Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

"In this world, power is like a double-edged sword. It allows people to enjoy resources without restraint, but it can also plunge them into endless strife and fear. Those with power often do whatever it takes to protect their status and interests, even going so far as to suppress emerging forces."

"New forces are often full of energy and ambition, eager to achieve success through their hard work and talent, and to gain more resources and power. However, existing power holders fear that these new forces will threaten their own position, so they are unwilling to give them opportunities and instead impose restrictions and suppress them at every turn."

This kind of contradiction and conflict exists in many places, and the story described by Ye County is no exception. Li Xingyun, the representative of a new force, has aroused the anxiety of the original holder of power. When his power gradually grows to a point where it threatens the other party, the holder of power begins to fear that his power will be taken away.

Ye Xian didn't explain the situation clearly. After all, this was Li Xingyun's family affair, and revealing it might embarrass everyone. But how could Qing Meng, who grew up in the center of power, not understand? She was well aware of the interests involved.

When she heard Ye Xian's description, she was completely stunned. She had always known that Li Xingyun was powerful, but she had never imagined that he was so powerful that he could even compete with the Emperor of the Shenwu Empire! This meant that Li Xingyun had reached the pinnacle of power, on par with the most powerful wielders.

"Amitabha... Your Highness the Prince of Qin! The struggle for imperial power is not for you! Come with me back to the temple to cultivate your character!" Suddenly, a resounding and long-drawn Buddhist chant echoed between heaven and earth like a bell. This chant seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating the layers of clouds and mist, reaching the depths of people's hearts.

As the chanting began, a red figure, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of the carriage. This figure, draped in a vibrant red cassock, stood out in the sunlight. The cassock fluttered in the wind, seemingly blending in with the surroundings, creating a sense of otherworldliness.

Li Xingyun, sitting in the carriage, felt a sudden tightening of his heart upon hearing the Buddhist chant. He immediately summoned his inner strength, heightening his senses to the utmost, while his gaze, like a torch, fixed on the monk in front of him.

"Transmigration Realm?" Li Xingyun was secretly surprised. He saw at a glance the depth of the other party's cultivation. He was actually a powerful person in the Transmigration Realm! This level of cultivation was already considered a top master in the martial arts world. Those with such strength were definitely well-known.

"Are you Fujin, the abbot of Shenwu Temple?" Li Xingyun, without hesitation, immediately drew aside the door curtain and stepped down from the carriage. His voice was cold and questioning.

Li Xingyun still had vivid memories of Shenwu Temple. The monks there had once attempted to murder him, and this incident had always gnawed at his heart. However, for various reasons, he had never found the opportunity to exact revenge. Unexpectedly, he'd run into the abbot, Fujin, here today. What a strange coincidence!

Fu Jin clasped his hands together, looked at Li Xingyun with a smile, and said slowly: "Haha... I am so lucky that the prince can remember me!" His voice was gentle and calm, as if he was completely unaware of Li Xingyun's hostility towards him.

Li Xingyun's eyes narrowed, revealing a chilling chill. He stared intently at Fujin and asked coldly, "Did you send the monk to murder me?" His voice was filled with anger and questioning, making people shudder.

When Fu Jin heard this, the smile on his face didn't change at all. He calmly chanted the Buddha's name, then shook his head gently and said, "Amitabha! Your Highness, you're joking. Monks don't kill! And certainly not to murder you!" His tone was firm and sincere, as if he didn't care at all about Li Xingyun's accusation.

"Oh! Okay!" Li Xingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then nodded gently, as if he didn't care about all this. He slowly turned around and stepped lightly back into the luxurious carriage.

Qing Meng was stunned by this scene. In her impression, Li Xingyun was not such an easy-going person!

However, today, he believed Fujin's words so easily, which really surprised Qingmeng.

"Your Highness, in that case, please come back to the temple with me." Upon seeing this, Fujin smiled kindly and invited again.

However, Li Xingyun didn't seem to take his words to heart. He just shook his head nonchalantly and shouted to the sky: "Old man Kong! Kill him!"

His voice echoed in the air with an unquestionable majesty.

"Ye Xian, let's go!" Then, Li Xingyun gave instructions to the coachman Ye Xian.

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Xian immediately whipped his horse whip, and the carriage continued to move forward with a slight bump.

"Hmph! Your Highness, you really don't take this poor monk seriously!" Seeing this, Fujin snorted angrily, his face darkening to the extreme. Suddenly, his robes began to rustle in the wind, as if stirred by an invisible force.

"Powerful Vajra Palm!" Fujin roared, slowly extending his right hand. A powerful aura gushed out from him. Behind him, a three-meter-tall golden Buddha suddenly appeared. It also slowly extended its right hand, striking Li Xingyun's carriage like a mountain.

The palm was incredibly powerful, and the strong wind it brought was whistling, making the surrounding trees rustle.

However, just as the golden Buddha's shadow was about to hit the carriage, a chuckle suddenly came from the sky.

"Haha... old bald donkey, let me fight you for a few moves!"

Following this chuckle, an old man in plain clothes appeared out of thin air in front of the golden Buddha like a ghost. His figure seemed a little illusory, but it gave people an undeniable presence.

"Jinshi! Open!" The person who came was Confucius. He quickly wrote the word "open" in front of him with his right hand!

Then the word "kai" began to grow rapidly, and in a moment it grew to a size of ten feet, and collided fiercely with the palm of the golden Buddha's phantom!

boom!

With a resounding roar, the shockwaves of battle, like thunder, instantly sent a violent tremor through the earth. The force was so overwhelming that countless trees and grasses were instantly destroyed, reduced to ruins, as if mocking the brutality of the battle. The earth itself, unable to withstand the impact, sank several feet deep!