Chapter 140 The Devil in the Dao

"Revenge, I want revenge."

Tang Ming's eyes were red, and his teeth seemed to be broken.

Zhu Shan, Li Lin, Jian Tang, and his confidante Yang Xue were all buried in Chang'an. This was the greatest shame of his life.

Zhu Shan, Li Lin were not bad by nature, but Chen Kuan was a suspicious and conceited person. In order to hide their shortcomings, the three of them had played the role of dandy since childhood to dispel the court's doubts about the Tang family.

Now that his best friend died because of him, Tang Ming felt guilty and regretful.

From childhood to adulthood, the Tang family had great scholars and common people.

Even the martial arts masters of the desert and Goguryeo had to give themselves three points of face, and they had their own demeanor when interacting.

I didn't expect to meet someone like Kou Zhen.

A woman with a fairy-like temperament and a water-green long skirt walked in, and the whole room seemed to become much brighter, and everyone greeted her.

"Fairy Yun!"

"What's wrong?" Yun Qiong nodded slightly to everyone, and then looked at Tang Ming with concern.

"Fortunately, I didn't die. This incident has benefited me a lot. I won't make this mistake again in the future, but... the price is a bit high." Tang Ming sighed.

"There is bad news, the noble families in Guanzhong..."

Yun Qiong talked about the miserable situation of these noble families. While speaking, some elders of the Tang Dynasty, such as Tang Hu and some old generals, also followed.

"The bones of the nobles are trampled on the streets of heaven... Where did the monsters come from!"

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Aren't the bones of the nobles their bones?

Do these people really want to make the world turbid?

The dark history of the noble families was all turned up by Taoism. Killing them will not only not be hated by the people, but will be a way to eliminate harm for the people.

"From the perspective of the people, they may be right, but we have our own Taoist tradition. We cannot compromise with Taoism. We must fight to the death!"

The three rent-seeking classes of the royal family, the noble families, and the officials exploited the people, and the people only had a little left.

Doesn't Taoism exploit?

They did exploit, but they eliminated the aristocratic gentry and then expanded their interests, trying to make the plate as big as possible so that more people could share it; they abolished the head tax and corvée, and corvée was hired with money.

"Where does this money come from?"

Someone asked.

They are not pedantic. If there is something worth learning from Taoism, they may also learn it.

"The money comes from the aristocratic families. This money was originally earned by the aristocratic families, but they used it to drive the people." Tang Ming said.

Just this sentence made everyone give up the idea of ​​learning.

After Tang Ming analyzed this point, everyone knew that the two sides had a life-and-death relationship.

"Who is Xu Xuan, the initiator? Why did he cause chaos in the country? It turns out that there are evildoers in troubled times!"

Xu Xuan is too mysterious.

He is powerful and does not tolerate both good and evil.

Is this person really a god?

"Regardless of ghosts and gods, from the current point of view, they have also offended the Demon Cult. Why not cooperate with the Demon Cult to fight this evil in troubled times?"

"You can try."

Only by gathering the power of the world can we defeat this evil demon that is causing chaos in the world and pretending to be a god.

Unfortunately, it is not easy to persuade the good and evil to cooperate.

At this time, Yun Qiong suddenly said: "I have written to the two holy monks of the White Horse Temple and my master. They are willing to take action when necessary and promised to teach Mr. Tang their unique skills."

"Taoism is so rampant that Sanren Wangdao may also need to help."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Aren't the four great masters helping them?

Tang Ming's cold expression finally moved, and he said: "Thank you, Yun Qiong."

"You're welcome. For the sake of the people of the world, we have to do it."

It is their responsibility to assist the wise lord and make the world peaceful.

Tang Ming recovered slightly from his injuries and then set out to visit the White Horse Temple and Jingming Temple.

Under the training of the four great masters, his ability will reach its peak.

At the same time, Tang State began to contact other forces to jointly curb the evil force of Taoism.

For a time, all the righteous ways moved, with Tang State as the center and Tang Ming, the shining light of the world, as the banner.

Somewhere between heaven and earth, in a forest.

In the dark and deep forest, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and a man stood on the top of a ten-foot-high primitive giant tree.

This man had a white face and no beard, his eyes were bright, and his temperament was gentle, like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, standing on a thumb-sized branch without any fluctuations.

"What a Xu Xuan... torture ghosts and summon gods, I want to see if you are the real torture ghosts and summon gods."

"Is there anyone in the world who is closer to God than me?"

The middle-aged man murmured to himself, and then his face was excited, which was an excitement in the face of the unknown.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up all around, and a strong yin energy burst out from this person. The left half of his face was evil, with dark pupils, and the right half was calm, with golden pupils; half god and devil, half immortal and Buddha.

"Haha!!"

Soon, this person completely transformed into a terrifying demon, howling to the sky, rampant and arrogant.

The demon energy faintly formed a pair of wings behind him.

Not far away, a fat man dressed as a businessman was secretly shocked.

"The master's power is getting stronger and stronger. Who else in the world can beat him?" The fat man thought.

Swish!

There was another gust of wind, and the demon shadow appeared behind the fat man.

"Prepare the car, I will go to Chang'an to meet this person."

"Yes!"

This person is Gu Xiao, the first master of the Demon Sect, and the world also calls him the Demon Emperor.

After years of seclusion and cultivation, integrating the secrets of hundreds of schools, he finally broke through the Grandmaster and became the Emperor of the Demon Sect.

Gu Xiao also has a heart for Taoism and has always had the ambition to integrate hundreds of schools. Now that a new Grandmaster has appeared, how could he not go to investigate?

Soon, a carriage set off from Shu and headed for Chang'an City.

On the way, Gu Xiao turned into a calm white-clothed scholar again.

The transformation of life and death, demons and immortals, yin and yang, is deeply in line with the Taoist thought.

Xu Xuan didn't know that someone was looking for him.

At this time, he was arranging a magic circle.

This time it was not the top of Mount Li, but the eyes of the Feng Shui Dharma.

The phoenix tree was erected here.

The thirty feet around the phoenix tree was the radiation range of the tree roots.

Xu Xuan was standing outside the phoenix tree at this time, looking at the empty space in silence.

"About a hundred meters in radius, the hundred-foot cliff is not needed. The outermost layer of about ten feet is the location of the Iron Bamboo Forest Formation, and a piece of open space should be left for Sun Simiao to refine the elixir. The inner layer is made into the Huntian Altar, which is used to refine ghosts and skeletons."

"That's right, that's it."

Soon, Xu Xuan gave an order, and various materials were transported up.

Bamboo, jade materials for the formation base, and jade platforms were built on the ground with the phoenix tree as the center. There are a total of ten platforms, one foot wide and nine levels.

This is the Huntian Altar.

There are also various devices for communicating with the earth's energy under the altar.

The good thing about the Wutong Cave Heaven is that the formation can be maintained with earth's energy, not spiritual energy.

If it were replaced with spiritual energy, I'm afraid I don't know how many spiritual stones would be consumed.

Lu Jing took the blueprint and directed the Taoist lineage to participate in the construction.

Ordinary materials were given to others to make, and some materials containing spiritual energy were made by Xu Xuan himself.

"How is it down the mountain?" Xu Xuan asked Sun Simiao.

"Everything is fine. Chang'an has been settled, and our things have been arranged."

"That's good." Xu Xuan nodded.

"Where is Xiang Youxian?"

"He is on his way back. He went to Shu and probably made new discoveries."

"Yeah."

The two of them talked occasionally.

Down the mountain, opposite Kou Zhen sat a man with burn scars all over his body. The two old men next to him were his father Kou Jie and the Five Ghosts Taoist.

"Are you the Demon King?" Kou Jie said in surprise.

Why did the Demon King become like this?

"What Demon King or Not, it's all in the past." Zhu Yuan waved his hand.

During this period, he went to the people to take a look. Everything has changed. Unlike the rumors of demons everywhere, this place is more prosperous than before.

The government's money will not be hidden until it rots, but will be boldly used for construction. There are special economic officials responsible for regulation. As for those sour Confucian scholars who only read the Four Books and Five Classics, they are directly swept into the garbage dump by them.

The number of schools and students is also more than ten times that of the past, and the knowledge of various schools of thought is available.

This regime does not even have a prince or emperor, so naturally there is no need to learn the tricks of Confucianism to govern people.

"Demon... Zhu Yuan, where do you want to go?" Xu Xuan specifically instructed Kou Zhen to remember to settle Zhu Yuan, but never mentioned the matter of planting insects, probably because of this person's character.

"Go to the school and be a teacher."

"Okay!"

Time flies, and the forces of all parties seem to have a tacit understanding, and none of them choose to take action against other forces.

The Central Plains of the White Horse Temple, Bashu of the Jingming Temple, Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Lingnan of the Han clans, and Taoism in Guanlong; the Tang Kingdom merged with the Guandong clans, and the so-called Guandong was the ancient Yan Kingdom and Qilu area.

The northern forces formed two camps, the East and the West, with Guanzhong and Guandong.

As Taoism continued to kill and uproot the clans, and did not compromise with other forces, it pushed many people to the Tang Kingdom. The territory of the Tang Kingdom was at least three times that of Taoism.

Crash!

The hundred-foot waterfall hit the water surface, splashing water mist all over the sky.

Tang Ming bowed to the waterfall, and a white-browed old monk sat quietly beside him.

"Precepts, concentration, and wisdom. This is the way of the great master."

...

In the vast desert, a Taoist monk bid farewell to his friend.

"Old friend, I'm going back to the Central Plains." Wang Dao said.

"You want to move too?" Murong Xuan asked curiously.

"We have to move. The Grand Master has deceived the people with superstitious beliefs in ghosts and gods. The destructive power it has brought is unimaginable. It's time to put things right."

...

The sound of reading aloud came from the study.

A teacher with a masked face glimpsed a person standing outside the window, so he said to the students: "Read the book by yourselves, don't be lazy, the teacher will examine you later."

Then the man walked out of the church.

A middle-aged man in white stood outside the door.

Gu Xiao smiled and said, "Why did you become a teacher?"

"Why did you come?"

"For Xu Xuan!"