After the grand court meeting was over, Lu Fu and Lu Yu went straight back to Baimafang.

On the way, Lu Yi asked Lu Yu: "Is it certain that the great prime minister and his army will be defeated?"

Lu Yu nodded and replied to Lu Yi: "They will definitely lose."

Lu Yu nodded without saying anything.

This is a 'great battle' initiated and inaugurated by the Mahavira Temple, with the three sects, three temples and three monasteries of Buddhism joining forces.

What we are fighting for is the fortune of Dayin.

What we are fighting for is the inspiration of heaven and earth.

What we are fighting for is the great path to immortality.

What we are fighting for is the chance of longevity.

In the ancient times, the spiritual power of this world was shattered, the path to immortality was cut off, and no one could live forever anymore.

But now, the power that shattered the spiritual world of heaven and earth in this world has disappeared. Heaven and earth have sensed it, and their spiritual energy is slowly recovering - you can imagine this world as a giant beast, which, after suffering a severe blow that almost cut it in two, is now regaining vitality and its wounds are healing on their own.

However, if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovers on its own, and it wants to return to the weather in ancient times so that cultivators can fly and live forever, wouldn't it take millions of years?

The three sects, three temples, three Zen monasteries, and even the two religions of Demon and Taoism are not equal.

Those elders in their sect who have reached the limit of their lifespan but still want to live cannot wait.

So, after flipping through countless piles of old papers, they finally found a feasible method to speed up the recovery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and thus came the secret agreement among the three religions, allowing the disciples to use their own methods and compete fairly to repair the sky with "man".

He started a raging war to seize the fortune of Dayin, and let his disciples become gods through incense and worship, thus mending the way of heaven with "human gods".

To put it inappropriately, it can be seen as turning the disciples into 'Band-Aids', which are applied one by one to the wounds of the giant beast of heaven and earth, promoting its healing and thus giving rise to more spiritual ideas of heaven and earth.

The heaven and earth are sensitive and spiritual. The more deities one obtains through "burning incense to confer gods", the higher and more important the deities one obtains. The greater the benefit the sect behind the sect will get, and the elders of the sect will have a chance of immortality.

The era in which Dayin lived was an era when martial arts were extremely declining.

A group of immortal sects that have been struggling to survive since the ancient times have awakened from their slumber, like zombie mummies that have not decayed for thousands of years, and extended their old, decayed but still powerful hands into this recovering world.

Use the immortal way to reduce the dimension and crush the martial arts.

Anyone who dares to block their path to immortality will die.

"My Buddhist sect has the advantage." After running for a long time with a large group of personal guards, Lu Yu suddenly remembered something and nodded to Lu Yu with a smile: "The secret agreement of the three religions must be made by my Buddhist sect first. After one year, they can officially launch it."

"In this year, our Buddhist sect will definitely be the most powerful one and will have no rivals."

"This is only natural... In order to investigate the place where the spiritual power of heaven and earth collapsed and the truth behind the dissipation of the destructive force, our Buddhist sect lost a disciple with the aura of a true Buddha. Since the two sects have failed to clear their suspicion, they must give us some time."

'We have lost a Buddhist who embodies the true Buddha'?

Dare to say such words... Lu Yi couldn't help but be fascinated. How amazing the cultivation level of that so-called disciple of Buddha must be?

At the same time, in the lobby of the Ministry of War.

The ministers of culture and education worked with unprecedented efficiency, and all the officials in the entire cultural and educational system worked hysterically.

The rebellion in Anping Prefecture, the anger of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, the General, and the possible punishment were all forgotten for the time being.

Zhu Chong and others were extremely angry at this moment.

Those rebellious mobs suddenly launched an uprising, and the clansmen of the Six Saints, Nineteen Sages, and Sixty-three Da Wenjiao families who had been settled in Anping Prefecture suffered heavy casualties. More than 20,000 direct and collateral descendants of each family were killed.

Especially in Changping County, where the outbreak first occurred, nearly 100,000 members of the Zhuge clan who were settled in Changping County were all killed tragically without exception.

Those lowly peasants, how dare they? How could they?

The members of the cultural and educational families are so precious and noble. They are all the "seeds of gentlemen" and the "reserve of the country"!

Zhu Chong personally sat in the Ministry of War and urged all government offices to operate at full capacity.

In the armory, there were mountains of fine armor, bows and crossbows, weapons, and all kinds of equipment were transported out one cart after another.

The City Defense Army Headquarters, which was established with the efforts of the Minister of Culture and Education and was completely controlled by them, was filled with kites flying all over the sky and countless orders were being sent in all directions at a rapid pace.

In the city of Haojing, in the markets and in the city defense army camps, elite soldiers whose cultivation had reached the Peiyuan realm or above were selected and rushed to the city defense army's headquarters in groups to report for duty.

In today's world, martial arts are declining. Soldiers in the army who can enter the Peiyuan realm are first-class elite soldiers. In the military camp of each market town, the number of such soldiers is no more than one or two thousand.

They have superior combat power, and the equipment and weapons they are equipped with, as well as the food and salary they enjoy, are more than ten times that of ordinary soldiers.

The Ministry of Revenue's warehouse was opened, and mountains of grain, copper coins, silver ingots, etc. were transported out like flowing water.

The government offices in various markets visited the heads of various business houses and chambers of commerce with great fanfare, and forcefully levied their vehicles, livestock, cargo ships, porters, etc., to serve as the military transport teams and carry food and fodder for the army.
In the lobby of the Ministry of War, Dayin's Minister of War, Moro Xiu, took a roll of official documents and walked lightly to Zhu Chong's side.

Moro Xiu, a native of Youzhou in the west of Dayin, was not from a family of the six saints, nineteen sages and sixty-three sages. He had curly hair, a full beard, and a sturdy and powerful figure, like a desert lion, with an imposing aura.

He was the son of a local king in Western Youzhou. He traveled to Haojing to study and gradually became friends with various cultural and educational figures.

The Ministry of War is the only powerful government office that controls the military, apart from the General's Office. It is the sword held by the ministers of culture and education.

Among the cultural and educational parties, no one wanted others to control this key department. After much coordination and weighing, Moro Xiu unexpectedly rose to the top overnight and easily sat on the throne of the Minister of War.

This happened more than 20 years ago.

Mo Luoxiu took the document and handed it to Zhu Chong, whispering: "The vanguard army is led by Zhuge Li, and 100,000 brave soldiers from Peiyuan Realm will be selected from each camp to form the vanguard camp...but the number reported to the Queen Mother and the Emperor is 600,000."

Mo Luoxiu smiled and said, "Please give instructions to the Prime Minister for the other 500,000 brave soldiers, including their weapons, armor, food, and war horses."

Zhu Chong narrowed his eyes and waved his hand: "Just follow the rules. Keep the accounts stable."

Moro Xiu smiled and walked to the Minister of Revenue Cui Wubu with the official documents. The two of them whispered to each other.

To keep the accounts stable, the full support of the Minister of Revenue is naturally indispensable. Moreover, the division of interests in the military equipment, armor, food, wages and horses of an army of 500,000 must also be considered carefully.

After all, there was a great chaos in Anping Prefecture, and people died in every household. If they cannot make up for it with money and grain, how can the heads of each household be at peace?

As for whether he could put down the rebellion in Anping Prefecture after embezzling food and money...

How could a mere peasant like him turn the world upside down?

A shrill cry was heard, and Zhuge Li, dressed in white mourning clothes and with eyes as red as two peaches, rushed into the hall, crawling and tumbling. He cried and threw himself in front of Zhu Chong, hugging Zhu Chong's calves with both hands.

"Prime Minister, Uncle, my father died so tragically, so tragically!"

News from Anping Prefecture continued to be transmitted back to Haojing. Naturally, the news that Zhuge Lu was killed by the rioters and his body was boiled into a pot of broth and fed to wild dogs also spread back.

My own father was boiled into soup!

Zhuge Li was so angry that he wished he could fly to Anping Prefecture and kill all the rioters.

A hint of anger also appeared on Zhu Chong's face.

Zhuge Lu was able to become the head of the Zhuge family in Anping Prefecture, and he and Zhu Chong were also close friends for many years.

My old friend was boiled into a pot of broth... How cruel, how brutal and bloody!

"Don't cry, stand up straight." Zhu Chong gently patted Zhuge Li's shoulder: "You will be the vanguard, remember, don't enter Anping Prefecture. Your only mission is to strangle the only way out of Anping Prefecture to Gaojing."

"Not a single rioter is allowed to set foot outside Anping Prefecture."

"The city defense army will then mobilize a large army to quell the rebellion. Your only mission is to guard the passage from Anping Prefecture to Gaojing. Once the army arrives, they will be dead without a burial place."

Low footsteps were heard, and Zhu Song, dressed in black and with a pale face, walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Lier, as the vanguard general, please help your uncle again!"

Zhu Song smiled and nodded to Zhu Chong: "Brother, thank you for helping me with the official document!"

Zhu Chong closed his eyes tightly and said solemnly, "What a pity. Bai Changkong has good means. Most of the Six Saints and Nineteen Sages believe that he can become the Sixty-fourth... What a pity. Then, let's do it to the extreme. After all, it's impossible to marry him, and I don't want to be his enemy, so I can only destroy his family."

Bai Changkong, whose family was judged by Zhu Chong to be destroyed, was now standing at the gate of the Bai family mansion.

Bai Changkong has been on sick leave these days, and he didn't even attend the grand court meeting this morning.

The Empress Dowager and the Emperor did not take Bai Changkong's absence from the grand court meeting to heart - he was just the vice-chancellor of the Imperial College, could you really expect him to carry a gun and a knife to Anping Prefecture to fight with others?

Drops of rain fell from the sky, and a simple carriage was pulled by a donkey with a white mouth. The driver was a slender, tall, handsome young man with a bit of feminine appearance and a very romantic and literary demeanor.

The carriage stopped in front of Bai Changkong.

A handsome young man in coarse cloth jumped out of the car and gently opened the door.

A woman who was also wearing coarse cloth and had a simple wooden hairpin in her hair, but no other ornaments on her body, walked out lightly.

The woman's clothes were simple, but she was as beautiful as a peony.

The two young eunuchs who were squatting across the street from the Bai family's main gate, openly monitoring the Bai family's every move, were drooling.

The twenty or so guards and underground ghosts who followed them looked at the woman with inexplicably red faces and bent over in embarrassment.

"Sister-in-law, you must have come all the way here for a long time. Don't worry, when you come to my place, you are at home."

Bai Changkong nodded to the woman, then he looked at the handsome young man standing next to her: "This is Xiaotian, right? He is indeed a handsome man, worthy of being a son of the Bai family."

Nodding, Bai Changkong pointed at the young eunuch across the street and said sternly: "Go tell the leader of your eunuch party that my distant cousin died of a sudden illness, and my sister-in-law brought my cousin to seek refuge with me."

The young eunuch, a group of guards, and local ghosts were all dumbfounded.