The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 674 Zhang Jiuyang's Prosperity
Venerable Gesang, who had dominated the Western Regions for hundreds of years, died. Zhang Jiuyang, with a body of the sixth realm, accomplished the feat of conquering the seventh realm.

In the world of eternal night, all the real people are completely convinced.

"Congratulations to Master Zhang!"

"Wrong, it should be...National Master!"

Nun Linghui's eyes flashed, and she took the initiative to step forward and said, "Shuiyun Sword Temple is willing to obey the orders of the National Master in the future!"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that she, who had previously clamored to kill Zhang Jiuyang, would be the first to express her surrender.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and nodded, then flicked his sleeves and returned the Yunshui Sword to her.

"Shuiyun Sword Temple, not bad."

After he became the Imperial Master, he naturally planned to make some big moves, the most important of which was to subdue all the major sects and mobilize cultivators from all over the world.

It was thanks to this feat that Zhuge Qixing accomplished the Qianyuan era of prosperity.

This world has no technology, but it has spiritual practice.

If those monks who can call the wind and rain and their magical Taoist methods can be applied in the fields of agriculture, economy, and military, they will definitely benefit the people.

In Zhang Jiuyang's opinion, it would be a waste to use Taoist magic only for fighting and killing.

If we open a Shennong Division, and invite monks who are good at the ways of wood, water, and earth to move in, to study spiritual seeds and assist in agriculture, then the world's grain production will inevitably increase significantly.

A Beast Taming Department was set up to subdue all kinds of demons and use them to fly into the sky and hide underground, so that ordinary people can also travel from Beihai to Cangwu in the morning, just by purchasing a ticket.

Fengshui masters comb the earth veins, sword cultivators have a straight character that is most suitable for punishing evildoers, thunder magic adjusts wind and rain, divination solves unjust cases, turning stones into gold to boost the economy, and fiery eyes shine on corrupt officials...

Zhang Jiuyang has a grand blueprint in his mind, wanting to create an era that will be even more prosperous than the Qianyuan Reign of the past.

He doesn't understand technology, but he understands supernatural powers.

So even though he is now strong enough to crush the nine great masters on his own, he still values ​​them very much.

"Thank you, Imperial Master, for helping us retrieve our ancestor's remains. Feixian Cave is willing to obey Imperial Master's orders from now on!"

Master Yimei bowed and saluted. He had the highest seniority and was more prestigious than Master Linghui. After his statement, the other masters no longer hesitated and bowed to Zhang Jiuyang one after another.

"Xuan Miao Temple is also willing to obey the orders of the State Master!"

"Bashu Sword Pavilion is willing to obey the orders of the State Master!"

"Qingyang Palace..."

All the Taoists humbled themselves and bowed to the young Taoist who was much younger than themselves.

At this moment, they knew that Daqian was about to undergo earth-shaking changes.

After more than six hundred years, after Zhuge Qixing, there is finally a person who can make the leaders of all the sects and schools bow down to him and compete to submit to him.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and returned the greeting.

"You are all elders, and I respect you in my heart."

He knew that although these people said they were willing to surrender, if his demands were too excessive, they would secretly disobey.

Now he is a bit like a martial arts leader who is temporarily elected in a loose organization.

But it doesn’t matter, things have to be done step by step, and he will become stronger and stronger in the future, and this is the basis of everything.

I believe that one day, he will make all the sects in the world submit completely.

Everything seemed to have been settled, and it was a foregone conclusion that Zhang Jiuyang would become the national teacher, as expected by everyone.

But at this moment, a voice slowly sounded, with a hint of sneer and disdain.

"You guys, are you pretending that I don't exist?"

It was the emperor who was speaking. His expression had changed greatly compared to before. The righteous and awe-inspiring temperament disappeared, replaced by a cold and solemn look.

An indescribable majesty emerged, the invisible aura of the Son of Heaven, which made the real people of the Sixth Realm look at him sideways. The emperor stared at the monks with his cloudy eyes, and his voice was as cold as winter.

"It's like this again. I am the Son of Heaven, but in the eyes of you guys, the imperial power... is nothing but a joke."

Everyone frowned, feeling a little unhappy and confused.

What happened to Emperor Daqian? He seemed to have suddenly become a different person, even his temperament was completely different.

The previous emperor was fat but reasonable, but the current emperor...

Cold, overbearing, majestic, and even has an inexplicable evilness.

"Your Majesty, didn't you say that those who pass the three tests can become the Imperial Master of Daqian?"

"Yes, Zhang Tianshi is extremely talented. Not only did he defeat us, but even the seventh-level Gesang Venerable fell at his hands. With such a great talent, if he didn't become the national teacher, who in the world would be able to obey him?"

"Your Majesty, are you going to go back on your word?"

The true people would not indulge the emperor, and they all spoke out their opinions. Although their words were not unpleasant, they were not pleasant to hear either.

The position of emperor is honorable, but to them, that's all.

If the enthronement of the Luotian Grand Ceremony had not been beneficial to the sect and to cultivation, even if the emperor wanted to meet them, it might not be so easy.

Faced with these doubts, the emperor simply cast his gaze on Zhang Jiuyang, looking at him deeply, with a hint of...jealousy in the depths of his eyes?
"I worked so hard for so long, reforming the imperial examination system, building the Grand Canal, and working hard to govern the country. I went to court every day at dawn for twenty years without interruption, and only then did I revive Daqian."

"But even though I was praised as a holy monarch at that time, you old fellows still ignored my will, Son of Heaven?"

He laughed at himself and said, "No matter how wise the emperor is, in your eyes, he is just an ordinary man. If there is no protection of the national defense formation, you would even dare to assassinate the king!"

After a pause, there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes and a hint of hatred in his voice.

"In the first year of Yongshou, my life was about to end, and I ordered Xuanmiao Temple to pay tribute to me with the 800-year-old purple ginseng. Master Wuchen, what did you do?"

"I also ordered Qingyang Palace to send the Qing Emperor's Longevity Method, which has the effect of prolonging life. Taoist Banshan, how did you do it?"

In an instant, Taoist Wuchen and Taoist Banshan looked at the emperor in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

"If you don't tell me, then I will!"

The emperor's voice became more excited, and the bloodshot in his pupils were like burning flames.

"Master Wuchen, you said that the purple ginseng had already taken it by itself, and the imperial decree was a step late, but in fact, until today, the purple ginseng is still kept in the well of Xuanmiao Temple!"

"The Qingyang Palace went even further, actually sending a fake technique. This is deceiving the emperor!!"

His voice grew louder and louder, his anger rising like a wave.

"I am the Son of Heaven!!!"

"The whole world belongs to the king. The land of your sect belongs to me. I have worked hard for the people of the world, even to the point of sacrificing my life span. But in your eyes, do you ever think of me as the Son of Heaven?"

"The knight-errant broke the law with his martial arts, but you monks, you broke more than just the law?"

The corners of Yimei Zhenren's mouth trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "Are you... the late emperor?"

The first year of Yongshou was the reign title of the late emperor, and all these things were done by him.

"Yes."

The emperor grinned, revealing his white teeth, but his smile was extremely cold, and his eyes were full of excitement, as if there was a gray-white flame burning in them.

"If you don't help me, someone else will."

"Since the world has betrayed me, why can't I betray the world?"

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(End of this chapter)