"Very good, that's it!"

Fang Ming thought a few times and had made a key choice to determine the fate of the two countries.

The monks of Tianlong Temple were selected to spread new Buddhism and promote the belief of localized Buddhas. They were the pioneers of cultural invasion and paved the way for the subsequent economic colonization.

After the local beliefs of the two countries are destroyed, even if these two countries are not considered to be destroyed, they are not far apart.

"Well, this is a big event, and it is also a foundation that will never be achieved. You need to slowly plan and plan carefully..."

Fang Ming should do this, so it should not be too ugly, so it still takes time to prepare.

"Speaking of this, Jiumozhi is a well-known eloquent and eloquent person who has a lotus flower on his tongue. Tibetan Buddhism is a unique and wonderful way of helping him. Of course, the premise is to conquer it first!"

Tubo is not a good person either.

The Tubo king was a man of ambition. Since Fang Ming ascended the throne, he has arranged heavy troops on the northwest border and defended against Tubo!

Although Fang Ming had made heavy blows before, he used all the Imperial Army, Shence, and the Northwest Legion. He also left the Imperial Guards, targeting the Tubo fisherman who benefited.

At this time, Tubo was descended from the king and everyone believed in Buddhism, which was no different from Dali. Jiumozhi was trusted by the king and was named the Dharma King of the Protector. He was respected by the national teacher. If he made any suggestions, the Tubo king would definitely listen.

In other words, if you can conquer Jiumozhi, it will be equivalent to laying a big nail at the highest decision-making level of Tubo. This opportunity must be even if the kings of other countries hear it, they will be very moved.

Faced with the situation of the five countries competing for hegemony, Fang Ming had thought about using the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill and other methods.

Unfortunately, this state machine cannot be easily controlled by one or two people, and the countries at this time were not comparable to those of the Qing Dynasty groups later.

Not to mention, Fang Ming had to poison a Qing court at that time, but now he had to deal with Tubo, Liao, Xixia, and Song dynasty... Even if he had the method of cloning, he might not be too busy.

The most important thing is to get the rightness of the country!

A country that has not been established through bloody rain of swords and guns and has won every battle will always flourish for a moment and will not last long.

If Fang Ming wants to establish a truly prosperous dynasty, he will be able to crush him with his own strength. Other means can only be used as a support at most. If he really relies on it as a trump card, he will be seeking death.

...

It's late at night and people are quiet.

Inside the Dali City VIP Hotel.

The bright moon hangs high, the lake water is as blue as blue, and the camellias around it are even more colorful and blooming.

Jiumozhi naturally lived in the largest and best wing room, and precious sandalwood was lit around him. The smoke was shrouded in the mellow and calm smell came from his mouth and nose, which further highlighted Jiumozhi like a generation of monks.

"Who is the donor? Please come in for a while!"

Jiumozhi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his eyes.

The virtual room produces electricity! His internal strength is profound, and his cultivation has reached this level.

But with a creaking sound, the two doors opened automatically, revealing two dazed men.

These two great men had hideous faces and were tall and broad in body. They were good players of Tubo brought by Jiumozhi. They have always respected him like a sacred immortal and Buddha. Jiumozhi's words are more effective than any imperial edict, and they will not sit idly by and watch others offend others.

But now, the two of them seemed to be dead, ignoring everything from the outside world, and letting a middle-aged man come in slowly.

"It turns out that he is the Lord of Dali. The sword saint of Tiannan Duan has arrived. The little monk is in a hurry to welcome him. Please forgive me!"

Although Jiumozhi had never seen Duan Zhengchun, such an important figure naturally had portraits. There were even several sets of detailed works that specifically collected intelligence. The materials about Duan Zhengchun were piled up with several wooden houses, so he would not admit his mistakes.

When I saw this, although I was respectful and respectful, my heart skipped a beat.

Since he was young, he has had many strange fates. He has a martial arts world-wide skill and is hard to compete with. This time he went into seclusion and practiced hard, and practiced the Tantric magic skill "Flame Knife". He was arrogant and was invincible.

This time I received a secret report and felt that Tubo was quite beneficial, but I came with confidence.

Who knew that several accidents happened one after another.

Dali has a very strong national strength. Previously, it launched two troops to capture cities and plunder land, and won consecutive battles. It has already taken over Jiaozhi and Bagan, and the situation in the southwest has changed drastically. This is one of them!

As the lord of a country, Duan Zhengchun's martial arts skills were so high that he had just come lightly, but he had to be controlled by his subordinates to discover it. The second one!

He originally thought that although the Dali king Duan Zhengchun had high martial arts skills, he was just like this. The so-called "Sword Saint" was just flattering the emperor in the martial arts world, but now it seems that it is very different!

"I don't know what happened to the Lord's night visit?"

Jiumozhi saw that Fang Ming's eyes were warm and moist, and his body was loose, as if he could not know martial arts at all, but he was also impatient. His Buddha heart, which had been tempered for thousands of years, actually trembled when facing the other party, as if he was facing some peerless beast. He also felt that the other party seemed ordinary, but his inspiration suddenly appeared on his body, as if he was connected with the heaven and earth, and his acupoints all over his body seemed to be completely integrated with the surrounding environment, reaching an unpredictable state in the dark, and his heart was even more envious.

"To be honest, I have a problem in my heart, and I am very confused. Please teach me the master!"

Fang Ming sat cross-legged in front of Jiumozhi. The two of them looked at each other and saw their reflections in each other's eyes.

"Speaking!"

Jiumozhi proclaimed the Buddha's name with his hands together, but he felt a little happy. He was unparalleled in his talent and had once killed countless monks and masters, forcing a large number of Tibetan Buddhist monks to surrender, and then he was awarded the title of King of the Great Wheel. He thought that if he could subdue the Dali king this time with Buddhism, it would be a great achievement.

"The master studied the heavenly beings and was proficient in Buddhism. However, he is a common man. He only wanted to ask whether he could be transcended by three thousand Buddhist scriptures?"

“…can you be able to transcend?”

“…Do you detached?”

"……no?"

In the quiet room, the echoes rippled and rippled, and they were deafening and knocked straight into the heart.

“Departure?”

Jiumozhi's eyes were confused. The more eminent monk was, the more cautious he became when he became a demon. Although he was a "martial arts barrier", he was also disappointed and confused about immortality in his heart, so he turned to his martial arts diligently.

At this time, Fang Ming was shocked by the sound of asking the Tao, his face was stunned and his eyes became more and more lost.

Fang Ming was fully focused, and a ray of light seemed to appear in his eyes, which was clearly visible, and it pierced straight into Jiumozhi's eyes like a sharp sword.

As Fang Ming invaded, Jiumozhi's face became quite strange, as if he was afraid, panic, and pain. He smiled in an instant, as if he had received great relief and great bliss.

However, this vision lasted for a moment, and Jiumozhi woke up.

"A evil man, how dare you harm me with demonic magic?"

He sprayed a blood arrow from his mouth, and he quickly retreated, and in an instant he retreated three or four feet away.

It was not until he saw Fang Ming not chasing that he breathed a sigh of relief. The cold sweat on his forehead fell, his chest was undulating, and his breathing was rapid, and he was extremely afraid.

"It's a pity... I'm not a master after all!"

Fang Ming turned his head and avoided Jiumozhi's blood arrow, but sighed and slowly stood up.

He just now used the method of sound attack, using the soul-capturing demon sound to penetrate the ears, causing the mind to emerge from Jiumozhi's mind, and then used the method of spirituality to prepare to create the six realms of reincarnation and the worlds of the heavens in Jiumozhi's consciousness, and even asked him to experience the original plot of the Tianlong Ba Division again to see if this monk would have great enlightenment.

Who knew that he had overestimated himself and built the world with his spirit in the other party's consciousness was extremely terrifying. He was not a master, and the huge consumption finally made Jiumozhi wake up for a moment.

Jiumozhi also seized the opportunity, bit his tongue, and escaped from the sea of ​​suffering with severe pain, and escaped the fate of being manipulated by Fang Ming.

The spiritual method failed, and Fang Ming also suffered a little backlash.

However, his current realm is only half a step away from the Grandmaster, but his mind is slightly dizzy and he is fine.

"Sage Duan Jiansheng, you have harmed the young monk for no reason, but you want to provoke a dispute between Dali and Tubo?"

Jiumozhi's tongue was shorter, and he couldn't help but speak clearly, just like a drunk man holding his tongue, but his words were still extremely sharp and pointed directly at the key point.

"What is a mere Tubo country?"

Fang Ming smiled, and then he had a little confusion on his face: "I see, when you flew back, you were surging with the smell of Shaolin... Did Murong Bo give you the secret book of seventy-two unique skills, or did you stolen it yourself?"

Jiumozhi was shocked again. It was extremely hidden for him to obtain the Shaolin secret book. He was about to rely on the magical martial arts above to stir up the wind and rain. He even picked the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts such as the Shaolin Beggars' Sect, which was very beneficial to him. Who knew that it was not good for him to go to the army, and he was seen as soon as he saw Duan Zhengchun.

"Wrong, Shaolin's unique skills were passed down from the Indian Dharma. The seventy-two unique skills were circulated in the local area. The little monk learned from the source, how could he steal theft?"

Jiumozhi's eyes flashed, but he refused to admit his conviction to Fang Ming: "Today I will see the charm of Tiannan Sword Saint, I am very happy. I will ask for advice another day!"

His words were explicitly praising Fang Ming, but in fact they were accusing Fang Ming of his sudden conspiracy and his behavior as a hero.

At this time, he bowed his hand to the courtesy, but he secretly used the Wuxiangjie finger and shot three shots at Fang Ming.

"Isn't the national teacher also a despicable villain who attacked the enemy? Haha..."

Who knew that the three fingers passed and it turned out to be like a mud cow entering the sea. Fang Ming laughed: "I was just happy to see the hunt before, and I wanted to try my own spiritual method. If I start a competition, if the national master can walk through my hand and let you go today, so what if I can let you go?"

"This is true?"
Chapter completed!