The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

He once held the golden insignia to guard the western frontier, and his original aspiration has never cooled over the millennia.

I bid farewell to the capital city at night, leaving behind its lights, and alone I stand by the vast sea to save the desolate world.

Longjing International Airport, late at night.

Wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and carrying a simple travel bag, Su Qingxuan boarded the flight through the VIP channel.

He used the pseudonym "Su Wen" and identified himself as a scholar at the "Great Xia Traditional Culture Exchange Association."

I was invited to attend the "Civilization Dialogue Forum".

As the flight took off, the lights of Longjing gradually faded into the distance outside the porthole, transforming into a dazzling galaxy.

Su Qingxuan leaned back in his first-class seat, closed his eyes, and amidst the roar of the plane's engines, he drifted off into a daze...

We've returned to 20,000 years ago, during the Jinghe Dynasty, outside Luodu City, at the Ten-Mile Pavilion.

He was in the same boat then, about to embark on a long journey.

The only difference was his status—at that time, he was the Grand Secretary of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Ambassador to the Western Regions.

Emperor Jinghe led his officials to see them off, and the people lined the streets, kneeling and bowing, shedding tears like rain.

He was dressed in a purple official robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a gilded staff in his hand.

Behind him stood three thousand Imperial Guards, their banners fluttering and their armor gleaming.

Later, Lin Wanqing, Xiao Lingyue, Xiao Lingxi, and Chi Ying followed along, all looking heroic and dashing.

Emperor Jinghe personally poured the wine, raised his cup, and said:

"Su Qing's journey is long and fraught with danger."

But for the sake of the people and the peace of the nation, I have no choice but to send you on this mission.

May you soon return in triumph and safety!

Su Qingxuan knelt to receive the imperial wine, drank it all in one gulp: "Your subject will certainly not fail in his mission!"

He was young then, full of enthusiasm, believing that with his talent and vast knowledge,

This will enable them to educate people from afar and bring peace to the Western Regions.

Later I learned that the journey to the Western Regions was fraught with danger at every turn.

If it weren't for the help of the four women, and if it weren't for the three ancestral treasures protecting him, he would have died long ago in the vast desert.

Now, he is heading to a place even more dangerous than the Western Regions.

The kingdoms of the Western Regions, at least, still held the might of the Great Xia Dynasty and the civilization of the Central Plains in awe.

The Eagle Federation Empire is now a superpower in this world.

Its military strength, technology, and economy all surpass those of the entire continent.

They do not believe in benevolence or compassion; they only believe in the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.

As for the Kingdom of Anshigu, it was a country that had been suppressed and besieged for decades.

The people suffered hardship, yet remained resolute and unyielding, preferring death to surrender.

How could such an ancient country be moved by a few empty words?

It's difficult, extremely difficult.

No matter how difficult it is, we must go.

Because he is Su Qingxuan, the reincarnation of the three sages, and the guardian of the Great Xia.

In his past life, he was able to bring peace to the Western Regions; in this life, he will do his utmost to prevent this.

A war that could destroy the world.

The plane passed through the clouds and entered the stratosphere. Outside the window was a pitch-black night sky, with countless stars scattered like diamonds across the heavens.

Su Qingxuan took off the pendant from his neck—the Three Sect Seal Origin.

The pendant glowed with a warm, soft light in the dimly lit cabin.

The colors of blue, gold, and white flowed around, as if they were alive.

"Old buddy," he murmured to himself, "we'll be fighting side by side again."

The pendant felt slightly warm, as if in response. Su Qingxuan smiled and put the pendant back on.

Then he took out the encrypted tablet from his backpack, inserted the USB drive, and began to study the information given to him by the adults.

The first document is an analysis of the decision-making level of the Eagle Federation.

"Eugene Roder, the 82-year-old Grand Commander of the Eagle Federation, is indecisive."

Controlled by the deep cabinet.

The real power rests with three people: Chancellor Anno Buken, Defense Minister Lord Austin, and Security Advisor Jack Chauvin.

All three are hardliners, with Buken being an outer member of the "Gate of Truth."

Although Austin and Chauvin were not converts, their ideologies were extreme, and they viewed Great Britain as the greatest threat.

"Potential candidates: Chief Secretary Janet Yellen, who is more concerned with the economy."

Fearing that war would trigger a global financial crisis; Trade Commissioner Gina Raymond,

She hoped to maintain trade relations with Bactria;

There's also Rob Mayne, the Foreign Ministry's Relations Committee member, who, although he takes a hard line against Otsuka...

But I am even more opposed to war because...it concerns the civilians in the region.

Su Qingxuan silently memorized these names.

The second document details the internal situation of the Anshigu Kingdom.

"Arias, the 86-year-old high priest of the ancient Parthian kingdom, is in poor health."

Actual power has been delegated to the Torchbearers. The Torchbearers are commanded by Haisan Sami.

The extreme hardliners advocate a "tough on tough" approach towards the Eagle Union Empire and the Canaan City-States.

Governor Ibrahim Rashid is relatively pragmatic and hopes to lift the repression.

Developing people's livelihoods is important, but it's constrained by the Olympic flame.

"The five people who have been corrupted by demonic thoughts: Deputy Military Minister Muhammad Reza (responsible for secret intelligence).

Ismail Karni, commander of the Holy Flame Brigade, and Mohsen Zare, chairman of the council's security council.

There are also two high priests… These five have formed a small group, secretly sabotaging any possibility of peace talks.

Su Qingxuan frowned; the situation inside the ancient kingdom of Anxi was more complicated than he had imagined.

The third document, from the Canaan City-State.

"The Lord Benjamin Waitar, 73 years old, is a full member of the Gate of Truth."

This man's lifelong obsession was the "Canada Plan," for which he was willing to wage war.

Defense Minister Yoav Garan, former Navy Commander, is a fanatical warmonger.

David Barnes, the head of the Secret Service, is a world-class top intelligence agent, ruthless and vicious.

To achieve one's goals, one will stop at nothing.

"The city-state of Canaan has completed its mobilization, deploying an army of 300,000 men in the Lichuan Valley."

Sandy Gorge area, Gelan Pass... the aerial formation is ready at any time, target:

The ancient Parthian capital, Sacred Flame City, nuclear spirit facilities, and bomb base.

The ground forces planned a three-pronged attack: the northern route through the Lichuan Valley, the central route through the Gelan Pass, and the southern route through the Shaxia area.

The more Su Qingxuan looked, the heavier his heart became.

This is not a deterrent; this is real war preparation. The arrow is on the bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

He closed the tablet, rubbed his temples, and looked out the porthole; the east was already beginning to lighten.

The plane is flying over the Tianji Mountains, where the continuous snow-capped peaks resemble the spine of a giant dragon in the morning light.

"Sir, would you like breakfast?" the flight attendant asked softly.

"A glass of water, please," Su Qingxuan said, needing to stay alert.

Every minute that follows could determine the life or death of hundreds of millions of people.

……

Sands Cotai International Airport.

Su Qingxuan followed the flow of people out of the terminal, a wave of heat hitting her face.

In October, the temperature in Sands Cotai Central was still 35 degrees Celsius, and the dry wind carried sand and dust.

It stings when it scrapes my face.

Su Qingxuan lowered the brim of his hat, dragged his suitcase, and walked towards the taxi waiting area.

According to the plan, he should first check into the hotel, then contact the Great Xia Protectorate in Jinsha City to meet with the spies who were lying in wait.

But after taking only a few steps, he sensed something was wrong; someone was watching him.

It wasn't just one person, it was at least three groups of people.

On the left, a man in a white robe appears to be playing on his phone, but the camera is pointed at him;

To his right, two middle-aged men dressed as tourists from the west kept glancing at him.

To his side and behind, a woman wearing sunglasses walked in perfect sync with him.

Eagle Spy Agency? Secret Service? Or a spy agency of the Canaan City-State?

Su Qingxuan remained calm and continued walking forward.

He got into a taxi and said in Common Tongue, "Golden Beach Coast Hotel."

The driver, a South African man, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Okay, sir!"

The car drove out of the airport and merged into the traffic.

The opulence of Sands City is overwhelming—the Tower of Babel pierces the clouds like a sword.

The Sail Hotel gleamed in the sunlight, and luxury cars were everywhere.

Luxury boutiques, stylish tourists, and yachts belonging to the wealthy.

A mining tycoon walks his pet beast through the streets; the place is overflowing with wealth, but undercurrents are swirling beneath the surface.

Su Qingxuan observed from the rearview mirror that the three groups of people had also gotten into their cars and were following behind at a leisurely pace.

"Master, let's go for a drive and enjoy the scenery," Su Qingxuan said.

"Okay!" The driver was very talkative. "Is this your first time here, sir?"

"Let me show you the world's tallest building, and that one too..."

He spoke at length, describing how the car circled around the main road.

While dealing with the situation, Su Qingxuan kept an eye on the situation, and the car following them maintained a safe distance from the other two vehicles, doing so professionally and discreetly.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Golden Beach Coast Hotel.

Su Qingxuan paid the fare, got out of the car, and walked into the magnificent lobby.

He checked in, got his room key, and took the elevator to the 28th floor.

Room 2808, ocean view suite.

Drawing back the curtains, the azure waters of Jinsha Bay stretched as far as the eye could see, revealing the artificial betel nut island.

Like a leaf floating on the sea.

Su Qingxuan didn't turn on the lights. Instead, he stood by the window and pretended to take pictures of the city night view with his phone.

In reality, it's using cameras to observe the buildings across the street.

Sure enough, on the 24th floor of an office building across the street, behind a certain window,

There was a flash of light from a reflector—someone was spying with binoculars.

He drew the curtains and took out a palm-sized device from a hidden compartment in his suitcase—

Anti-eavesdropping scanner.

When turned on, a flashing red light indicates that there are three listening devices and two cameras in the room.

"Really efficient." Su Qingxuan sneered. He had only been in Jinsha City for an hour.

The room was then under complete surveillance.

Instead of removing the equipment, he deliberately positioned himself in the direction of the camera.

He muttered to himself in Bactrian: "I'm tired. I'll take a shower and then get some sleep."

Tonight we'll attend the forum's welcome dinner.

After saying that, Su Qingxuan went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the sound of running water drowned out everything.

Then, he climbed out of the bathroom window—the 28th floor, nearly 100 meters above the ground.

But Su Qingxuan clung to the outer wall like a gecko, and in a few leaps, he reached the 25th floor.

A window was ajar, and he slipped inside.

This is an empty suite; clearly, no one has moved in yet.

Su Qingxuan took out his disguise tools from his backpack, and ten minutes later...

A man in his forties with a mustache appeared in the mirror.

The image of a middle-aged scholar wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He changed into a suit, picked up another briefcase, calmly walked out of the room, and took the elevator downstairs.

In the lobby, the men who had been keeping watch were still guarding the elevator entrance.

They didn't even notice that the "middle-aged scholar" walked past them.

Su Qingxuan walked out of the hotel and got into a taxi: "To Danla Old Town."

The old town of Danla is the old part of the city, with narrow alleys, bustling markets, and shops selling spices, gold, and carpets.

Su Qingxuan got off the bus at the entrance of a small alley, and after several twists and turns, entered an inconspicuous tea restaurant.

There weren't many customers in the shop, except for a chubby Xia Yi owner who was dozing off behind the counter.

Su Qingxuan walked to the innermost booth, sat down, and said in the Great Xia language:

"A pot of Darjeeling tea and two servings of Samosas, please."

The boss opened his eyes, glanced at him, and replied in the Great Xia language:

"Darjeeling doesn't have it, how about Assam?"

"Assam is too strong, I prefer it milder."

"Then Ceylon tea, with cardamom."

The code was correct.

The boss stood up and gestured for Su Qingxuan to follow him. The two walked through the kitchen and down to the basement.

The basement was filled with food. The boss moved a freezer, revealing a hidden door behind it.

"Go in, someone's waiting for you inside," the boss said in a low voice.

Su Qingxuan nodded his thanks, slipped inside, and the hidden door closed behind him.

This is a small room of less than ten square meters, with only a table and two chairs.

A table lamp was lit on the table, and a middle-aged man dressed in oversized summer clothes sat under the lamp.

He was about fifty years old, with an ordinary face and sharp eyes.

"Mr. Su, please have a seat," the middle-aged man stood up and extended his hand.

"I am the head of the Central Plains region for the 'Torchbearer' team, codenamed 'Dragon Shadow'."

I can't reveal my real name, just call me Lao Chen.

Su Qingxuan shook hands with him and felt that the other man's palms were covered with calluses, the hands of someone who had used a gun for many years.

"Old Chen, how's the situation?"

"It's terrible."

Old Chen gestured for Su Qingxuan to sit down, then took out a tablet from under the table and brought up the Celestial Map.

"The city-state of Canaan assembled three heavily armed Black Armor Divisions and five hundred chariots at the Gelan Pass."

The aerial formation was fully armed and ready to go.

The most critical issue is that their bomb squad has already entered the launch position.

The rock-cracking bombs were aimed at all the important targets in the Kingdom of Anshigu.

"What about the Eagle Federation?"

"The Eagle Federation has deployed two naval battle groups in the Shattered Star Sea—the Azure Falcon and the White Eagle."

The commander of the Fifth Fleet has moved from Baling Island to Los Island.

In addition, the Eagle-Safar Federation has bases in the Kingdom of Karen, the Emirate, and the Kingdom of Saran.

All are on high alert.

Old Chen paused, his voice growing deeper: "Yesterday, the Chief of the Eagle Federation..."

He secretly visited the city-state of Canaan and met with the Prime Minister Benjamin for three hours.

Our inside man risked his life to get the news: they've finalized the start date—

Two weeks later, on October 28th, the anniversary of the founding of the city-state of Canaan, a surprise attack was launched.

Su Qingxuan felt a chill run down his spine. Two weeks, only two weeks left.

What was Anshigu's reaction?

"They're mobilizing too." Old Chen switched the camera, "The Sacred Flame Guards are conducting large-scale military training."

They test-fired a new type of explosive. But to be honest, the difference in capability is too great.

With the support of intelligence from the Eagle Federation, celestial detectives, and the advantage of magnetic pulse warfare, the city-states of Canaan are truly formidable in a real conflict...

The air defenses of the Anshigu Kingdom couldn't withstand the first wave of attacks.

"What about the other five people?" Su Qingxuan asked the high-ranking officials of the Anxi Kingdom who had been corrupted by demonic thoughts.

"They're actively working on it." Old Chen pulled up five photos.

"At a meeting of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Reza strongly advocated for 'preemptive strikes'."

It is recommended to use explosive attacks on the nuclear facilities of the Southern City-State;

Nika mobilized the Holy Flame Brigade, saying that they should "dedicate themselves to the Lord of Flame and Light";

Zare incited the council to demand a declaration of war;

The two high priests incited hatred among the believers while preaching in the Temple of Sacred Fire.

Su Qingxuan remained silent, beset by internal and external troubles. How could he break this deadlock?

"The task the master gave you is to mediate." Old Chen looked at Su Qingxuan.

"But to be honest, Mr. Su, I think the chances are slim."

The Eagle Federation and the Canaan City-States are determined to fight, while on the Anshigu side...

Hardliners also gained the upper hand.

If you try to mediate, you'll offend all three parties at once.

"I know," Su Qingxuan said calmly, "but we still have to try..."

Old Chen,

Could you arrange for me to meet with three people?

"Who?"

It is:

The drums of war sounded silently from all sides, and the battle was about to end.

Desperate circumstances cannot break his lofty ambition; he enters the fray alone to save the world.