"Ancestor, do we really do nothing......

Shanhaiguan, Fuquan respectfully accompanied Xiaozhuang, looked at the Central Plains intelligence sent in front of Xiaozhuang, and asked cautiously.

This is a letter of information from the Confucian family, which only says a few things, first of all, the Confucian family has transferred the remaining contradictions against the Manchus in the Central Plains to the contradictions against Ning Buqi, the evil demon, and then, the Confucian family gathered the martial arts in the Central Plains and sent Ning Buqi to kill, cleaning up the small troubles of controlling the country for the Manchus.

In the end, the Confucian family planned to drive public opinion to deter Taoism and strengthen Buddhism a little, so that the imperial court could better drive Buddhism and Taoism in the future.

Several things, each of which is not a trivial matter, whether it is the difficulty of completing it, or the power that will be held in the hands when doing these things is also scary.

This is also the reason why Fuquan originally knew that Kangxi was dead, and he waited carefully after Xiaozhuang came, and he couldn't help but speak at this time.

Listening to Fuquan's question, Xiaozhuang's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness and glanced at Fuquan.

Later generations recorded that Fuquan was a steady, indisputable, and filial virtuous king, and the eight virtuous kings of the Song Dynasty, but in fact, if Fuquan was really so perfect, he was not like the eight virtuous kings who were the nephews of the current emperor, as the second prince, or the second prince of the dead eldest brother, how could he not sit in that supreme position.

The reason is very simple, under Fuquan's seemingly humble and obedient appearance, there is a domineering that is not inferior to his great-grandfather Huang Taiji, compared to Xuanye, Fuquan is more difficult to control, so Xiaozhuang did not hesitate to choose to help Xuanye take the throne after Shunzhi's death, instead of Fuquan.

"Think about why we were able to defeat the Han people in the first place, think calmly, instead of saying like Manchurian iron cavalry is invincible with a big mouth......"

Xiaozhuang glanced at Fuquan coldly, snorted coldly, and spoke.

Fuquan is certainly difficult to control, but now she has no choice, unless she is willing to watch the Manchu Qing split because of the competition for that position, otherwise, she can only help Fuquan to ascend, but she will also find a way to tame Fuquan, at least, before she can't govern, Fuquan will not swell.

"Ning Buqi, you killed the king for the top martial arts secrets collected by various factions in the palace library, and even disregarded the common people to smash the dragon qi of Kyushu, and not long ago you did the evil thing of slaughtering the people, which can be described as a great crime...... Today, Lao Wei and many righteous people in the rivers and lakes want to eliminate harm for the people......"

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Hao Cong looked at the appearance of Ning Buqi and Gui Xinshu with a calm face, and then scolded coldly.

The old monk's face at the moment was calm like water, these words, he actually mostly recited them, today, he had already seen his master before he came here, the previous abbot Fu Difficult, the latter only asked him a sentence, if he died, even Shaolin Mountain experienced a catastrophe, but he could strengthen Shaolin, strengthen Buddhism, is he willing.

At that time, he was hesitant to face this problem, but when Fu Nan slowly told him about the struggle of Buddhism for nearly a thousand years, and it seemed that there were mutual wins and losses on the surface, but in fact, Buddhism had been suppressed, and Hao Cong finally decided to go to hell and seek the growth of Buddhism.

"Fellow Jianghu people, today, let the Zen sound of Shaomu Mountain be strong for us, and eradicate this evil demon that is causing trouble to the rivers and lakes......"

At the end of the scolding, the voice of Hao Cong slammed into a fight, spreading out like thunder on a sunny day, and far away, on the Shaomu Mountain, a low Zen sound began to sound.

It's just that this Zen sound is different from the previous Buddhist Zen sound, and there is no sense of serenity and tranquility at all, but with a kind of King Kong angry hideousness.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the eyes of many people in the rivers and lakes began to turn blood-red.

They will stay here, naturally not because they don't know how terrible Ning Buqi is, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and which sect can survive is simple.

The reason why they chose to stay here was because Hao Cong told them intentionally or unintentionally that even if they couldn't fight, they would have to fight, otherwise, the major factions would be shameless in the future.

It's just that at this moment, when the Zen sound on Shaomuro Mountain sounded, these people in the rivers and lakes completely forgot the so-called words such as having a fight and taking a scene.

Countless of these days, he occasionally fantasized about it, and then the thoughts that he could barely restrain began to emerge.

Killing Ning Buqi, strengthening the prestige of the sect, and dying in the matter of killing Ning Buqi, adding respectable deeds to the sect......

Kill Ning Buqi and get back the sect's cheats, even the cheats of other sects.

............

These once-fanciful thoughts began to appear continuously, and then, the eyes of the masters of these major sects slowly turned red, and the fear generated after knowing Ning Buqi's strength through various information began to dissipate.

A pair of eyes began to turn bloody.

"Kill Ning Buqi and get the secret ...... of the dragon vein"

"I can't let him pass on the cheats of my faction............"

"Let's go together, kill him, everyone's sect will become famous all over the world, and everyone will share the cheats together............"

........................

Very terrifying, very hideous eyes, but there was not the slightest loss in those eyes, these people's minds were still sober, with an extremely sober tone, sentence by sentence sounded.

Buddhism, there is no such Confucian means as a hundred calls, but Buddhism also has a similar means, a kind of means that seems to be more gentle than one call and a hundred responses, and does not deprive others of their sanity, but in fact it is more terrifying, and infinitely magnifies a certain thought in people's hearts.

"Kill ......"

A deep voice roared out of Hao Cong's mouth, he saw that the masters of the major factions were wrong, and he also understood that it was his master's move.

It's just that at this moment, he took the initiative to rush out, not because he felt guilty, but because he clearly knew that if a large number of masters died in the major factions, or even the elders and the like, then he had to die on the Shaolin side, otherwise, even if Shaolin Mountain was razed to the ground, as long as he didn't die, the major factions would hate Shaolin.

"Crazy, all crazy......"

Gui Xinshu looked at him sluggishly, and Hao Cong rushed towards Ning Buqi frantically with the masters of the major factions, shouting again, crazy, this is just two or three days away, he doesn't know how many times he has shouted the word.

"They weren't crazy, but they were drawn out of their deepest desires......"

Ning Buqi shook his head slowly, and looked at Shaomu Mountain indifferently, these were just small shrimps in front of him, he clearly knew that the really powerful character was Shaomu Mountain, the existence that had just recited the Zen sound that had been clearly transmitted here.

"Ignore these people, follow me up the mountain, and then, help me guard the Scripture Pavilion......"

Ning Buqi withdrew his gaze from Shaomuro Mountain, and then walked forward.