If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

In between refining and simplifying the techniques, Zhou Ming did not forget to constantly use his divine sense to monitor the movements inside and outside the palace and in Yuyang County.

Su Mingli had been in office at the prefectural governor's residence for several days, patrolling the streets every day in his dark red prefectural governor's robe.

If he saw a lantern hanging crookedly in front of someone's shop, he would go up and point it out.

Emperor Yongchang has been behaving himself these past few days, probably because he hasn't recovered from the blow of calling a deer a horse last time. He spends all his time holed up in the Qianyuan Palace, fighting crickets, and hasn't even called Su Mingli.

In the Wenhua Hall, Su Mubai played several games against himself on the chessboard, reviewing each game, and each review took up most of the day.

When Zhou Ming received Su Mingyue's message via flying eagle, he was sitting cross-legged on a low couch, trying to compress the water snake of the Water Dragon Technique from three feet long to the thickness of a finger and then stretch it to ten feet long.

The captain handed in the letter tube. Zhou Ming unsealed the wax seal and pulled out the letter paper, which was written in Su Mingyue's usual simple handwriting. It was about promoting the "Scripture of Crossing the World" throughout the entire Youzhou region.

Zhou Ming put down the letter, tapped his fingers on his knee, and began to ponder the matter.

The reputation of the "Scripture of Salvation" has been completely ruined by the sect of sentient beings.

Currently, throughout the Great Xia Dynasty, the mention of the "Scripture of Crossing the World" is synonymous with "demonic magic," "evil arts," and "the root of chaos in the world."

Although the powerful families were all secretly cultivating their skills.

This method is fast-acting, has a low barrier to entry, and is suitable for all abilities; anyone who practices it will know its effectiveness.

But none of them dared to openly admit that they were practicing the "Scripture of Salvation".

Or, change the name.

If you change the name, it will no longer be the Scripture of Salvation, it will no longer be a demonic art, and it will no longer be the source of chaos.

What should we call him?

or?

Let's call it the "Peace Sutra"?

It symbolizes peace and safety, and saying it brings good fortune, making it easier for ordinary people to accept.

As for the actual content of the exercise, not a single word needs to be changed; just change the title on the cover.

Then add a few sentences at the end of the scripture, such as "Those who recite this scripture will have peace in their homes, be protected from evil spirits, and enjoy long life and good fortune."

The goal is to make people feel that reciting these scriptures is for seeking blessings and peace, rather than for practicing some kind of spiritual cultivation.

Once they have recited it a hundred times, and feel the energy in their dantian, they will naturally discover the extraordinary nature of this scripture.

Zhou Ming summoned the captain and ordered him to gather all the literate soldiers in the army.

Everyone must copy down the scriptures they recited and change the cover to "The Scripture of Peace".

The captain accepted the order and left. The clerks and literate soldiers in the army were urgently mobilized to set up long tables in the camp and work late into the night.

In just one day, the soldiers had copied the "Peace Sutra" and bound it into several neat stacks, roughly numbering in the tens of thousands.

Early the next morning, Zhou Ming, accompanied by a captain and several carriages loaded with scriptures, left the imperial palace and headed straight for the prefect's residence.

The eldest son, Su Mingli, was patrolling the streets in his dark red official robes as a prefect, followed by a group of attendants.

It's called an inspection, but it's really just a way to grab people's attention.

He walked very slowly, stopping to look at each shop he passed. If the shopkeeper recognized him, he would come out, bow, and call out "Your Excellency the Prefect," and he would nod in satisfaction, straightening his back even more.

Zhou Ming glanced at him from afar, but did not approach him to speak. He went straight into the prefectural governor's mansion to find Physician Chen.

Old Doctor Chen was reviewing official documents behind his desk and didn't get up when Zhou Ming came in.

He simply put down his brush and waited to hear what instructions he had.

Zhou Ming briefly explained the matter of promoting the "Peace Sutra." Doctor Chen took the book, opened it, and looked at it. The old man's eyes narrowed at first, then slowly widened.

He closed the book, asked nothing, and simply nodded, replying, "I'll take care of it right away."

Zhou Ming handed over all the tens of thousands of copies of the "Peace Sutra" to him for distribution and then turned back to the Wuying Hall.

Upon returning to the Wuying Hall, Zhou Ming immediately summoned his ministers.

In the side hall of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, civil and military officials rushed over and lined up in their assigned positions. Many of them glanced quickly at the brand-new "Peace Sutra" in Zhou Ming's hand before turning their attention away without making a sound.

Zhou Ming instructed the guards to distribute the scriptures to everyone and announced this in a loud voice.

This book must be distributed to every prefecture, county, township, and village in Youzhou, ensuring that everyone reads it thoroughly a hundred times.

Last night, he used a vermilion brush to mark out the areas of the outbreak on a map of the entire Youzhou region.

Each family was assigned a section, and reports were to be submitted regularly regarding the completion date and the number of people who had read it a hundred times.

He will hold people accountable if they fail to perform their duties effectively.

The hall was completely silent.

The ministers held scriptures in their hands, their expressions varied.

Those who can stand in this hall are all from noble families, and they all know that the book in their hands is just a "Scripture for Crossing the World" disguised as a "Scripture of Peace".

The reason why powerful families have been able to stand above ordinary people for hundreds of years is because of their monopoly.

They control everything—martial arts techniques, educational opportunities, land resources—leaving ordinary people with no chance of even getting close.

Finally, a "Scripture for Crossing the World" was published, which allows for fast cultivation and does not discriminate based on aptitude.

The reason why powerful families secretly cultivate their skills is to widen the gap in martial prowess between themselves and ordinary people in chaotic times.

Now Zhou Ming is forcing them to tear down the door so that everyone can get in.

Several elderly ministers with gray hair exchanged glances, their eyes filled with barely concealed gloom and resistance.

But in front of Zhou Ming, no one dared to voice their opposition.

Just a few days ago, the scene of pointing at a deer and calling it a horse in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was still fresh in everyone's mind, and not a single courtier dared to stand opposite Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming took in everyone's expressions without saying anything, and waved for them to leave.

Once the last footsteps disappeared outside the palace gates, he leaned back in his chair and spread his divine sense.

As he expected, those powerful families who had just vowed to "use the strength of their entire clan to promote the true scripture of peace" were indeed involved.

Privately, they were all figuring out how to obey orders but not commands.

Vice Minister Liu of the Ministry of Works pulled Minister Zhao of the Ministry of War aside and whispered to each other at the foot of the palace wall.

"Old Zhao, what should we do? Isn't this trying to kill us powerful families?"

Upon hearing what Vice Minister Liu of the Ministry of Works said, Minister Zhao looked around.

"What can we do? Sigh... Let's wait and see. Zhou Ming is powerful now, and we can't fight him right now. Who knows what other dirty tricks he might have up his sleeve? Let's wait and see."

"Ugh...that scoundrel...boohoo..."

Liu, the Vice Minister, was about to speak when Zhao, the Minister of Works, covered his mouth.

"Are you out of your mind? Is this a place to talk? You may want to die, but I don't."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Liu, the Vice Minister, was left standing there dumbfounded. Then he realized what was happening and looked around.

Hurry up and follow in Zhao Shangshu's footsteps.

Such things happened to the group of people who were discussing matters in the store earlier. None of them dared to openly disobey Zhou Ming's words. They were all prepared to watch from the sidelines and see how things developed before making any plans.

Zhou Ming leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping slowly on the armrest.

He knew it would be difficult to get these powerful families to cut off their own arm to promote the "Scripture of Crossing the World," but he had plenty of ways to deal with them.