Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Ming Dynasty, Fengyang City.

This is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the capital of Zhu Jiu, the living Ming king.

Zhu Jiu is not a person who likes luxury. His palace is not extravagant and spectacular. On the contrary, it is extremely simple and frugal.

To this day, this Ming Wang is still frugal and approachable by nature.

Wearing ordinary common clothes, apart from dealing with government affairs every day, he also practices spiritual practice. If he is young and flirts with women, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is practicing hard.

In comparison, the Mingwang Temple outside Fengyang City is much more spectacular than Zhu Jiu's palace.

The red walls and gold tiles are majestic and majestic, with rows of pagodas and golden halls. Green smoke curls up in the sky, and Sanskrit chants are chanted in the temple.

Mingwang Temple is the orthodox religion of the Ming Dynasty. People come to worship from morning to night just to burn a stick of incense and pay homage to Mingwang.

Except for the largest Mingwang Temple outside Fengyang City, corresponding Mingwang Temples were established in every county and prefecture in the Ming Dynasty.

The local government spent a lot of money and money to build Buddhist temples, making them magnificent.

Zhu Jiu saw all this, but he knew very well that the reason why he was where he was today was not because of how strong he was, but because the monk who called himself Juekong supported him.

Behind Monk Juekong is the Datianlong Temple.

He is just a pawn of Daitenryuji.

Zhu Jiu knew this from beginning to end.

He was born in a small place and had poor legs since he was a child. When he grew up and achieved some success, he was trapped in Huainan country. He didn't read many books and didn't have much knowledge. He was like a frog in the well.

But just because he has little knowledge doesn't mean he's stupid.

On the Eastern Continent, not to mention the mortals who have no cultivation and work hard all day long, but who are the casual cultivators with some cultivation or the rich families with a better family background, who knows the name of Penglai?

All living beings on the Eastern Continent are under the watchful eye of Penglai.

Now that he is promoting the Mingwang Sect and spreading Buddhism, he is actually on the opposite path to Penglai.

But Zhu Jiu had no choice. As Zhu Jiu said at the beginning, he just wanted to keep this place safe and protect this corner of living beings through troubled times, nothing more.

After handling the trivial government affairs for the day, Zhu Jiu returned to the palace and began to practice.

"The king works so hard day after day, as if he is being chased by something. Why?"

After hearing his wife's question, Zhu Jiu was silent for a moment and then said: "The current situation is turbulent. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I have the entire Ming Dynasty on my shoulders, and I can't relax for a moment."

At the same time, in the Mingwang Temple, which is full of incense and resplendent, and is as bright as day even at night, Juekong, a contemporary true biography of Datianlong Temple, is wearing a red cassock and sitting cross-legged in front of the six-armed golden statue of Mingwang.

"Have you sent someone to check on the situation over at Jiuling Ridge?"

"We have sent people to report the true story. The results will be available within two days."

"Well, Jiuling was attacked and He Chong passed away. This matter is related to King Ming's plan and should not be taken lightly. If any news comes out, be sure to report it to me as soon as possible."

"The disciple understands."

After the conversation ended, Juekong frowned. He always had a bad premonition that something was about to happen.

It is said that he has been in this Eastern Continent for 20 years. Taking advantage of the chaos of his ideas and the difficulty of understanding the heavenly secrets, he has established the Pure Land of Buddhism in this corner of the Eastern Continent.

Zhu Jiu is indeed a Qianlong. In just twenty years, he has made the Ming Dynasty prosperous.

In a few more decades, the Ming Dynasty will begin to take shape, and will first unify the southern region, and then compete with the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains. At that time, he single-handedly pushed forward the catastrophe and transformed it, and his merits were enough for him to ride on the wind and rise. Skyrocketed.

However, in the past few days, Juekong has been feeling that there are some things that he has subconsciously ignored.

"Where is there something missing?" Juekong pondered, looking at the golden switch in front of him, lost in thought.

The next day.

Mingwang Temple once again opened its gates to welcome pilgrims.

Pilgrims who had been waiting outside the temple gate early queued up to enter this spectacular and luxurious temple, and burned incense to worship the tall and majestic six-armed king in the golden palace.

From early morning to noon, Mingwang Temple receives tens of thousands of pilgrims.

At noon, there were still a large number of pilgrims coming from all directions outside the temple.

Among them was the figure of a young man wearing a white robe and a jade crown.

The person who came was none other than Jiang Sheng.

After the three of them rushed to the Ming Dynasty, Li Yan and Huang Yu went to look for opportunities, while Jiang Sheng went straight to Mingwang Temple.

Looking at the splendid Mingwang Temple in front of him, Jiang Sheng showed a smile: It was indeed the work of Dai Tianlong Temple.

Myoohji Temple not only looks luxurious, but also has several formations arranged.

It's just that the formation arranged is not a high-level formation, it is at the fourth level at best.

"A fourth-level formation can be accomplished even by a poor Taoist."

After saying this, Jiang Sheng climbed up the steps and strolled into Mingwang Temple.

As soon as you step inside, you will see the Golden Hall and the Pagoda, and the sound of Zen echoes.

There are not many monks in the Buddhist temple, and those who show up are mostly novice monks.

Jiang Sheng sensed it, walked through the crowd of pilgrims, and came to the main hall.

I saw a monk wearing a monk's robe sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, looking like an enlightened monk.

In the Golden Palace, King Ming, with six arms supporting the sky and a halo surrounding him, sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, accepting offerings from countless believers. "This elder, please be polite."

Jiang Sheng, who was wearing a white robe and a jade crown, walked in front of the great monk and nodded slightly.

The great monk opened his eyes, and when he saw Jiang Sheng in front of him, he knew that this person was someone special.

He himself was at the Golden Core Realm, but he couldn't clearly see the strength of the person in front of him.

He seems to be an ordinary young master with no cultivation, but whose young master can have such an outstanding manner?
"What's the matter with the donor?" the monk asked warily.

Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "When I first came here, I was very happy to see the Buddhist temple."

"It's just that I still have doubts in my heart, and I hope the elders can clear them up."

"Oh? What are you doubting?" The monk lowered his guard slightly.

"I would like to ask the elders, if there is a person who died in vain but cannot be reincarnated and can only be trapped in the same place all day long, how can we help him to escape?" Jiang Sheng asked.

Warning signs arose in the monk's heart. People who die in vain will not be reincarnated. Why does this sound so like the situation in Jiuling?
Thinking of the previous incident at Jiuling, the monk couldn't help but look at Jiang Sheng in white robes and jade crowns in front of him.

Could this man with a smile and a gentle look be the culprit of the Jiuling incident?
Just as the monk was about to speak, he heard a gentle and compassionate voice behind him: "Hejing, please step aside. I will receive this benefactor."

When He Jing heard this familiar voice, he quickly stood up and worshiped: "Senior Brother Juekong."

When the pilgrims and believers who were watching saw it, they were even more delighted: "It's Master Juekong!"

"Master Juekong showed up."

Juekong nodded and then looked at Jiang Sheng: "How about the poor monk personally answer the donor's question?"

"I'm overjoyed, it couldn't be better." Jiang Sheng said with a smile.

Juekong sat down and said slowly: "People who die in vain cannot be reincarnated. There are many ways to help them escape. The Buddhists have a compassionate heart and can save people from reincarnation."

"The poor monk has a Sutra of the Reincarnation of the King of Ming, which can relieve the sufferings of the world, purify the sufferings of the world, help people achieve reincarnation, achieve great freedom, great liberation, and then enjoy the ultimate happiness in the pure land."

The golden lotuses bloomed in the sky, and the golden lotuses bloomed all around, and the sky surged with golden light, just like a real Buddha in the world. The believers and pilgrims worshiped in fear.

Jiang Sheng nodded: "Very good, very good."

"But there is also a volume of sutra meaning below, which can also save countless people."

"Oh? What does it mean?" Juekong's eyes flashed.

Jiang Sheng calmly replied: "This sutra is called the Sutra of Peace and Infinite Deliverance of People. The Immortal Path and the Prestige of Life can help immeasurable people."

"Those who recite this sutra can obtain great merits and virtues, achieve great tranquility, eliminate disasters, and become immortals."

Immortal way?

The pilgrims and believers suddenly felt frightened.

"Poor monk, it seems that you have never heard of the Sutra of Pure Peace and Immeasurable Deliverance?" Juekong said with a smile.

Jiang Sheng replied: "Didn't Master hear it today?"

"Master, would you like to have a look?"

Juekong stood up and said, "This is in Mingwang Temple. The donor must not be arrogant."

"Mingwang Temple can't stop Pindao. This is the second time Pindao has met fellow Taoist. Last time Pindao cut off fellow Taoist's arm. How about cutting off fellow Taoist's arm today?" Jiang Sheng said. As he stood, a sheathed long sword appeared in his hand.

Juekong's face darkened: "Huh, let's have a fight!"

After saying this, the sky turned into a little golden light and rose into the sky.

Obviously Juekong didn't want to start a fight in Mingwang Temple.

It's not that he really cares about the life and death of the believers in Mingwang Temple, but he is worried that Mingwang Temple, which was built with great pains and contains mysteries, will be destroyed.

The battle between two high-grade golden elixirs is by no means easier than the battle between Nascent Soul. Once the two sides show real fire, it will be a land of thousands of miles of corruption.

What's more, he doesn't dare to confirm Jiang Sheng's actual strength now. It's easy to say that he won the battle. If he loses in a slightly embarrassed manner, Master Juekong of Mingwang Temple will not have much prestige in the hearts of the people of Ming Dynasty.

How many believers will be in awe of the abbot of Mingwang Temple who has lost his prestige, and how will he be able to complete Mingwang's grand plan?
Juekong didn't want to fight at Mingwang Temple, and so did Jiang Sheng.

It's easy to say that monks fight, practice qi, and build foundations, but monks in the middle and third realms generally stay away from mortal beings to avoid affecting too many innocent people.

Watching Juekong rushing towards the sky, Jiang Sheng chuckled, then turned into a blue rainbow and jumped to follow.

But in an instant, the two of them reached an altitude of fifteen thousand feet.

The surrounding winds were fierce, thunder and lightning surged, and the power of the celestial phenomena was immense.

At this time, Juekong was wearing a bright red cassock, holding a gilt Zen staff in one hand and a purple gold alms bowl in the other. Golden light surged around him, and the faint sound of dragon roars could be heard.

And Jiang Sheng wore a sapphire crown on his head, wore a black lotus robe, and held a long sword in his hand. The pure energy rose and Feng Shui manifested.

"Speaking of which, what Pindao saw last time was the clone of fellow Taoist, right?" Jiang Sheng asked.

Juekong nodded: "Yes, at that time I was able to experience the Penglai Dao Sect's sword skills. The Feng Shui sword is really fast and sharp."

"The Master's Eight Heavenly Dragon Techniques are also extraordinary, but it's a pity that he was not the Master at that time." Jiang Sheng said lightly, and the Qingping Sword in his hand was already making bursts of light sounds, like a crane.

The red cassock on Juekong's body made a rustling sound. He paused with the gilded Zen staff in his hand, unfolded his cassock, and a ferocious and majestic celestial dragon appeared in his body.

"Namo Mighty Virtue Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragon Dharma!"

"Now!" (End of this chapter)