Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 136 The Great Liao and Great Jin, hand in hand, take the Great Song and Great Mongol with them

The power struggles within the Mongolian leadership will reach a new peak following the death of Great Khan Ögedei.

Especially when there were major conflicts between the Tolui faction and the Ögedei faction.

It seems unlikely that Ögedei's eldest son will be able to securely inherit the throne of the Great Khan.

The purge of Chancellor Yelü Chucai was the first step in the Tolui faction's counterattack.

Standing behind Möngke was the current Mongolian National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Monk. And standing behind Kublai Khan—hmm, Yue Que remembered someone, the great monk Phagpa who would later suppress the Quanzhen Sect.

Buddhism began to take root after the Quanzhen School, but it wasn't the Buddhism of the Central Plains.

Yue Que led his group from the ancient tomb northwards to observe the experimental subject Huo Du and to identify the great monk hiding behind Kublai Khan.

As the biggest winner in the original work, how could Yue Que allow him to hide in the background like a turtle? He had to come out and play chess.

Whoever loses has to sit at the table.

What Yue Que needs to do is not to make moves, but to become a chess master.

This moment is also the best time for the great hero Guo Jing to return to the desert. It's better to offer help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade.

"Oh~"

Li Mochou seemed to have thought of something, her eyes lit up, she sighed, and said, "If that's really the case—"

"Nephew, I wonder if my guess is correct?"

"Senior Uncle, please speak."

"Shouldn't our ancient tomb have another disciple who is wandering outside?"

"!"

Yue Que began to look at his sister-in-law, his senior brother, with newfound respect.

Seeing the surprise in Yue Que's eyes, Fairy Chi Lian knew she hadn't guessed wrong and continued, "This disciple must be Yelü Chucai's daughter, right?"

Wanyan and Yelü were both disciples of the same master, and were mortal enemies who faced each other every day.

Thinking of this scenario, Li Mochou sighed again, "It seems I'll have to be the next master!"

After all, she had experience in this situation; it was Li Mochou who started it, taking Lu Wushuang as her disciple and placing her in front of her.

Since the Red Serpent Fairy has rich experience, she certainly knows how to deal with these two enemies. Only Li Mochou knows the right balance.

That was to let Wanyan Ping know that a woman who publicly sings Liu Sanbian's lyrics might be a bad woman.

Seeing the smiling faces of her junior sister and Yue Que, Li Mochou said to the two utterly wicked people with a hint of annoyance, "You two are good people, you are the light; I am a bad person, I am the darkness."

"Because Senior Sister is the darkness of the Ancient Tomb," Little Dragon Girl praised. "When darkness reaches its extreme, it becomes the light of the Ancient Tomb."

Little Dragon Girl felt that since extreme yang can give rise to yin, and extreme yin can give rise to yang, then there should also be extreme darkness giving rise to light, and extreme light giving rise to darkness.

As the sect leader, Xiaolongnu rarely provides emotional support to her senior sister, creating a sense of absurdity that the future of the Ancient Tomb rests on her senior sister's shoulders.

But this also makes the identity of the Dark Tomb even more worthy of its name.

Li Mochou: "————"

Looking back now, she realizes that when her family was massacred in Xiangyang, the two men probably already knew about her and her two disciples' whereabouts and had been waiting for her, Li Mochou, to leave.

The Crimson Fairy, feeling a chill run down her spine, let out a long sigh.

"Nephew, based on my understanding of you, you're planning to use Wanyan Ping and Yelü Chucai's daughter to create a chain of hatred, and your scheme isn't actually aimed at my little apprentice whom I haven't even met yet?"

"It should be someone else."

"You need to use Wanyan Ping's hatred to lock down another person."

As the Scarlet Serpent Fairy spoke, even though she, as her senior sister, had only been casually brushed aside by Yue Que, she now understood the feelings of Huang Rong, the female Zhuge Liang.

The person who is locked up is like prey in a spider web; no matter how much they struggle, they will be entangled and killed by kinship and hatred.

Just like the choices Yue Que left for Guo Jing and Huang Rong, those who were locked in beforehand had no other options.

Fight to the death?

Then let's wait for Wanyan Ping's white rainbow to pierce the sun!

When Li Mochou thought of this scene, she felt a suffocating sensation wash over her.

This is still not the experience of the person involved.

"Ha!" Yue Que's eyes shone with even greater appreciation, and he couldn't help but sincerely praise, "Uncle-Master has made great progress."

Yes.

Yue Que intends to use Wan Yanping to lock down Yelü Yan, and then use Yelü Yan's hatred to lock down her brother Yelü Qi.

Regardless of whether Yelü Qi was the legitimate leader of the Beggars' Sect later on, or the Left Chancellor of Kublai Khan in history.

As the second son of Yelü Chucai, Yelü Qi's talent had already caught Yue Que's eye.

Moreover, Yelü Qi could be considered a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Given the old man's habit of calling someone "brother," Yelü Qi should address Yue Que as an elder.

By employing a two-pronged approach, Yue Que aimed to completely shut down Yelü Qi's options.

The Dragon Girl incident taught Yue Que that he should always plan for the worst and have backup plans.

This is a good lesson.

"Of course!"

The Crimson Fairy held her jade-like chin high, full of pride. After all, she had inexplicably suffered so much, even losing her seniority, so she had improved quite a bit.

"As for how this love, hate, and entanglement will be handled—that's up to you, Master Chef, to take charge!"

Yue Que smiled and gave his senior uncle a thumbs up.

Red Serpent Fairy turned her head away in annoyance at Yue Que's gaze. At this moment, she understood why Yue Que and Little Dragon Girl didn't care about Wanyan Ping's national and family feud when she became his disciple.

That's because in the eyes of this man and woman, the great Liao and Jin dynasties should be holding hands, and the great Song and Mongol dynasties should be leading them together.

If this is the final outcome, then tell me, has the revenge been taken?

Wanyan Ping had nothing to say. Perhaps the Yelü family girl would lend a hand in dealing with the Mongols.

Li Mochou could tell that Yue Que disliked the Song Dynasty, the Mongols, and even the already destroyed Liao and Jin Dynasties.

Since Yue Que doesn't like it, then in Junior Sister's eyes, it must be that even Que'er doesn't like it, so this world must be bad.

I just don't know what kind of world these two despicable people hope for.

The wind stopped, the rain ceased.

When the newborn sun rises, the whole world appears exceptionally clear.

The only slightly uncomfortable thing is that it gives you the illusion of lying in a steamer.

Wanyan Ping, this new junior sister, didn't change her name. Wouldn't that mean she joined the Ancient Tomb Sect for nothing?

Before, it was considered reckless and stubborn to not change one's name when traveling alone, but it is considered confident and capable to not change one's name after joining the Ancient Tomb Sect.

As a local, Wanyan Ping was quite familiar with various places, perhaps because she was used to traveling around.

Under her guidance, the group quickly found the Quanzhen Sect's stronghold there.

"The Quanzhen Sect has a great deal of influence here," Wanyan Ping described it.

It must be said that the Quanzhen Sect, the number one sect in the world, may seem to be teetering on the brink of collapse due to the lack of top masters, but it is still very resourceful.

It seems that Qiu Qianren saw the Quanzhen Sect's methods and thought that if they could do it, so could he. He subconsciously learned a trick to strengthen the Iron Palm Clan, but unfortunately, his methods were extremely poor.

The ability to place pieces so skillfully that outsiders have nothing to say is a skill that not everyone can learn.

Moreover, since the Iron Palm Clan is not a religion, it naturally lacks a special attribute.

Yue Que clearly remembered that this matter was handled by his Uncle Yin Zhiping, who was compiling the Daoist Canon in the Quanzhen Sect.

The Shaolin Temple, a Buddhist sect in the Central Plains, was stuck in the Songshan Mountains due to internal strife and pressure from the Esoteric School. Meanwhile, the Esoteric School was competing with other Buddhist sects for influence among the Mongolian high-ranking officials.

The current situation is that Tantric Buddhism has the upper hand, because the Golden Wheel Dharma King has secured his position as the National Preceptor.

Why is it temporary?

That must be because of Huo Du.

Under these circumstances, Uncle-Master Yin Zhiping secretly instructed the Quanzhen Sect disciples to advance one step at a time, ensuring that no effort was wasted, and they quickly finished overtaking the area originally occupied by the Great Jin.

The Quanzhen Taoist priests here are almost all from the lineage of Qiu Chuji, the Changchun Zhenren, and are even more so direct descendants of Uncle-Master Yin Zhiping.

When Yue Que met the person in charge of the Taoist temple and presented the token given to him by his Uncle Yin Zhiping, Yue Que, as the Dark One of Quanzhen, came online.

After exchanging greetings with the other party, Yue Que had no intention of engaging in idle chatter and immediately began making arrangements.

"A message sent by carrier pigeon!"

"Inform Uncle Yin that it's time to send the people north."

The secret letter was rolled up and placed in the bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg. Several copies were made to prevent it from being caught and eaten by birds of prey. Then, with the help of the Quanzhen Taoist priests, the dozen or so pigeons all flew to the southern sky.

Watching the carrier pigeons fly south, Yue Que tentatively asked another question.

Because of its founder Wang Chongyang, the Quanzhen School had a certain military organizational structure, and a lot of relevant intelligence was shared among them.

After all, they were an organization capable of going toe-to-toe with the armies of the Jin and the Mongols. Whether they won or not is another matter, but they certainly dared to stand up and fight back directly.

Yue Que inquired about the whereabouts of Darba and his group, the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Monk.

"etc!"

Under normal circumstances, it would have gone directly north from Zhongnan Mountain, rather than turning back halfway and heading towards the Central Plains.

It's important to understand that Huo Du suffered significant losses in the Zhongnan Mountains; this was no small matter. Compared to a group of Mongol experts, those thousand Mongol cavalry were far more crucial.

With such a great loss, the Golden Wheel Monk, the national preceptor, must bear responsibility, and Möngke will also be affected.

Darba was a foolishly loyal and honest monk who only knew how to obey orders. His sudden arrival in the Central Plains must mean that something important had happened.

What important matter could offset Huo Du's crushing defeat at the Quanzhen Sect and thus reverse the situation where Möngke's faction was implicated?

Yue Que began to use his Prajna wisdom, thinking to himself, if he were put in the situation of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, what should he do?

That means creating something even bigger than the disastrous defeat at Zhongnan Mountain.

This is in line with the extraordinary wisdom of the Golden Wheel Monk.

Yue Que's gaze fell upon his junior sister, Wanyan Ping, who was chatting idly with a group of senior sisters in the distance. As if remembering something, Yue Que asked directly, "Where is the Mongol Prime Minister Yelü Chucai now?"

"Central Plains!"

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect gave Yue Que this answer.

Just as he had initially envisioned.