The “Immortality of Mindfulness” of the Da Chan Monastery claims that if the mind does not move, the body will not perish. When I saw it on Xinwen’s body today, I could see that it was no empty boast.
In a matter of seconds, Xin Wen recovered from the wounds inflicted by the great wrathful fire, and apart from a pale complexion and the loss of his true qi, there was no other loss.
The qi of the Tong Shen realm penetrates the heaven and earth, and can absorb an infinite amount of heaven and earth’s vital energy when it is exhaled.
Moreover, this loss of true qi had not affected Xin Wen’s current combat power.
In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed and the Zen clan, who had the absolute advantage, now had the upper hand.
The Mandala formation formed by the five most Chengs had been broken, but they were not badly injured and could have fought. But the problem was that even if they tried their best, they would not have a chance of winning.
“Xin Zhu, the head of the Bodhi House of the Great Zen Temple, Xin Zhou, the head of the Prajna Hall, Xin Yuan, the head of the Lohan Hall, and two unknown old monks, I don’t know if they are old monks from the Great Zen Temple who are in retreat and training, or from other monasteries of the Zen Sect.” Far above the cloudy peaks, Qing Yu named one by one these famous heads of the Great Zen Temple’s various courtyard halls.
The Great Zen Temple was truly profound, even the head of the Luohan Hall, Xin Yuan, who taught the newly initiated disciples elementary martial arts, was a Tong Shen realm powerhouse. This was not all, at least the six great Houses of the Great Zen Temple had not yet come together, the heads of the Medicine King’s House, the Daoist Temple and the Preceptor’s House had not yet arrived.
Together with the Abbot of the Great Zen Temple, Xin Yuan, the strength was terrifying.
What’s more, there were also those two unknown old monks, which could have been the Great Zen Temple’s oldest veterans, or they could have been people from other monasteries of the Zen Sect. Although the Great Zen Temple is the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, Zen masters do not necessarily come from the Great Zen Temple. There are still people in the Jianghu rebellion who are strong enough to reach the God Realm, but they are not allowed to come from other famous schools under the Zen Sect.
If the Great Zen Temple alone has such strength, together with other Zen masters, the situation would be unimaginable.
“The five God-Realm powerhouses that have come to support us, plus the head of the Mahabodhi Academy, Xin Wen, the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Formation and Feng Ming Xiao, and the Royal Family, I don’t know if there are any God-Realm worshippers, plus the people from the Mountain River Academy who are late in coming out, the Tantric Sect is hanging by a thread this time.” Qing Yu commented.
“However, the secret sect is not without a backhand, at least there is still that side that has not come out ——,” Qing Yu said in a low voice as he extremely eyed this rare bloom.
On this side of the imperial city.
The most Cheng crossed his eyebrows and raised his voice in a vajra rage, “Feng Tianming, how dare you betray the secret sect, do you know that your actions today will lead to the danger of overthrowing the 300-year foundation of the Northern Zhou?”
As he spoke, his aura erupted, and the Fudao Ming King’s Dharma image reappeared, the wrathful fire behind the image soared, and the flaming inferno had the potential to emerge again.
The betrayal of Feng Tianming, who had been acting so obsequiously before, really made even a Buddha angry, let alone a man who had not yet become a Buddha.
If Feng Tianming were in front of him, he would have torn Feng Tianming apart. But unfortunately, Feng Tianming knew that he, a true dan realm, was incapable of participating in a battle with a god realm, and had been hiding in the palace to preside over the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Formation, so it would be difficult for Most Cheng to fulfill this idea.
“Master Cheng,” Feng Tianming’s voice came from the mouth of the divine dragon flying above the imperial city, “do you really think I don’t know that the Tantric Sect has secretly contacted the Great Snow Mountain Sect in the Northern Plains and conspired with the Golden Wolf Khanate? If we really want to join forces with the Tantric Sect, we will be conspiring with a tiger, and the foundation of our Great Zhou will be in danger of being overturned.
On the contrary, an alliance with a renowned sect such as the Great Zen Temple would not be in such danger. After this annihilation of you and the others, the Zen Sect will be allowed to enter my Great Zhou to preach, and will defend Great Zhou from the reprisals of you and other secret sects in the future.”
Feng Tianming’s voice grew more and more impa*sioned as the nine dragons in the sky let out a chanting sound, “Great Zhou will not be in danger of collapse, on the contrary, Great Zhou’s kingdom will not be easy for all time.”
The voice came out from the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation and could be said to have shaken a thousand miles, Qing Yu could hear Feng Tian Ming’s words from so far away.
Well —— luckily Feng Tianming did so, otherwise Qing Yu would not have been able to read the dragon language with his lips.
The location where Qing Yu is can hear it, and naturally the Shanhe School on Datong Mountain is no exception.
Zhuge Longxu stood at the top of Datong Mountain, keeping a close eye on the battle for the Imperial City, so that if there was a crisis, he could be there to save the day in an instant.
When he heard Feng Tianming’s words, Zhuge Longxu, a man of such profound wisdom, could not help but sigh, “Your Majesty is really good at planning. The Zen Sect is the bait and the Northern Zhou is the bait to lure the people of the Secret Sect to bite the hook. This time, the Zen Sect will be able to kill the five strongest members of the Tantric Sect, so that they will be greatly wounded and unable to enter the Central Plains again, and will be allowed to enter Northern Zhou to preach. Hey, who wouldn’t want to do such a deal.”
“After the Zen Sect enters the Northern Zhou, Your Majesty can also draw it in to keep the Confucian Sect in check, preventing it from getting bigger and bigger, and allowing the Confucian Sect to fight with the Zen Sect, preventing it from growing inexorably. Moreover, due to the joint a*sa*sination of the Great Qian Emperor Ji Muqing three hundred years ago, the two sides have been at odds with each other. This is a good way to draw in the rival forces of the Great Qian and weaken them in preparation for a return to the south.
What an imperial trick to balance all sides. Your Majesty, it is Zhuge Longxu who has always underestimated you.”
Feng Tianming had always ignored the difference in power between Northern Zhou and Great Qian, and had been drawing on a duel with Great Qian to return to his homeland in the south. In Zhuge Longjue’s view, Feng Tianming’s move was extremely unwise. Great Qian would have been lucky not to fight Northern Zhou, and he still wanted to start a war.
This time, however, Feng Tianming’s tactics were such that Zhuge Longxu marvelled at his skill as an emperor. The Northern Zhou has been at peace for many years, and the Confucian Sect has been suppressing the situation, except for the Golden Wolf Khanate in the northern gra*slands, which occasionally intrudes, it can be said to be peaceful.
In such circumstances, one cannot help but overlook the role of Feng Tianming, the lord of the country. After all, the sky of the Northern Zhou is not the emperor Feng Tianming, but the Confucianism Grand Master Meng Shanhe, who has remained in seclusion.
However, after this Water and Land Puja, Northern Zhou, and indeed the whole world, should no longer despise this Emperor of Northern Zhou, who has little presence. After this balancing of the situation with the Zen and Confucian Sects, the rivers and mountains of the Northern Zhou could be said to be truly under the emperor’s control.
“It’s not that simple.”
After Zhuge Longxu heard the voice, he immediately turned and saluted, saying in a respectful voice, “Teacher!”
The clouds that lingered at the top of Datong Mountain converged and converged, forming a pure white figure. This figure was formed by the white mist, so it had white beard and white hair, but looking at its face, one could tell that it was the figure of an old man.
Although he is old, he is hale and hearty, his back is straight, as if he is the ridge of the mountain of the moon, and although he is the incarnation formed by the white mist, the strength of his aura is much stronger than the real body of Zhuge Longxu here.
This man is none other than Meng Shanhe, the Grand Master of Confucianism, who has never shown his face.
