I sold the system to the saints in the prehistoric times and I lost money.

Outside the royal study, many ministers, eunuchs and maids who were waiting to be summoned looked shocked when they heard the fierce debate inside.

"Where did this monk come from? How dare you be so angry at Your Majesty?"

And the most shocking thing is that His Majesty was scolded into silence.

"This monk is really a ruthless man! I am convinced."

When the founding fathers heard this, they were extremely excited, although they didn't know why they were quarreling.

But the monk's words revealed their truest thoughts.

For the Tang Dynasty, absolute control must be in your own hands, and only Your Majesty can lead thousands of people to live a happy life.

"Great Master, please wake up the dreamer with a few words. The people of the world have been taught a lesson."

King Tang bowed slightly and suddenly realized.

He, Li Shimin, was born into a wealthy family in Longnan.

Naturally, they knew that what the other party said was true, but those were the legendary fairy tales. Are they really something they mere mortals can hope for?

Don’t you see that Ying Zheng, the emperor of the ages, can only end with hatred in the end? Even after death, he thought about becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment.

Immortals have not shown their signs for thousands of years, so much so that future generations have questioned them, let alone cultivating immortals.

So much so that he was blinded by the opportunity to become an immortal in his dream, and was temporarily carried away.

"Your Majesty, when faced with the opportunity to become an immortal, who can be exempted from vulgarity?"

"Since you want to cultivate immortality and live forever, why should you compromise and abandon thousands of people?"

"Why should we seek refuge with those ambitious people in Western Buddhism?"

For a moment, Jiang Yuliang's heart, which had been cold, was ignited again.

Why was Li Shimin able to become an emperor through the ages? Why can you be the Khan of Heaven? Why can all races surrender?

Because as an emperor, he truly put his people at the forefront and was deeply loved by the people, so the national cohesion was unprecedentedly strong.

Only then can the army be invincible in battles and invincible in all attacks.

Faced with the temptation to become an immortal at the cost of thousands of people, he hesitated for a moment and decisively gave up his chance.

Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns. There was still room in the other party's words, and his eyes once again bloomed with a strong desire for knowledge.

"Does Your Majesty know the past of the poor monk?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Jiang Yuliang started talking to himself.

"The poor monk has no taboos and only cultivates his true self. I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me."

"I was destined to meet a true god of the human race. In order to test me, he made me sell low-quality earthen jars for two years before I finally came to my senses and finally took the right path."

Seeing the understanding look on the other party's face, Jiang Yuliang forcibly covered up his past misdeeds.

After all, all of this is the instruction of the true god, and no one dares to say anything, so Lin Chen can only take the blame for himself.

"The Great Master is indeed a true Buddha in the world. He who achieves great things does not stick to trivial matters."

But he never thought that he had received guidance from an expert. Thinking about it, King Tang felt a little guilty in his heart.

"May I ask where this true god in the world lives? Do I have the chance to meet him?"

After being enlightened by Jiang Yuliang, it is naturally not difficult to choose between Buddhist fate and immortal fate.

"Under Mount Tai, in the immortal mountain streams, you can get immortality for a fee."

As soon as these words came out, the originally excited King Tang couldn't sit still at all.

That is the place of immortality under Mount Tai. It is the only place in the world where you can find immortality.

That is the place that haunts him in his dreams. Let me ask the kings of all ages, who doesn’t know the fairy mountain? Who is not obsessed with the opportunities in the fairy mountains?

But no one has ever truly entered the Immortal Mountain. Who doesn’t end up in vain?

"I have been to that magical place several times, and have always been trapped in the mountain stream for half a month, and then returned to the starting point again, and had to leave with regret."

"Does the Archmage have a way to enter?"

If you can get guidance from the true God, then why do you still believe in Buddhism? Isn’t Taoist immortality fragrant? The Li family in Longnan just claims to be a descendant of me, Li Er.

"How to enter? Where does the poor monk have friendship with the true god? Going there is as easy as going home."

Jiang Yuliang smiled nonchalantly, with a sincere look on his face. It was obvious that he couldn't be more relaxed wherever he went.

When King Tang heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. He suspected that the other party was showing off, but it was not easy to expose him.

"You just go to the mountain stream and tell Jiang Yuliang's name."

"Jiang Yuliang, the name of an immortal is taboo, is it okay to call him by his first name like this..."

Seeing that the other party took the bait, he quickly stopped the other party from continuing to nag.

"There is an important matter now. After it is completed, the poor monk is willing to accompany His Majesty."

So he pressed the excited Tang Wang on the dragon chair, revealed his plan, and even brought up the banner of Lin Chen, a reclusive immortal.

The result is self-evident. Jiang Yuliang, who was supposed to be the emperor's younger brother, became the Tang Dynasty's national master. Under one person, he was above tens of thousands of people. He also formulated a series of rules to control monks.

In this way, Jiang Yuliang lived in the deep palace every day, chatting and spanking with the king of Tang, and lived a happy life.

On this day, Jiang Yuliang was enjoying a delicious meal when the door to his room was violently pushed open.

The King of Tang, who had just left the court, led a group of ministers who had changed into plain clothes and barged in directly.

His face was full of excitement, as if something big was going to happen.

"National Preceptor! My good Imperial Preceptor!"

"Why are you still eating! The person you are talking about has already entered Chang'an!"

There is no doubt that the King of Tang informed these founding fathers of this opportunity. After all, it was a fateful friendship.

Even if he, Li Shimin, fails to obtain immortality, as long as one of them gets guidance from an expert, the Tang Dynasty will still be the Tang Dynasty, and the storm will still be unshakable.

This group of people is the foundation of the Tang Dynasty, the rock of the Tang Dynasty. Naturally, there is no need to hide it.

"Is it finally here?"

"Yes, Imperial Master, news came from the front door that an old monk, accompanied by a novice monk, was selling brocade cassocks and scepters on Chang'an Street. He is exactly the same as the person you mentioned."

As long as they deal with these two people, they can go to the Immortal Relic of Mount Tai and meet the Immortal in person. How can they not be excited about this? That is a fairy fate that countless people have encountered but cannot seek for hundreds of years.

"Let's go, let you see these so-called Buddhas today and see their ugly faces, so that you won't have to worry about their Buddhahood every day."

Jiang Yuliang dropped the roast chicken in his hand and glanced at King Tang sideways, intentionally or unintentionally.

King Tang: "This man is connoting me. I saw it with my own eyes, but I dare not refute him. I'm so angry."

Cheng Yaojin: "Master, why bother? Let me bring hundreds of swordsmen and axes, and we can just take it down, right?"

Wei Zheng: "Isn't it a bit bad for our huge country to embarrass an old monk like this?"

On Chang'an Avenue, an old monk and a young novice were selling cassocks and scepters.

"Old monk, what is the price of your cassock and scepter?"

When the old monk saw someone asking about the price, he looked sideways and saw a cheap merchant. He frowned slightly and said indifferently: "The cassock costs five thousand taels and the tin staff costs two thousand taels."

"suck....."

The people watching around him all took a deep breath when they heard this.

Nowadays, the people of the Tang Dynasty are simple and honest, and the people have enough food and clothing.

But this person's export is five thousand taels of gold. Even the emperor would not dare to be so extravagant, right?

The merchants on Chang'an Street work diligently, rain or shine, and their total income in a year is less than a hundred gold.

"Where did this wild monk come from? He just wants to cause trouble, right?"

No wonder His Majesty issued an order to strictly control the monks. Are these the same monks they used to support?

As early as a few days ago, the emperor issued a decree that monks were not allowed to sell on the streets or hold meetings in private.

The people on Chang'an Street naturally received the news immediately. Seeing that someone really dared to offend Long Wei, they naturally had to fight hard.

The broken cassock and broken Zen staff were actually five thousand taels.

"Stinky monk, he must be a wild monk from the West. He smells like copper. I'm afraid you have forgotten the rules and regulations a long time ago."

"Yes! I think they are monks from the West. Your Majesty is right. Western monks are ambitious and want to destroy the foundation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"It costs five thousand taels to break the cassock. Have you never seen the money?"

People kept throwing rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, threatening to drive them out of Chang'an City.

"You are very efficient at work."

In the crowd, Jiang Yuliang saw the old monk played by Guanyin, whose body was covered with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs. He looked at the King of Tang next to him with some surprise.

Guanyin's face turned green when she smelled the stench on her body. When had she ever been so aggrieved?

"Sir, what should we do now? These mortals don't know the true Buddha, so why don't we retreat first?"

The young novice monk was cleaning the dirt on his body. When he saw the unruly people surrounding him, he pulled Guanyin back.