"You said, if you establish a Taoist alliance, organize Taoist priests, control the weather, and use their wisdom to lead the people's livelihood, what do you think will?"

Chu Yang said with a smile.

"The weather is good, the people are safe, and the fortune is prosperous!" Hong Yi said without thinking, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. "The people are orderly and wisdom is open, and there will be more practitioners. Such a cycle will create an unprecedented prosperous era!"

"However, the strong will not be controlled by others. They also have their own selfish desires, and the destruction is even greater, difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Bai Ziyue shook her head.

"Then kill!"

Chu Yang said calmly.

"How to kill?"

Hong Yi's heart was pounding.

"Value!"

Chu Yang said, the martial arts scriptures in his hand exploded, but a piece of golden leaf appeared, with dense words on it and a Buddha image.

"The past Amitabha Sutra!"
Chapter completed!