The world started from mixing in the courtyard

Chapter 251 Taiyue Sect

If Ning Qingyu had passed away a few years earlier, everyone in the martial arts world, whether they were righteous, unorthodox, or evil, would have had some thoughts.

There is no other way, they can try to clean up Huashan.

But now, Ning Qingyu has passed away. Not to mention that Feng Qingyang has returned to Huashan for a long time, Yue Buqun has already set up his own business and is now running the business.

Blackwood Cliff.

When he learned the news of Ning Qingyu's death, Ren Woxing was overjoyed and hurried out of seclusion. Then, he received a piece of news that made him collapse.

Wen Keding, whom he relied on very much, actually defected to Yue Buqun.

Ren Woxing was naturally furious and smashed many of the furnishings in the study. He then called Dongfang Sheng and Xiang Wentian to discuss the matter.

Xiang Wentian was very suspicious of Wen Keding's betrayal, but Wen Keding had indeed surrendered to Yue Buqun, so he was not sure what to do. Instead, he looked at the angry Ren Woxing with concern and said against his will: "Wen Keding has evil ambitions and betrayed the Holy Church. Don't get angry over him, it's not worth it!"

Ren Woxing still hasn't figured out any way to suppress the various conflicts of true qi in his body. As soon as he exerted his energy, the true qi would circulate on its own and collide with each other, making him very haggard, with his energy greatly reduced and even his mind a little unclear.

After listening to Xiang Wentian's advice, Ren Woxing was not happy. Instead, he cursed fiercely: "When Wen Keding joined the Holy Church, he said that he would die for the great cause of the Holy Church!"

"He actually turned to the right path?"

"It's fine for others, but Yue Buqun?!"

"This thief is hateful, I must kill him!"

Xiang Wentian was stunned for a moment.

Dongfang Sheng immediately said, "The leader is right. If we let this traitor out there, it will surely lead to some traitors in our holy church to follow suit. I will send people to kill this traitor! This will deter those who have other intentions and collude with outsiders."

Ren Woxing looked at Dongfang Sheng and said with a smile, "Brother Dongfang's idea is more to my liking!" Then he changed the subject and asked, "Can we attack Huashan?"

Dongfang Sheng quickly fell silent.

Xiang Wentian said with a stiff face, "Yue Buqun is very powerful now. He has outstanding martial arts and powerful true energy. He also possesses the Purple Cloud Divine Art and the Dugu Nine Swords. In the battle in the northern part of the Saibei, he killed dozens of top figures in the underworld and the left-wing. If we besiege him, I am afraid we will suffer heavy losses!"

Dongfang Sheng then spoke: "The thief Yue has improved his martial arts. If he has divine help, I'm afraid we are no match for him. We can only wait for the leader to integrate his martial arts skills and lead us to destroy Huashan!"

Xiang Wentian also quickly said: "Yes, if the leader can integrate the skills into the method, he will be able to defeat Yue Buqun!"

Although Ren Woxing knew that what the two said was correct, a surge of evil fire rose up in him, and he shouted: "I am not a match for Yue Buqun now?!"

Xiang Wentian and Dongfang Sheng were so frightened that they dared not speak and lowered their heads.

I slapped the table with all my strength and it broke into pieces immediately.

His hair and beard were all standing on end, his black robe was fluttering, and anger and indignation were surging at the same time.

But he also deeply understood that his power was not completely integrated yet, and with various kinds of true energy colliding, he might not be able to win against Yue Buqun.

"go out!"

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, Ren Woxing shouted loudly, and his figure flashed and disappeared. It seemed that he went into seclusion again.

Xiang Wentian and Dongfang Sheng waited for a while and were sure that Ren Woxing would not come back.

"Brother Dongfang is really far-sighted. He immediately saw that Brother Wen had become a traitor. I admire you!" Xiang Wentian said sarcastically.

Dongfang Sheng smiled faintly: "What people do will leave traces. Wen Keding betrayed the Holy Church. I learned about it in advance and wanted to kill him, but was stopped by everyone. Now it seems that he has raised a tiger to harm our Holy Church!"

Xiang Wentian snorted coldly and turned away.

Dongfang Sheng didn't take Xiang Wentian seriously at all, and instead thought of the Sunflower Manual.

From the palace?

this……

It's hard to choose.

In addition to Heimu Cliff, other sects and families also discussed the news of Ning Qingyu's death.

However, even Black Wood Cliff couldn’t do anything to Huashan, so what could other sects do?
This day.

Fang Sheng from Shaolin Temple and Zuo Lengchan from Songshan Temple traveled to Guanzhong together.

Soon after entering Tongguan.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in white clothes came towards me.

"Is that the Shaolin monk in front of us, Senior Songshan?" the middle-aged man asked with a bow.

Linghu Chong sighed and said, "This is my master, the head of Songshan, and Master Fangsheng of Shaolin!"

The middle-aged man immediately bowed and said, "I am Wu Bojin from Huashan. I am here to welcome you on the orders of the sect leader. Please come in!"

Fang Sheng, Zuo Lengchan and others were obviously stunned for a moment.

No, is your reception so far away?
Looking at the scene again, there was a huge white shed standing on the side of the road, with all kinds of food and funeral supplies prepared.

On the left and right sides of the shed, there were monks on one side and Taoists on the other, each chanting sutras.

Several soul-calling banners made of silk floated in the air, looking extremely luxurious.

After a while.

Zuo Lengchan, Fang Sheng and their group continued on their journey.

Zuo Lengchan chuckled: "I never thought Huashan is so rich now, and the show is so grand!"

Master Fang Sheng clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Yue, your filial piety is commendable!"

Wu Bojin did not go back to the mountain with them, but continued to wait and assigned someone to continue with them.

Not even one day.

They arrived at the foot of Mount Hua.

Good guy.

Good guy!
But the entire foot of the mountain was covered in white.

Yes, the tenants in Huashan are also in mourning.

Zuo Lengchan couldn't help watching this scene, so he pointed at a disciple and asked him to ask what was going on.

The disciple asked the farmers and came back to report that Huashan had exempted the rent for one year and they were in mourning.

Zuo Lengchan was numb.

No, are you, Yue Buqun, Ning Qingyu’s own son?
My own father is no more than this!

Enter the mountain path again.

One is a monk and the other is a Taoist priest.

They are all chanting scriptures and praying.

"Yue Buqun is not rich, but he doesn't treat money as money anymore!" Zuo Lengchan secretly complained.

Master Fang Sheng also felt that this standard was indeed excessive.

But they were outsiders after all and could only remain speechless.

Wait until we reach the mountain.

Everyone met many fellow martial artists.

"There seems to be an internal conflict in Huashan!" Qi Yanwu of Kongtong Sect said with a smile.

Zuo Lengchan's face lit up with joy, but he quickly suppressed it and asked, "Where did Junior Brother Qi Yanwu get this from?"

Fang Sheng also stretched his neck.

Chongxu nodded with a smile.

"A few days ago, Yue Buqun was guarding Ning Qingyu's body. Due to not eating or drinking for a long time, he was exhausted and fainted. I heard that after he woke up, he immediately summoned Feng Qingyang, Du Buhen and everyone else. No one knew what they said, but from that day on, the atmosphere in Huashan was wrong!" Qi Yanwu did not witness it with his own eyes, he just heard it from others.

Chongxu took over the conversation and said with a smile: "These past few days, Senior Feng has been glaring at Yue Buqun and is very unhappy!"

Zuo Lengchan and others became very curious, especially Zuo Lengchan, who wanted to find Lao Denuo to ask what was going on.
It would be great if there was another internal conflict in Huashan!
Time goes back to the tenth day after Ning Qingyu's death.

During these days, Yue Buqun only drank water and used his internal energy to sustain himself the rest of the time. After ten days, he fainted.

This naturally frightened the entire Huashan.

Hurry up and send Yue Buqun back to his room.

Yue Buqun slept for a night and woke up slowly. Then he asked Bai Buyi, who was guarding him, to invite Feng Qingyang, Du Buhen and others.

As soon as everyone entered the room, they naturally asked about Yue Buqun's health.

But Yue Buqun said something that was earth-shattering, shocking, and incomprehensible.

Yue Buqun looked haggard, but his eyes were sparkling. He looked at everyone with surprise and joy: "Master was resurrected last night!"

With just one sentence, Feng Qingyang and others almost exploded on the spot!

No, although placing the coffin in storage has a certain use in checking whether the deceased is really dead.

But Ning Qingyu died that day, and everyone saw it and conducted many tests. Isn’t what you said too mysterious?

Only Ning Zhongze cried and asked, "Brother, are you serious?"

Yue Buqun ignored Ning Zhongze and instead looked at everyone, saying seriously, solemnly, and with a look of excitement: "Master has ascended to the immortal world and restored his true form. It turns out that he is Taiyue Zhenjun, the God of Creation! Huashan is his dojo, and he came down to earth to save us!"

Uh……

Dead!

Deathly silence!

Even Ning Zhongze didn't dare to ask, and stopped crying, staring blankly at Yue Buqun.

No, you are being ridiculous!
Feng Qingyang glanced at Lu Qingping and frowned, "Buqun is too sad, is he possessed by a demon?"

Lu Qingping was not sure either, "Let's go and take a look!"

As they said that, the two of them were about to go over and knock Yue Buqun down.

Yue Buqun suddenly pulled out a book and shouted, “This is the Taiyue Sutra that my master taught me!”

A scripture combining theories of Taoism, Confucianism, Christianity, Islam, White Elephant Sect, Buddhism, etc. appeared in Yue Buqun's hands.

Moreover, the doctrine is also moving closer to monotheism. After all, history and time have proved the vitality and spread of monotheism.

When everyone saw Yue Buqun take out a book that was very strange, they were all shocked and stood still.

Only Feng Qingyang continued to move and walked over quickly, but he did not knock Yue Buqun down. Instead, he took the Taiyue Zhengjing and looked through it. He even doubted that there was not a single word in it.

But when I opened it, it was full of words.

Moreover, it is written in a very realistic way.

He frowned and glanced at Yue Buqun, then his expression suddenly changed and he shouted, "The leader just died and you want to change the rules of Huashan? It turns out you had this planned all along!"

Everyone reacted as well.

Yue Buqun had naturally prepared this scripture long ago.

Everyone's eyes turned toward Yue Buqun strangely.

Feng Buping suddenly shouted, "No wonder you said you wanted to learn Shaolin, but Huashan is not a religious sect! How can you be worthy of our ancestors by doing this!"

Yue Buqun ignored what others said: "Master died and resurrected ten days later, this is a miracle! We all in Huashan must follow Master's teachings and spread his Dharma, his scriptures, and his teachings to all corners of the world!" "From today on, Huashan is our Taiyue Holy Mountain, and our Huashan Sect is Taiyue Huashan Sect!"

The room fell into silence again!
Everyone looked at Yue Buqun in a daze.

Thinking over the cliff.

In Yue Buqun's room, everyone naturally did not come to a decision after discussion, and it was rare that a fight did not break out.

but.

Including the three Qi Sect disciples Du Buhen, Bai Buyi, and Huang Buzhou, as well as the Qi Sect uncle Lu Qingping, all placed their hopes on Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang has the highest martial arts skills and the greatest reputation.

Now only Feng Qingyang can stop Yue Buqun from doing anything wrong.

"Uncle-master, you are the supreme elder. How can the sect leader be worthy of our ancestors by doing this?" Feng Buping was annoyed.

Du Buhen also frowned: "Master, if you do this, where do you put the ancestors of Huashan?"

Lu Qingping's face turned pale as well. "There is a Taoist Quanzhen sect at the foot of our Huashan Mountain. If we are really a religion, why don't we just join the Taoist sect? What kind of thing is it to create a Taiyue sect?"

Feng Qingyang, for some reason, burst out laughing, and said with a complicated smile in the direction of Yunv Peak: "Senior Brother Ning, do you know? Your good disciple has made you a god!"

"You are still the only God in the world. People can only believe in you! If you don't believe in you, you will die! You will go to hell! You will be guilty!"

"Ha ha--"

Feng Qingyang felt that this was fucking ridiculous!

He couldn't help laughing.

The others did not have Feng Qingyang's state of mind, so they naturally could not laugh. Instead, they felt nervous because of Feng Qingyang's laughter.

"Uncle-master, you can't let the master do whatever he wants!" Cong Buqi roared.

Feng Qingyang looked at everyone at this moment, "Yue Buqun has had this intention for a long time. He not only wrote down the scriptures, but also repeatedly hinted to us to learn Shaolin. Now that Senior Brother Ning has passed away, who in Huashan can still stop him?"

Huang Buzhou said: "Of course it's Uncle Feng!"

"Me?" Feng Qingyang pointed at himself and shook his head. "If it was a few months ago, I should be able to defeat Yue Buqun with the Hunyuan Gong that I created. But now, I don't know to what extent Yue Buqun has practiced the Nine Yang Gong of Emei. I'm afraid..."

Everyone was stunned immediately!

No one came to Liao Yuejun to ask Yue Buqun for advice on the Emei Nine Yang Gong.

silence.

"Nine Swords of Dugu!" Cheng Buyou suddenly shouted.

Bai Buyi also said, "According to you!" (According to you.)
Feng Qingyang shouted angrily, "Bullshit! Yue Buqun's talent is no less than mine, and even better. This kid, this kid... could it be that he really got some inspiration from the gods?"

"How did he improve so much?"

"It's ok that his martial arts skills have improved greatly, but why has his talent also increased so dramatically?"

No one could answer.

Silence again.

"But we can't change the foundation of Huashan in his hands and only respect Senior Brother Ning. What about the other ancestors?" Lu Qingping said with a miserable face: "Before his death, Senior Brother hated and was ashamed of the internal strife. He was almost killed by his own inner demons. We can't fight a big battle with Buqun!"

"We have joined forces to imprison him..."

Feng Qingyang said angrily, "Team up! And detain him? Don't you think Huashan is shameful enough?"

"What should we do then?" Du Buhen asked.

Feng Qingyang opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Everyone remained silent for the whole day, but they could not think of a solution and could only remain in a stalemate with Yue Buqun.

Time returns to the present.

After Fang Sheng, Zuo Lengchan and others paid tribute to Ning Qingyu, they exchanged a few words with Yue Buqun and then came out.

Ning Zhongze walked into the mourning hall.

“Brother, is Dad really resurrected?” Yue Buqun looked at Ning Zhongze, not knowing how to answer.

Since there were only the two of them, he certainly couldn't play any tricks.

“Junior sister, Master is still alive. As long as we remember him, he will be alive. In the future, hundreds of millions of believers of my Taiyue Sect will remember him, and he will be immortal!” Yue Buqun said, hugging Ning Zhongze gently, “You are about to give birth, go back and rest early.” Then, he gave her a kiss.

Ning Zhongze was a man of this era after all. He was so frightened that his face turned red and his heart was in a panic. He quickly pushed Yue Buqun away and said, "In front of my father, you, you..."

"Remember to eat, and don't faint again." Ning Zhongze hurried out.

follow closely.

Feng Qingyang walked in again.

He sat cross-legged next to Yue Buqun in a bad mood, without even looking at him, and said, "Even if the Taiyue Sect can make Huashan stand forever, the road to preaching is extremely difficult. How many years did it take for the Buddhists to be accepted in our Central Plains?"

"Moreover, once religion becomes popular, the government will certainly suppress it!"

"Also, aren't your teachings a bit too extreme?"

Yue Buqun glanced at Feng Qingyang, who seemed to have accepted the idea and could talk properly, so he immediately said, "Uncle Master, what do you think of Zicheng?"

"What can a breastfeeding baby see? But I can see something, just like you, with cunning eyes, good at acting, and often pretending to cry..." Feng Qingyang suddenly seemed to have found the code to criticize Yue Buqun, and he couldn't stop talking about it.

Yue Buqun's face darkened, and he quickly interrupted: "I once told Master Pei in Chang'an that on the day of Zicheng's birth, the room was filled with purple light!"

Feng Qingyang stopped talking immediately and stared at Yue Buqun blankly.

Purple is the color of noble people!

Looking through the history books, we can see descriptions of every founding emperor as being born with purple or red light, or being conceived by heaven.

No wonder Pei Yuanze gave his granddaughter to Yue Buqun.

After these words were spoken, Pei Yuanze would have no choice but to die if he didn't show his loyalty!

Feng Qingyang breathed rapidly. When did the head of Huashan become such a conspirator and careerist? !

“When Zicheng ascends the throne in the future, I think he will tell the world that it was Taiyue Zhenjun who enlightened him and entrusted him with the important task of saving the people. He has Taiyue Zhenjun’s divine blood flowing in his veins.” Yue Buqun no longer hides his plan.

Feng Qingyang's expression changed back and forth, and he finally shouted: "How can you guarantee that you can succeed?"

"I will not establish the Taiyue tribe in the grasslands, and I will not establish the Taiyue tribe in the Western Regions. My Qin territory is now densely populated, and annexation is serious. There are starving people everywhere. After these people are relieved, I will naturally be the people of Taiyue. If I use religious ideas to arm myself, and use my Huashan sword as my bones, how can the world be pacified?"

"My Huashan is located in Guanzhong. The Zhou, Qin, Han, Sui and Tang dynasties all relied on it as their foundation. I think in a hundred years, the dragon vein will be restored, and my Guanzhong and Qin land will be able to dominate the world!" Yue Buqun just talked nonsense.

It sounds reasonable, but in fact, it doesn't make sense.

Feng Qingyang pointed at Yue Buqun and said fiercely: "You want Huashan to survive forever? You want to establish another dynasty? You, you, you are so ridiculous!"

"Stand together, there are countless casualties, how can you feel at ease?"

Yue Buqun said calmly: "It has been almost two hundred years. A dynasty only lasts so long. There will be constant uprisings and foreign invasions. I am just taking advantage of the situation. If I hadn't done anything, there would still be countless casualties!"

"Uncle Master, if Huashan wants to be immortal for thousands of years, we can only rely on religion! We can only rely on temples! Like Shaolin and Wudang."

Feng Qingyang was still angry and looked at Yue Buqun for a long time without saying a word.

He knew that Yue Buqun was so thoughtful and must be determined to change the Huashan Taoist tradition.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, Huashan had first internal strife between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect, and now it has become a religious sect.

"If you do this, how can you face your master in the underworld?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and turned away.

Yue Buqun sighed. If he was going to do it, he would definitely do it on a large scale. What fun would it be to just run the Huashan Sect?
outside.

Zuo Lengchan and others naturally saw Feng Qingyang leaving in anger.

"Did something really happen?" Zuo Lengchan was so happy that he wished he could transform into a person from Huashan and run to Feng Qingyang to whisper in his ear.

Qi Yanwu walked over and whispered, "Master Zuo, I have something to discuss with you."

Zuo Lengchan looked around and said with a smile, "Please speak."

Qi Yanwu also looked around.

Many martial arts heroes gathered together in groups of three or four.

No one noticed them.

"Huashan is becoming more and more powerful now, and Yue Buqun's martial arts are even more extraordinary. If this continues, it will not be a blessing for the martial arts world!" Qi Yanwu said secretly.

Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Huashan is also the righteous path of the martial arts world, and Junior Brother Yue is known as the Gentleman Sword. How can this not be a blessing to the martial arts world?"

The current situation of the Kongtong Sect is not good. The Guanzhong Martial Alliance gives them very little tribute, and all the wealthy merchants in Guanzhong have deserted them. Although the financial resources of the Kongtong Sect cannot be said to be exhausted, they are also reduced by more than half.

But now Huashan is becoming more and more prosperous, especially Yue Buqun is becoming more and more powerful.

The Kongtong Sect did not dare to act rashly and could only think of uniting everyone to take down Huashan.

After much thought, the first one is naturally Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

After hearing what Zuo Lengchan said, Qi Yanwu's face froze and he said, "Leader Zuo, don't you think that the higher Yue Buqun's martial arts skills are, the stronger Huashan will be, which is a good thing for Songshan?"

Zuo Lengchan thought for a while. The Kongtong sect was actually in a state of decline. No one in the sect had learned the sect's unique martial art, the Seven Injury Fist. Their martial arts level was only equal to that of Fei Bin and others. Although they had a solid foundation, they were now weak.

Suddenly, Zuo Lengchan's face froze, "I heard that your school's Seven Injury Fist is very mysterious. I wonder how our Songshan Great Songyang Palm compares to it?"

Qi Yanwu's face turned pale, and he was confused about Zuo Lengchan's intention for a moment, but he soon realized that no one in Kongtong Sect knew the Seven Injury Fist anymore, so it was definitely not for a competition.

Zuo Lengchan actually coveted the Kongtong Sect’s unique skills?
"Brother Zuo is going too far!" Qi Yanwu snorted coldly.

Zuo Lengchan smiled slightly: "What do you mean by this, Junior Brother Qi Yanwu? Did you misunderstand what I meant?"

After saying that, he shook his head and ignored it.

joke.

I helped Kongtong to fight Huashan, and you are worthy of that? You didn't even give me any benefits, and you still want to turn against me?!

Time flies.

A full month has passed since Ning Qingyu's death.

This day.

It was time for Ning Qingyu to be buried.

Shaolin, Wudang, Songshan, Taishan and so on, all those who could come came, and the whole scene was extremely grand.

Yue Buqun, Feng Qingyang and others personally carried Ning Qingyu's coffin.

Ning Qingyu's tomb was also particularly exquisite. He was not buried at the foot of the mountain with other Huashan ancestors, but at the top of Huashan, on the highest point of the Nanfeng Luoyan Peak!

Everyone also noticed something strange.

A sarcophagus was also prepared at Luoyan Peak to place Ning Qingyu's coffin.

After a complicated ritual, Yue Buqun and others placed Ning Qingyu's coffin into the stone coffin.

"Why is he buried here?" everyone wondered.

But in front.

Led by Yue Buqun, everyone knelt on the ground.

(End of this chapter)