Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

The luck that Buddhism provided him by joining Changchun Palace was insignificant compared to that of all living beings in the world.

Thanks to the promotion of crops such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn, the population of the Song Dynasty is growing year by year, and its territory is expanding year by year. He no longer cares about that tiny bit of luck.

Even if Xiaoyaozi died and Changchun Palace was disbanded, it would only disperse the sect's luck and no longer gather together, and it would still have no impact on the Song Dynasty.

Ten years have passed, and the fortunes have intertwined. Those sects have long been unable to break away and have been bound together. It does not matter whether they gather or disperse.

"Duan Siping, I'm giving you face by letting you in. Don't go too far. You can't protect yourself if you leave. Why do something that hurts others and doesn't benefit yourself?"

Xiaoyaozi said angrily as he felt the spiritual energy being continuously absorbed like a funnel.

Duan Siping didn't stop moving at all, and said with a smile: "I just love being nature's porter, what's wrong with that?"

"Very good. You will represent Buddhism in the upcoming fight. I hope you will be strong and not admit defeat."

Xiaoyaozi's tone was slightly cold. Duan Siping was here purely to disgust him.

"It's just death, what do I have to fear?" He is also a Buddhist, and he has to do something when his life comes to an end.

Chapter 469 Arrival

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows across your face, bringing a hint of coolness.

Changchun Palace outside Changchun Valley, on a cement circular square.

A group of monks with bald heads and miserable expressions stood aside.

This dispute between Buddhism and Taoism came too suddenly. They were not prepared at all and had no chance of winning.

And the cost is unbearably high and so unequal.

If they lose, they will join the Taoist sect and become one of its factions.

But even if they won, all they got were some elixirs accumulated by the various Taoist sects and the famous mountains and blessed lands they occupied.

It seems that Taoism has paid more, but in fact Buddhism has suffered more.

If Taoism is defeated, it will just have to pay back resources and give up its territory, but if Buddhism is defeated, it will be a devastating blow.

But His Majesty had already agreed. They went to Bianliang, but did not even see His Majesty. They only received a reply: The Holy Will has been decided and cannot be changed.

Xiaoyaozi appeared again and used his force to overwhelm them, forcing them to come.

The number of believers increased greatly in recent years, and they were happy for a few years, but then they were hit hard.

Looking back at history, no matter whether the Buddhist sect supported the imperial court or not, as long as it grew and became stronger, it almost never had a good ending. We shouldn't be happy so early.

"Master Kurong, has your ancestor arrived?" The person asking the question was Shaolin abbot Xuanji.

Ku Rong, with a ruddy complexion, replied: "The ancestor is in the valley, but the ancestor said that he is no match for Xiaoyaozi and has no chance of winning in a fight.

Let us prepare for the literary duel. If we lose again, then…"

Xuan Ji's face turned bitter. There are many masters in Buddhism all over the world, but there is a lack of top experts.

Now that Ku Rong and Xu Zhu have both broken through to the level of Grandmaster, it was thought that Buddhism would prosper, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a disaster.

"If I lose the fight of arms, then even if I win the fight of words, it will only be a draw. How could Xiaoyaozi let it go?"

Xuan Ji frowned. He had originally hoped for Duan Siping, but he didn't expect that he was no match for Xiaoyaozi.

"Master Kurong, if Patriarch Duan is bound to lose, how about increasing the number of matches and changing the fight to a best-of-three format?"

Ku Rong frowned. If it was a best-of-three match, then both he and the new Shaolin Grandmaster Xu Zhu would have to play.

Two people from Tianlong Temple fought and lost both matches. In the future, Tianlong Temple may be hated by its fellow Buddhists.

"Master Xuanji, even if we win two out of three, we have no chance of winning. We are only just entering the Grandmaster realm.

However, Li Canghai and Zhang Ziyang of the Taoist sect have both been Grandmasters for a long time, so they can’t change the outcome.”

On the other side, people from various Taoist factions gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.

Most of them were just spectators in this debate and were not qualified to engage in physical combat. Although many people participated in the verbal fight, Lin Lingsu was the main participant.

Apart from people from the Buddhist and Taoist sects, the others were people from the imperial court and people with some status in the martial arts world.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiaoyaozi, Zhao Kuangyin and others appeared one by one.

Everyone suddenly quieted down, and those in the square consciously retreated to the circular stairs outside the square and sat on the ground.

Zhao Kuangyin glanced around, a little confused, "Hasn't he come yet?"

"Who is Your Majesty looking for?" Xiaoyaozi asked.

Since Zhao Kuangyin refused to sit down, it was not appropriate for him, as the imperial teacher, to sit down first. He had to give him due respect in public.

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and said, "Nothing, let's get started."

Huang Shang, having received instructions, came to the square and said loudly: "Everyone, I am Huang Shang, representing the imperial court to preside over this debate between Buddhism and Taoism.

This debate is divided into physical combat and verbal combat. The physical combat will be decided by force, with the winner determined in one battle; the verbal combat will be decided by three people from each side through questioning and debate.

This debate is witnessed by Your Majesty and all present. Regardless of who wins or loses, they must fulfill their agreement, otherwise the whole world will attack them."

A group of Buddhist monks looked at Zhao Kuangyin sitting under the parasol above, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

But Zhao Kuangyin didn't even look at them. He looked at Duan Siping, who was sitting on his lower right and had already shaved his head, and in the end he didn't plead for mercy.

Now that things have come to this, it is futile to plead for mercy again, and it will only weaken our momentum.

Seeing that no one objected, Huang Shang said directly, "Since everyone has no objection, let's begin. Please invite the combatants from both sides to enter."

After saying that, he stepped aside. Xiaoyaozi and Duan Siping stood up and flew directly into the sky instead of going to the square.

For them, this square of a hundred feet in radius was too small, and the aftermath of the fight could kill the people watching nearby.

"Duan Siping, do you think you can turn defeat into victory by temporarily harmonizing your spirit and energy by borrowing the spiritual energy in the valley? You are too naive."

"Let's get started!" Duan Siping said in a calm tone. How could he not know that the spirit, energy and essence must be tempered for a long time before they can be integrated and transformed? But he had only stayed in the valley for one day and didn't have the time.

Xiaoyaozi snorted coldly, and had already developed murderous intentions towards Duan Siping, but suddenly his eyes looked towards the southwest.

I saw a figure with wings on its back flying towards me at high speed.

"Jiang Weichen?" They both exclaimed in surprise.

Both of them had seen Jiang Weichen's remains, so they were naturally familiar with his appearance.

Xiaoyaozi was shocked. This guy had actually been able to come back to life. What kind of amazing inheritance had he obtained? Was it the [Nine Transformations of Qi and Blood]?

Xiaoyaozi was surprised but also a little uneasy. "Damn it! This guy is coming here today to ruin my plans."

"Haha, I've waited for it, he finally woke up." Duan Siping laughed.

The spiritual peach prolongs life, and the mind breaks the mirror. Both require Jiang Weichen's consent. He has been waiting for several years.

After the joy, he sighed again, "What a pity, it's a little late."

Xiaoyaozi wanted to kill him, but he would not allow himself to admit defeat in front of the whole world.

"Finally here." Zhao Kuangyin murmured softly below.

He chooses to make friends with Jiang Weichen, but will Jiang Weichen accept this kindness?

Li Canghai, Zhang Ziyang, Qingyun and other grand masters sensed it one after another.

Then the others also saw the figure getting closer and closer.

"Young friend Jiang is awake?" Zhang Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "I wonder if he can be a match for Xiaoyaozi."

"Jiang kid is awake?" Qingyun exclaimed, then laughed: "Haha, Xiao... Li Canghai, the old Taoist's backer is here, are you afraid?"

He was about to say something to Xiaoyaozi, but when he thought about the fact that his dantian was still imprisoned by Xiaoyaozi, he did not provoke him.

Li Canghai, who was standing next to him, opened his mouth slightly when he heard Qingyun's words, "Why should I be afraid? Aren't you two hostages here?"

Qingyun's expression froze for a moment, and then he cursed, "Despicable, taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

Wen Shaofei, who was watching the ceremony not far away, stood up in surprise, "Leader?"

The chair behind him fell to the ground, but he didn't pay attention to it. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked again, and said in surprise: "The leader is not dead!"

The two Xiantian disciples behind him asked in surprise, "Alliance Leader, who are you talking about?"

Wen Shaofei raised his hand and said, "Don't call me Alliance Leader. There is only one Alliance Leader in the Supreme Alliance, and that is Alliance Leader Jiang Weichen."

Although he had stabilized the Supreme Alliance in the beginning, his realm advantage was no longer there as more and more people in the alliance broke through to the Grandmaster level in recent years.

His voice was gradually reduced, and even Wang Qian, who changed the name of Dongying Island to Xiake Island, almost ignored him.

He had a feeling that the Supreme Alliance was about to fall apart, because the few people who had made the breakthrough still had no one who was popular, and he couldn't suppress them.

"Haha, as long as the leader is not dead, all worries are no longer a problem." Wen Shaofei laughed.

After laughing, he had some hope again. If the leader was alive, then all his hard work over the years would surely be rewarded.

He knew that the reason why Qiu Ruhua and Wang Zhaohui were able to sense the Qi was because they took multiple spiritual peaches in succession.

He exchanged two coins over the years, but he couldn't find the sense of Qi.

He wanted to emulate Qiu Ruhua and the others, but there were only two spiritual peaches each year, and no one else in the alliance would agree to his reservation of a few years' share.

Wang Zhaohui and others believed that this Taoist-Buddhist debate was a place for Xiaoyaozi to show off his power, so none of them came, and only he came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Supreme Alliance.

I am the first one in the alliance to meet the leader, so I must seize the opportunity. As long as I get the leader's approval, a mere spiritual peach can be obtained with just a word from the leader.

Chapter 470 The Demonic Might Remains

On the circular staircase surrounding the square, people from the Taoist and Buddhist families and many spectators also saw Jiang Weichen.

"Demon Jiang, he's not dead?"

"He's here. Let's go now. It's better not to watch this ceremony."

"Why are you leaving?" some young faces asked in confusion.

"Ignorance, Jiang Weichen and Murong Longcheng have been known as the two greatest demons for centuries. No one who attends any gathering they attend ends well.

How many people died during Murong Longcheng's sermon at Taihu Lake, and how many people were converted and enslaved.

Jiang Weichen was even worse. At two gatherings, at Yunwu Mountain and Shaoshi Mountain, he slaughtered tens of thousands of attendees.”

"Is it really that scary? We're not going to surround him this time. We're just watching the ceremony. It should be fine, right?"