The incident of Emperor Qingzong has already reached here.
"Holy Lord, the Qingzong ruins are now alive, and Chen Qingyuan is a member of the Qingzong!"
The elder told the story while presenting the jade slip of information.
"What?"
Liu Nansheng, who had always been calm, couldn't help but look horrified.
At the same time, all the elders in the hall were alarmed, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Holy Queen Shutong changed her cold and indifferent expression, her eyes flashed with strange light, and her face was full of shock.
After a long time, Liu Nansheng found out about Qingzong and looked solemn.
"No wonder Buddhism wants to protect Chen Qingyuan, that's why."
Liu Nansheng finally understood the Buddhist behavior and gave the relics of the previous abbot to him. The root cause was Qingzong.
The most important thing in Buddhism is cause and effect. In the past, I hid in the East and didn't care about the affairs of various regions.
Now, an unprecedented prosperous era is coming.
If Buddhism wants to consolidate its own power, or even go a step further, it can only form an alliance with Qingzong.
Want to stay out of it?
None of the top forces in the world have this possibility.
"Get ready and head to Dizhou."
Liu Nansheng gave the order directly without consulting the elders.
"yes!"
The group of elders had been talking a lot just now, but suddenly they became quiet and stood up to take orders.
"Master, can I follow you?"
Wang Shutong asked for instructions.
"You can go and experience such a grand event."
Liu Nansheng nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, Master."
When he went to Dizhou, Wang Shutong wanted to know the history of Qingzong and witness the battle between the top forces with his own eyes.
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Dongtu, Buddhism.
"What do you think?"
The old monk sat in the first place, with an old face and clear eyes.
"There will inevitably be resistance to the revival of the Qing Sect. If Buddhism wants to prosper, it must lend a helping hand to the Qing Sect and form a good relationship."
"Let's put aside the matter of the Demon Abyss for now. If we hadn't borrowed the power of cause and effect from the Qing Sect, it would have been difficult to completely obliterate the demon. If the Qing Sect wants to rebuild, Buddhism cannot just sit idly by and ignore it."
"The poor monk is willing to support Qingzong."
"If there is a fight, go all out."
There are hundreds of monks sitting in the hall. They are all chiefs of various temples and are extremely powerful.
The attitudes of all the eminent monks were basically the same, protecting Qingzong.
There is no conflict of interest between Buddhism and Qingzong. Instead, they want to take advantage of their good relationship with Qingzong to go further.
The top forces in the imperial state are different. They have accumulated old grievances for many years and are difficult to deal with.
...
The first-class holy places in Xijiang and Northern Wasteland were all shocked when they received the news in a very short period of time.
Chen Qingyuan's identity is too terrifying and suffocating.
His talent is unparalleled in the world, and his background is even more profound.
"Go to Dizhou immediately, some elders will stay behind, and the rest will go with you."
Sects in various places issued orders.
The revival of the Qing Sect was a major event that shocked the world. Any capable monk would not want to witness it with his own eyes.
"Holy Lord, for the sake of my hard work for the sect, let me go!"
"You have made contributions to the sect, haven't we?"
"I don't want to miss this kind of scene. If anyone stays at home, I will give you a hundred years' salary, so you will have no regrets."
"Who cares about resources that only last a century?"
The senior leaders of the sect started arguing. No one wanted to stay at home and shouted at the top of their lungs.
A few days ago, we were all good brothers, but now we are like enemies, and no one is willing to give in.
Similar scenes happened in many holy places, causing quite a stir.
"Okay! Shut up, everyone!"
The Holy Master of a certain place shouted loudly: "In order to watch the fun, why don't you even want to abandon the sect? If it is invaded by hostile forces at this time, the losses will be heavy. Those who remain are the mainstay who truly care about the sect.
"
Anyone who wants fame wants to watch the fun.
"Draw lots!"
Someone suggested.
"Okay, I have no objection."
"I've always had good luck."
"Okay, let's draw lots to decide."
Thousands of restrictions were placed on the box where the lot was drawn, for fear that someone might make a small move, and the precautions were extremely tight. People who didn't know about this situation thought that there was some amazing treasure inside the box.
After the lot was drawn, the elders who could go to Dizhou smiled happily and made preparations one after another.
The elder who stayed in the sect had a bitter look on his face, his eyes were dull, as if he had missed a great opportunity, and his life was in a dark place.
"Come on, don't waste time."
The Holy Lord and Ancestor, who had just scolded the elders for loving to watch the excitement, walked out quickly now, looking forward to it and not wanting to waste any time.
"Why don't the Holy Lord and the ancestors draw lots? It's not fair."
Someone whispered.
An elder stretched out his hand and asked softly: "Did you see it?"
"What?"
The elders who were left behind looked at him sideways, with confused expressions on their faces.
"Fist." The elder clasped his fingers together and tightened his fist: "If you have the ability, go and arm-wrestle with the Holy Lord. If you win, you can go."
"..."
The elders had nothing to love and could only wait to hear the news.
...
At the same time, the ruins of Qingzong.
A shocking storm was brewing. Chen Qingyuan and others were sitting in the ancient palace, enjoying this short peaceful time.
"Master, please drink tea."
Fang Qingyun, a junior, poured the tea respectfully.
Then, Fang Qingyun came to Chen Qingyuan's side and also saluted: "Uncle, you have tea."
"cough......"
Chen Qingyuan took the tea with both hands, looking slightly embarrassed.
It felt so strange to be called uncle by a rotten old man who had lived for tens of thousands of years. However, after more times, I got used to it.
"Your talent is pretty good, but it's a pity that it's hard to reach the Divine Bridge in this life."
Dugu Changkong took one look at Fang Qingyun and knew his level, so he gave an evaluation.
"This disciple has been able to cultivate to this point and is already satisfied."
Fang Qingyun doesn't have much ambition. He has no regrets if he can see Qingzong's ruins in this life.
"Which one do you practice?"
While there was still time, Dugu Changkong decided to give some advice.
"Tai Qing Zhi." Fang Qingyun bowed and saluted, and replied: "After practicing for tens of thousands of years, I still haven't achieved great success, let alone reached perfection."
"This is the old man's understanding of Taiqing's Four Symbols. Let's see if it can be of help to you."
Dugu Changkong flicked his finger towards Fang Qingyun's eyebrows.
"Thank you, Master, for preaching."
In an instant, Fang Qingyun felt a golden light appear in his mind. He did not comprehend it immediately, but knelt down on his knees and kowtowed in thanks.
"Get up!"
As Dugu Changkong finished speaking, Fang Qingyun was helped up by a gentle force.
At present, Fang Qingyun's cultivation is in the late stage of Mahayana. If he understands the meaning of Dugu Changkong's preaching in the future, he will definitely be able to cultivate to the peak of Mahayana. As for the Divine Bridge, it has a lot to do with talent, so it may be difficult.
"Uncle Master, where is Wu Junyan?"
When Chen Qingyuan was convinced that he was a generation younger than Wu Junyan, he felt very uncomfortable.
How would he accept that his former brother had become his uncle?
I haven’t seen Wu Junyan for many years and I miss him very much.