(Seven thousand words.)

Song Jiao knew very well that what Li Ye said was completely possible.

Now that Li Ye has made great contributions, there are many people who are jealous. If Tian Lingzi has the opportunity to slander, he will never give up. If the situation really develops as Li Ye said, then Tian Lingzi will first slander Li Ye and rebellion, which will be equivalent to putting Li Ye and fighting against Lu Jun on the fire.

Although Li Yan trusted Li Ye and regarded Li Ye as a brother, Li Yan was an emperor, and Song Jiao had no need to think about what kind of situation Li Ye would face then.

In the worst case, Li Ye has suspicion from the king and jealous from the ministers. Even if he has made great achievements or even if he has a hundred thousand troops, wouldn’t that be the same as Li Xian back then?

In a moment, Shangguan Qingcheng arrived.

"Your Highness, Shangguan Qingcheng is waiting for the invitation!" After Shangguan Qingcheng entered the door, Ling Ran clasped her fists. She was wearing silver armor and moved casually. The sound of the iron armor rings sounded one after another, and it was indescribable. She was already beautiful, with white face and red lips. At this moment, the armor was on her body, and she showed her heroism.

Li Ye stood up and came to Shangguan Qingcheng. Before he could speak, he stared at him for a long time.

The silver-armored general in front of him was one of Li Ye's most trusted people. Now, his order may push her into the sea of ​​fire. However, a hundred thousand troops and hundreds of good generals, Li Ye has the highest trust in her, so this important matter can only be entrusted to her.

Li Ye asked sternly: "Are the general afraid of death?"

Shangguan Qingcheng said without hesitation: "Your Highness is about to die, and you are willing to die generously!"

"Okay!" Li Ye's eyebrows and eyes were like swords, "Shangguan Qingcheng obeyed the order!"

"The last one is here!" Shangguan Qingcheng's voice was loud.

Li Ye stared at her and said, "I ordered you to lead three thousand cavalry in Langya, travel day and night, run to Fengxiang and pick up Your Majesty to return to the capital!"

"The last general will take the order!" Shangguan Qingcheng responded with a loud promise without saying a word, without even a doubt.

Li Ye held her hand clasped her fists: "If reinforcements don't arrive for a long time, will the general be willing to fight to the death?"

Shangguan Qingcheng's eyes were as bright as a snow mountain, and the clear and cold: "The last general will not die, and the military orders will not stop!"

Li Ye took a deep breath: "Set off now!"

"Yes!" Shangguan Qingcheng took the order and retreated, went outside the door, turned around, and left with great strides. He knew that there was a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of him, but he was still passionate.

Song Jiao suddenly lost her mind: "You are so good general, are you willing to let her die?"

Li Ye returned to the throne, but did not sit down. He shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "Raising troops for a thousand days, using troops for a while, the country is in danger, and the overall situation is worrying. If the soldiers do not die, who will die?"

Song Jiao was speechless.

She couldn't speak for a long time because she saw the spirit of golden swords and iron horses from Li Ye. At this moment, facing someone, she seemed to be on the battlefield.

The sunlight spread out at Li Ye's feet, and he ordered: "I ordered Liu Dazheng to lead 30,000 elite soldiers to travel west to Fengxiang, to meet Langyadu, and welcome Your Majesty to the court!"

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Fengxiang.

A monk entered Fengxiang.

Fengxiang is in charge of Fengxiang Mansion. Outside the city, there are many pedestrians on the official road. There are a group of monks, about twenty people, lined up and nodded.

All monks wear common clothes and cassocks, hold the signs with one hand, lower their eyebrows and eyes, and walk beside the road. They are headed with white eyebrows as long as willow branches, hanging on their faces, with kind eyes and solemn expressions.

When people walking on the official road saw this group of monks, they all looked curious. Sometimes some people pointed and talked, as if they saw monsters and monsters, which were worthy of comments.

In broad daylight, there are naturally no demons. In the glorious world, there are never demons. If there are demons, they are also humans who are demons, but they are not monks.

An old woman fell to the side of the road and couldn't get up for a moment. A famous woman next to her quickly helped her. Seeing that the old woman's eyes were closed, she couldn't help panic. She looked at her nose and felt no heat. She couldn't help crying, miserable and sad.

The monk walked to the old woman who was holding the woman, and stopped in front of the crying woman. More than ten people were in the same pace. The white-browed monk, who was in charge, stopped, and the last monk who walked stopped at the same time.

"Amitabha, don't panic, let me take a look." The white-browed monk squatted in front of the old woman and reached out to hold the other person's wrist.

The woman was covered in tears and was shocked and suspicious, but when she saw that she was a monk, she looked quite expectant and said hurriedly: "My mother suffers from a serious disease and has been delayed for more than a month. However, her family is left alone and has no money to seek medical treatment. Today, my mother suddenly fell ill, but she is afraid that she will not have much time..."

Speaking of this, she cried to the sky: "Oh my God, my family has never done evil in their entire lives and has always done good deeds. Why did she end up like this!"

The woman cried bitterly at the sky, and when passers-by saw it, they were moved. Some sighed, some were angry, some were sad, and there were many people who stopped and watched.

"Don't panic, don't panic," the white-browed monk once again comforted him warmly, letting go of the old woman's wrist, and his eyebrows and eyes were even more kind and kind. "Look at the donor again, what about the Lingtang?"

At this time, the old woman woke up slowly, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she stood up, full of energy. Not to mention that she was sick, she was already in the spirit of a dragon horse.

The woman asked quickly, "Mother, how do you feel?"

The old woman said, "It seems that the pain has disappeared, and the pain is gone at all. She also feels very energetic and can go to the fields to work!"

The woman cried with joy and quickly explained the reason. The two of them bowed to the white-browed monk and thanked him very much.

The white-browed monk helped the two of them up and said Amitabha, with a solemn and holy expression: "Save the suffering and the suffering, we are the duty of ours, don't do this great gift."

When the pedestrians on the road saw this scene, they all admired the monk's methods and were also shocked by the monk's charity and kind hearts. Some even shouted loudly and cheered for these monks who had never met.

Farewell to the old woman and the woman, the white-browed monk led his team into Fengxiang Mansion City, passed through the bustling streets, and finally came to the Jiedushi Mansion.

There was already someone waiting in front of the Jiedushi's mansion, and it was Li Changyan's son, Li Qilin. When he saw this group of monks in a common robes, he quickly went down the stone steps and bowed to salute, "The military commander has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

The white-browed monk folded his hands together and followed the other party into the mansion. After passing countless corridor paths, he finally walked into a clean courtyard. The Fengxiang Jiedushi Li Changyan came out to greet him and personally welcomed the monk into the house.

The white-browed monk entered the house alone, and the rest were all in the yard, standing in two rows, without looking sideways, but a powerful aura radiated. When the guard post in the light and darkness saw it, he felt a great pressure from the other party, and almost did not breathe smoothly, and was secretly shocked. He could not have the masters in the middle stage of Qi training, but when facing these monks, they all looked like mice and cats.

In the room, the maid presented tea and pastries and bowed to leave. Li Changyan was kind and respectful. After a while of greeting, he went straight to the topic: "How many people are brought by the master?"

The white-browed monk said, "I am here to bring one hundred and eight monks."

Li Changyan was slightly stunned, and a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes: "One Hundred and Eight?"

The white-browed monk said slowly, "I am leading one hundred and eight people, which is enough to be among the hosts."

Li Changyan was moved in a terrifying manner: "Take it serious?"

The white-browed monk lowered his eyebrows and looked down: "Mencius will not lie."

Li Changyan was immediately excited: "Okay! Then this time, Master Lu will be there! If this matter is done, the Shimen will be Fengxiang National Sect!"

The white-browed monk remained silent: "Why talk about the state religion in a town?"

After a while, the white-browed monk and everyone left the villa. Li Changyan arranged a mansion and took them to rest. He was still sitting in the house and pondering.

After a while, Li Qilin came to Li Changyan and asked in a low voice: "Father, are these monks really useful?"

Li Changyan smiled deeply: "Is it useful? Haven't you seen it?"

Li Qilin was silent. When he saw these monks, he felt great pressure, but he was already in the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

Li Qilin tentatively said: "Father, although these monks have good cultivation, we want to block Your Majesty. It is enough to have Fengxiang Army. Why do you need these outsiders?"

Li Changyan glanced at him indifferently and said without hesitation: "You only see the short-sightedness. You only see the present, but you cannot see the future. As a father, he is wielding the emperor to command the princes. Although he is unparalleled in power, he must be afraid and convinced, the people are truly supported by the soldiers and loyal, and you can really just hold the emperor hostage?"

Li Qilin was stunned and didn't understand why.

Li Changyan continued: "Of course not. The world is in chaos, this is a time of great struggle. If I want to conquer the Central Plains and unify the world, how can I just rely on kidnap the emperor? What I want is that people's hearts will surrender and soldiers will die! Only in this way can I unify the world. To do this quickly, I have to use the power of the Shimen. What is Shimen? It is a means to control people's hearts!"

After a pause, Li Changyan snorted coldly and said to himself: "The teachings of the Buddhist teachings are nothing more than two points. One is to guide people to be kind, and the other is to respect Buddha. What does the king rule the world and rule the local governments? What do people value most? One is to be orderly and the other is to be loyal to the emperor."

"In the world today, people's hearts are in chaos, thieves are everywhere, and chaos is everywhere. Is this what the Lord wants to see? Only when the territory is stable and there is no disaster, the rule of the Lord can be stable, and human and material resources can be gathered and used by the Lord."

"I have received help from Shimen, allowing the temple to spread its jurisdiction and monks to preach doctrines, so that the people can be good. Shimen emphasizes enduring the sufferings of this life in order to seek blessings in the next life. Who believes this? But this is exactly what the Lord needs. The reason why Shimen has such a doctrine is also their cleverness."

"If the people are willing to suffer, then I will pay heavy taxes and the people will not resist. I have received more taxes, which can be used as military funds in wartime and can enjoy them freely in peacetime. Wouldn't it be nice? If the people are good, they will not become thieves and soldiers, and they will kill people in chaos, so that the order of the world will be stable."

"The people who take refuge in the Buddhist temple will fear the Buddha. Are they worshiping Buddha every day? Where is the Buddha? Those who truly understand the Buddhist temple will know that doing good is the Buddha, and one thought of enlightenment is the Buddha, and everyone can be a Buddha. Buddhism emphasizes the equality of sentient beings. Since sentient beings are equal, Buddha and the people are equal, why do they ask the people to kneel down and worship them?"

"After all, sentient beings worship not Buddha, but power, but power! Just imagine, once the people believe in Buddha and fear Buddha, then I will let Shimen claim that I am the reincarnation of Buddha, then who will not fight for me? If I want to fight, they will fight wherever I will fight. Whoever hits me will rise up to protect me! This is what I want, and the people will be loyal to me!"

Speaking of this, Li Changyan looked at Li Qilin and said, "Do you understand?"

Li Qilin sweated coldly all over: "My son understands, his father is using the Shimen."

Li Changyan chuckled, "No, you don't understand."

In a quiet courtyard, the monks were in their rooms and meditated.

In the main house, a white-browed monk was drinking tea. In front of him, a young monk was standing, asking him for advice: "Master, the Shumen wants to spread the world, spread the doctrine, and build temples widely. It is to give favors to the people and let them truly believe in them. Why should we help Li Changyan this time?"

The white-browed monk slowly put down his tea bowl and looked at the young monk. He was his most proud disciple. He asked slowly: "Do you think that the Shimen wants to prosper, build temples, and preach doctrines. Is it to help the people and let the people believe in it?"

The young monk was stunned: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." said the white-browed monk.

"What's the point?"

"It is the support of the king, and it is the people who rule the world, giving us the wealth of building temples and the qualification to spread doctrines!"

The young monks didn't understand the reason, which seemed extremely surprising.

The white-browed monk sighed and said slowly: "You must remember that there is only one master in this world. He controls everything in the world. This person is the emperor, the ruler of power, and the ruler of the people. Whether it is the Shumen or the Taoist sect, to build a temple widely, you must first get the approval of the king. If the king does not recognize you, no matter how good your teachings are, he can use various names to destroy you."

"If the king recognizes you, and any imperial edict will lead to countless temples in the world. Since the Shimen spread to the east and prospered several times, whether it was building temples or recruiting disciples, it was because of the support of the king. Once the king suppressed the Buddha and destroyed the Buddha, the Shimen would suffer."

The young monk was surprised and said, "Isn't the Shimen born? Why do there are so many interests fighting?"

The white-browed monk sneered: "Where is a person born in the world? If the Shimen is really a sect, how will the world know the existence of Shimen? Isn't this a contradiction? After all, Shimen wants to carry forward the world in the secular world, live in the secular world, die in the secular world, and there is no such thing as "the world."

The young monk thought for a while and said, "That's why the master will help Li Changyan this time?"

The Baimei Taoist said, "It's just that everyone needs it. If the Shumen is useful to the king, the king will naturally support it. Once the Shumen is harmful to the country, the wise king will suppress it."

The young monk said in surprise: "Then aren't we the tools of others?"
To be continued...