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"I know you don't like being a monk, but since you've already returned to secular life, what's wrong with going to a temple? If you keep avoiding these things, it will seem like you can't let go. Over time, it will become a knot in your heart and attract external demons."

Jiang Zhiwei hesitated for a moment and said seriously:
The Sword Washing Pavilion has always attached great importance to the tempering of one's character, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.

Meng Qi smiled bitterly and said:
"I've been to nunneries, so why would I be afraid of temples? But the prince lives in Puxianzhai, and I was involved with King Jin before. If I go there rashly, I might get involved in the royal family dispute and cause trouble."

He had only told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi and mentioned that the prince had also come to Yingcheng, but he did not elaborate on where he lived.

Jiang Zhiwei finally felt relieved. She raised her head slightly, blushed slightly, looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"I thought too much and misunderstood you."

She is totally unpretentious.

Meng Qi chuckled and wisely changed the subject. The two of them chatted and laughed as they headed towards Beishan.

After climbing up some stone steps, a pavilion appeared on a flat area halfway up the mountain, with a group of people standing inside.

The leader stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountains and deep valleys shrouded in clouds. He was wearing a bright yellow robe, a tall crown on his head, and his posture was upright.

Behind him stood a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and a black hat. Just looking at him made one feel cold.

Next to the middle-aged man was a monk wearing a red cassock. He had a fat head and big ears, and a big smile on his face, making people feel close to him at first sight.

And around them stood five yellow-robed monks, about forty years old, with gaunt faces. Although they looked different, they gave people a sense of unity.

Outside the pavilion were scattered guards dressed in dark red tights, all of whom had tough temperaments and extraordinary skills.

Meng Qi's eyes shone, and he smiled bitterly, "What is coming cannot be avoided. If I don't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to me."

Just from the momentum, Meng Qi could tell that the leader was the Crown Prince of Taijin, Prince of Liang, Zhao Qian.

"If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided. Since you've come to me, let's meet you."

Jiang Zhiwei suggested.

"Of course, they are all stuck in the middle of the road. We have to listen to what the purpose is, so as not to be blocked in a dangerous place without warning in the future."

Meng Qi regained his composure, put a long sword on his waist, and climbed the stairs with his hands behind his back, looking leisurely.

Jiang Zhiwei held a long sword in her hand, her dress fluttering in the mountain breeze, like a fairy descending to the earth.

"The prince invites you two to come into the pavilion and see him."

Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei walked forward, a guard came up to them.

"Please lead the way." Meng Qi said politely.

The guard led the two men through the tight security and into the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Crown Prince Zhao Qian turned around slowly. His facial features were quite similar to those of Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs. Instead, they were light, and the front of his nose was slightly hooked, like a knife or a sword, giving people a sense of decisiveness.

"It is a blessing to meet you two, even though we are thousands of miles apart. I am overjoyed to meet you two on the mountain road."

Zhao Qian's voice is mellow. If he were to preach, it would probably have a unique charm.

Meng Qi smiled and saluted:

"A humble man from the mountains meets the prince."

"Every day, I can meet strangers. This is the fate of meeting each other thousands of miles apart. But almost all of them are just passing by each other. We have never met each other. This is because of our shallow fate."

He used a more direct analogy to tell the prince that they had a shallow relationship and that if he had any problems, he should not look for him.

Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calm and collected. He pointed at the fat monk next to him and said:

"This is the abbot of Puxianzhai, the divine monk Huayan."

"Amitabha, the two donors are truly outstanding and worthy of their reputation."

Huayan smiled and clasped his hands together, like the kind of monk in charge who was greedy for incense money, but Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not dare to underestimate him at all. He was a senior monk from outside the scene. Judging by his appearance, they would lose Zi Yu.

"Especially Mr. Su, who was born in the Buddhist sect and possesses the sword skills that can break precepts. Although he acts cruelly, he is upright and upright. He eliminates evil and saves people in distress. He does not violate the Buddha's will. He really has a connection with me."

Huayan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.

Jiang Zhiwei on the side twitched her lips slightly, and she secretly sighed in her heart that she had stepped on Meng Qi's tail. Normally, they could still chat with each other, but once these words came out, wouldn't Meng Qi be unhappy? You know, Meng Qi never liked being a monk from the beginning to the end.

You are predestined with Buddha, and your whole family is predestined with Buddha! Meng Qi cursed inwardly, but soon laughed. Huayan was already a great monk, and no one would believe him if he said he had no predestined relationship with Buddha. As for his whole family, at his age, his parents should have passed away, and he had no wife or children...

Seeing Meng Qi remained silent, Zhao Qian smiled:
"I have often heard about Young Master Su's story, and I feel quite emotional. With a Buddhist heart and a knife in hand, isn't he the Dharma Protector?"

Dharma Protector Vajra... Vajra... Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, even worse than that of Zhao Yi.

He smiled wryly and said, "It is said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a devoted Buddhist who believes in the emptiness of the four elements. Why doesn't he abandon his throne, become a monk, and seek great purity and liberation?"

Jiang Zhiwei also interjected, "Now that you are clinging to the temple and pursuing power, it seems to go against the Buddha's will?"

Both of them openly and covertly accused Zhao Qian of being hypocritical, believing in Buddhism but indulging in worldly power.

"You! How disrespectful!" The feminine middle-aged man stepped forward and accused the two.

He did not suppress him directly or teach him a lesson. Su Wuming was used to protecting his own people. If he did, he would be bullying the weak and would forget about leaving the capital in his lifetime, otherwise he would be struck by the sword.

Zhao Qian pressed his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to calm down, and said with a faint smile:
"The Buddha has a smile when he picks up a flower, and also has a fierce look of a diamond. If everyone is obsessed with self-cultivation and ignores worldly affairs, who will come to save sentient beings?"

"If I could hold the great treasure, and the whole world would obey my orders, so that ordinary people would not suffer from oppression, and martial arts practitioners would not worry about the evil of killing, and everyone could be liberated and reach the other side, I would rather give up my pure cultivation, pursue power and seek greater strength!"

His smile was faint, but his tone was firm, showing the spirit of "I will go forward even if there are thousands of people against me".

...Meng Qi was slightly shocked. The prince was a little different from what he had imagined.

"In the Middle Ages, the Yellow Eyebrows under the Maitreya Buddha would allow their demon dragons to eat people. Now that the prince holds the great treasure, can he control his subordinates and not plunder the people's wealth and give away the world to the human race for the benefit of Buddhism?"

Shang Yi appeared behind Meng Qi at some point, looked deeply at Crown Prince Zhao Qian and said.

The feminine man and the Huayan monk suddenly looked solemn. Their strength was not weak, but Shang Yi suddenly appeared here without them having the slightest perception of him. If he wanted to kill Zhao Qian, no one could stop him.

The prince's expression also changed slightly, and he immediately said:

"So you are the legendary Zizai Buddha. Buddhas are also Buddhists. Why do you have such a big prejudice against Buddhism?"

Shang Yi said with a smile:

"I have a deep connection with Buddhism, so how could I have a prejudice against it? I am just a human first, and then a Buddhist. What do you think, Prince?
Doesn't the prince think so? " Zhao Qian's expression suddenly changed. Even if he valued his identity as the reincarnation of Maitreya more and used it to gain the support of Buddhism, he couldn't say such things. Otherwise, even if he was already the prince, he would lose the trust of His Majesty. At the same time, the Taoist sect and the aristocratic families would also take action to prevent him from succeeding.

But he couldn't directly criticize Buddhism. After all, relying on his identity as the reincarnation of Maitreya, he had gained the support of most Buddhists in the real world. If he now criticized Buddhism, wouldn't that mean he was completely irresponsible?
At this moment, Zhao Qian felt a deep hatred for Shang Yi who suddenly appeared. Shang Yi obviously had nothing to do with him, but he suddenly appeared here and affected him.

Shang Yi continued to speak:
"During the Middle Ages, many temples of the Maitreya lineage allowed monster mounts to slaughter humans, some of them were dragons, and some of them were cannibals. Whenever a human expert killed a monster, these monster mounts would reveal their backgrounds, then admit their mistakes and be taken back to the temples by the monks. They were imprisoned and suppressed, but in fact they were protected.

I really have no prejudice against Buddhism, but I have a deep prejudice against Maitreya and Huang Mei. If they really become the behind-the-scenes supporters of the emperor of the human dynasty, wouldn't it be a betrayal of the human race and a blasphemy against the emperor!"

Zhao Qian's face darkened completely. Shang Yi's remarks were meant to make him completely lose the possibility of inheriting the throne. These were heart-breaking remarks.

"How dare you say such heart-breaking words in broad daylight? Do you want to rebel?"

The feminine man shouted angrily, and Huayan also looked unhappy. Although he had no prejudice against Buddhism, these words were also a blow to Buddhism.

Shang Yi looked calm, ignoring the feminine man, and looked at Zhao Qian and said:

"I didn't mean to spread rumors or hurt people's feelings. What I just said was exactly what I thought.

Moreover, the True Emperor Seal is about to appear, and the Human Emperor Sword is about to appear. I came to see you to remind you that with your status, the True Emperor Seal and the Human Emperor Sword have nothing to do with you, so there is no need to make trouble in Yingcheng!"

Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi's expressions changed slightly. They didn't expect that the prince came to Jiangdong at this time because the real imperial seal was to be born.

Zhao Qian's face also changed. Although he knew that the true imperial seal appeared here through special channels of Buddhism and wanted to obtain the true imperial seal to increase his possibility of succession, he did not expect that Shang Yi would point it out like this. He is worthy of being the most deterrent person in the world.

Then he spoke:

"Does Zizai Buddha have any ideas about the inheritance of the Human Emperor?"

Shang Yi shook his head and said:
“Don’t worry, I am not the one who has ideas about the Human Emperor Sword. It is because the Human Emperor Sword is about to appear that all qualified emperors in the world will appear in Jiangdong under the guidance of humanity, and only those who can truly be recognized by the Human Emperor Sword can inherit the Human Emperor’s legacy.

Although you are the prince, you also have the inheritance of Maitreya. The good things that Huang Mei and the others did back then will naturally be attributed to you now. It is impossible for you to be recognized by the Human Emperor Sword!"

Zhao Qian's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. It was because he could see that Shang Yi was not deliberately confronting him, but was stating a fact, which made him even angrier.

However, facing such an archer who can release the power of a Dharmakaya Earth Immortal, no one dares to say that they are not afraid at all, especially someone like Zhao Qian. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so naturally he is unwilling to speak and provoke Shang Yi.

Huayan, on the other hand, had no worries and put his hands together and said:

"Amitabha, Zizai Buddha is also a Buddhist, but he is hostile to the Future Buddha lineage. He is really narrow-minded!"

Shang Yi rolled his eyes and said:

"Shameless. If the truth cannot be refuted, then we have to use reason. If the reason cannot be explained clearly, then we have to use magnanimity. If magnanimity is not right, then we have to use force again, right?
If I can't win by force, are you going to say that I have evil intentions and want to rebel?"

When he spoke the latter part, Shang Yi looked at Huayan with a smile, which made him feel a chill in his heart. He immediately remembered Shang Yi's battle record and broke out in a cold sweat.

Shang Yi suddenly felt bored. He came here not only to stimulate Maitreya's reincarnation, but also to confirm whether Maitreya had awakened at this time.

However, he also saw clearly that Maitreya was really careful about his reputation and did not dare to reincarnate and give up everything as Maitreya. Therefore, this Zhao Qian was just an incarnation of Maitreya and had no influence on the original body at all.

Then he shook his head and said:
"It's boring. I won't do anything to you. What are you afraid of? It's really boring!"

As he said this, he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, then walked hand in hand across the pavilion and continued to climb. Zhao Qian and others did not dare to stop them. They all knew that Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei and Shang Yi had a close relationship. Zhao Qian came here to recruit Meng Qi, not only because he had potential, but also because of his close connections with Meng Qi.

After walking for a while, Meng Qi looked back and saw Zhao Qian still standing in the pavilion halfway up the mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing at the place where the clouds were rising. He didn't know why he was so absorbed in it.

"Why did King Liang tell everyone his ambitions openly? Isn't he afraid of causing endless trouble?" Meng Qi frowned slightly and asked subconsciously.

Believe in Buddhism or worship Taoism, as long as it is not out of line, it is not a big deal for the prince. He can contact various Buddhist sects and want to establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth to eliminate injustice and save all people. That is equivalent to cutting himself off from other sects and most of the aristocratic families. If it is exposed, he will have more enemies than friends, and it will be almost impossible for him to inherit the throne.

Even if you have this ambition, you should be low-key and cautious, not reveal your true purpose, use one faction to fight against another, and wait until the general trend is established before you can swallow up the world like a tiger.

What Zhao Qian said just now should have been a secret within a secret, but he said it frankly, as if he didn't care at all that the two of them leaked it.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered and said:

"Perhaps the news that Crown Prince Zhao Qian is the reincarnation of Maitreya has already been known to everyone in the God Capital, otherwise why would he come to Yingcheng..."

Meng Qi also nodded and said:

"It is also possible that the Buddhist sect will give its full support, so we have nothing to fear!"

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes flashed with a strange look and said:

"In the legend, Maitreya is the future Buddha. Now the Buddha is not in the world, and all the Buddhas in Lingshan in the Journey to the West world are dead. Now only Maitreya is left to reincarnate. Maybe he will really become the future Buddha!?"

Meng Qi's eyes suddenly widened. Just now, he was only thinking about the prince's use of the power of Buddhism and ignored this possibility.

Then he said in a deep voice:
"Brother Shang Yi would not appear for no reason, and would not target Zhao Qian for no reason. He could really be the reincarnation of Maitreya. Given the nature of Buddhism, I'm afraid he would want to establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth in the real world, right?"

As he said this, his heart became colder. The Buddhist kingdom on earth was not only involved in the struggle between dynasties, but also the struggle between humans and Buddhism, and the struggle between Taoism and Buddhism. Buddhism was not afraid of it...

He did not dare to think further, and used his wisdom sword to cut off all distracting thoughts about the matter. He continued to climb and arrived at Woxin Temple. However, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not stop and continued to climb, intending to reach the top of the mountain, overlooking Yingcheng, and then go down the mountain to visit Woxin Temple.

Yanyu Mountain is not very high. Compared with Huanzhou, which is full of mountains and steep cliffs, it can only be regarded as a higher hill. But the scenery is beautiful. Even in winter, the mountain is not lonely. Green is dotted with withered yellow, and a shallow stream flows slowly. When you reach the top and look down, Yingcheng unfolds like a picture scroll, with three vertical and four horizontal lines, dense waterways, sail shadows like dots, stone bridges like lines, mountains spreading like a dragon, and Yue Lake as deep as a pupil.

For some reason, when Meng Qi saw this layout, four words suddenly popped up in his mind: "Tigers crouching and dragons coiling."

Jiang Zhiwei seemed to have the same feeling and exhaled softly: "Is this really the place where the emperor lived in the past?"

"Where is the emperor?" Meng Qi looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a blank expression.

Jiang Zhiwei chuckled: "Don't you know that Yingcheng was the capital of the previous dynasty?"

"Ah..." Meng Qi's face turned slightly red, and he really wanted to say that he had failed the history of this world.

He only looked for and inquired about relevant history when he needed it. He had never studied it systematically, but his understanding of ancient times was better than that of previous dynasties.

Jiang Zhiwei knew that Meng Qi had not been in Shaolin for long. At most, he had learned Sanskrit, but had not yet had a rough understanding of history. She smiled and said, "The human race prospered in Jiangdong. The Dragon Platform where the emperor forged swords was in Jiangdong. To inherit this destiny, several dynasties set their capitals in Jiangdong."

"The previous dynasty was named 'Kang' and its capital was Yingcheng. It once produced several generations of Dharma bodies, forcing the Wang family of Jiangdong to hide their power. However, the law of nature is repetitive, and when there is prosperity, there will be decline. In the last years, the two generations of emperors of the Han family did evil things, which angered most of the aristocratic families and caused war everywhere."

"At that time, the Zhao family in the Divine Capital had a deep foundation and many powerful fighters. After several undercurrents, someone finally achieved the Dharma body and stood out from the aristocratic families to become the leader of the Conquering Kang Alliance. Later, they were unwilling to leave their hometown and established their capital in the Divine Capital, abandoning most of the arrangements in Yingcheng."

“I see… No wonder the True Emperor Seal and the Human Emperor Sword were born here!”

Meng Qi finally figured out what was going on. When he looked at Yingcheng again, he felt a sense of vicissitudes. (End of this chapter)