In Jixia Academy, Confucius' whole body was filled with Haoran Zhengqi. Surrounded by disciples of Haoran Zhengqi Sect, he was sitting on a futon. The pulpit was filled with Taoist sounds. He was preaching, but next to him was a middle-aged man with a complex expression.
He was handsome, with an aura as strong as the ocean, and a smile on his lips. He seemed very humble, but also seemed to have some disdain.
After a while, the sound of the Tao disappeared. Confucius looked at the middle-aged man beside him and chuckled: "Friend Jiang, although our Haoran Zhengqi Sect is Confucian, it is also a part of Xuanmen. Our ancestor Confucius also once fought in Dongsheng
He traveled to the Divine Continent and left his ancestral teachings on the Holy Land of Taichu."
"Senior Confucius preached in my Holy Land of Taichu for three years, and I was lucky enough to hear it. This time I came under the order of the Holy Son, just to stand in front of me. Soon, the Holy Son will come." Jiang Zizai
The voice was calm, but it showed his identity.
Confucius showed a hint of embarrassment on his face after hearing this. He was the descendant of Confucius and called him the Patriarch. The person in front of him had once listened to Confucius and was his elder.
"Brother, the Sui Emperor has suppressed the Dragon King of Qiantang River." Duanmufuzi flew onto the podium in the distance and said hurriedly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
"As expected, he took action. When he started the Western Expedition, I knew that this man was very ambitious. Now it seems that he has already started to take action. The next step is to attack the sect." Confucius' eyes were filled with flashes of light.
cold light.
Yang Guang was a Dragon Clan first, and the next step was not only the sect, he forced the sect to surrender to him and controlled the entire Nanzhan Tribe, and the Haoran Zhengqi Sect was no exception. This made him feel infinite anger. You know, now there are
The backbone of the sect is fighting against Xiniu Hezhou for him. Now he is backhanded against the sect. This is so shameless.
"The Sui Emperor that the two fellow Taoists mentioned is Yang Guang, the Great Sui Emperor, the lord of Nanzhan Continent?" Jiang Zizai rolled his eyes and asked pretending to be curious.
"Isn't it this person? This person is very ambitious and wants to be the emperor. He first captured the entire Nanzhan continent, and then launched an army to march westward. With the help of Buddhism's eastward march, he easily occupied most of Xiniu Hezhou.
Now we need more practitioners to take action." Confucius snorted coldly.
"In the past, he canonized the city god. I saw this. He was no longer satisfied with human nature and set his sights on the divine way. Look, now the entire Nanzhan continent is full of city gods. These city gods specialize in monitoring the major sects and sects.
If there was any slight change, Emperor Sui would know it immediately, which led to the major sects to close their gates." Master Duanmu hated Yang Guang's actions very much.
"Unfortunately, this person also used the banner of the human race to order all major sects, regardless of Buddhism or Taoism, to send out people to follow the Sui Dynasty's Immortal Army in the Western Expedition. Otherwise, he would be disobeying the human race and launching a conquest." Master Lu said.
filled with unwillingness.
Jiang Zizai saw the expressions of the immortals in front of him, and the disdain in his heart became stronger. When did the powerful monks become so useless? Rumor has it that Emperor Sui was a mortal at first, but was later taken away from him. In just a few decades, he became
With such momentum, didn't these Immortal Sects know to nip it in the bud at the very beginning? If they had known this, how could they have done what they are today.
"In the ancestral land, the sect orders everything in the world, and the secular dynasty must also obey the sect's talisman edict. A sect's talisman edict can change the emperor's power, and can also canonize gods." Jiang Zizai shook his head and said: "I and other immortals should do that.
When were you aloof and ruled by a secular dynasty?"
Kong Fuzi and others showed embarrassment on their faces after hearing this. If they could, they didn't want to have such a result. It's just that Yang Guang's rise was too fast. By the time they found out, the situation was already established, and all the sects could only hold on to it. Nose admitted that it was even different now. Yang Guang had vaguely become the number one master in Nanzhan Continent, and the immortals were no match for him.
Jiang Zizai was even more disdainful in his heart and couldn't help but say: "In my ancestral land of the human race, super-grade sects control the Immortal Dynasty, such as Daqian and Dayin. They are controlled by Yuxu Palace, Bajing Palace, and then the first-class sects control the dynasty. , For example, our Taichu Holy Land controls the Daqi Dynasty, with a radius of millions of miles, and other counties and counties."
Jiang Zizai did not tell the truth. The dynasty controlled by Taichu Holy Land was very small at first, not even a million miles away. It was only because of the chaos in Dongsheng Shenzhou that it invaded the territory of Daqian and Dayin and became so powerful.
However, the average sect controls a dynasty no more than ten thousand miles away. For the sect, it is also a good "vegetable field", allowing the sect to obtain endless "bases".
Confucius and others even breathed heavily after hearing this. They also wanted to have such a day.
"Back then, the Buddha issued an edict prohibiting the sect from entering the secular world. The masters in the sect either went to sit with their ancestors, or went to the ancestral land of the human race, or practiced in seclusion. Now it is too late to say these things." Confucius It turned into a sigh and said: "Taiyi Golden Immortal, taking advantage of the general trend of the human race, who can resist it?"
The immortals were silent after hearing this. Being suppressed by the Sui Emperor was a very painful thing in itself. These people must be unhappy inside, but now that the opponent has become the general trend, how can they change everything? Even if they are not convinced, they can only Hold it back.
"A Taiyi Golden Immortal can decide the general trend of the human race. That is decided by a saint. Who is Yang Guang? He is of a low nature. He kills his father and brother, insults his own mother and concubine, and even his daughter-in-law. This kind of thing If a person becomes a human emperor, wouldn't it make everyone in the three realms laugh?" Jiang Zizai has obviously done his job, and is not ignorant on the surface.
However, Kong Fuzi and others did not notice this. Instead, they nodded, seeming to have recognized the other party's words.
"Now that the Sui Emperor has achieved great success, he has even sealed the Dragon King of the Qiantang River. The Nanzhan Buzhou Water Vein Map will definitely be in his hands, and the rivers, lakes and seas will also be under his control." Master Duanmu shook his head.
Jiang Zizai's expression changed after hearing this, and he couldn't help asking: "Will the water vein map of Nanzhan Buzhou fall into his hands? Didn't Pindao hear that the water vein map is divided into three parts, namely the Qiantang River? The Dragon King, the Dragon King of Dongting Lake and the Yellow River Shui Bo, the Qiantang River Dragon King has certainly failed, but doesn’t the Dongting Lake Dragon King want to avenge his brother, and the Yellow River Shui Bo is the righteous god of heaven, will he surrender to the Sui Emperor?"
Jiang Zizai immediately felt bad. He was still sowing discord here, but the other party had already attacked his vital points, almost draining the firepower. Once the water vein map fell into Yang Guang's hands, his plan would be ruined.
It's a small thing if someone is killed, but it's a big deal if something goes wrong. Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little uneasy.
"Who can stop the Sui Emperor? Not the Dragon King of Qiantang River, not the Dragon Lord of Dongting, and as for the Yellow River Shui Bo, hey, he can't either." Confucius shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
