But every word reveals strong and unparalleled confidence and strength.

"You hypocritical villain! How dare you speak openly and honestly?"

"good!"

"I want to see! Is it my Yuanyang Flying Sword that is sharp, or your body that is hard?"

Xiao Anran was furious and couldn't sit still anymore.

He stood up from under the cedar, and the power of his soul suddenly exploded.

He is the leader of Fang Xiandao. Even though Hong Xuanji is known as the number one Martial Saint in Da Qian, he wields Yuanyang Flying Sword and has Tiangang Divine Thunder in his sleeves, so he is not someone to be trifled with.

If he really had to fight for his life, Xiao Anran thought to himself that he could be seriously injured.

The two seemed to be about to fight to the death.

But I heard a loud shout: "Slow down!"

At this time, several people came out from behind the palace.

The first one is wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a sword on his back, with fluttering sleeves. His face is like white jade, with a faint purple aura in his eyes, and an aura of being out of the world all over his body, just like a fairy in a painting.

The sound just now was made by him.

There was a person next to him, wearing yellow silk clothes, with gray hair, around fifty, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and his body was stained with ink, making it look slightly sloppy.

Several other people were also wearing various colored robes.

"Zhang Boheng? Qian Daozi?"

When Hong Xuanji saw these people, he frowned slightly, and then his expression softened slightly when it fell on the old man in yellow silk clothes.

"Zhang Boheng, you are working together, do you also want to collude with Fang Xiandao in an attempt to control the country?"

"Brother Gan Daozi, why did you come to Yujing to watch?"

Zhang Boheng, who looked like a fairy in the painting, looked at the old man in yellow beside him and gave a polite gesture.

This person is a famous painter in Yujing City.

His painting skills are profound and he can confuse the fake with the real.

The things painted have both spirit and form.

Painting tigers can bite people, painting immortals can save people.

Drawing a statue of a god can make people enter the realm of visualization and achieve spiritual success.

Therefore, he is regarded as a painting sage and is highly respected.

At this time, Xiao Anran also knew that he couldn't fight.

Although he was extremely angry, deep down in his heart, he was still a little afraid of Hong Xuanji, so he took advantage of the situation to withdraw the Yuanyang Flying Sword.

Nagan Daozi had already opened his mouth and said: "I was entrusted by Sect Leader Xiao and other three sects to draw a picture of the Supreme Taoist Ancestor."

"Back then, the Great Zen Temple had three volumes of temple-protecting scriptures, among which the Past Amitabha Sutra was known as the first scripture of spiritual cultivation."

"If you read this sutra, you can cultivate the path of immortals, have the hope of becoming a sun god, and have the spiritual soul to achieve success."

"Actually, this Dharma Sutra may not be that magical. There are not many Taoist schools in the world that can compare to this Sutra."

"The reason why this sutra is unparalleled is because there is an image of Amitabha on the sutra, which integrates all the charm and momentum of Buddhism into it."

"Imagine the image of Amitabha in your heart, just like Amitabha in the past, eternally motionless, suppressing all the evil spirits in the world, knowing your mind and nature, seeing everything in the past, and seeing the true nature,"

"The reason why our Taoist sect is not as good as it is, what we lack is a Taoist ancestor who can tolerate the Taoism."

He looked at the statue of Taoist ancestor enshrined behind him and sighed: "This Yuanyang Taoist statue has the ability to create the world and evolve the sun, moon and thunder, but after all, it is not as good as the one in the Great Zen Temple. Go to Amitabha."

"I heard that among the Confucian sects, there is a way to become a saint, to study clearly, to cultivate oneself and to govern the world."

"A gentleman upholds the righteous way, has great ambitions, governs the country and brings peace to the world, is open and honest, and cultivates great righteousness."

"The thoughts are pure, and once enlightened, the thoughts can be refined into gods. The vast pure Yang is not afraid of masculinity or thunder. It can become a god according to the aspirations in the heart. I am the god. I use the human heart to represent The heart of heaven is a magical place that is difficult to fathom."

This Qian Daozi seemed to be filled with emotion when he talked about this Confucian sect, and there was still a lot of longing in his eyes. He kept talking and couldn't stop talking.

"I heard that that Yashenggong also has a book of rites and a journey to the west to relieve misfortunes. They are both different from the current practice methods. They have the mystery of creating the world and evolving all things."

"If we can get it, the three treasured scriptures of the larger Zen temples will not be weak at all, and may even be better than anything else."

"Although I have no delusional thoughts, I hope that in my lifetime I will be able to gain a glimpse of the great truth and be able to integrate Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism into one, and draw a picture of the Dharma that no one has ever seen before, which will be passed down to future generations."

When Hong Xuanji heard what he said, he already had some concerns in his mind and interrupted: "Brother Qian Daozi, since you appear here, you must not be doing it entirely for painting, right?"

At this time, the man next to him, Zhang Boheng, took over the conversation: "Hong Shaobao, I'll tell you the truth, brother Qian Daozi was invited by us to come to discuss the important matter of rectifying the source and restoring the righteous path."

"Oh? To rectify the original source? To help the righteous path?"

Hong Xuanji sneered: "A group of sinister people gathering together to conspire and plot is the right way?"

"Brother Gan Daozi, how did you fall to this level?"

Hong Xuanji looked displeased and scolded the Taoist disciple.

Qian Daozi's old face wrinkled, showing a bitter look, but said nothing.

"Hong Xuanji!"

Xiao Anran scolded: "If you don't want to be with us, just leave! There is no need to be so hypocritical!"

"Or do you want to fight with me?"

Hong Xuanji said disdainfully: "Humph, it's a mob, no matter how many people there are, what's the point? Why should I be afraid?"

"you……!"

Zhang Boheng stopped the furious Xiao Anran and said to Hong Xuanji: "Hong Shaobao, I have also obtained the approval of Sect Master Ji for this big conspiracy."

"It's not that we want to do something unjust, it's actually that the way that Ya Shenggong followed is too overbearing. If we let it develop, it won't be long before there is still room for my Taoist sect."

"It is a last resort to do statistics without Dao Dao. If Hong Shaobao is unwilling to participate, we will not force him to do so, but there is no need to do so."

"snort."

Hong Xuanji hummed softly, glanced at everyone with lightning eyes, turned around and left, very simply.

The remaining people looked at each other in confusion after he left.

Xiao Anran, who was furious just now, now said gloomily: "This sanctimonious hypocrite has no intention of making any move, and I don't know what he is planning."

"He left so simply because he must have been afraid of Sect Leader Ji and the Queen."

Ji Changyue, the leader of Zhengdao Sect, had won the first prize in his youth and was also a great leader in literature and art, with a very powerful influence.

His biological sister is the current queen of Daqian.

Zhang Boheng sighed: "Well, everyone has his own ambitions. Hong Shaobao is an extraordinary person. He must have his own plans."

"Hmph, I'm afraid he doesn't even know how scary that Chen Pi is!"

"I want to take a closer look at how Hong Xuanji will be humiliated by his son during the crowning ceremony!"

…

A few days later.

"when!"

"when!"……

That day, five bells rang in succession over the imperial city.

Everyone in Yujing City knows that this is a grand ceremony held by the imperial court

The bell rings five times, the palace gates are opened, officials and ministers are welcomed, and celebrities and distinguished guests from all over the world are received.

The gate of the imperial city was open, and hundreds of civil and military officials, including princes and dignitaries, lined up in long queues in order of rank, and slowly entered through the palace gate.

Sometimes there are cars and horses rattling.

It was a prince, a first-class prince, or someone who had extraordinary achievements in the world, so he was given the supreme honor of being able to ride a horse in the imperial city and drive a carriage on the imperial road.
Chapter completed!