Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 55 The Snipe and the Clam Fight 【Subscription, 55】

Early the next morning, the head of the Jingyue School received a letter from Monk Puzhi.

After only a cursory glance, the head of the sect knew that this matter was of great importance, so he didn't dare to make a decision privately, so he quickly sent someone to invite some elders from the sect.

Not long after, except for the six who served in the army, the remaining three Waigang masters gathered together.

"What monk Puzhi said, how do the masters think about it?"

Passing the letter papers one by one, Fang Chengding looked at the three uncles with a solemn expression.

The three of them looked at each other, and suddenly Cheng Ding said with a smile.

"Monk Puzhi mainly proposes to bring order out of the chaos. He wants to take down the second king of Ningtan with us and plead guilty to Emperor Jing'an. Isn't that just in line with the master's wishes!"

Chuan Gong elder caressed his beautiful beard and smiled.

"Extremely, extremely, the old man was still worried about finding an excuse to get close to those bald donkeys, but it turned out that they came to the door by themselves!"

The elder treasurer also stretched his brows, jokingly put the teacup to his mouth.

"The head of the sect is worried that Dingchan Temple has also received the order, and plans to use tricks to win me Jingyue sect?"

After reading the letter over and over again, the law enforcement elder was still sharp, and immediately figured out what was wrong with it, and turned to ask Fang Chengding.

"To tell you the truth, Elder Liu, Cheng Ding was worried that this would be Emperor Jing'an's plan to drive away wolves and tigers. He wanted to cause us to fight each other, so he managed to wipe out the two factions with little effort."

Fang Chengding sighed softly, and expressed his concerns to the elder.

There was a dead silence in the main hall.

"Hey, even Emperor Jing'an really has ulterior motives. Now that things are going on, you still trust the monks in Dingchan Temple!"

The law enforcement elder twisted his white beard, pondered for a moment and said with a wry smile.

That's right, even if they Jingyue couldn't be fooled by the emperor, who can guarantee that the group of monks in Dingchan Temple will not stab them in the back in order to save their lives?
Since they began to compromise with Emperor Jing'an, this blatant conspiracy has been in effect.

Thinking clearly about the hurdles, even the usually optimistic Chuan Gong elder suddenly became taciturn.

"My mother, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have turned against it. Who would have known that King Ning is actually a silver pewter spear head, which is fancy but not useful!"

The elder treasurer slammed the table, shaking the teacup into powder three or four inches apart, which was the result of his conscious restraint.

Everyone is too late to regret.

If it wasn't for Emperor Jing'an who pushed too hard, and King Jian Li who was too useless back then, making them think that rebellion is as easy as drinking water, otherwise, who would have a rash to do this business.

"Forget it, there is no room for the arrow to turn back. Since everyone has done this, it is useless to regret it."

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. Sect head, you quickly pick a batch of good seedlings, and bring the soft ones to hide far away. I just hope that our old bones and the head of the bald donkey in Dingchan Temple can be exchanged for a better life." The Emperor's forgiveness."

At this time, the law enforcement elder thought about it.

Instead of thinking wildly here, it's better for these old things to use their residual heat.

Everyone outside the clan died in battle, only three melons and two jujubes were left, and even the three hundred-year-old foundation was handed over. The emperor will not be able to kill them all!

"Elder Yang!"

Hearing the determination of the law enforcement elders to die, Fang Chengding gritted his teeth and did not persuade him any more.

"Cheng Ding will make arrangements for Guan and Sun's two juniors to bring the elite disciples of their school to travel and seek refuge."

With bloodshot eyes, Fang Cheng sat up from his chair vigorously, and bowed deeply to the three elders.

"Don't bring too many unnecessary things. Since you have clear ambitions, you must show the determination of a strong man to cut off your wrists. The more miserable our Jingyue faction is, the more likely the emperor will let it go."

"There is one more thing to keep in mind, don't seek revenge from the imperial court, if you can enter the imperial court as an official in the future, you will be an official in the imperial court. The most important thing is to carry forward the Jingyue faction again."

"Otherwise, we old bastards will die in peace!"

The skinny five fingers clamped Fang Chengding's arm tightly like iron claws.

Until he walked out of the main hall, Fang Chengding's ears still faintly echoed the exhortations of the law enforcement elders.

Not long after, a team of more than 20 people left quietly from the back mountain, with big and small bags, obviously planning to go on a long journey.

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On the other hand, the six masters of the Jingyue faction who served in the army got the handbook of the head. Naturally, some people support and some oppose the plan of the three law enforcement elders.

There is always a chance, thinking that Emperor Jing'an did not have the courage, and lost nearly twenty grandmasters at once.

But no matter what, they took the heads of the bald donkeys in Dingchan Temple this time.

Bozhou Dingchan Temple, located in the east of Shuo Kingdom, is an ancient temple with a history of more than 400 years.

In the past, when the Emperor Taizu competed for the world, Dingchan Temple contributed a lot, and Taizu even promised it with a square area of ​​300 mu of fertile land. After [-] years, it has reached its peak.

"The incense in the shadow hall will last forever, and more people should come to worship."

It is the prosperity of incense in this temple.

It is a huge Dingchan Temple, with tens of thousands of monks, one floor after another of the main hall, and the young monk who offers incense to the Buddha and Bodhisattva every morning has to ride a horse to come here.

The allusion of the horse racing lighting the lamp is also derived from this.

In autumn, thousands of monks went to the countryside to press for rent, and [-]% of the farm households living nearby were tenant farmers of Dingchan Temple.

Once, a magistrate of Bozhou jokingly said: "Where is Dingchan Temple in Bozhou Prefecture? From my point of view, it is clear that Bozhou Prefecture is in Dingchan Temple!"

In the eyes of Bozhou people, Dingchan Temple is still standing even if the dynasty is changed and the surname is changed.

However, on this day, the huge temple ushered in a disaster of extinction.

Nearly ten Waigang masters came to the door with their disciples. Monk Puzhi, who was standing outside the main gate to greet the guests, realized that something was wrong, but before he could give a warning, he was flanked by two masters and lay dead on the spot.

Never dreamed that the master of the Jingyue Sect would be so decisive. Dingchan Temple was caught off guard for a while, and even the series of methods he had prepared could not be used.

Knowing that he was at a disadvantage in numbers and fighting fiercely was not a long-term solution, the master of Jingyue sent his eyes on the strong outsiders of Dingchan Temple from the very beginning.

It took only a stick of incense to start the battle, and at least six or seven masters had already fallen on the field.

The top masters who are usually enough to support an aristocratic family, but at this moment their lives are as low as worthless.

Blood splashed on the compassionate face of the Buddha statue, and the auspicious cloud carved in white jade was cut off in the middle.

The allies who fought side by side in the past are now facing each other with swords, vowing to fight to the death.

And just outside the Dingchan Temple, less than two miles away, more than a thousand well-armed elite cavalry in white robes, with blue faces and fangs, are ready to go.

The cold winter wind exudes a piercing chill, they are like a volcano about to erupt, with a murderous intent like a rolling heat wave under the thick and mountainous momentum.

As long as the leading general gives an order, Dingchan Temple will be completely wiped from the territory of Dashuo!

　I'm sorry, sorry, the fifth shift was delayed until the next day. It really takes too long for the code, and I will try to save more manuscripts in the future.There is one update today, and three updates tomorrow. During this time, I will try my best to maintain three updates a day to make up for my previous mistakes.

　　
　
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