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

Qin Mengyao looked at Yang Zhao, who was looming over everyone in the Jingnian Zen Sect like a peerless demon. She was filled with remorse. At the same time, for the first time, she questioned the philosophy of her own Cihang Jingzhai, and her sword-heart was crumbling.

But at this time, Qin Mengyao still insisted, saying: "Your Highness, the Pure Zen Sect is destroyed. Isn't this punishment enough? Do you want to destroy their lifelong cultivation and make them die of resentment before you will let it go?"

Kill people, destroy their hearts, ruin their paths, and break their concepts.

Such a thing sounds cruel and almost demonic.

However, Yang Zhao did not think he had done anything wrong. He turned his head and looked at Qin Mengyao, nodding his head and said, "Fairy Qin, you and I have different ideas and perceptions, so I don't want to talk to you. You and I are enemies, so isn't it natural for me to attack you?"

"If Fairy Qin has the ability, she should go and save the people of the Pure Mind Zen Sect. Why are you yelling at me? Tsk, yes, Fairy Qin was the one who dragged the Pure Mind Zen Sect into trouble, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the Li clan's cavalry, with the help of Cihang Jingzhai, has already surrounded the Jingnian Zen sect within a ten-mile radius and started slaughtering those young monks who escaped from the sect, right?"

A few questions made Qin Mengyao's body sway.

Based on Qin Mengyao's understanding of her own sect and the Li family, she knew that what Yang Zhao said was most likely the truth.

The Jingnian Zen Sect has no longer any use value, and there are huge gaps and conflicts between it and the Cihang Jingzhai and the aristocratic families.

Rooting out the trouble and eliminating the disaster is the consistent style of the sect and the aristocratic family.

The truth is the most hurtful thing in this world.

Qin Mengyao heard the sarcasm in Yang Zhao's words clearly.

Yang Zhao almost pointed at his own nose and cursed, "You have already raised the butcher knife and started killing people indiscriminately, and you are still shouting that you want people to die more quickly and comfortably."

What is the difference between this and covering one's ears and stealing a bell?

Qin Mengyao suddenly felt that the "goodness" and "justice" she had shown before were as ridiculous and ironic as a layer of gold foil pasted on an ugly face.

In the eyes of others, my actions probably make me look like a clown.

Qin Mengyao looked up blankly and looked at La Jin, La Kong, Fa Ming and others.

Monk Liaojin had been Qin Mengyao's teacher for the past three years. He looked at Qin Mengyao with indifferent eyes, then clasped his hands together, knelt down in front of the bronze temple almost devoutly, and recited the sutra for rebirth.

Monk Fa Ming is extremely talented and can be considered Qin Mengyao's junior fellow. He looked at Qin Mengyao with a mocking look and actually took out a jar of old wine from somewhere. He looked disheartened and seemed to be going to break his vow and get drunk to death.

In the end, Qin Mengyao looked at Monk Liaokong, who had not spoken for decades.

At this moment, Monk Liaokong seemed to have realized the truth. He looked at Qin Mengyao with kindness. Suddenly, his aura surged and he entered the realm of a martial saint. He said, "All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, and bubbles. They are like dreams and illusions, like fog and lightning. You should view them in this way."

As soon as he said that, the martial spirit of the monk Liaokong disappeared, and he passed away in meditation.

Chapter 464 On the eve of the war

Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen are two well-known Buddhist sects in the entire Jiuzhou Buddhism, but they have very little foundation.

Since the two major sects were established, in nearly a thousand years, apart from the two great ancestors, Tian Seng and Di Nun.

There has never been a powerful martial saint in Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Sect.

This is also the reason why Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Sect are so eager to participate in the affairs of the dynasty and control the imperial power.

Without foundation, there is no sense of security.

In this cannibalistic martial arts world, how can Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen sects sit in peace and meditate and practice?

Before his death, Monk Liaokong had a thorough understanding and achieved enlightenment.

But it was too late. The collapse of the Jingnian Zen Sect also completely took away the last bit of faith and persistence in Monk Lekong's heart. The silent Zen that he had practiced for eighty years finally turned into a Buddhist sound, like a wake-up call, and remained in Qin Mengyao's mind.

Participating in this game in which the He Shi Bi came into being would be a violation of taboos.

After the news spread, Yang Zhao could not tolerate the Jingnian Zen Sect, and the Song Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, and even the Li family and the aristocratic families could not tolerate the Jingnian Zen Sect.

This will be the biggest catastrophe for the Pure Nian Zen Buddhism, and no one will be spared.

Even Cihang Jingzhai, according to Monk Lekong's premonition, would not be much better than Jingnian Zen Buddhism, and its final outcome would be a miserable one.

On the contrary, Qin Mengyao also inherited the tradition of Jingnian Zen Buddhism. If she had woken up early, she might still have a chance of survival.

In the first and last words of Monk Liaokong, pure thoughts and Zen nirvana were achieved.

When Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan, Li Shimin and others arrived at Jingnian Zen Sect, what they saw was the strange scene of Yang Zhao holding incense and worshiping Buddha, while Qin Mengyao served him like a well-behaved maid.

In addition, there were many bald monks of all ages in the courtyard who had gone astray and committed suicide.

"Damn, this is too weird. What on earth happened to the Pure Zen Sect?"

"Who knows? Yang Zhao arrived at most 25 minutes earlier than us. How did he do it?"

"This person has some evil nature, so it's better not to provoke him."

"So what if he's evil? I have inside information that this time there are at least five Martial Saints who are teaming up to take Yang Zhao's life. Let's take it easy, build up our momentum, and then we can take advantage of the opportunity."

"Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan, and the legendary four sons of the Li family, there are only three martial saints."

"Hehe, there's also Licking Gou Ning Dodge from Cihang Jingzhai."

"Four, who is the missing one..."

Apart from Luoyang City, it was difficult to control the martial artists in the martial arts world. Especially when they learned that there was a huge commotion in the Jingnian Zen Sect, almost all the martial artists in the entire Central Plains gathered around the Jingnian Zen Sect.

Yang Zhao didn't even glance at those martial artists who were watching the fun.

Instead, after the Jingnian Zen Sect became lively, he casually handed the bronze box containing the Heshi Bi to Qin Mengyao, who was like a little maid next to him.

Immediately afterwards, the martial saint aura on Yang Zhao's body rushed into the sky, like a huge banner that destroyed the universe, stirring up the heaven and earth within a radius of ten miles, making the void tremble and the vital energy boil.

Under the stimulation of this violent martial saint energy.

Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi, who were originally hiding, had to duck out and suppress the surrounding void with their own martial arts true meaning to avoid being controlled by Yang Zhao.

In addition, there is Li Shimin, who is connected to the Qi of three thousand black-armored cavalrymen and holds a strange magic sword like crystal. His whole Qi has soared to a level that is enough to compete with the Martial Saint.

Next to Li Shimin, there was a young man holding two huge hammers, exuding the energy of a furnace that could melt everything. He was the fourth son of the Li family, Li Yuanba.

Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi were in front.

Li Shimin and Li Yuanba followed behind.

Yang Zhao glanced at the situation off the field, then looked at Zhu Wushi, Bi Xuan, and Ning Daoqi with a smile, and said: "It seems that the three of you are the helpers invited to fight with me in the front field."

Bi Xuan snorted coldly and said nothing.

Ning Daoqi smiled indifferently, almost as if doing nothing, and did not answer.

Only Zhu Wusi politely cupped his hands and said, "I am only entrusted by someone to hold you back. I hope you will show some mercy when we fight, Master Zhao."

Yang Zhao also smiled and said, "To contain me? It seems that these people still attach great importance to me. I guess the people outside are setting up some kind of formation to deal with me."

"Let me guess. The Pure Mind Zen Sect has a golden Buddha holding the Heshi Bi, which has accumulated hundreds of years of heritage."

"The Jingnian Zen sect has already been destroyed. I believe that the leader of the Cihang Jingzhai will also fight to the death with this temple. Since the first ancestor Dini, the only ninth generation master of the Suwen Cihang Jingzhai is Yun Xiangzhen, who is a man of extraordinary talent. He once killed the Martial Saint on the Di Ta Peak. Could it be that Yun Xiangzhen created some kind of formation?"

He is so smart that he is almost a demon. He has everything planned out.

Looking at Yang Zhao's indifferent look, two words came to almost everyone's mind involuntarily.

On a small hill surrounding the Jingnian Zen Sect, four powerful celestial beings, Yun Xiangzhen, Fan Qinghui, Yan Jing'an and Jin Bingyun, were directing many of their disciples to continuously bury strange talisman stones all around the Jingnian Zen Sect, and then connected them with true Qi to form an extremely complex and huge formation.

When Yang Zhao finished speaking.

Yun Xiangzhen, who was originally busy, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and then looked at Fan Qinghui and Yan Jing'an strangely.

After a pause, Yun Xiangzhen spoke up and said, "When people fight for the dragon, they should choose a wise master and assist him. This has been the foundation of our Cihang Jingzhai for thousands of years, not fighting to seize and manipulate the imperial power in the fight for the dragon. Now that this matter is over, you are not allowed to have too much contact with Li Shimin, as this will only bring disaster."

Fan Qinghui and Yan Jing'an were both slightly shocked and bowed in agreement.

Yun Xiangzhen seemed to have a look at Yang Zhao for a moment, and sighed, saying, "This forbidden spirit formation has exhausted the accumulation of three hundred years of my Cihang Jingzhai. We should prepare for a rainy day. After getting rid of Yang Zhao, we should evacuate the entire mountain gate from Guanzhong Emperor Peak as soon as possible."

Hearing Yun Xiangzhen's words, Fan Qinghui was the first to speak anxiously: "Grandmaster, Emperor Ta Peak is the ancestral land of my Cihang Jingzhai..."

Yun Xiangzhen glanced at Fan Qinghui fiercely and said, "Fool, do you think that after this is over, the aristocratic families of the Great Sui Dynasty will still tolerate the existence of my Cihang Jingzhai?"

"You don't even know you're being used as a pawn. Do you think those aristocratic families can't do anything to deal with Yang Zhao? They're just asking us to bear the backlash from the Sui and Yang royal families."

"After that, Cihang Jingzhai moved to Daming, and Yan Jing'an became the chief monk."

Chapter 465 Bi Xuan and Zhu Wusi join the battle

Before the establishment of the Sui Dynasty, the country had been in turmoil for several hundred years.

Among those who can protect themselves, their families, and their sects in such chaotic times, how many are fools, and how many don’t have any backup plans?

Cihang Jingzhai was able to single-handedly instigate the drama of "Choosing the Emperor on Behalf of Heaven" in Luoyang City.

The real reason is that there are many Kanto families and the Li family behind the scenes fanning the flames.

Like a table rag.

For aristocratic families, using a sect like Cihang Jingzhai once is enough.

When this game is over, regardless of success or failure, neither Yang Zhao nor the aristocratic families will tolerate the existence of a martial arts sect that has the ambition to manipulate the imperial power and the world.

What's more, it is a female martial arts sect.

In the Jingnian Zen sect, Monk Liaokong abandoned his eighty years of silent meditation and used sound to transmit the mind, opening the Buddhist third eye for Qin Mengyao, which allowed her to see good and bad luck, and know what would happen in the future. That was why Qin Mengyao, with an almost submissive attitude, became a maid beside Yang Zhao.

In Cihang Jingzhai, Yun Xiangzhen, a veteran who was able to survive in troubled times, could see the truth of the matter at a glance through his extremely rich life experience, so he asked Cihang Jingzhai to leave quickly after completing this big show.

As for why Cihang Jingzhai is not here now, it is because the big show has already begun. If Cihang Jingzhai gives up now, it may not even be able to leave the area where Jingnian Zen Sect is located and will be destroyed on the spot.

The surroundings of Pure Zen Buddhism today.

Although those powerful families who were not allowed to take action due to the unspoken rules of the Sui Dynasty did not show up, there were probably more than twenty martial saints who came to watch the battle, watch the show, and protect the situation in the surrounding void.

Yang Zhao could also sense the people watching the show in the void around him.

In addition to those members of the Guandong family who were observing the follow-up of the incident, there were also several martial saints with the aura of the old Yang family, who were confronting those people from the Guandong family on the periphery.

However, since those powerful people with great background did not show up, Yang Zhao just turned a blind eye to them.

Standing in the courtyard of the Jingnian Zen Sect, a stick of sandalwood in Yang Zhao's hand spontaneously ignited without fire, and then Yang Zhao casually inserted it into a bronze tripod in the center of the courtyard.

Then, Yang Zhao looked at Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan, and Ning Daoqi, and waved his hand casually, scattering nine sword lights around his body, and said: "Three of you, I am actually in a hurry. You should all come together and try to finish it within an incense stick of time. The people behind you are probably impatient to wait."

Zhu Wusi, Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi all frowned and were quite unhappy about Yang Zhao's underestimation.

Among them, Bi Xuan was the most irritable. He shouted, "You are so arrogant, take my spear."

The scorching sun energy exploded, and terrifying flames exploded throughout the courtyard of the Jingnian Zen Sect, just like the blazing sun rising into the sky.

And in the overwhelming aura of the scorching sun, a spear cut through the void like lightning.

Bi Xuan, who grew up, walked and fought on the grasslands and deserts, possessed a rough and wild nature rarely seen among the Han people in the Central Plains. The spear in his hand had no rules or routines, but was filled with unprecedented explosiveness, ferocity and ruthlessness, like the setting sun, about to destroy everything.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao was also somewhat happy.

Then he stretched out his hand and a divine sword in the void around him turned into a rising golden crow sun, emitting thousands of rays of light, and also slashed towards Bi Xuan with great force.

boom!

The two sides tried each other's moves. The Void Sword was not affected by the strong force. Although its killing power was not inferior to that of Bi Xuan, it lacked a little in terms of explosiveness.

Yang Zhao's eyes lit up, and he saw a figure flashing, and a figure actually walked out of Yang Zhao's body, as if using the art of splitting, and leaped off the ground, and merged with the Void Sword that looked like the sun and golden crow, and walked towards Bi Xuan with the sword in hand again, killing him in a mighty manner.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Wusi and Ning Daoqi frowned.

"The magic of clones? Or the secret magic of illusions?"

"It's worth a try."

Even though they were both powerful martial saints, Zhu Wusi and Ning Daoqi could not figure out whether Yang Zhao's ability to create clones and shadows was real or illusory.

Although he was wary in his heart, he was also eager to fight.

Zhu Wusi laughed loudly and took the lead. He was suspended in the air like a black hole that swallowed everything. The power-absorbing technique in his hands had even surpassed his previous abilities. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of tons of bronze dragons, stone tigers, and other things seemed to come alive, walked out from the bronze palace and the temple, and pounced on Yang Zhao.

Use force to suppress others; use power to suppress others.

Zhu Wusi himself possesses vast true power far beyond that of normal people. After breaking into the realm of Martial Saint, he further innovated his energy-absorbing technique and evolved it to an astonishing level.

The true energy in his body is vast, like the ocean.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Wushi is able to infuse matter with his true energy regardless of the loss, activate everything, and gather boundless momentum to overwhelm his enemies.

At the same time, this can also prevent Zhu Wusi from accidentally dying in close combat with others.

In Zhu Wusi's opinion, this was just a deal. It would be enough to deal with it casually and delay Yang Zhao's actions.

It is impossible to fight desperately, and even the trump card cannot be revealed. Just do it in a hurry and fool around.