The winter sun is thin and transparent, and it can only give people a faint warmth when it falls on the body. In the imperial palace of the capital city on earth, there are officials in red robes, with their heads lowered, walking quickly up and down the steps. Although their steps are fast, they are inexplicably heavy.

Several days had passed since the Buddhist and Taoist discussion that ended in a rather anticlimactic manner.

Hundreds of thousands of people witnessed the entire appearance of the gigantic golden Buddha statue. They saw how grand and majestic the appearance of the Buddha statue was, and also witnessed how abrupt the Buddha's destruction was. In fact, even this official had some awe of the Buddha before this, thinking of the many causes and effects, the miraculous powers, and the reincarnation for thousands of generations.

Having struggled in the world and climbed to this position, who wouldn't want to continue to have such wealth and glory in the future?

Yesterday I witnessed the shattering of Buddha, and something in my heart seemed to shatter as well, leaving me feeling empty for a moment.

The sound of mournful wailing was heard again from the palace behind him, awakening the official who was trapped in his empty mood.

After the howling, there was a loud cry of "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong. You're just a prince and have no right to judge me." But then there was the crisp and murderous sound of the armor plates colliding as the soldiers strode forward, the sound of swords being unsheathed and cutting through flesh, a scream, and then dead silence.

The official who came out trembled. He turned back slowly and saw blood flowing out through the cracks in the bricks of the hall. It was extremely sticky and he felt a chill down his spine.

Another one…

He thought to himself.

An official of the third rank, bestowed with the title of Silver and Green Guanglu Doctor by the emperor, was also beheaded.

For a moment, I even felt a sense of sadness, as if the rabbit had died and the fox had mourned, and I felt extremely disappointed.

The Buddhist catastrophe seems to be over.

It was like a huge mountain like Mount Tai, crashing down into the boundless ocean. The moment it fell was certainly so loud and terrifying, but the endless waves that erupted after the mountain fell were the most deadly and huge for all the fish under the water.

After the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, the image of the Buddha was shattered, and all the Bodhisattvas retreated, temporarily staying in the largest temple of the Shenwu Dynasty on earth. It was supported by the former Human Emperor and the deposed Duke Wenshang, and with the accumulation of hundreds of years of experience in the temple, it was a place for horse racing, with lights burning, and at its peak, there were hundreds of thousands of monks.

The daily food supply for the highest-level monks is jaw-dropping, and even the lowest-level monks do not need to farm, as the surrounding people will provide for them. The Bodhisattvas and Vajras are here, chanting scriptures and preaching every day. The golden Buddha's light turns into a huge barrier, blocking out the sky and the sun.

But Li Zhai didn't care about such things.

After he entered the court, he immediately placed the previous emperor Li Hui under house arrest. A university scholar rushed to his door and angrily accused him of being immoral and doing evil things, which would surely bring him a terrible retribution. Li Zhai sent people to persuade the old man, who was the leader of the contemporary literati Wen Zong, to leave. However, the latter was even more dissatisfied and extremely angry, and cursed such words and deeds as acts of disturbing the people and the country.

At that time, almost all the scholars in the world praised the old scholar for his unyielding character.

The most outstanding literary figure in the world was beheaded by Li Zhai with one sword.

As a result, the literati who were originally eager to try were suddenly silenced.

Li Zhai, who was called a traitor and a rebel, as a son, broke his father's rules; as a younger brother, he forced his brother to abdicate and killed the head of the civil servants as a royal family member. He was the "number one thief of the time". In this way, he carried the head of the first grandmaster of the world's literary tradition and walked into the palace with his dignity.

Then, three hundred oxen pulled in countless files, beginning a historical event that was later known as the "Bloodbath."

Some people in later generations believed that Li Zhai, the world's number one general, completely ruined his chance of ascending the throne because of the bloody killings during this period. He clearly had the greatest power in the world, but in the end a younger brother from a side branch sat on that position. This was a great regret for Li Zhai, but for the whole world of Kyushu, it seemed like supreme glory.

It is the beginning of a glorious era.

Some people also believe that Li Zhai was never a person who would become an emperor. He was like a wild beast sharpening its claws and fangs, and had been fighting all over the world since he was young. Such a person would not stay in one place for a long time. His eyes were always on more distant places, like a pack of hunting wolves.

He simply came here on the back of a great trend, and then used the blade sharpened by the border fortress to cut out all the rotten parts of the entire empire in a straightforward manner.

He completed the fastest transformation with pain, and ultimately all the hostility and malice fell on himself.

After fulfilling your destiny, you will leave and head for the next battlefield.

Li Zhai also contributed to the boundless glory that followed.

In this era, this mighty king, who had already been burdened with many notoriety for betraying his father and forcing his brother to abdicate, began his charge against all the evils with great strides. He dealt a heavy blow to all the noble families who had swallowed up the land, and then distributed the land to the people. He also abolished the poll tax extremely thoroughly and replaced it with a method of collecting taxes based on the area of ​​land.

This directly infringes upon the interests of clans and families.

But before coming here, he swept through all the countries, fighting thirteen battles within a month and was sure to win every battle.

The aristocratic families have also become sheep.

Li Zhai was already a big warlord.

However, his actions were brutal and although they were meant to carry out drastic reforms, they also affected many people. Some people praised him, while others scolded him. However, he did not care and just firmly completed his destiny. At the same time, the King of Qin began to silently support those innocent officials who were affected and fight for benefits for the people.

Just like the circulation of yin and yang, the destiny of humanity also undergoes a mysterious transformation in this process.

Snow flakes fluttered down. Li Weifeng, the one-year-old King of Qin, stretched out his hand, listened to his subordinates' reports, and nodded slightly. He looked at the Zhaixing Tower, and seemed to be looking at the powerful King Weiwu. He sighed to Su Shengyuan beside him and said:

"There are three types of rulers in the world: the king, the hegemon, and the strong. The kingly way is to transform the people, the hegemon's way is to intimidate the people, and the strong country's way is to threaten the people. Each has its own strengths."

"In today's world, with several great changes, what is needed is not the enlightenment of the kingly way, but the suppression of the tyranny."

"But, being so overbearing as your brother is really too much. Although he has solved many problems, he is doomed to never get the throne..."

Su Shengyuan said: "So Your Highness is starting to win over the hearts of the people at this moment, in order to..."

Li Weifeng said:

"Master once taught me to put the people first. I am doing this for the people, and to do what I can. On the other hand, if the world really changes as I imagined, it may be an opportunity to make further progress."

Su Shengyuan was stunned.

The scholar who had taught students in a remote mountain in Zhongzhou for several years looked at Qin Wang Li Weifeng under the winter plum tree in disbelief.

For a moment, he felt a little dazed and unfamiliar. The King of Qin had his right hand behind his back and his left hand in front, holding a plum blossom. His facial features had gradually grown, and the youthful spirit with his flying brows had begun to dissipate.

Since ancient times, major events have always been the best way to hone people.

The childishness in Li Weifeng had almost disappeared, replaced by a calmness that was burning with ambition. The King of Qin whispered, "...Who wouldn't want that position?"

Like a bolt of thunder crashing down.

Su Shengyuan's body trembled suddenly, and he looked up in a daze. The young King of Qin was looking up, and his facial features could not be seen clearly under the cool winter sun. He seemed to see familiar figures on the body of the young King of Qin. The ambition burning in his eyes was like a flame, as if it was the Human Emperor of the previous generation, or the imprisoned Li Hui.

After this sentence, the monsters called emperors from all dynasties seemed to be resurrected in Li Weifeng's body.

"Hmm? Mr. Su, what's wrong?"

Li Weifeng seemed to notice Su Shengyuan's gaze, and turned around to ask with a smile. Su Shengyuan restrained his gaze and said, "Your Highness works for the country and the people, appeasing the people and benefiting them, which is naturally a great thing."

"I just don't know who the Master is that Your Highness is talking about, and who can say such a thing?"

King Qin smiled and said, "He...it's indeed a long story."

"He is an old friend of yours."

…

Although the catastrophe is great, it is no longer important to many people. In this world far away from the center of the vortex of court cleansing and the disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, people have gradually returned to their original rhythm of life. They still have fields to cultivate and books to read.

Only the gossip among people and the casual conversations on the streets, in restaurants and teahouses prove that what happened before did indeed leave a huge impact here.

"But it is said that the Buddha showed his infinite true body, emitting great light, his color became lapis lazuli, his body was spotless, there were flowers falling from the sky, golden lotuses sprouting from the ground, infinitely wide and immeasurably large, he preached the true sutra of the Buddha, wanting to save countless people."

"That sword immortal Lu Chunyang was very powerful and I was not afraid of him. However, I never thought that the Buddhist sect had already poisoned him. The sword immortal was poisoned and only one tenth of his strength remained. How pitiful! It's a pity that the people of this world have to be bewitched by the evil monk..."

In the restaurant, the storyteller held a gavel in his hand and told this story over and over again. There were children and older people around him. Whenever the storyteller told a wonderful part, they would burst into admiration and cheers.

On the third floor of the restaurant, a beautiful girl in red was leaning against the railing, watching the scenes. She thought of the scene a few days ago when a Taoist came from the sky and revealed the Buddha's light like an immortal. She didn't know why, but she subconsciously remembered the young man in the town at the foot of the mountain two years ago.

It seems that he has also become a Taoist priest.

Could it be that he was the Taoist priest who descended from the sky a few days ago?

Su Yue'er thought about it subconsciously, and then, as if anxious to deny her own guess, she shook her head vigorously and threw the idea out of her mind.

No way, it couldn't be his.

One is a clever young man at the foot of the mountain, and the other is a true immortal from the world who came riding a green ox and controlling purple air. The gap between the two is too huge, so huge to the point of being absurd.

but……

But what if it really is him?

Such thoughts are still swirling in my mind.

She suddenly thought of the incident two years ago when her father asked her whether she wanted to marry the Taoist priest. She didn't know why, even though it happened a long time ago, the scene was so clear at this moment. The snow that had been trampled black, the young man standing at the door in plain clothes with his back straight, was still vivid in her mind...

If I had agreed at that time.

Would things be different?

If I really agreed, what kind of emotions would I feel when I saw the green ox and the purple air?

The originally beautiful girl bit her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, her expression revealing some complicated regrets, and she was in a trance, but she heard the crisp sound of cups gently touching the table.

She saw a cool and beautiful woman with a pair of large and deep dark eyes drinking cold wine and listening to the story attentively.

The storyteller laid the groundwork for a long time, and finally told the scene of the Taoist coming from the sky, so the cold woman smiled slightly, exclaimed, and said, "Good." The voice was cold and clear, like jade beads falling into a jade plate, cold and pleasant to the ear. Seeing her drinking one cup after another like this, Su Yue'er looked a little worried, and said:

"Princess, you can't drink anymore."

During this period, the sister of the King of Qin, Princess Qiongyu of the Shenwu Dynasty, would always come to the people, either in taverns or teahouses, to listen to the stories of Taoist priests flying in the sky told by the storytellers, and she seemed to never get tired of listening to them.

Su Yue'er was worried and often accompanied him, but when she tried to persuade him, the princess just smiled and shook her head. Her white jade-like fingers picked up a cup and her eyes narrowed slightly, listening to what the Taoist said. The Taoist, who was full of vigor and calm, smiled and said softly: "The heavens are in chaos, and my Taoism will prosper day by day."

"As expected, you are not suited to having gray hair. You ask me if I can achieve immortality."

"You are still so high-spirited and energetic. This suits you best."

She drank a little, and behind the window, people of the world came and went. A young Taoist walked away with a scroll in his hand. He seemed to notice the old friend here and nodded with a smile. Su Yue'er took a quick glance and her body stiffened slightly. But when she wanted to look again, the young Taoist had already blended into the world of the world and could no longer be seen. However, in this tavern, the storyteller's stories never stopped.

Life is like a dream and time flies by.

The scroll in Qi Wuhuo's hand was exactly "Mountain and River Map".

After Li Zhai imprisoned Li Hui, the treasure given by Queen Wa suddenly emitted an extremely strong glow. Every stroke on it seemed to be shining, as if it was about to undergo a transformation. Qi Wuhuo was looking forward to the transformation of the treasure, and whether after the transformation, the treasure would have a deeper connection with Queen Wa.

However, in the past few days, the change of this treasure has been stuck at 90%, and has never moved on to the next step.

"Perhaps, the transformation of "Mountain and River Map" can only be completed after the chaos in the human world has passed."

"The mountains and rivers of the Queen Wa are the country of future generations."

“I don’t know what it will look like.”

Qi Wuhuo planned to go see his old friend again after some time. Although his realm was high, his cultivation was achieved in response to disasters. He should slowly consolidate his foundation in this human world and eliminate the disasters layer by layer. Only then would his cultivation be truly solid. Qi Wuhuo paced around the human world, experienced this mundane world, and returned to the storage room.

But there was another guest in the storage room.

The old green ox was entertaining a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was tall and slender, with a wine pot on his waist and a sword in one hand. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and had a cool and calm demeanor. It was none other than Lu Chunyang, who had almost defeated the sixteen Bodhisattvas single-handedly before.

Qi Wuhuo went inside to greet his senior brother. Lu Chunyang looked at the seventeen-year-old Taoist in front of him, whose facial features had become more mature.

His facial features are elegant and his temperament is gentle.

Considering the many things he has experienced, he seems to be able to be called a young Taoist priest.

When they met before, Lu Chunyang was still carefree and felt that his junior brother was not as good as himself. But this time when they met, the other party already had the foundation of a True Lord. If he came with this mighty momentum, he would be able to compete with the Buddha and kill his incarnation. It seemed that something in Lu Chunyang's heart was finally let go.

After some pleasantries, Lu Chunyang drank a pot of wine, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and said with a smile: "I came to say goodbye."

"Goodbye? Where are you going, brother?"

The unrestrained and carefree Pure Yang Patriarch held his sword and said gently, "I was originally at the realm of a True Lord, but I could not see through a difficulty, so I fell down. I have been trapped for a thousand years and am still at the realm of a Earthly Immortal. From the beginning to the end, I could not see through it, and I could not understand it. Now I have finally let it go."

He looked at the young Taoist in front of him and said casually: "See through the eight difficulties."

"I'm going to ascend."