Southern Region, Lihua Palace.
The incident of Emperor Qingzong has already reached here.
"Holy Lord, the Qingzong ruins have appeared, and Chen Qingyuan is a member of the Qingzong!"
The elder told him while presenting the jade slip of information.
"What?"
Liu Nansheng, who had always been calm, couldn't help but look horrified.
At the same time, all the elders in the hall were alarmed, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Holy Queen Shutong changed her cold and indifferent expression, her eyes shone with strange light, and her face was full of shock.
After a long time, Liu Nansheng found out about Qingzong, with a solemn expression on his face.
"No wonder Buddhism wants to protect Chen Qingyuan, that's it."
Liu Nansheng finally understood Buddhism's behavior and gave the relics of the previous abbot to him. The root cause was Qingzong.
The most important thing in Buddhism is cause and effect. In the past, I hid in the East and didn't care about the affairs of various regions.
Now, an unprecedented prosperous era is coming.
If Buddhism wants to stabilize its own power, or even go a step further, it can only form an alliance with Qingzong.
Want to stay out of it?
None of the top forces in the world have this possibility.
"Get ready and go to Dizhou."
Liu Nansheng gave the order directly without consulting the elders.
"Yes!"
The group of elders had been talking a lot just now, but they suddenly became quiet and stood up to take orders.
"Master, can my disciple follow me?"
Wang Shutong asked for instructions.
"You can go and experience such a grand event."
Liu Nansheng nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, Master."
When he went to Dizhou, Wang Shutong wanted to know the history of Qingzong and witness the battle between the top forces with his own eyes.
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Eastland, Buddhism.
"What do you think?"
The old monk sat at the head, with an old face and clear eyes.
"There must be resistance to the Qing Sect's revival. If Buddhism wants to prosper, it must lend a helping hand to the Qing Sect and form a good relationship." "Let's leave aside the
matter of Moyuan for the time being. If it were not for borrowing the power of Qing Sect's cause and effect, it would be very difficult. It is difficult to completely eliminate that demon. If Qingzong wants to rebuild, Buddhism cannot sit idly by."
"The poor monk is willing to support Qingzong."
"If there is a war, go all out."
There are hundreds of monks sitting in the hall. , are all the chiefs of various temples, and are extremely powerful.
The attitudes of all the eminent monks were basically the same, protecting Qingzong.
There is no conflict of interest between Buddhism and Qingzong. On the contrary, they want to take advantage of their good relationship with Qingzong to go further.
The top forces in the imperial state are different. They have old grievances that have accumulated for many years and are difficult to deal with.
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The first-class holy places in Western Xinjiang and Northern Wasteland were all surprised when they received the news in a very short period of time.
Chen Qingyuan's identity is too terrifying and suffocating.
His talent is unparalleled in the world, and his background is even more profound.
"Go to Dizhou immediately, some elders will stay behind, and the rest will go with you."
Sects from various places issued orders.
The Qingzong's revival was a major event that shocked the world. Any capable monk would not want to witness it with his own eyes.
"Holy Lord, for the sake of my hard work for the sect, let me go!"
"You have made contributions to the sect, haven't we?"
"I don't want to miss this kind of scene. If anyone stays at home, I will give you a hundred years' salary without any regrets." " Who cares about
resources that only last a hundred years!"
The senior leaders of the sect started arguing, and no one wanted to Stay at home and shout at the top of your lungs.
A few days ago, we were all good brothers, but now we are like enemies, and no one is willing to give in.
Similar scenes happened in many holy places, causing quite a stir.
"Okay! Shut up!"
The Holy Lord of a certain place shouted loudly: "In order to watch the fun, don't you even want to reject the sect? If it is invaded by hostile forces at this time, the losses will be heavy. Those who stay will be He is the mainstay who truly cares about the sect."
Anyone who wants to live up to his reputation wants to watch the excitement.
"Draw lots!"
someone suggested.
"Okay, I have no objection."
"My luck has always been very good."
"Okay, let's draw lots to decide."
There are thousands of restrictions on the lottery box, for fear that someone will use small tricks, and the defense is extremely tight. People who didn't know about this situation thought that there was some amazing treasure inside the box.
After the lot was drawn, the elders who could go to Dizhou smiled happily and made preparations.
The elder who stayed in the sect had a bitter look on his face, his eyes were dull, as if he had missed a great opportunity, and his life was in a dark place.
"Come on, don't waste any time."
The Holy Lord and Ancestor, who just scolded the elders for loving to watch the fun, walked out quickly, looking forward to it and not wanting to waste any time.
"Why don't the Holy Master and the Ancestors draw lots? It's not fair."
Someone whispered.
An elder stretched out his hand and asked softly: "Did you see it?"
"What?"
The elders who stayed behind looked sideways, with confused expressions on their faces.
"Fist." The elder clasped his fingers together and tightened his fist: "If you have the ability, go and arm-wrestle with the Holy Lord. If you win, you can go." "
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All the elders have no love in their lives. Can wait to hear the news.
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At the same time, the ruins of Qingzong.
A shocking storm was brewing. Chen Qingyuan and others were sitting in the ancient palace, enjoying this short peaceful time.
"Master, you have tea."
Fang Qingyun, a junior, poured the tea respectfully.
Then, Fang Qingyun came to Chen Qingyuan's side and also saluted: "Uncle, you have tea."
"Ahem..."
Chen Qingyuan took the tea with both hands, looking slightly embarrassed.
It feels so strange to be called uncle by a rotten old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years. However, once you do it more often, you will get used to it.
"Your talent is good, but it's a pity that it is difficult to reach the Divine Bridge in this life."
Dugu Changkong glanced at Fang Qingyun, knowing his level, and gave an evaluation.
"I am satisfied that my disciples can cultivate to this point."
Fang Qingyun does not have much ambition. He has no regrets if he can see the ruins of Qingzong in this life.
"Which one do you practice?"
While there was still time, Dugu Changkong decided to give some advice.
"Tai Qing Zhi." Fang Qingyun bowed and saluted, and replied: "After practicing for tens of thousands of years, I still haven't achieved great success, let alone perfection." "
This is my understanding of Tai Qing's Four Symbols Finger. Let's see if it can help you. It helps."
Dugu Changkong flicked his finger towards Fang Qingyun's eyebrows.
"Thank you, Master, for preaching."
In an instant, Fang Qingyun felt a golden light appear in his mind. He did not immediately go to enlightenment, but knelt on his knees and kowtowed in thanks.
"Get up!"
As Dugu Changkong finished speaking, Fang Qingyun was helped up by a gentle force.
At present, Fang Qingyun's cultivation level is in the late stage of Mahayana. If he understands the meaning of Dugu Changkong's preaching in the future, he will definitely be able to reach the peak of Mahayana cultivation. As for Shenqiao, it has a lot to do with talent, so I'm afraid it will be difficult.
"Uncle Master, where is Wu Junyan?"
Chen Qingyuan felt very uncomfortable when he was convinced that he was a generation younger than Wu Junyan.
How could he accept that his former brother had become his uncle?
I haven't seen Wu Junyan for many years, and I miss him very much.