Chapter 302 301. The Spirit of the Ancestor (Subscribe!)
Wenhua Hall.

Cabinet Grand Secretary Yang Congyan was leading a group of civil officials to arrange all the ritual objects and ceremonies required for the sacrifice.

Of course, as the Prime Minister, he does not have to do everything himself. He only needs to be responsible for presiding over the next sacrifice ceremony, and the preliminary arrangements will be left to the officials under him.

Yang Congyan stood under the eaves, looking at the fight between Ming Huang Zhenlong and the forces of Yunshan Academy, Bailong Temple and Baiyun Temple not far away.

Right now Emperor Ming needs to maintain the Tai Chi formation that covers the entire Imperial Capital City, and completely separate all his sexual power and life force into the Yin Eye and Yang Eye in order to condense the other two Taoist bodies and Buddha bodies.

In the end, only the national destiny, the emperor's dragon spirit, the emperor's status and the Zhu family's bloodline were left, condensed into the body of the Confucian Saint Emperor.

"Mr. Yang, all the ritual objects have been prepared."

Minister of Rites Gao Zhenyu walked up to Yang Congyan and bowed.

In this world, due to the existence of Confucian practitioners, the Ministry of Rites is the first of the six ministries.

The status of the Minister of Rites was second only to Emperor Ming and the Grand Secretaries of the Cabinet.

Gao Zhenyu was responsible for coordinating all the preliminary preparations for this ceremony.

"Got it." Yang Congyan nodded, his tone calm, "Wait for your majesty's order and start the sacrifice."

Gao Zhenyu lagged half a body length behind Yang Congyan, and they looked at the battle in the sky together. After several breaths, he could not help but speak.

"Mr. Yang, is this really the right thing for us to do?"

"I'm using the entire city's population as a price, just to gamble on that slight possibility."

"Nothing in this world is certain. As long as the Holy Emperor is born, everything will be worth it." Yang Congyan's expression remained unchanged, and he was not angry at all because of his men's cowardice in battle.

"Many dynasties in ancient times have risen and fallen because of one person."

"When the emperor is wise, the country is at peace; when the emperor is incompetent, the country is in chaos."

"A system whose rise and fall depends on only one person cannot ensure long-term operation. Therefore, even though there are cultivators in this world, dynasties still change endlessly."

"The fall of the previous dynasty is a lesson for our predecessors."

"If a holy emperor is born to rule the world, he will put national affairs first and the people first, work diligently, open up channels for people to speak freely, stay close to gentlemen and stay away from villains, stay close to loyal ministers and stay away from treacherous people."

"The capable are promoted, the mediocre are demoted; the virtuous are promoted, the treacherous are demoted."

"Officials do not need to worry about political changes because of a new emperor, new ministers, or worry about being more powerful than their master."

"Then everything mentioned above will cease to exist, and an eternal dynasty will emerge."

Gao Zhenyu's expression didn't change much when he heard this.

He had actually heard this statement countless times.

At first it sounded like thunder splitting the night sky, but when one calms down, one realizes that who can guarantee that the Holy Emperor will be born?

The destiny of a country carries the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of all the people. It has not only a "positive" side, but also an "evil" side. It is only by relying on the dynasty system that the destiny of a country shows the "positive" side.

Your Majesty and Lord Yang's plan is to strip away the "nature" and "life" that can be called a living being, leaving only things related to the country's destiny and the throne, and then condense a "holy emperor" who is similar to the way of heaven, selfless, sincere in state affairs, and loyal to the great prosperity.

But a country's destiny has two sides.

If there is no humanity suppressing it, it is difficult to determine whether what will appear in the end is "good" or "evil"?
Unfortunately, most of the court officials are now caught up in extreme fanaticism, and are obsessed with creating a "holy emperor" and building the world of great harmony that Confucianism dreams of.

Those who held opposing opinions could not speak out at all in the face of the combined power of His Majesty and the Prime Minister.

People like him who suddenly changed their minds midway, but have already boarded the boat, have no choice but to go all the way.

"But what if the plan fails and the Holy Emperor does not come out? What should Your Majesty do? What should we do?" Gao Zhenyu wanted to suppress these questions in his heart, but finally he spoke them out.

"Shouyi." Yang Congyan turned his head and looked at Gao Zhenyu. Shouyi was his name. "If those who want to do great things value their lives, then they shouldn't do it. Once they do it, neither our lives nor the lives of the people in the imperial capital will be worth mentioning."

Gao Zhenyu opened his mouth and had a lot to say, but when he met Yang Congyan's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Hope everything goes well
at this time.

"let's start!"

"Success or failure depends on today!"

The voice from the bright yellow true dragon rumbled across the sky.

Gao Zhenyu's eyes narrowed as he heard Yang Congyan's voice in front of him: "Start the ritual."

"Yes!"

The next moment, the ritual vessels in Wenhua Hall and Wuying Hall arranged on both sides of Huangji Hall all burst into divine light, and a vast and majestic aura rose into the sky, echoing the Huai'an Ghost House and Beiji Exorcism Courtyard in the distance.

On the other side, in a mansion somewhere in the Imperial Capital City.

Looking at the majestic energy rising into the sky, the power in Minghuang Zhenlong's body was divided into three parts. The power symbolizing "sex" was invested in the Huai'an Ghost House with the Yin eye, and the power symbolizing "fate" was invested in the Beiji Exorcism Hospital with the Yang eye.

Only the country's destiny, the emperor's dragon spirit, and the corpse wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the dragon throne were left, turning into ashes.

"I originally thought that the Ming Emperor wanted to cultivate three bodies and sever the connection between the Emperor and the North Pole Exorcism Institute at the cost of sacrificing one body." Qilin's eyes flickered. "I didn't expect that his plan would be even crazier than I thought."

"They actually wanted to use Confucianism to create a being similar to the Way of Heaven, who is ruthless and asexual and is responsible for handling state affairs."

"Even you didn't guess it?" Taotie said in surprise.

He knew better than anyone how shrewd his companion was.

Qilin shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The plan of Emperor Ming is consistent with what he wants to do - master the North Pole Exorcism Institute and practice the three bodies!"

"It's just that he created all kinds of confusion in his third incarnation, making outsiders think that he wanted to kill another incarnation and use it to bring the Arctic Exorcism Institute under his control."

"I didn't expect that he had no intention of killing the third body, but to create a special third body. If this third body is really as expected, he can indeed recruit the Arctic Exorcism Institute into his hands without killing the third body."

"The method and purpose have not changed, only one link has changed. Once this link has changed, the nature of the whole thing has completely changed."

Qilin exhaled slowly: "I was careless this time."

"This is not Zhan's fault." The figure in the mist barely kept the mist covering his body. "Who would have thought that the one sitting on the throne would be so crazy? Doesn't he know that the destiny of the country has two sides?"

Qilin stroked the wine glass in his hand: "I'm afraid that Emperor Ming had already predicted this. The fate of a country has two sides. Once there is no human suppression, the negative side will definitely overwhelm the positive side."

"Nine out of ten people are not satisfied with their lives. There are millions of people in the secular world who work hard all their lives. They suffer more than they enjoy, and cry more than they laugh. Therefore, the negative impact is definitely greater than the positive impact."

"This is also why the emperor was able to cultivate to the seventh realm smoothly with the help of the national destiny, but his lifespan could not reach the limit of the realm."

"Under normal circumstances, let alone trying to condense a selfless clone, it is already a rare achievement not to be eroded by the sea of ​​suffering evolved from the resentment of the people and degenerate into the most evil and vicious evil creature!" "But what if someone holds up this sea of ​​suffering?"

"What do you mean?" The figure in the mist felt something in his mind.

"Perhaps the old monk from Bailong Temple was part of Emperor Ming's plan from the beginning. Even the people from Yunshan Academy, Bailong Temple, Baiyun Temple, and Yuanfu Temple were part of Emperor Ming's plan."

Qilin's mind was full of thoughts, and he quickly figured out the key points. He said in a serious tone: "Those people dared to fight against the emperor for the people of a city. They must be noble people who care about the world. So he wants to use these noble people to help him lift up the sea of ​​suffering!"

The figure in the mist fell silent, then murmured, "Is it possible?"

"It should be feasible." Qilin frowned, "But this is just a quick fix. The sea of ​​suffering created by the resentment of the people is definitely not something that can be completely supported by a seventh-level being, let alone a few sixth-level beings."

"It can only last for a period of time. After that, the sea of ​​suffering will weigh on us, and that 'selflessness' will turn into 'evil and cruelty'."

“I don’t know how he’s going to solve this problem.”

Qilin's eyes were solemn. He thought he was smart, but at this moment he couldn't guess what the Emperor Ming was thinking.

"I don't care what Emperor Ming thinks." Taotie said suddenly, "I just want to know if my chance is still there?"

"Right now, the two great Confucian rituals of 'Abolish all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone' and 'All under heaven is the king's land; all the people in the world are the king's subjects' are covering the entire Imperial Capital. Everyone in the city, including us, has their available forces suppressed to the lowest level."

"In this situation, I'm afraid we may even have trouble protecting ourselves."

Qilin raised his head, his eyes burning: "No, there is another person who is not affected by the two major rituals."

When the Confucian sacrificial ceremonies in Wenhua Hall and Wuying Hall were initiated, the vast and majestic energy turned into white jade pillars standing between heaven and earth.

The first to be affected were the monks and Taoists in Baiyun Temple and Bailong Temple. Affected by the two major rituals, their strength was suppressed and they were almost reduced to powerless mortals.

The Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple and the abbot of Bailong Temple are no exception.

It's just that compared with other monks and Taoists, they are slightly better and have not completely lost their power.

Next were the dean of Yunshan Academy and three teachers. The ritual of "abolishing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone" had no effect because of their identity as Confucian students, but the latter, except Emperor Ming, were all affected.

No, there is one person who is not affected by the two major rituals—

Xu Qing!

Or it could be said that it was Xu Qing who was blessed by the spirit of his ancestor.

At the same time as the ritual started, Xu Qing, with the help of the inspector's token and the identity of a disciple of Yuanfu Temple, communicated with the spirit of the founder of the Arctic Exorcism Institute!

The words on the calligraphy and painting on the ninth floor of Dingxin Building in the Arctic Exorcism Institute were peeled off from the scroll one by one and appeared in Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness in some mysterious way.

Under the shining light of the words, an illusory figure walked out.

This illusory figure was dressed in a plain green Taoist robe, with a graceful figure and two strands of hair gently fluttering at the temples. His temperament was particularly outstanding, and he really seemed to be isolated from the world and ascended to heaven.

It was a pity that his eyes were dull and lifeless, and even that handsome face lost some color.

Tian Peng, who was watching the "two great Confucian rituals" and fighting with the Bone Girl above the Arctic Exorcism Institute, was the first to sense the appearance of the spirit of the founder who founded the Arctic Exorcism Institute.

He looked towards the palace.

Historically, only "Tianpeng" and "Inspector" have been able to awaken this spirit.

Maybe, there is still hope!
Xu Qing looked at the figure that appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. Even though he knew that the other party had no intelligence, he still bowed respectfully:
"I've met the ancestor."

The phantom figure didn't respond.

Xu Qing sighed and continued: "Ancestor, Imperial Capital is in trouble now. I hope you can lend me your strength."

"The Imperial Capital is in trouble." Hearing Xu Qing's words, the illusory figure suddenly murmured silently, "The Three Body Methods of Buddhism are flawed in the way of the Holy Emperor, which may lead to disaster."

Xu Qing's eyes moved.

Although the master's whispers were silent, one could barely make out the corresponding words by observing his lip shape.

Xu Qing thought that the spiritual intelligence of the ancestor might have been disturbed by the arrangement of Taizu of Da Sheng, but this arrangement was not complete, and the ancestor's spiritual intelligence might still be able to observe the situation in the outside world.

Suddenly, the shadow of the ancestor looked at Xu Qing with a pair of empty eyes, and touched his upper and lower lips: "Yes!"

Still silent.

But it's deafening!
Xu Qing could feel that his realm was infinitely rising at this moment.

The Yuan Qi flowing in the body was suddenly supplemented with a false "Tian Gang", and the five elements of yin and yang gradually reached perfection. The Yin Five Elements and the Yang Five Elements converged and turned into a beam of light that rushed straight into Niwan. The Five Qis returned to the Origin, breaking through the barrier between the third and fourth realms.

And it’s far from over.

The fourth realm, the fifth realm, the sixth realm, Xu Qing's aura rose unstoppably. The barriers between the realms that seemed like "natural chasms" to others were like paper and broke with a single poke.

Above the sixth realm is the seventh realm, the pinnacle of this human world.

Looking back on the past, there are very few people who can reach this level.

Xu Qing never imagined that the spiritual power left by the ancestor actually contained such terrifying power.

When he reached the seventh level, a tremendous aura burst out from his body, activating the power of heaven and earth that was restricted by the Bright Yellow True Dragon.

boom!
In an instant.

With the Imperial Capital City as the center, the sea of ​​​​Original Qi within a radius of a thousand miles was in turmoil, and the mountains and seas were shaking endlessly.

Countless cultivators noticed this huge movement and wanted to explore the source of the power, but the raging sea of ​​primordial Qi stirred up countless huge waves, crushing all these probing gazes.

Endless Yuan Qi rolled toward the Imperial Capital City, flooding the mountains and rivers. Even the two major Confucian rituals could not suppress the mighty phenomenon.

Xu Qing opened his eyes, and in his pupils there were the sun, moon, and stars, with the sacred silhouettes of the heavens flashing one after another.

"Is it finally here?"

In the Huangji Palace, the Emperor Ming, who was wearing a dragon robe but had already become a corpse, stood up from the dragon throne. He ignored the figure of the old monk, and his eyes passed through the closed palace door and met the eyes of Xu Qing who was standing under the Huangji Gate.

next moment.

Emperor Ming took a step forward, and his figure appeared above the head of the bright yellow true dragon.

"With only this last step, the three bodies will be completely condensed, and a Saint Emperor unprecedented in the history will be born. The great prosperity will last for thousands and thousands of years, until the world collapses!"

(End of this chapter)