The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Ah..."

With the deployment of the black-armored cavalry, the entire Qingyue Temple turned into an Asura hell, with blood flowing everywhere and screams coming one after another.

Although the three thousand monks and three thousand believers are very powerful.

However, they have been training in the mountains behind Qingyue Temple all year round, but have no combat experience at all. Compared with the Black Armor Cavalry, an army that often fights and licks blood on the tip of the sword, there is a big gap.

As Li Shanxiao joined the battle, the disdain on his face slowly disappeared and he became serious. Especially when he saw Dashan, who was beaten to pieces by him, but he seemed to be fine, constantly getting up and fighting with him. In addition, when he saw the fighting power of the black armored cavalry charging, he began to understand in his eyes why Ye Feng dared to lead his army to attack Qingyue Temple.

……

“Haha… Kill him! Kill him! It would be best if Ye Feng could be killed.”

Fang Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, saw fighting and screaming everywhere in Qingyue Temple, and his eyes were filled with gloating.

For so many years, he was arranged by Zhao Changlin to stay in Qingyue Temple. If he was not afraid of Zhao Changlin, he would have left the damn Qingyue Temple long ago and lived a vegetarian life, which he could not stand.

Thinking that after this battle, either Ye Feng would die or Qingyue Temple would be destroyed, he could leave Qingyue Temple and live a happy life outside, and his heart was filled with joy.

……

"Master, there are strange phenomena in the Nine Provinces. The immortals and Buddhas are moving!"

At the top of Jiuzhou, in front of the mountain, a white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back. Standing at the top of the mountain, surrounded by white, he could not see clearly where he was.

The man in a white robe behind the Master raised his head and looked towards the distant sky. He saw golden Buddha light that was enough to cover the earth.

He didn't believe that immortals and Buddhas really existed in the world before. It was not until he started practicing with the Master that he realized that there were immortals and Buddhas everywhere in the Nine Provinces and the struggle between them was extremely brutal.

If it weren't for the human race in Jiuzhou, who have been guarding this pure land one after another, it would have long been reduced to a battleground for immortals and Buddhas, and would have inevitably caused great suffering to all living beings and made the people live in misery.

"He is just a Buddha without a name. It doesn't matter as Confucius is guarding the nine provinces." The father and son waved their hands slightly, and the white beards on their chins moved in the wind.

He turned around, frowned, stared at the place where the Buddha's light descended, and murmured: "The nine provinces are unified, and the immortals and Buddhas avoid it. It's quite interesting."

The man in white robe heard the words. He had heard the Master muttering some time ago, "The Nine Provinces are unified." Could it be that after thousands of years of chaos in the Nine Provinces, some great power was born? Could it be that it could unify the Nine Provinces?

"Master, who can unify the Nine Provinces and yet make the immortals and Buddhas avoid him?" The man in white robe was a little stunned and asked with a look of surprise on his face.

"Haha!" The Master stretched out his hand and gently stroked his beard, smiling, and said, "I can't see clearly who it is, but I just feel that his aura is so strong that the nine states will submit. By then, the nine states will be peaceful and beautiful, and all the immortals and Buddhas in the heavens will want to descend on the nine states!"

"Ah... How is it possible? The immortals and Buddhas want to come to Jiuzhou?" The man in white robe couldn't help but be shocked. He knew very well that anyone who practiced martial arts would yearn to become a god on earth and ascend to become an immortal.

The Master shook his head, looked at the butcher, and said, "How many years have you been with me? Do you remember?"

The butcher shook his head slightly, and said ambiguously, "It seems that I followed the Master during the Great Zhou Dynasty, or maybe before the Great Zhou Dynasty. I can't remember clearly."

"If you insist on becoming an immortal forever, I'm afraid you will never be able to become one. What's the point of ascending to heaven? Look at me, I've lived for so many years, and I've been in Jiuzhou. Even if there are immortals and Buddhas everywhere, as long as they dare to come to Jiuzhou, I can destroy them with a snap of my fingers. Isn't that good?" The Master said contentedly, smiling, "What's the point of becoming an immortal or a Buddha? I don't want to."

Seeing the butcher's puzzled expression, the master shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him. He could only think to himself, "How can you become an immortal or a Buddha if you are so dull? Alas!"

……

"Three people, there must be my teacher."

“Isn’t it a pleasure to learn and practice what you have learned?”

……

In a thatched cottage in the mountains, the sound of reading can be heard. Inside the dilapidated thatched house, dozens of children aged seven or eight are sitting, nodding their heads.

Not far in front of them, there was an old man in a white robe with a hunched back. He held a book in his hand. The content written on the book was the same words that the child in front of them was reciting.

"Children, go home from school. I have work to do." The old man closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table next to him.

"what!"

When a dozen children heard that school was over, they cheered and ran out of the cottage happily. Their voices were clear and pleasant, and their faces were innocent.

Just as the children left, the old man straightened up his hunched body, and there was a natural, elusive aura of authority about him.

"While Confucius is still alive, who among the immortals and Buddhas dares to come to this world?" Confucius murmured softly, and his voice was like a megaphone, echoing towards the sky above the Nine Provinces.

The Buddha light above the sky vibrated, and an angry roar came from the top of the clouds, saying, "The Buddha has come, quickly get out of the way. Otherwise, I will kill you too."

"What? What? Why do you say it again?"

Confucius suddenly raised his hand, and saw a thunder that shook the heaven and earth, stretching for thousands of miles and bombarding the sky above Kyushu.

chi chi chi...

There were crackling sounds, and the sky seemed to be torn apart. Behind the golden Buddha light, there was a roar, saying, "Saint Kong, don't forget that the real Buddha did not come to Jiuzhou, it was just a projection."

"I just don't dare to come. If you dare to come to Jiuzhou, I will kill you."

Confucius stopped talking, retracted his arm, frowned slightly, and looked towards the distance, which was the location of Jiuzhou where the Song Dynasty was located.

"Who would have thought that the Song Dynasty, which had exhausted all its luck, would be revived? I would like to go and see it, but with so many students and so much work to do, I can't leave."

……

Ye Feng took a step forward and walked towards Qingyue Temple.

Yan Nishang followed closely behind him. There was a flash of pain in the depths of Old Huang's old eyes. He held the wooden box tightly and followed behind him.

Inside Qingyue Temple, Ye Feng walked on the ancient and shiny bluestone slabs and came to the inside of Qingyue Temple. He saw the main hall not far away, which was filled with Buddha's light.

The Buddha statue is shining with golden light. In the magnificent Buddhist hall, there are futons and wooden fish. The crisp sound of the fish strikes the soul.

Only Ye Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, not affected at all, and said lightly: "For so many years, I have never figured out one thing, that is, Buddhism clearly requires that all beings are equal, color is emptiness and emptiness is color, so why are all the temples and Buddha statues so magnificent?"

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, be a demon. Put down your butcher knife and you will become a Buddha right now!"

Xuan Zhen opened his eyes, and the wooden fish in his hand paused, with some surprise in his eyes. The sound of the wooden fish he just struck contained the Buddhist sound of the Dharma. It stands to reason that even a great master would be shocked. Why is Ye Feng, who has no fluctuations in cultivation, not affected at all?