(The previous chapter has been modified)

"Once Shaolin enters the game, the war and conflict will definitely reach a higher level. Things will go uncontrollable by then. What should we do? Why will sir teach me?"

In just two short sentences, Monk Wuxin kicked the ball to Xiaoyaoyou again.

"Oh, the Zen Master is compassionate. We thank the Zen Master for the people of the world. The Zen Master can rest assured. If Dazhou and Shaolin form an alliance, I, Dazhou, can establish Buddhism as the national religion. You can build temples in various parts of the world. Every yamen in Dazhou will support it. I wonder if the Zen Master is satisfied with this answer?"

"National Cult?" Even though Monk Wuxin was calm, he still jumped hard in his heart. He didn't expect that Xiaoyaoyou would throw such a big bomb as soon as he came up, and he just turned out all the cards and couldn't do it.

Qingyunzi and Li Dexiang were also stormy in their hearts, as if they were struck by lightning. The two looked at each other, not knowing what Xiaoyaoyou wanted to do.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Zen room became stagnant and no longer as harmonious as before.

Monk Wuxin pondered for a moment, but still didn't dare to make a decision. Finally, he could only get up and bow to them, "This matter is of great importance. Please give the young monk some time to consider it. I hope you all forgive me."

"It's okay, this is the reason."

After a while, Monk Wuxin took the initiative to retreat and left the Zen room.

After he left, someone finally broke the tranquility, "Xiaoyaoyou, what do you want to do?" Qing Yunzi put down the teacup and looked at him, as if he wanted to see something from his eyes.

Xiaoyaoyou still looked calm, his eyes were not wavy, and he could not see any emotions, "What are you doing, it's just negotiation."

"Where did you negotiate like this?" In their opinion, the negotiations are the two sides going back and forth, and you take a step back, I take a step back, and everyone is well.

There is no such thing as Xiaoyaoyou. It’s a decisive moment, and there is no room for maneuver when it comes to it.

Xiaoyaoyou glanced at them coldly and said in a deep voice, "Now, do we still have the qualifications to bargain? The Demon Cult is eyeing them. When they are ready, it will definitely be a thunder attack. At that time, even if the Great Zhou transfers all the border troops in the northwest to the front line, they may not be able to stop them. We don't have time to spend here. Since Your Majesty has given me all the right to do this, you don't have to ask, just watch with peace of mind."

The words made them silent. It was indeed because they took it for granted. After staying in the court system for too long, they subconsciously used the court's thinking to do things, but they forgot that they didn't have much bargaining chips. After fighting, the one who suffered the final disaster was the Great Zhou.

Qing Yunzi let out a long breath, as if he was about to dissipate the depression in his heart, "You said it right, it was because I was negligent. There was no time in the Great Zhou Dynasty. This is our biggest bargaining chip and the greatest sincerity. The rest are all details and are not worth mentioning."

Hearing this sentence, Li Dexiang, who wanted to say something else, was silent because he could not refute it.

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After the monk Wuxin left the Zen room, he went to the back mountain of Shaolin. There was a stele forest here, where Master Wudao, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, went into seclusion.

The golden Bodhi tree stands in the monument, with gold and jade leaves, brilliant light, and thousands of swastika scriptures are round and round, from top to bottom, hanging like a garland, and the sound of chanting scriptures appears and hides, protecting the entire Shaolin Temple. The golden leaves rinse out in the breeze, rustling, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves.

Under the Bodhi tree, Master Wudao's eyes were closed, his body was covered with dust and leaves, as if a withered image. Suddenly, the golden leaves trembled, and the withered image came alive. Master Wudao opened his eyes and his eyes were calm.

Before the monk Wuxin got close, a calm voice broke into his ears, "Are you hesitating?"

"Yes, the master gave the full power of this matter to his disciples for handling, but the matter is of great importance at this time, and the disciples dare not make a decision, so they can only ask the master." Monk Wuxin walked closer and quietly lowered his head.

"Everything has two sides, and there are gains and losses. In fact, you already have an answer in your heart, but you just don't dare to be sure. No matter what your choice is, Shaolin Temple will always be your solid backing. Remember, you will never be alone."

"Go, this matter should have a result."

After saying that, Master Wudao closed his eyes again, his whole life was converging, like a dead tree and rock, without any vitality.

"Thank you for your advice, the disciple knows what to do." Monk Wuxin stretched out his frown, bowed to Master Wendao, and turned around and left.

Shortly after he left, Master Wudao opened his eyes again, his eyes with a deadly color, "What are you planning? The death situation in Dazhou has been solved by you?"

"Since you have such a way to do it, why do you do it too much?"

In fact, after the Great Zhou national master Pudu Cihang killed millions of demon soldiers with one sword and suppressed the innate spiritual treasures and disappeared, Master Wudao guessed that the Great Zhou would have such a move. If he had not reversed the overall situation and changed his fate for the Great Zhou to go against the will of heaven, he would not have caused this matter no matter what.

Although the power of that sword affected the current situation, the power of the Great Zhou was still not enough to support the overall situation and could only seek external forces. However, the monk Wudao still did not understand why he chose to seal the innate spiritual treasures himself and leave the Great Zhou.

Those who traveled a hundred miles apart had already reached this point. He didn't understand why Pudu Cihang gave up. Originally, he thought Pudu Cihang was a robbery, but now it seems that it may not be.

It is inevitable that Buddhism will enter. This is not the decision of Shaolin Temple, but it is the general trend. There are also the interests of other Buddhist forces in it. Instead of sudden changes, it is better to make arrangements early.

"I hate that I have been pressing the golden thread every year, but I am making wedding dresses for others." Monk Wudao muttered this poem in his mouth, and a trace of inexplicable flashed in his eyes.

Are you making wedding dresses for others? Or are you trying to be the oriole behind the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole?

Suddenly, Master Zhudao Tong Kong shrank, and the Bodhi leaves on his body were swept open and fell, and a terrible thought arose in his heart. Did he expect all this?

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At this moment, in the mustard seed space, Su Ming and the Yin-Yang Taoist were sitting opposite each other. There was a chessboard between them. He held the white, while the Yin-Yang Taoist was held the black.

At first, the two made a quick move, and the chess piece fell on the board made a crisp sound. After fifty moves, the Yin-Yang Taoist made a slower and slower, and the time for thinking was longer and longer.

Su Ming didn't urge him, but just slowly savored the fragrant tea, smiling, and was very patient.

After seventy hands, the Yin-Yang Taoist had to think for a quarter of an hour every time he fell. On the chessboard, the Yin-Yang Taoist's black-spel dragon had already been killed. Although he was not dead, he was not far from death.

Finally, half an hour later, the Yin-Yang Taoist gave up struggling and left two sons hard.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard trembled slightly, and instantly turned into two black and white energy and merged into Su Ming's body.

"I'm so annoying! I lost again!"

The low voice was a little annoyed and unwilling. Since Su Ming helped him break the mark of the Demon Sect, he seemed to have broken free from the shackles and completely returned to his nature.

He wanted to break the space several times, but was firmly suppressed by Su Ming and could not escape. Because Su Ming's seal isolated the power of heaven and earth, the Yin-Yang Taoist, who could not mobilize the power of Yin-Yang's original power, was naturally not Su Ming's opponent.

If he can't beat him, he is even less of a match. Even if he lives longer than Su Ming, he is sleeping most of the time. He is still far from talking to a Buddhist monk!

In the end, the Yin-Yang Taoist came up with a "good way" and bet with Su Ming. If he wins, Su Ming will let him out. If he loses, he will pass on his understanding of the Yin-Yang Tao to Su Ming.

It’s a pity that he has never won a game for so long. Every time he has to invest in the middle of the game, he has to admit defeat. The chess they play is not an ordinary chess, but a competition between each other’s great ways.

The Yin-Yang Taoist was born innately and controlled the origin of Yin-Yang. Although he was unique, he was no match for Su Ming's four paths of Buddhism, Taoism, Demons and Demons. Each of these four paths was born with transcendents. Although Su Ming did not reach the extreme, all things were united, making his great path very thick and round.

In contrast, the Yin-Yang Taoist's Yin-Yang Dao has not been controlled to the extreme by him, so the chess game between the two ended in less than the middle game.

"Do you still continue?" Su Ming put down the teacup, looked at the black and white face of Yin and Yang Taoist, and asked with a smile.

"I won't come, it's so awkward to play chess with you. Every time I cut off my big dragon, so that I can't use it." The Yin-Yang Taoist hugged his chest with his hands, his eyes slightly resentful.

"You've been here for so long, aren't you worried about something going on in your country?"

Su Ming poured a cup of tea for the Yin-Yang Taoist, Dandan said, "Everything has its own fixed number. If this country lacks me, it cannot operate, and then there is no need for this country to exist. Although the power of the monks is strong, the rules of the mundane world are the rules of the mundane world, and strength is not the only criterion for measuring everything."

The Yin-Yang Taoist showed a suspicious look on his face, "I don't believe it. You have known the trump card and power of the Demon Cult. You should know their power. Without you, what will your country use to resist the Demon Cult monks?"

Su Ming sighed lightly and said slowly, "You have been sleeping in the Yin-Yang Grinding Pan for too long. How can the rules in this world be who has a big fist and who is powerful? Although the Demon Sect is strong, he is not the only one. Whether it is a Buddhist, Taoist or a dragon clan, the demon clan can compete with it."

"The Great Zhou where I am is neither the Immortal Dynasty in the ancient times nor the puppet they supported. The power of human hearts bursts out at some point, and even monks will be shocked!"

"And the Great Zhou court has been able to initially use this power. The people of the world, from ministers, princes, and peddlers to peddlers and pawns, have more than 100 million yuan. If the incense and fire gods are added, the power of humanity is no worse than that of immortality."

The Yin-Yang Taoist raised his eyebrows, revealing a sarcastic sense, "Since this power is so powerful, why is your country invaded by the demon clan, and even the puppets supported by the Demon Cult can't be eliminated?"

"Oh, that's why I said, you have been in the Yin-Yang Grinder for too long and your head is no longer clear."

"What do you mean?" The Yin-Yang Taoist looked colder, and he had the idea of ​​taking action after a disagreement.

"Man is an independent individual, and each individual has different thinking and thoughts. They have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and seven emotions and six desires, which no one can fully control. Although monks can kill millions of people in their bodies, they cannot change the ideas of these people from the soul level."

"Similarly, it's like a country. Even if there are emperors, courts, gods and monks, they cannot control the will of everyone and can only unite and gather some people." Speaking of this, Su Ming changed his subject, "This kind of problem is difficult to understand for a spiritual treasure that lives for a long time. It is normal for you not to understand."

"Monk, do you want to fight?" He seemed to have been provoked by him again. The Yin-Yang Taoist felt that he was becoming more and more impulsive and more likely to get angry recently. As soon as he saw Su Ming, he had the idea of ​​sealing his mouth.

"You can't beat me, why bother asking for trouble?" After saying that, Su Ming showed a meaningful smile.

"It's outrageous!"

"Yin and Yang flow together!"

The most plain words were the most extreme provocation. The Yin-Yang Taoist could not suppress the impulse in his heart, and overturned the chessboard in front of him and took action.

I saw that his palms swirled, and the yin and yang energy surged and condensed into a vortex, and his abundant power shook all directions.

"Oh? Are you having a new trick?" Su Ming was not surprised by this, as if he had been accustomed to it for a long time.

"The Holy Lotus Transforms the Great Thousand."

With a low shout, Su Ming's vast and pure Buddha Yuan surged, condensed into lotus flowers, and the divine light flowed, turning into a barrier intertwined, lying in front of him.

"boom!"

The yin and yang qi cyclone condenses but does not dissipate. The black and white qi seems to be as solid as the essence, pure and mellow, and the yin and yang flow and are endless.

However, the Yin and Yang cyclone hit the top and made a violent sound. The lotus barrier was like the barrier of the vast world, unbreakable and unmoving.

"Come again, come again!"

Without one move, the Yin-Yang Taoist looked cold and his eyes were filled with cold eyebrows. His black and white eyes burst out with unprecedented divine light, shaking the void.

"Yin and Yang combine to break through the void!"

His left hand holds yin and his right hand holds yang. Yin and yang rotate, erasing all things. The black and white colors continue to interweave and flow on his body, and finally return to nothingness and stagnate in his palm.

The ultimate yang and the ultimate yin, two forces were used to the extreme by him, and the two combined and burst out with a thousand times the power. It is his original Yin-Yang Grinding Drain that erases all things.

As the spirit of the innate spiritual treasure, the Yin-Yang Taoist's cultivation and strength come from the Yin-Yang millstone. However, now without using the body, he actually used the Yin-Yang millstone to annihilate all things, which is really amazing.

Seeing this move, Su Ming was slightly shocked. The spirit of the innate spiritual treasure was indeed extremely talented and surprising. With the current strength of the Yin-Yang Taoist, he already had one-third of his combat power.
Chapter completed!