The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 655: The Painting Saint's Legacy, Battle at Qianling Mausoleum

"Qianling?"

Hearing this name, many people were surprised.

The reason is simple: Qianling Mausoleum is so famous. It was originally Taoshan, where the three heroes of Qianyuan became sworn brothers, and was later rebuilt into an imperial mausoleum, located in the western suburbs of the capital.

Later, successive emperors of Daqian were buried in it after their death, which was equivalent to the ancestral tomb of the Daqian royal family.

According to legend, the feng shui there is excellent and can nourish dragon energy. Six hundred years ago, Master Zhuge Liang specially arranged a set of mysterious formations to protect Qianling Mausoleum.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the imperial palace is not as safe as Qianling Mausoleum.

Even a powerful being in the seventh realm of Yizifu would risk dying if he tried to break into Qianling Mausoleum by force.

The resting place of our ancestors, and now you want us to fight there?

For a moment, many people's eyes changed when they looked at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is against the rules."

The master of Feixian Cave, Master Yimei, said in a serious tone: "Our fight will be huge. If we damage any plant or tree in Qianling Mausoleum, it will be disrespectful."

"Yes, and Qianling Mausoleum is located in the midst of a large array, which is really dangerous."

Taoist Wuchen of Xuanmiao Temple waved his whisk and spoke.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. The more highly cultivated a person is, the less likely he will put himself in danger.

At Yuhuang Mountain, no matter how dangerous it is, everyone can escape, but if you go to Qianling Mausoleum, it’s hard to say.

The emperor obviously knew everyone's concerns. He smiled and said, "Qianling is the ancestral tomb of my great Qian family. No matter how stupid I am, I will not let you destroy it. The reason why the third level is placed in Qianling is because there is a painting hidden in it, a mural."

"mural?"

"You all should have heard of the name of the Painting Saint."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he asked, "The painting saint from ancient times?"

The emperor nodded and said, "The painting saint has magical powers. He can make the fake look real and change the world. But the dragon appears and disappears without a trace."

"That mural was the last painting he left on earth. Legend has it that after finishing this painting, the painting saint rode a dragon to heaven and ascended to become an immortal."

"And this painting is said to contain the secret of becoming an immortal."

In an instant, everyone's thoughts surged. After reaching their level of cultivation, there were not many things that could tempt them, and becoming an immortal was undoubtedly the most tempting of them.

"You are all famous people in Daqian and know a lot. I will not hide anything from you anymore."

The emperor looked at them and sighed, "The successive Sizhu of my Daqian have all been able to reach at least the seventh realm, all because they often comprehend this mural."

"Emperor Taizu left this painting in Qianling Mausoleum as the foundation for our Daqian royal family to train masters. He also left an ancestral instruction that outsiders must not be allowed to comprehend this painting."

Zhang Jiuyang sneered in his heart, but said calmly on the surface: "If that's the case, then why did His Majesty let us enter Qianling Mausoleum to comprehend this painting?"

The emperor smiled bitterly and said, "Because times are different now."

He raised his head, looked at everyone with a firm gaze, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"In the past, Daqian was prosperous, and foreign races did not dare to covet it. They could only pay tribute and pay tribute. But now, Daqian's national strength has declined, and foreign races are ready to make a move. Liao bandits have invaded our northern border many times, and the countries in the Western Regions are secretly training their troops and are eyeing us covetously. Even the southern border has seen some unusual movements."

He said in a sad and angry voice: "In the early years, I only knew how to indulge in pleasure, but the national crisis was like a wake-up call, and I have awakened. This is why I convened the Luotian Grand Ceremony in advance, hoping to find a pillar for Daqian."

"You are all outstanding talents. If you can comprehend the painting saint's legacy, you will be able to make further progress. In return, I hope that if a war breaks out one day, you can lead the disciples of your sect to help Daqian!"

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the hall, as passionate as throwing gold and stone.

For a time, many people had a drastic change of opinion about the fat emperor.

"Ancestor's teachings are important, but Daqian's country and people are more important. In order to safeguard the peace of Daqian, I have no choice but to be an unfilial descendant." The emperor held the fragments of the imperial edict in his hand with a sad look in his eyes.

"Originally, I wanted Taizu to personally select talents, and then go to Qianling Mausoleum to comprehend the painting saint's legacy. This can be regarded as a little filial piety among the unfilial. Unfortunately, the will was turned into fragments..."

Everyone understood and realized why the emperor set the second level as Taizu's will.

"Of course, I know that you still have concerns in your hearts and don't want to put yourself in danger."

The emperor said in a loud voice: "I will be with you, no more than five feet away, and without any guards. If I make any unusual moves, you can threaten my life at any time."

These righteous words moved many people.

The remaining works of the Saint of Painting are suspected to contain the secret to becoming an immortal, which in itself is a huge temptation.

Moreover, the emperor showed admirable courage and righteousness, his conditions were reasonable, and most importantly, he was willing to use himself as a bargaining chip.

No matter how powerful the formation was, or how strong the dragon energy protecting the body was, with so many real people within five feet, they were enough to quickly kill the emperor.

In this way, one's own safety is guaranteed.

"The painting saint's legacy contains the universe, and can accommodate your true bodies to fight to your heart's content without worrying about affecting Qianling Mausoleum."

"If you are willing to participate in the third round of the competition, then tomorrow morning, you must follow me into Qianling Mausoleum. The winner will be my Great Qian State Master. The rest of you, even if you lose, will be able to comprehend the Immortal Map and choose any treasure from the national treasury."

The emperor seemed very honest and the conditions he offered were extremely tempting.

The real masters each had their own thoughts and were still hesitating, not agreeing immediately.

"If you are still worried..."

The emperor clapped his hands, and his personal eunuch came forward with a wooden box, opened it, and revealed the purple talisman inside.

"These are ten large teleportation talismans. With the help of magic power, you can directly teleport to a place thousands of miles away. They are precious treasures that can protect your life and the way. I will give them to you today, one for each of you. How do you think?"

In an instant, everyone's attention was attracted by the ten purple talismans.

The Great Teleportation Talisman is extremely precious. Even if they are the head of a sect, most of them do not have this item. Even if they cannot win the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time, just getting this talisman will make their trip worthwhile.

It's equivalent to having an extra life.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty is indeed generous. Now that you have come to this, I am willing to go!"

The Taoist monk Banshan from Qingyang Palace was the first to respond. He took a large teleportation talisman, examined it carefully, and put it in his arms after confirming that it was correct.

"During this Luotian Grand Ceremony, I originally planned to fight to my heart's content and seek a breakthrough, but I didn't expect to gain such a great deal. Count me in for the third level!"

Taoist Wuchen of Xuanmiao Temple waved his whisk, made up his mind, and looked at Zhang Jiuyang and the master of Taiping Temple.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I'm waiting for you."

Master Linghui held the hilt of the sword and took out a large teleportation talisman. Her sword eyes were full of spirit and her fighting spirit almost became a substance.

"Amitabha, I'll go there too."

The divine monk Kongwen sighed softly.

"Deputy Yue, let's put our battle for the Ming King at the third level."

The monk Tongji looked at Yue Ling with a burning gaze, and there was a faint flicker of golden flames.

Although he seemed to be a little behind Yue Ling in the practice of Ming Wang Fa, but in a fight, how could one know who would win or lose without fighting?
Finally, Zhang Jiuyang also took a talisman, but did not look at it. Instead, he put it away casually, raised his eyes and looked quietly at the immortals and the righteous emperor.

"Then let's decide the winner at Qianling Mausoleum..."

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(End of this chapter)