only been in existence for a few hundred years. Its founding patriarch, Tianseng, was just a young novice monk who walked out of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

However, in just a few hundred years, such a luxurious bronze palace nest was built.

How could a group of monks who only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures and do not know how to work have such wealth?

Isn't it the result of exploiting generation after generation of people living in the Luoyang area over the past few hundred years?

Yang Zhao's words seemed to contain profound truths and even more like an earth-shaking decree.

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if the Yin-Yang channel and the long river of time were opened. Above the endless bronze palace, there were actually resentful and evil spirits that were trying to escape.

Copper is currency. Every ounce of copper here is mixed with the blood, flesh and bones of countless common people.

Yang Zhao cannot truly open the Yin-Yang channel and the river of time.

But with his cultivated state of mind, he is able to use the power of sound waves to awaken the last bit of human conscience in the hearts of the people of the Pure Zen Sect.

Don’t these Zen monks know what is right and what is wrong?

Of course these monks knew, and saw it more clearly than anyone else.

In the past, when the Pure Land Zen Sect was at its peak, these so-called great monks were bewitched by the so-called "Buddhism" and blinded by "prosperity". Naturally, they could not see the mountains and seas of sins in their own Buddhist holy land.

Until now, the Pure Nian Zen Buddhism is on the verge of destruction.

Yang Zhaocai was able to use his own heart to arouse and shatter the Buddhist thoughts and hearts of those so-called great monks and virtuous people.

Destroying the Taoist tradition is just a punishment for the Pure Nian Zen Sect.

To destroy the thoughts in these people's hearts is to kill them truly.

The various attacks against Monk Kong in Luoyang City before were just appetizers. It was only when we arrived at the Jingnian Zen Sect that the main course would begin.

The voice of the Martial Saint can easily cover the entire Pure Zen Sect.

Those who had been evacuated and those who had not been evacuated, as well as those who practiced the Zen method of Pure Mind, almost all fell into unprecedented mental disasters at this moment.

This is somewhat similar to the magic methods such as Heavenly Demon Sound and Heavenly Demon Dance in the Demon Sect.

However, Yang Zhao used the righteous spirit of Confucian martial arts to arouse the conscience and humanity of those Buddhists and reduce the power of Buddhist brainwashing.

Just a little guidance, and those people's humanity and Buddha nature will fight against each other.

Use righteous methods to practice evil tactics.

In the entire Jingnian Zen sect, even the four powerful Vajra-level guardians like No-Anger, No-Ignorance, No-Greed and No-Fear have fallen into the brink of going astray.

Only people with a firm Zen mind like Liao Jin, Liao Kong and Qin Mengyao were able to wake up quickly.