Want to do great things

It was a dark and windy night.

In a house in Beijing, two old men over fifty were playing chess by the window.

On one side is Huikong, the abbot of Prajna Temple, who is wearing a cassock and has nine scars on his bald head;

On one side is Xie Honghua, the leader of the Chongxu Sect, wearing a Taoist robe and a crown, and carrying a sword behind him.

There were three other people not far from the window.

Sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in a meditative posture is Deng Jian, the master of the Fierce Tiger Clan;

The man with gray hair and extremely tall and majestic figure was the owner of the Sword Forging Villa, Lu Zhouyang, who was carefully wiping the sword in his hand by the light of the candle;

The one with a gloomy face, lying on the Grand Master's chair, playing with poisonous scorpions, snakes and insects in his hands was the leader of the Five Poison Sect, Xiang Shao.

These five people are all great Xiantian realm masters who have been famous in the world for many years. Although their sects are all located in Daliang, they are miles away from Kyoto. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are spread out across the world.

But at this moment, five people gathered in Kyoto!!

Xie Honghua, dressed as a Taoist priest, held the sunspot in his hand, looked at the criss-crossed chessboard, and asked casually: "Old monk, how many years have we not had such a free hand-to-hand talk?"

"It should be almost twenty years ago."

The old monk Huikong looked a little nostalgic and said: "I remember meeting and talking with my benefactor for a few rounds when I came to our temple. I never expected that we would meet again in this way."

"Yes, almost twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Xie Honghua also showed a bit of nostalgia and said: "At that time, Emperor Sheng Yuan was about to die. The old Taoist thought that the world would usher in a change, but the current emperor, ha..."

His voice stopped and he sneered: "It's not as good as him..."

"well."

The old monk looked at the starry sky outside the window and sighed, saying, "The world has fallen into this state, and I wonder if we monks can still educate them."

"Save it, old monk."

The leader of the Five Poison Sect, Xiang Shao, snorted coldly and said, "We all know why you and I are gathered here, so why bother pretending to be so compassionate?"

"Amitabha."

Huikong was neither angry nor defensive. After reciting the Buddha's name, he asked calmly: "Donor Xiang, you have been to the palace once. How did it feel?"

"That's it."

Xiang Shao snorted coldly and said, "If the old eunuch from Dongchang hadn't arrived in time last time, nothing would have happened to you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Zhouyang, who was wiping his sword, and said in a joking tone: "I didn't expect that even the Sword Forging Villa, which forged swords for immortals, would be involved."

The Sword Casting Villa has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is said that its ancestors were just craftsmen working in a blacksmith shop. By chance, they met a traveling immortal.

Coincidentally, the immortal's sword broke due to a fight with others.

He lit the furnace for the immortal and recast a sword.

The immortal remembered his hard work and taught him the method of making swords.

Such rumors are naturally full of doubts. Most people in the world think that this is Zhujian Villa trying to put themselves in a favorable position. Only the people at Zhujian Villa firmly believe in the "immortal's teaching" and it has been spread to this day.

Lu Zhouyang also heard the joking meaning in Xiang Shao's words. He just shook his head and did not argue with him. He still wiped the sword in his hand and said to himself: "Which ancestor can't inherit a great sect that can be passed down to this day?"

Any chance?"

He paused and asked with an indifferent expression: "Lu, I dare to ask, is there no record of encountering immortals in Leader Xiang's Five Poison Sect?"

"That's true."

Xiang Shao nodded, the Five Poison Sect has also been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are also records of encounters with immortals in the sect's classics. This thing can't explain anything, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

You can't deny what your ancestors recorded in front of outsiders, right?

"I've never seen it before, but there's really no shortage of records in the door."

Deng Jian, who was meditating with his eyes closed and resting his mind, also opened his eyes at this time and said: "I just don't know if there are really immortals in this world. If there are, how can I find the method of cultivating immortals?"

"Haha, I don't know how to cultivate immortality."

Xiang Shao didn't know what he thought of, and joked: "But I can be sure that it will definitely not be like what the emperor Xiao'er cultivated..."

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a young man who was dressed simply but had a graceful and elegant demeanor walked in. Beside him was a timid little eunuch.

Several people in the room cupped their hands and said, "Your Highness."

"Seniors, there is no need to be polite."

The young man waved his hand, and the little eunuch beside him quickly closed the door after entering, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

"My uncle was shot to death in the street. I went to express my condolences today, so I came a little late. I hope some seniors will show their respect."

"Your Highness's uncle?"

Xiang Shao was slightly stunned and asked: "But Zhang Song's second son?"

"yes."

"I heard that after his death, some people in the capital even set off firecrackers to celebrate, which is not a good thing after all."

"The character is indeed of low quality."

The young man sighed and said: "Grandpa was ill when he was young. When he was middle-aged, he had my two uncles, so he indulged him a little. But the eldest uncle was okay, but the second uncle had been torturing good families in the capital all day long. Now,

If you die, you will be less worried."

"Your Highness has great ambitions, Xiang admires him."

Xiang Shao arched his hand.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Huikong on the side recited the Buddha's name, and also echoed: "Your Highness is the prince, and the throne of Daliang is already in your pocket, but now you have summoned us to do great things, which shows your courage."

"What ambition and courage? I just can't bear the world to suffer any more and I can't wait that long."

The young man paused for a moment, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He smiled bitterly and said, "My father is determined to go his own way, and in vain is the advice of Minister Gu Chaozhong. He wants to cut off the future of his children and grandchildren and ruin the fate of the country.

Time is not waiting for me, and if I don't try to make some changes, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the day I take over."

"Your Highness is righteous!"

Xie Honghua, the head of the Chongxu Sect, bowed his head and said: "Your Highness's ascending to the throne is also a blessing for our people in Daliang."

"Senior is so complimentary."

The prince also returned the courtesy and said: "If I take office, I will definitely wipe out all the malaise in the court, start a new era with the people, and eradicate the old and establish the new. Of course, I will not break my promise to you seniors."

Several people in the room looked at each other and said, "Your Highness is serious."

Among the martial arts in the world that can be called a 'sect', some have been passed down for hundreds of years, such as Chongxu Sect, and Prajna Temple is a major sect that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Although there are not many disciples, they are all martial arts practitioners.

The Liang court had a deep prejudice against Jianghu sects, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they suppressed them.

Sects with fixed industries are better off, as their daily expenses and royal taxes can be met;

Some sects that are not involved in production are in dire straits. In the past, they could still rely on the incense money donated by the family members of some disciples to maintain their expenses. Now that the world is getting more and more chaotic, the incense money will naturally become less and less, and they live in poverty.

The money for incense is less, but the taxes collected by the court are not less. Not only is it not less, the more chaotic the world is, the more taxes are collected...

So what if it’s an innate state?

So what if he is from a famous family?

Don’t you have to worry about the inheritance of your sect?

And the prince of the dynasty promised that as long as he helped change the world, he would not only be exempted from taxes, but also divide the regions to allow them to be autonomous. If the corresponding conditions are met, they could even be established as a state religion!

When people reach middle age or old age, it is not that they lose their enterprising spirit, but they put their enterprising spirit into "strengthening the family lintel", "bringing glory to the ancestors" and "famous for future generations".

Other conditions are fine. What an honor it would be if the sect could be established as the state religion?

To put it bluntly, the memorial tablets after death must be different from those of others, and must be placed in the middle of the ancestral hall. In future ancestor worship festivals, as long as future generations come to worship, they must use head incense to worship.

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What man can resist having a good head?

Only after you reach a certain age will you understand that things like "bringing glory to the ancestors" and "writing them in the family tree" are really attractive.

Moreover, the 'employer' was originally the Prince of Liang. As long as the emperor died, he would naturally inherit the throne, and it would not take many steps to change the world.

Last time Xiang Shao was able to survive an assassination attempt by himself, but now there were five innate masters invited, and they really couldn't think of a reason to lose.

So the two sides hit it off...
Chapter completed!