Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 368 Planning
Yizhou, Qianyuan City.

The monk in a cassock, half of his muscular chest exposed, sat cross-legged next to the coffee table.

"Since you have been planning for so many years, you wouldn't have anticipated the predicament we are in today!"

The monk glanced at the teacher sitting opposite him.

The dilemma, naturally, refers to the fact that Li Yuanzheng released the great witch who was suppressed in Shangjing City. Not only did he not get Long Yun, but even the jade seal symbolizing the throne of the emperor disappeared.

Without these two things, even if you conquer all nine provinces, without the proof of dragon luck, how can you talk about being an emperor?

Even if the monks in front of us want to truly promote Buddhism, they still need to rely on the dynasty.

Mr. Wei smiled and said, "We don't need to collect the Dragon Luck ourselves. Among the forty-nine Dragon Lucks, only one is the core of the Dragon Luck."

"As for Shangjing City, only Wang Lin is worthy of being called Shangjing City. Without the king, it is just a larger and more prosperous city!"

The monk asked in a relaxed tone, "The core of Dragon's Luck?"

Mr. Wei raised his hand to fill the teacup in front of the monk, and said slowly: "Yun Xin, although you are your master's most respected disciple, there are some things that you are still not as good as your master!"

"That day in Shangjing City, when Long Yun was stripped of his dragon luck by the Nine-headed Dragon Cypress, your master Xianhong also noticed this. It's a pity that at that critical moment, Li Yuanzheng actually made such a choice!"

Hearing the words "Xianhong", Monk Yunxin's calm face changed slightly and he asked, "Then where is this dragon luck?"

Mr. Wei paused, raised his cup to drink tea, and said with a smile: "Wulin Alliance!"

"A lucky little fellow got him. In just half a month, he was promoted from a small warrior on the first level to a bloody warrior god that everyone in the martial arts world fears. It's a pity."

"If it's not your opportunity, it will never be yours!"

Monk Yunxin raised his eyebrows: "Wulin Alliance? I didn't expect that he would be involved in the end!"

Mr. Wei nodded: "If Dayang wants to be completely destroyed, how can it completely bypass the Wulin Alliance? Although it is just a Jianghu force, it does not belong to the court and does not submit to anyone's dispatch, but it has a good combat power!"

"Moreover, over the years, it has also done a lot of things for Dayang in secret. If someone can control it, this Jianghu force will become an extremely powerful army!"

Monk Yunxin nodded: "It seems that the Wulin Alliance is very important! Whether it is suppressing a rebellion or rebelling."

The Buddhist community in Jiuzhou is fragmented, and most people are wandering around the mountains. Monk Yunxin is no exception, so he doesn't know much about some of the forces in Jiuzhou.

Of course, a warrior in the Divine Wandering Realm is enough to make any warrior fearful!

Mr. Wei shook his head: "Wrong, that old man will not rely on anyone, otherwise Jingzhou would have been dominated by one person by now!"

Monk Yunxin played with the brightly glazed teacup and listened calmly to the teacher's explanation.

"This man had an agreement with the founding emperor of Dayang that if the court were to become corrupt one day, he would return to the arena and restore order."

"It sounds like they are an ally that can be won over. Although Dayang is now at the end of its rope and the new dragon luck has not yet formed, there is still a glimmer of hope for Dayang."

"Besides, that old man has disappeared for more than three hundred years. No one can tell what he will do."

The teacher picked up the teapot and added some hot tea to the cup in front of him. He said with emotion: "After all, he is a martial artist in the divine realm. More than three hundred years have passed. No one knows whether he has entered the extraordinary realm!"

Monk Yunxin listened expressionlessly, without much emotion showing on his face.

Mr. Wei waved his hand, and the coffee table in front of the two of them was suddenly filled with smoke, and an illusory chessboard appeared out of thin air.

He rolled up his sleeves, lightly tapped his right hand, and a chess piece suddenly condensed at his fingertips, and with a "pop", it fell onto the chessboard.

"Martial Temple, Wall Guardian, Kunwu Mountain, Taixuan Sect, Calculation Palace, Fang Xuan."

Every time he said a name, a piece was placed on the chessboard.

"The mission of the Martial Temple is to guard the Nine Provinces. As long as it does not affect Longyun's control over the Jiukou Town Dragon Well, it does not matter who sits on the throne. It even hopes that someone will replace the Dayang Dynasty as soon as possible."

"The Great Wizard has revived, and the Valkyrie has been forced to take action. For some reason, the Martial Temple is now hidden in the dark. It's a good thing that there are no annoying guys like this to mess things up!"

Mr. Wei withdrew the chess piece representing the Temple of Martial Arts from the board.

"The Suan Palace has been secluded from the world, allowing a young girl to venture out into the world. Although this will more or less affect the overall situation, he dare not rashly join the game of Jiuzhou."

The chess piece representing the Suan Palace was also taken back.

"Kunwu Mountain and Taixuan Sect, these big sects also want to share some of the luck in the reconstruction of Jiuzhou, but they all have their own concerns, so it's not a big deal."

After taking back a few more chess pieces, there were not many pieces left on the board.

"Although Fang Xuan has just entered the upper realm, the blessing aura in him is so strong. If he didn't have royal blood, I would have almost been tempted at the beginning. So he must know it clearly."

"The Wulin Alliance should try their best. With the help of a wandering martial spirit, we can get through the catastrophe."

Monk Yunxin clasped his hands together and said calmly:

"Fang Xuan is someone you value so much. It seems like he is indeed extraordinary!"

Mr. Wei smiled and said, "I have arranged for Zizhuo, the old immortal from Kunwu Mountain, to take action, but he is too far away from the martial spirit, so the chances of success are slim."

Monk Yunxin sighed helplessly and said, "Donor Wei, it seems that today's invitation is for this matter!"

Mr. Wei smiled and said, "During the battle in Shangjing City, I was damaged by that great wizard, so I can't fight!"

At the border of Jingzhou, in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, two monks were meditating in front of a dilapidated Buddha statue in the temple.

A man suddenly opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and walked out of the ruined temple.

He stood in the yard, looking back at the broken Buddha statue, and after a long time he had no choice but to return to the ruined temple.

The other person took out a pancake from his arms and handed it to the other person.

As a monk at the fifth level, he no longer needs to eat every day to maintain his daily consumption.

However, as they are practicing asceticism, they need to go out to beg for alms every day, and the blessings they obtain from begging must be consumed as much as possible.

The two brothers looked at each other, and Qingning sighed, "There are wars everywhere in Jiuzhou, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to accumulate this blessing!"

Qing Xiu understood in his heart, and there was a trace of bitterness on the corner of his mouth: "It is difficult to cross the upper realm of Vajra. If it really doesn't work, we can only take the path of killing ourselves to achieve the fruit of enlightenment!"

Qingning's expression changed slightly: "But if we take that path, we will be eroded by anger and fear all the time, and our inner demons will be born, and we will easily turn into a blood diamond."

The practice of Buddhism is roughly the same as that of martial artists, except that there is an additional process of accumulating blessings by begging for alms.

There are only two ways to enter the higher realm and successfully question your heart.

1: Accumulate enough blessings and successfully transform into Vajra.

In peaceful times, it was relatively easy for Buddhists to accumulate blessings, but as the Dayang Dynasty declined, Buddhism followed suit.

2: The result of killing oneself.

This path seems quite simple. You just need to uphold the purpose of eliminating evil and promoting good and kill the enemy.

But as the murderous intent becomes too strong, it is very easy to give rise to inner demons, and eventually become a blood Vajra that everyone wants to kill.

During the demon-eliminating campaign in Kyushu hundreds of years ago, the most common ones to be eliminated were the Blood Vajra that were devoured by their inner demons.

They were indifferent.

Martial arts are difficult, and practicing Buddhism is even more difficult.

At this moment, golden light appeared above their heads. They looked at each other and said in a muffled voice:
"Master asked us to look for Fang Xuan?"

When he heard that they were going to break into the Wulin Alliance, Chu Kuang spat out some grass roots that he had chewed up at some point.

I have to admit that Pu Anyu really has nothing to say about Fang Xuan.

Judging from the admiring look in Fang Xuan's eyes, it seemed that he had already decided to join the Wulin Alliance.

"Does Dragon Luck have different levels of severity?"

Fang Xuan listened with great interest and said, "Although the Grand Master of the Martial Temple told me to absorb the Dragon's Luck, he didn't say these things. As for what the Dragon's Luck is used for in the end, it is still a mystery to this day."

"Sister, do we have to go to this Wulin Alliance? Of the forty-nine scattered dragon fortunes, there are less than five left scattered across the Nine Provinces. Even if Brother Fang gets them, how much value can they have?" Chu Kuang frowned. He was not like Suan Gong, who needed to "ask the heaven" to know everything.

The Qi-watching technique in Qimen Fengshui can observe a person's fortune with the naked eye.

When he first met Fang Xuan, he could already see that Fang Xuan was incredibly blessed.

Ever since he came out of the underground palace, he discovered that Fu Yuan in Fang Xuan's body could basically be described as insane.

He knew that Fang Xuan must have gotten an opportunity in the underground palace, so he didn't ask much.

"You are so afraid to go to the Wulin Alliance. Have you been there before?"

Pu Anyu suddenly asked.

Chu Kuang's face flushed immediately, and he hesitated for a long time before he lowered his head and whispered, "I've been there, and was beaten badly by that old monster!"

It turned out that he had fought with the old man from the Wulin League. Fang Xuan silently took note and asked curiously, "Why?"

Chu Kuang avoided answering.

This, in turn, made Fang Xuan curious. Although Chu Kuang usually did things unconventionally, he was very wise when it came to major issues.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be so secretive. So, the problem probably lies in his interests.

Lost the bet?
The scope of the Wulin Alliance shouldn’t be that small!

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan instinctively looked at Chu Kuang a few more times.

"It's settled. We'll leave in three days. You have to go. Otherwise..."

Pu Anyu raised her eyebrows and looked at Chu Kuang, blinking and winking continuously.

Chu Kuang raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Sister, I'm really scared of you. I'll go, but I've made a promise that you have to keep me under control when we get there."

"Also, give me one day. I still haven't paid back the gambling debt I owed in Qiuding Town!"

Seeing the bitterness on Chu Kuang's face, Pu Anyu rolled his eyes and said, "You're a gambler and a bad chess player. You're the most troublesome one!"

(End of this chapter)