Zijin Mountain is located outside Jiankang City. Its mountain is steep and majestic as a dragon.

There seemed to be drizzle in the sky, but it could not stop the fierce competition in Jiankang City behind it.

Fang Ming slowly walked up the mountain road, with bamboo forests winding, winding paths, quiet and natural, almost forgot about everything.

He seemed to have forgotten the beacon fire in Jiankang City behind him. Every step he took, his aura became more and more natural, and he was sent to the mountains and rivers, almost integrating with this nature.

"call……"

At this moment, he seemed to feel the excitement of his Yang Shen and couldn't help but touch his eyebrows.

‘God is the one who carries it for himself. If I put aside everything, I will send my love to the mountains and rivers all day long, adjust the plain piano, read the golden scriptures, and work hard without the silk and bamboo desks, I may be able to recover it in a few decades…’

This was a stupid solution he came up with for his Yang Shen, but until now, he believed that this plan was very feasible.

"Anyway, Yang Jian left behind a wealthy family. Even if Yang Guang, a prodigal son, squandered his life, I would have to stay dormant for 30 years, which is enough..."

Fang Ming walked in a stroll, and after turning a corner, the entire space suddenly expanded to infinite. It turned out that the edge of the cliff was at the end of the road. Not only could you overlook the mountains and rivers, but you could also look at Jiankang City not far away.

Under the drizzle, in this picturesque beautiful scenery, Fan Qinghui, dressed in Confucian men's clothing, stood tall on the edge of the cliff, as if overlooking the endless earth stretching under the cliff.

"Fairy Fan, we're meeting again!"

Fang Ming came to Fan Qinghui and looked down at the endless beautiful scenery with her.

Fan Qinghui sighed softly, and the slender and beautiful jade fingers in the depths pointed to Jiankang City, which was caught in the beacon fire not far away. He said in a tone full of sadness and national sorrow: "Since the Southern Dynasties, Jiankang has been a place of war, changed hands several times, causing exhaustion to the people, business is depressed, there is no smoke for thousands of miles, hunger and cold currents are falling, filling each other with ravines. In addition, Brother Song knows what we are missing?"

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back and smiled indifferently: "Is the fairy sad for the past hundreds of years of history in Jiankang City?"

"Brother Song seems to have a lot of separation from Qing Huisheng!"

Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyes seemed to look into Fang Ming's heart, and whispered: "The rise and fall of ancient and modern times, and look at Jiankang City... This city almost represents the entire southern culture and economy... During the Southern Dynasties, there were more than 480 Buddhist temples... and there were also the old Wang Xie, the romantic and legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties..."

Her voice, like the sound of the heavenly sounds, tells the rise and fall of Jiankang in detail, seems to flash past the past thousand years of history, and the feeling is both sad and touching.

The raindrops gently scattered on the two of them.

In the hazy mountain rain, Fan Qinghui seemed to be a sympathetic figure with a great compassionate heart of the Bodhisattva, determined to find the true emperor to save the people and the great feelings of being in dire straits.

Fang Ming almost spit out an old blood.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and so many towers in the mist and rain.

The ancient poem says that there are more than 400 Buddhist temples on the edge of Jiankang City, and later scholars inspected the Jiankang Buddhist temples for more than 700. In their previous lives, scholars sorted out the information and found that during the Southern Dynasties, there were only two hundred Buddhist temples on the edge of Jiankang in which they had famous names and surnames!

From this point of view, if the two sides add up and fold in half, more than 400 Buddhist temples will not be able to escape!

How many monks in so many Buddhist temples should support? How much land does it have to be sent to your name to evade taxes?

You should know that ancient temple properties were not taxed!

Not only does not collect taxes, but a large number of high-ranking officials donated every year, and even made a joke that the emperor had "been monks" and asked the court to pay for "redemption"!

Such a rich oil naturally feeds a large number of monks who do nothing every day and only know how to practice martial arts!

When the world is in chaos, these temples are the largest landlords around them, and some have food, becoming an important force that determines the true destiny of the emperor.

Fan Qinghui, is Shi Feixuan crazy when he chooses the true emperor?

No! With the support of Buddhist temples all over the world, they really have this ability! They are so talented and have enough food!

And after the true destiny emperor they supported ascended the throne, would he feel embarrassed to not worship Buddha? Will he open the door to convenience for all the masters?

In this way, if you save more in peacetime, when you come out to choose the true emperor in troubled times, your power will grow bigger and bigger as if it is snowballed.

Although I met several masters who ate raw rice and insisted on destroying the Buddha, they ended up cutting off the branches and leaves. The ending of these emperors who destroyed the Buddha was not very good, which shows that!

It can be said that a large part of the decline of the Southern Dynasty was dragged down by these Buddhist temples!

Now, Fan Qinghui is actually embarrassed to add Buddhist temples as a kind of culture to the history of Jiankang, feeling sad for its loss and damage. How shameless it is!!! It is simply outrageous!!!

"So... Fairy Fan wants me to put some effort into saving the South?"

Fang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"Yang Jian is the Lord of Destiny. If Song Que can assist him in unifying the south, it will be the welfare of all people in the world! And now, since the Chen Dynasty has been destroyed, the Song family in Lingnan can still be the chariot? Song Que, even if you don't serve the people in the world, you should consider the way to protect your own family..."

Fan Qinghui said earnestly, and suddenly untied a long sword on her back.

"Yes! This is a famous knife I owe you last time!"

Fang Ming reached out to take it. The knife was very light, as if it was as light as a feather. He was surprised and pulled out his sheath, and suddenly his eyes were filled with a layer of blue light.

"Good knife!"

Fang Ming looked closely and saw that the knife was as thin as silk, as gentle and clever as feathers, and its blue crystal light was oozing out. It was so fast that it was not witnessed. He must not believe that there was such a treasure in the world. The blade had a beautiful curve, like a lovely beauty.

"This knife is called 'Narcissus'. When Qinghui saw it for the first time, she thought it was very suitable for Brother Song!"

Fan Qinghui pursed her lips and smiled: "This treasure was originally treasured by the Chen Dynasty's treasury, and Qinghui happened to borrow flowers and offer it to Buddha!"

"Song Que remembers the virtue of Qinghui's sword gift!"

Fang Ming used his finger to snake the knife and made a dragon roar: "And Song can also give you an answer now!"

He stood with a knife, the daffodil sword vibrated and roared. The sound of Qingyue went straight into the sky, the blue meaning was soaring, and the sword energy increased, reflecting Fan Qinghui's discolored pretty face.

"That's...no!"

Fang Ming's voice was firm: "My Song family is the Han family. If you give up, it will be a fatal blow to the Han Dynasty who adhere to the Han Dynasty's tradition in this fashion. What's more, Song is also a Han Chinese, and he is really unsatisfied with Hu Hua's style and has let down the fairy's love..."

Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyes seemed to have a sad look: "You finally made such a choice... Once the army arrives, how can you finish your eggs when the nest is destroyed... Do you want to teach others to worry so much..."

"Haha... A real man is born in the world and should do something, not do something!"

Fang Ming turned around and left, and was so carefree: "Song still wanted to turn back to Lingnan and arrange the methods to deal with the Sui army, so that the fairy would not delay..."

...

Fang Ming came very slowly, but walked very fast.

This woman Fan Qinghui has an extremely effective and spiritual sense. Since she has regarded him as a stumbling block to the unification of God of Destiny, she will definitely use all means to suppress him next.

Fang Ming did not regret this breakup of facts.

After all, if he really did what Fan Qinghui said, he would really lose the chess piece in his hand and completely lose the initiative in the future chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty.

If he really wanted the relationship to break up, he would have already told the "Shishi" and "Destroying Buddha" and the four great monks would have to come to him the next day.

Therefore, in Fang Ming's view, the current situation is still a special kind of "virtuous and imprisoned snake".

Fan Qinghui thought he would be defeated under the Sui army, but Fang Ming had enough confidence in himself.

After several great victories that caused the Sui Dynasty to suffer, the intermediary must have Fan Qinghui.

Fang Ming had a faint eyes, his mind had made up his mind, his eyes were clear, and he seemed to have seen clearly what would happen in the future.

"The Sui Dynasty, the Buddhist sect represented by Fan Qinghui, and the demon sect power of Shi Zhixuan... Will I have to pick three in the future? It's really... interesting!!!"

The unification of the Sui Dynasty was the general trend.

In this historical trend, the difficulties that need to face to go against the current and maintain the independence of the Lingnan Song family are not enough to be fully explained by a few words.

But Fang Ming has confidence in himself!

In the original work, he will never be worse than him.

"The current top priority is to turn back to Lingnan as soon as possible and practice the army. It is necessary to defeat the Sui army, otherwise everything will be stopped..."

Fang Ming was about to catch up with Song Zhi and others, but his heart suddenly moved.

He opened his spirit and suddenly caught a mysterious demonic aura.

"This feeling?"

He sneered in his heart, but he still kept his speed.

"snort!"

A delicate woman's hum suddenly came. The skill of being able to send the sound into his ears as he speeded was definitely at a stunning level.

Fang Ming's figure suddenly stopped and suddenly laughed, "But Sister Zhu Yuyan of the Yingui Sect?"

"Why are you calling her eldest sister? Are she very old?"

A voice that seemed infinitely resentful, and under the swaying shadows of the trees, there was a woman with plain and elegant clothes, graceful and slender figure, and elegant eyebrows and incompetent eyes.

Just standing there quietly, she felt an endless viewing feeling, and was filled with extremely subtle temptation.

More importantly, there is no evil spirit on her beautiful face, which makes it impossible to connect her with the Demon Sect.

At this time, Zhu Yuyan's autumn-like eyes glanced at Fang Ming with a faint anger, and her delicate voice was filled with infinite temptation, enough to make any man's heart ripples.

"It's bloody! Although the eldest sister is no less than a girl in the double decade, Mr. Song knows that you are at least thirty years old and you can even make a living with your daughter!"

Fang Ming laughed: "Does Yuyan come this time to avenge her husband Yueshan? Or do she duel with Fan Qinghui?" (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!