Now among the three sects, the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism are relatively invisible. It is not known whether they have not entered the situation yet or are hiding in the dark. The Demon Sect has completely entered the situation. It had previously killed Emperor Shenwu with a curse, and later contacted the rebels and almost invaded the capital.
In this overall situation of humanity, the Demon Cult was deeply involved, and they had planned it well in advance. Su Ming even guessed that maybe they had already made preparations before the plan to mend the sky began. The monks' layout is based on decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years. Sometimes an inconspicuous move contains unimaginable calculations.
What's more, the three sects had been planning for a hundred years in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and now there are no one knows how many people in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty and even in the court are their hidden spies.
But even so, Su Ming still had to face the difficulties. Whether it was swallowing a dragon to gain luck or a chance to transcend, if he wanted to achieve it, he would encounter them sooner or later.
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Facing 300,000 Tatars, the imperial court ordered the generals of Jincheng, Jiuyuan and Yulin towns to mobilize troops from the Great Wall and various fortresses to stop the Tatars and be sure to hold them back.
At the same time, the imperial court dispatched 100,000 troops from the army that had previously suppressed rebellions in various places and rushed to the northwest. While cleaning up the remaining poison in the northwest, it also wanted to drive the Tatars out of the border towns.
Therefore, there are many civilian officials accompanying this 100,000-strong army. They are all here to take over the government affairs of the northwest. Now in order to deal with the Tatar rebellion, the court must have a stable rear.
The northwest is the front line, with strategic depth and high height, making it easy to transport. When Emperor Shenwu was still alive, he deliberately sat back and watched the situation in the northwest deteriorate in order to gather enough materials for himself to refine the human magic pill.
But now, the imperial court will never let the situation in the northwest continue to rot. It must take it into its hands and firmly grasp it. This time the Tatar border is a challenge for the imperial court, even if it is an opportunity.
Soon, 200,000 troops gathered in the three border towns in the northwest, harassing the Tatar logistics while looking for the location of the main Tatar force.
This time, the Tatar troops are divided into three groups. If they cannot severely damage the main force and give them a good fight, these Tatars will not withdraw from the northwest. Therefore, the next battle is a tough battle.
During this period, Su Ming also sent men from the Xuanjing Division to sneak into the northwest to re-establish a stronghold and deliver the news. Nowadays, the world is not peaceful, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have come out. In addition, the national fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty is far worse than before. The alliance between the Dragon Clan and the Monster Clan has been invalidated, so even if the Xuanjing Division expands its manpower, it cannot return to the original situation of suppressing the practice world and protecting the people under its rule.
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Songshan Shaolin Temple.
As the ancestral temple of Buddhism in the world and one of the three sects in the world, Shaolin Temple exclusively occupies Mount Song, one of the Five Mountains. Although the gate is not large, it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has a profound heritage.
The cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. A majestic ancient temple is located among the mountains and forests. Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, and the green trees are shaded, but they cannot cover the ancient temple.
Among the secluded mountains and forests, a flying corner of an eaves exposes the treetops, reflected in the blue sky. A long step path goes straight from the foot of the mountain into the forest. There are bright green moss marks on the mountain path, green shadows of short pine trees, and grass. Mujing contains an indescribable sense of Zen.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a melodious bell rang, from far to near, but the birds and animals in the mountain forest were not alarmed when they heard the bell. Instead, they all closed their eyes and let the sound waves spread. Unknowingly, There was light impurity precipitated on their fur. After the bells stopped ringing, they bowed towards the temple and ran, flew, or jumped, cheerful and lively.
In the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, there is a forest of steles. There is a bodhi tree here, which is said to have been owned by Bodhidharma. It is a hundred feet tall, with golden leaves and branches that are strong and full of vitality.
Under the bodhi tree, an old monk in gray robes sat cross-legged. His body was covered with bodhi leaves. His slender, snow-white eyebrows were raised by the breeze from time to time. It was unknown how long he had been sitting here.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a trace of divine light appeared in his pure eyes, and then disappeared, "The Demon Cult has entered the situation, where should I, Shaolin, go?"
A soft sigh, full of inexplicable complex emotions.
As one of the sworn enemies of the Demon Sect, how could Shaolin not be aware of the Demon Sect's actions?
However, the Kunlun Taoist Sect has not yet moved, there is no news, and the Shaolin Temple is not in a position to intervene.
However, at this moment, a bodhi leaf fell from the treetop to the old monk's feet. He picked up the leaf and looked at it carefully. There were clear lines and patterns on it, and there was a faint aura.
If placed in the world of cultivating immortals, this Bodhi leaf can be exchanged for many spiritual stones, which is worth a good-looking magic weapon.
However, falling reds are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Bodhi leaves fall back to nature and turn into dust, continuing to nourish the bodhi tree. Therefore, even if bodhi leaves are helpful to monks' practice, they never take them. use.
Compared with the Bodhi leaves, what is more precious is the Bodhi seeds that bear fruit once every thousand years on the Bodhi tree. The Bodhi seeds can help people achieve enlightenment and gather a lot of incense beliefs. With a little sacrifice, they become a magic weapon.
The old monk seemed to be feeling something and raised his head, only to see a small green fruit hanging on the leafy treetop, the size of a longan, with self-made patterns on it, like a "swastika" seal.
"It is not a good sign to bear fruit without flowers. Over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been very few examples of bodhi trees bearing fruit in advance, but every time it indicates that something big has happened." The old monk sighed softly and took out the bodhi leaf in his hand. Throw it onto the shallow soil at the base of the tree.
"Shaolin should not get involved in this matter. Since the demon sect wants to fight, let them fight. The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars move to change places. The earth sends murderous intentions, and dragons and snakes move on the land. Humans send murderous intentions, and heaven and earth turn over again. Even monks , participating in the battle of human destiny will not end well." The old monk thought in his heart.
Then he stepped forward, and a ripple appeared around his body. The next moment, he disappeared and came to the Zen room of the temple.
At this time, there was only one monk in yellow robes in the Zen room who was reading Buddhist scriptures. When he noticed the old monk's appearance, he looked solemn, put down the Buddhist scriptures and saluted, "Zhi Ai has seen the abbot."
The old monk nodded, took out a jade slip from his monk's robe and handed it to him, "No need to be polite, please go to the capital and send me an invitation."
Zhi Ai took the jade slip with both hands and asked respectfully, "Abbott, who is this invitation for?"
"The Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Pudu Cihang."
After saying that, the old monk disappeared. The wise monk bowed, got up and walked out of the Zen room, preparing to go to the capital.
After leaving here, the old monk came to another Zen room. This place was very simple, with only a candlestick, a small case, and a futon, that's all.
The old monk came to sit cross-legged on the futon, and a sutra book appeared out of thin air in his hand. On the cover were three big characters, "The Sutra of Inner Demons".
At the beginning, one of the trophies that Monk Wu Xin got after participating in the battle in Southern Xinjiang was the Heart Demon Sutra. Xue Butain generously copied a copy of the Heart Demon Sutra to them and kept the original version.
After obtaining the Heart Demon Sutra, Monk Wangchen did not dare to read it. After returning to Shaolin, he immediately handed the Heart Demon Sutra to the abbot, Master Wu Dao.
Unexpectedly, after seeing the scriptures, Master Wu Tao strictly ordered him not to leak the contents of the scriptures.
However, when Su Ming established the Inner Demon Path, some of his disciples were left behind as cannon fodder and became victims, some were taken to the Netherworld of the Underworld, and others left southern Xinjiang and dispersed throughout the world.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Now, among the casual cultivators, the Heart Demon Sutra has also been spread, and it is not something that the Shaolin Temple can just hide if it wants to.
However, now the Shaolin Temple has not paid attention to the Heart Demon Sutra at all, and those circulated are fragments and incomplete at all. Therefore, Master Enlightenment only prohibits this book from being circulated among the monks of the Shaolin Temple.
The cover of this scripture has turned yellow, and the pages are dog-eared. It has obviously been read frequently.
Master Enlightenment opened it again and studied it carefully. After a few hours, he closed the book and sighed, "Although this book practices magic, it is a profound understanding of the principles of Buddhism. It is like the two sides of yin and yang. Even a poor monk After studying it for so long, I still can't understand the truth. If we can convert that devil into Buddhism, I, Shaolin, will definitely gain another Buddhist power, but it's a pity."
Thinking of this, the old monk felt deeply regretful, but he knew that even if he went there in person, the result would be the same. Blood Butain would not give Buddhism an extra protector for nothing. Even if he couldn't get it, he would give it to him. Destroyed.
But in this Shaolin Temple, there are not many monks who can understand this scripture. Apart from the monks from Bodhidharma Academy, there are only him and a few uncles.
If ordinary monks meditate on this sutra, they will soon be distorted by Buddhist principles, and thus immersed in the Heart Demon Sutra and fall into the path of demons. There are very few monks who can understand the unity of Buddha and demon, so he must be cautious.
In the history of Buddhism, there are also some eminent monks who fell into the devil's path, but the times are different now, and Shaolin must be cautious.
Putting the scriptures into the storage ring, the old monk began to meditate in the meditation room, and the room fell into silence again.
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Deep under the East China Sea.
The tall and towering Crystal Palace is located here, with golden light bursting out all around, stimulating thin arcs from time to time, curved like a crescent moon, gradually dissipating from near to far, and converging into a tune.
Regardless of the undercurrents surging under the sea, all the water waves will naturally calm down in front of the palace.
On one side of the Crystal Palace, there are coral trees growing all over the place. The sea water is clear and shallow, dark green, and glowing. There are colorful corals the size of mountains, and thousands of fish are swimming around, so lively.
In the Crystal Palace, the floor is full of gold and jade, lotus lanterns hang, orbs hang, and agate curtains hang. It is extremely luxurious.
From time to time, in the corner, there will be a golden old clam half open and half closed, spitting out curls of smoke. There is an inexplicable aroma that fills the palace. After smelling it, you feel refreshed and exhausted.
There is a large hall in the Crystal Palace, with a gold-beaded door, a jade pavilion and a beautiful room. If you look carefully, you will see sweet springs surging, white waves flying across the sky, and a variety of delicacies, all under the eaves.
There are also strange pines and bamboos that have lasted for thousands of years, and auspicious birds and beasts are making endless noises.
In the main hall, Lord Long is sitting on the throne, holding a beautiful woman in his arms. She is covered by a fine-grained blue and white skirt. The light yellow tube top cannot hide the tall and straight jade peaks. A small and exquisite pendant is attached to the delicate On top of the snow-white area, a translucent floor-length gauze skirt was draped, and a ribbon was tied around her slender waist that was less than a handful. Her eyebrows were like green mountains, her eyes were like horizontal waves, and she was lightly applied with pink and white, making her look bright and moving. As the phoenix eyes opened and closed, divine light suddenly appeared, and the dragon horns on her forehead shone brightly. She was the little female dragon who was trapped by Su Ming with the Dragon Lord on the bank of the East China Sea in the past.
"Husband, do we really want to form an alliance with the Demon Cult?" She leaned on Lord Long's arms, whispering softly and breathing like orchid.
"Indeed." A cold look appeared on Mr. Long's upright and majestic face, and then he regained his composure.
"Aren't you afraid that the Demon Cult will renege on your promise?" She stretched out her slender fingers and rubbed Long Jun's chest. Her soft body twisted in his arms and she changed to a comfortable position to lean on.
"This time Mo Lihai, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, came to the Dragon Palace to negotiate in person. Now Xue Buhan often retreats. Mo Lihai has the final say on most things within the Demon Sect. How dare he play tricks on things like forming an alliance?"
"We, the East China Sea Dragon Clan, are not weak. If he dares to betray the covenant, I will definitely make him pay the price!" The words were understated, but they contained strong self-confidence.
"Husband." After hearing this, Mother Dragon's eyes were blurred and watery, her pretty face showed a trace of blush, and her voice was slender and extremely seductive.
Suddenly, Long Jun's breathing became rapid, his interest increased, and he hugged her and started fighting on the throne.
Suddenly, the entire hall began to shake violently, and the surrounding water surged. The passing fish were caught in it, spinning and rolling their eyes.
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A few days later, a monk looked at the Shangjing City in front of him with horror in his eyes. Although he did not enter it, he felt the strong oppression just by watching.
This feeling is not only felt by him, but all the monks who come here feel the unparalleled oppression.
As soon as he stepped into the city gate, the monk felt that the magic power in his body became stagnant, making it difficult to operate, and his spiritual thoughts were limited to only three feet around his body.
When he completely stepped into the capital, he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. The magic power in his body could not function at all. Even if he felt the rich spiritual energy in the air, he could not absorb even a little bit. At the same time, his spiritual thoughts were compressed. Within one foot of the surrounding area.
The last time he came to the capital, he didn't feel so much pressure. Although he was surprised, he still kept his errand in mind and asked about the location of the Imperial Master's Mansion.
After passing through the main road in the capital, his eyes were suddenly caught. He saw a tall bronze statue sitting in the middle of the street, with many believers gathered around the statue.
Even though they were far apart, he felt the strong power of incense on these statues. Suddenly, his pupils locked slightly and his heart beat violently.
He just saw that the statue seemed to glance at him. This was not an illusion. It felt extremely real to him, as if there was some great being watching him in the dark.
