Hong Qigong and the other two were shocked to hear this. They did not expect Li Daoyi to say such a thing to their faces, but after thinking about it again, they felt that the other party had the ability.
“Immortal, you…” Wanyan Chenglin stood up tremblingly.
“Master Yideng, Buddhism likes to talk about cause and effect and retribution. Do you think the Jin Dynasty should have been destroyed?” Li Daoyi asked, looking at Yideng.
“Amitabha, you reap what you sow, and the common people are ultimately innocent,” Yideng said, his hands clasped together.
The Jin dynasty had been in power for a century. Although its treatment of the Han people was much better than in the early years after it entered the Central Plains, it still mainly oppressed them. It wasn't until Genghis Khan attacked the Jin dynasty and almost destroyed it that the Jurchens adjusted their policies. In order to ease tensions with the Han people and to win over the Southern Song court, the status of the Han people within the Jin dynasty was improved.
"Is there really no hope for my Great Jin?" Wanyan Chenglin knew his own situation best, and slumped back into his seat. He was well aware that the Jin Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, and he was not optimistic about the court's hopes for peace talks with the Song and Yuan dynasties. The Mongols' ambitions were far too great.
Li Daoyi shook his head.
“I made a promise to someone: your Jin Kingdom must disappear. There’s no room for negotiation on that.”
"who?"
"Yue Fei".
"What?"
Everyone was immediately shocked.
Wanyan Chenglin trembled upon hearing this name. It was a taboo in the Great Jin Dynasty and had been a shadow over his Jurchen people for decades.
“Seventh Master should know that I had a conversation with Yue Fei’s spirit at Yue Fei’s tomb. At that time, he asked me to destroy your Jin Kingdom to comfort the countless Han soldiers who sacrificed their lives.” Li Daoyi said slowly.
“That’s right, I saw it with my own eyes. Lord Yue even appeared at that time,” Hong Qigong said quickly.
“General Wanyan, I think what you need to consider now is not how to prolong the life of your Great Jin, because even if I didn’t come, you would not be able to resist the Song-Yuan allied forces. What you need to do now is how to preserve the seed of your Jurchen people. I believe that not all Jurchen people are hostile to the Han people. They are not worth disappearing with this corrupt and decadent country.” Li Daoyi said to Wanyan Chenglin, who was covered in sweat.
"What should I do?" Wanyan Chenglin asked in a deep voice after a long while.
"You now have two paths before you."
"Ichijo, continue to cling to your unrealistic hopes and expect peace talks between the Song and Yuan dynasties."
“The second point…” Li Daoyi paused here.
Everyone looked at him.
"I originally intended to tell this second point to your emperor, but since this good-for-nothing is still drunk, I'll just tell you directly."
Wanyan Chenglin quickly got up and knelt on one knee.
"Please enlighten me, immortal."
"A coup d'état, and you take control of the entire Bianjing as quickly as possible. The royal family and some of the nobles must die, and then you will immediately assume the regency of the Great Jin as the Grand General."
"What?" Wanyan Chenglin looked at Li Daoyi with a look of shock and disbelief.
"Hiss..." Hong Qigong and the others also gasped.
"Good, good, wonderful, wonderful!" Huang Yaoshi suddenly stood up and praised.
"I admire your actions, Immortal!" Huang Yaoshi exclaimed excitedly.
"What? As a general, you don't even have this much courage? This is the only chance to protect your Jurchen lineage. I can tell you directly, once the Song and Yuan armies unite, the future fate of your Great Jin will only be more severe than the humiliation of Jingkang," Li Daoyi continued.
"Song Yuan, Immortal, what should we do about Song Yuan? They might still send troops again," Wanyan Chenglin said hurriedly.
"I will personally go to the Song Dynasty. As for the Mongols, I have already sent Guo Jing with my sword to persuade them. If they do not agree, then I will show them no more mercy," Li Daoyi said slowly.
"Guo Jing? What about Rong'er?" Huang Yaoshi asked hurriedly.
"Senior Huang, Brother Guo and his wife have both gone," Mu Nianci said quickly.
"What? Immortal, you..." Huang Yaoshi pointed at Li Daoyi excitedly, about to curse him, but Hong Qigong quickly covered his mouth.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"Brother Huang, please don't get agitated," Master Yideng quickly said.
"Haha, they'll be fine. Guo Jing has my magic sword, which contains Yue Fei's true spirit. It can annihilate a thousand troops with a single strike. Besides, the Mongol National Preceptor, Golden Wheel Monk, would never dare to disobey my will. Even if it doesn't work out, the two of them will naturally be able to return safely," Li Daoyi laughed.
After listening, Huang Yaoshi gradually calmed down, but he was still somewhat indignant.
"Farewell, everyone. I'm heading to Mongolia to meet Rong'er and the others." After saying this, Huang Yaoshi quickly leaped away from the courtyard, still giving Li Daoyi a reproachful look as he left.
"Old Master Huang..." Hong Qigong tried to stop him, but the latter had already left the General's Mansion in a few leaps.
"Amitabha…"
“Immortal, don’t be angry. Rong’er is Huang Yaoshi’s lifeline and his bottom line,” Hong Qigong explained.
Li Daoyi waved his hand; he was naturally not angry.
“Immortal, I agree. I will go and make the preparations immediately,” Wanyan Chenglin said, rising to his feet.
"Alright, Dongfang, you go with the general and lend him a hand."
"Hmm." Dongfang Bubai nodded.
"Haha, even the old beggar will lend a hand," Hong Qigong laughed.
The three of them left quickly.
"Gurgle..."
Black Egg happily spun around on the table. It had already finished eating everything in front of Little Dragon Girl. Now it had rolled onto Wan Yanping's table. Little Dragon Girl came to Wan Yanping's side and continued to feed Black Egg.
"Ah, don't even think about eating mine." Yang Guo said, and then quickly ate the food in front of him.
“Master Yideng.” At this moment, Li Daoyi called out to Yideng.
Yideng looked at Li Daoyi.
"Please speak, Taoist priest."
“You should know the story of the Three Kingdoms,” Li Daoyi said.
Yideng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"The three families have returned to Jin," Yideng said in a deep voice.
"Although Dali is located in the southwest, it has always been a part of the Central Plains. I don't know if you have considered the future of Dali, but I suggest you think about it carefully. As I said before, the Mongols have great ambitions. They don't just want to devour the Jin and Song dynasties. Dali will not be spared either."
"To eliminate the disputes, the current situation of multiple countries must be eliminated, and unification is imperative."
"I will not make demands of you as forcefully as the Jin Kingdom, but I hope that Dali will make the right choice when the time comes." Li Daoyi stretched out his right hand and gently tapped the table, each tap seeming to strike Yideng's heart.
"Amitabha, I understand," said Yideng, his hands clasped together. Although he had been a monk for many years, he still held considerable prestige in Dali.
"Master, do you still have the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual from Dali?" Suddenly, Li Daoyi changed the subject.
"Huh?" Itto was stunned for a moment.
"Six Meridian Divine Sword?"
"good."
“I didn’t expect that you would know about this technique. To be honest, it has been more than a hundred years since anyone has mastered it. The original sword manual has long been lost, and only a copy remains in Tianlong Temple,” Yideng said.
"You haven't practiced either?" Li Daoyi asked.
"I am ashamed to admit that I practiced the Shaoshang Sword technique when I was young and almost suffered a qi deviation."
“Yes, this technique has extremely high requirements for internal strength and aptitude. Although your aptitude is not bad, it is still a stretch. Instead, it is more correct for you to switch to One-Finger Divine Skill. Now your One-Finger Divine Skill has reached the first grade, which is not inferior to Shaoshang Sword.” Li Daoyi nodded.
"Immortal, you flatter me. The Six Meridians Divine Sword, with all six swords unleashed simultaneously, is far beyond what my One-Finger Divine Skill can compare to," Yideng said with a wry smile, shaking his head.
"If I have the chance, I'd like to visit Tianlong Temple and see the Six Meridians Divine Sword."
“Of course.” Itaru did not refuse.
Li Daoyi's arrival could not be kept secret from the other ministers in Bianjing. Before long, some people came to the general's mansion but were turned away. Some people, relying on their status as noble princes, chose to force their way into the general's mansion, but this time they failed.
Wanyan Chenglin's soldiers drew their weapons and blocked the people, refusing to move aside no matter how much they shouted.
These nobles had no choice but to make a harsh statement, threatening to impeach the general at the next court session. They then left cursing and swearing, and no one questioned why the general's men had suddenly become so tough.
In the following days, troops were continuously transferred from various parts of the Jin Kingdom to Bianjing. Wanyan Chenglin explained that this was to prevent the failure of the peace talks between the Song and Yuan dynasties and to station a portion of the troops in Bianjing to protect the capital.
Ten miles outside the city, tents were scattered everywhere. In one of the largest tents, more than a dozen Jin generals were gathered together. One of them was the famous Wanyan Chenheshang, who could be considered the last famous general of the late Jin Dynasty. If it weren't for bad luck, he would have almost brought the Jin Dynasty back to life.
He was slightly older than Wanyan Chenglin and was sitting next to General Wanyan in military attire. However, compared to the other generals who were drinking and eating meat, he, who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, sensed a strange atmosphere.
A masked woman in red was sitting next to Wanyan Chenglin. It should be noted that women had a very low status in the Jin Dynasty. More importantly, the reason for this summons was strange. First of all, Wanyan Chenglin did not have an imperial edict or a military tally. He was just summoning everyone in the name of the general.
While Chen Heshang was lost in thought, Wanyan Chenglin was also considering how to win him over. He didn't take the other generals seriously at all, but he dared not underestimate Chen Heshang, because Chen Heshang had three thousand loyal and filial soldiers under his command. These soldiers were composed of captured and abducted Han Chinese from the Central Plains who had fled from prison, including the Uyghurs, Jurchens, Qiang, Huns, and others. Under Chen Heshang's training, these men were extremely powerful and often won battles against superior numbers. The Mongols had suffered many losses at their hands.
"Lord of the Imperial Censor, please." At this moment, Wanyan Chenglin raised his wine cup and gestured to the dazed Chen Heshang.
The latter quickly stood up. "Thank you, General." He then looked up and saw that the other party had given him a wink.
After drinking, Wanyan Chenglin got up and left the military tent, and Dongfang Bubai quickly followed.
Chen Heshang glanced at the other generals who were still eating, drinking, and having fun, put down his wine cup, pretended to be drunk, and staggered out of the tent.
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