Chapter 327 Announce to the world, the semi-saint welcomes guests!
“A hundred families are meeting together, and there are so many eyes watching!”

“If Marquis Jing’an was really petty, he wouldn’t be as powerful as he is today.”

“Besides, the Marquis of Jing’an is ruthless to his enemies, but he is very caring towards his allies.”

“I heard that the Half-Saint of the Fa School had taken action twice, and he had no less than five Half-Saint treasures in his hand.”

“My Yin-Yang family has prepared generous gifts and asked us to put more effort into the attack on India.”

“If it’s done well, it will also be a chance for my Yin Yang family to rise!”

Another half-saint from the Yin-Yang family spoke.

Tang Jianwen, a half-sage of the Legalists, was a rather old-fashioned person, but he had one thing in common: he was grateful and repaying kindness.

He followed Jia Cong into battle several times and was given a large amount of spoils.

No matter what Jia Cong was thinking, Mr. Jianwen felt uneasy.

At this moment, he wished that everyone in the world would know how generous Jia Cong was in treating his allies.

Moreover, before the great battle even began, beings of the fifth realm had already fallen frequently.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is no method of prolonging life in the Confucian and Taoist systems, and the shortcoming of the shortage of masters has been clearly exposed.

After Beikong and Mohism were conquered, they were basically eliminated in advance.

Therefore, the Yin-Yang School had to find another way. If they could not seize the great opportunity, it would be better to bet on it and share some of the benefits than to miss it.

“Just follow what the ancestor said, but how many people should my Yin Yang family send this time?”

Upon hearing this, Zou Minghua, the new leader of the Yin-Yang family, also understood the interests involved here and asked.

“Chief, you are in charge of the Yin-Yang family and you must not leave easily.”

“This time, I will lead the four great scholars of Yin Yang to the meeting!”

Soon, everyone from the Yin-Yang family went forward to make their own preparations.

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Jiangxi
Jianchang Prefecture

There was a lot of smoke rising from the small village, with only about thirty households.

It is far away from the county town and the provincial capital, and no outsiders have ever set foot here except for the tax collectors from the imperial court who come once a year.

However, the arrival of an outsider today broke the peace of this small village.

“I didn’t expect that a descendant of the Most Holy Saint, a late-stage Half-Saint, would hide in this small village like a turtle.”

A monk in a yellow robe walked to the outside of an inconspicuous courtyard.

He stared at the middle-aged farmer who was weaving bamboo strips in the yard for a long time, and then spoke lightly.

“Who are you?”

The middle-aged farmer raised his head. Although he was still wearing patched and tattered linen clothes, his back was straight.

But suddenly there was an inexplicable attitude.

No one else!

It was the only remaining semi-saint in Beikong, Kong Siming!

His strength has reached the late fifth realm!
“Amitabha!”

“My name is Mangmang, nice to meet you, Master Kong!”

The bald monk raised his left hand and chanted a Buddhist name.

The right arm, seemingly intact, hung limply.

“A bald monk?”

“I’ve heard of you!”

“The Great Illusion…”

“I didn’t expect that some of you are still alive. According to the records of our ancestors, the Grand Illusionary Realm was…”

Kong Siming took a deep look at the bald monk and chuckled.

Just as he was about to tell the bald monk’s origins, he thought of something and stopped talking halfway.

He bent down again and started weaving bamboo strips, returning to his ordinary farmer appearance.

“Tell me, why did you come to me?”

“The Kong family has been passed down for countless years, but it has suffered such a catastrophe. It is really sad.”

“I came here to help you get revenge!”

The bald monk didn’t care about Kong Siming’s cold attitude and continued talking to himself.

“Help me to avenge yourself? How is your Grand Illusionary Realm any better than my Kong Family? You are like a stray dog, and you can’t even enter this world…”

“I have found the treasure of my ancestors. I just need to wait for the restrictions of this world to be lifted. I can avenge any grudges in a snap!”

……

“Master Kong, please do not worry about the affairs of the Great Illusionary Realm.”

“In the past, Confucius, with the strength of the peak of the sixth level saint, was blocked by heaven and earth, and his way forward was cut off. He was unable to transcend, and was honored as the Supreme Saint!”

“Therefore, I wrote the book of Spring and Autumn, which contains profound mysteries and is passed down to future generations, hoping that future generations will be able to open the door to the seventh realm for Confucianism one day.”

“But if it was so easy to avenge the Kong family, why did you wait until now?”

“A great opportunity has arrived, and the restrictions of heaven and earth are gradually being lifted. The Kong family is left with only the layman. Even if he breaks through to the peak of the fifth realm, what does it matter?”

“How do you know that there is no old monster at the peak of the fifth realm hidden in the Luotian Sect behind Jia Cong’s waiter?”

Although Kong Siming did not say anything at this point, the bald monk keenly noticed that the other party’s hands that were weaving the bamboo strips trembled slightly.

So he continued.

“The layman’s current hidden identity should have been arranged when the dynasty changed a hundred years ago.”

“Although it can still be hidden now, the temple that Jia Cong built for refining Taoist soldiers is expanding every day. It won’t be long before it expands to this small fishing village.”

“How long can the layman hide until then?”

“There is one more thing that Mr. Kong may not know yet.”

“Just half a month ago, the Mo family’s mechanical city was breached by Jia Cong’s son, and Mo Wen died in the battle. The only Mo family semi-saint left is Sun Kexing, who has already surrendered to Jia Cong’s waiter.”

“Jia Cong has spread the word that he will convene a meeting of hundreds of schools in the secret realm of the Mohist Mechanical City in Jiange, Shu on April 1st.”

“I don’t need to tell you what he is planning, right?”

“You mean, the Mo family was also defeated?”

After hearing this, Kong Siming finally couldn’t hold back any longer, and he took off his disguise again, resuming his semi-saint demeanor.

“After the meeting, we will march south to attack India. Once the war goes smoothly, all the vast resources of India will be divided up by Jia Cong and his hundreds of clans!”

“By then, people will be in favor of it and the situation will be irreconcilable. If Mr. Kong wants to take revenge again, he will have to face more than just that kid Jia Cong and the Luo Tian Sect behind him.”

“It is the combined efforts of hundreds of Confucian and Taoist schools!”

The bald monk looked at Kong Siming calmly.

To put it simply, the game of words is about the art of warfare.

It’s just a matter of what the other party lacks and what you have!
“Tell me about your plan!”

Sure enough, after hearing about the change in the situation, Kong Siming made a quick and decisive decision.

“I have already communicated with the Brahmans in India.”

“If we can get the help of Mr. Kong, this trip will be more assured!”

“However, in order to prevent the news from being leaked in the future, the mountain village where Mr. Kong is hiding…”

After the bald monk finished speaking, Kong Siming stood up calmly, and a majestic literary aura rose up and spread in all directions!
The peaceful little mountain village was razed to the ground in an instant.

The villagers died before they even knew what had happened.

Taking advantage of the war a hundred years ago, Kong Siming once again made a plan and fabricated an identity as a refugee.

Having played this role for four generations, they have long been accepted by the villagers here and are regarded as friendly neighbors.

But after this move, there was no change in the expression on Kong Siming’s face.

Just whisper.

“Let’s go!”

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Shenjing City “Queue up! Queue up!”

“The young ladies in Jing’an Marquis’s Mansion are kind-hearted. They will give out porridge here every day before the end of the month.”

“Twice a day, all refugees can come and receive a bowl of thick porridge.”

“After the porridge is distributed, the newcomers can go over and register. Each person will also receive a set of winter clothes and a thick blanket!”

“Those who are willing to leave their homeland to seek a way out can follow the Xue family caravan to various places in Shandong at the beginning of next month. The large tracts of land under the name of Marquis Jing’an will be distributed to the poor people for cultivation.”

“It’s divided per person, five acres for adults and three acres for children. According to the court’s laws, the rent is 50% and will never be increased!”

The servants of the Marquis’ Mansion were constantly maintaining order on both sides, while at the same time preaching the rules set by Jia Cong.

The most powerful people in Daqian gathered in the city of Shenjing.

Even in years of bumper harvest, every winter there would be people from all over the country who could not survive being exploited by the landlords and would come to Beijing to beg.

I hope to meet some powerful people in Beijing who are in a good mood and have a full meal.

It was not uncommon for families to sell their children to powerful families and sign indentures to serve as slaves in order to find a way to make a living for their children.

It’s just a matter of number of people.

But this year is different.

As soon as winter came, the Marquis of Jing’an opened a porridge stall outside the city.

Not only did they provide porridge twice a day, but they also distributed a set of eastern clothing and a thick quilt to the people who fled the famine.

After the spring, those who are willing to go to Shandong and other places to farm can follow the Xue family’s caravan.

Next to the porridge stall, there was a four-wheeled carriage pulled by five horses.

The carved beams and painted buildings are all made of spiritual materials, and are carved with many merchant bird and phoenix patterns that can only be used in the palace.

Since ancient times, the emperor has driven six horses!
The princes are in power!

Not to mention that this carriage was made by skilled craftsmen from the palace’s Imperial Stables after spending half a year’s hard work.

Apart from the major and minor regulations, everything else is in accordance with the emperor’s carriage.

Nominally, the carriage belongs to Daiyu, Duke of Zhenbei.

You can tell its status just by looking at it from a distance.

Not to mention the burly soldiers guarding outside the carriage, and the two people sitting in the front of the carriage who looked like coachmen.

In fact, it was the fourth level ghost god who had long been famous in the Shenjing City and was wandering around day and night!
The victims who received the porridge also knew who was distributing the porridge today.

When passing by the carriage, everyone kowtowed to it with gratitude.

In a place that is difficult for ordinary people to see, wisps of light golden merit have gradually gathered on the carriage.

Sitting in the car were Sichun and the sisters from Jia Cong’s mansion who had embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

If someone who has cultivated spiritual eyes and supernatural powers were to watch, he would certainly find that each person has gained considerable merit.

At this moment, a dim black light flew from afar and fell into the hands of the Sun God in front of the carriage, turning into a letter condensed by divine power.

Riyoushen opened the letter, his expression unchanged, but he straightened his body slightly.

He spoke softly to the people who were talking in the carriage.

“Ladies, the Marquis has sent a message. We must return home immediately.”

“The Marquis has made new arrangements.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the laughter in the carriage stopped abruptly.

Yingchun’s gentle voice sounded.

“Since Brother Cong has made the arrangements, then we should just follow your instructions, sir.”

“It’s just that Cong Ge’er…”

Yingchun’s words revealed a worried look.

“Miss, don’t worry. The Marquis has many cards in his hand. This trip will go smoothly. He has already brought the Mohist School under his command. On the first day of next month, the Confucian and Taoist schools will hold a meeting to discuss the matter of the Tianzhu technique.”

“That’s good!”

After hearing this, Yingchun felt relieved.

Soon, the carriage entered the city under the escort of guards.

……

The news of the Hundred Schools of Thought spread at an extremely fast speed, and the various schools of thought among the Hundred Schools of Confucianism and Taoism had different opinions on this.

Not only the Baijia themselves, but also the officials all over the world are paying close attention to this matter.

The most talked about thing in teahouses, book clubs, and even brothels was the Hundred Schools Alliance.

Everyone was speculating and discussing which schools of thought would attend this Hundred Schools Alliance.

After countless people’s anticipation, April 1st finally arrived!
The canyon outside the Mohist Secret Realm has been completely transformed after more than a month of renovation.

A flat road was built directly to the county town.

On the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon, with the help of the ghosts and gods under his command, a large number of buildings were built relying on the mountain walls.

They are lined up one after another and look extremely spectacular and magnificent from a distance.

If you step into it, you will find the scenery elegant.

There is a pavilion every five steps and a scene every ten steps. It is breathtakingly beautiful.

“Is this the secret place of the Mo family’s mechanical city?”

“Among the hundreds of Confucian and Taoist schools, only the Mohist school has a secret realm. If it weren’t for the blessing of Marquis Jing’an, how could we be qualified to know that this secret realm of the Mechanical City is in the Sword Pavilion in Shuzhong.”

“Today is the Hundred Families Alliance, and I don’t know which ones will come.”

“Lejia, Gongshujia and Nankong have already formed an alliance with Marquis Jing’an, so I don’t think they will be absent this time.”

“Famous writers, novelists, strategists, and even the medical saint family in Southeast Asia have all sent people to join Dongli Academy before.”

“With the power of Dongli Academy now, if any family dares not to attend the meeting, they will be cut off from Confucianism!”

“Brother Wang, look, someone is coming out!”

Tens of thousands of scholars gathered on both sides of the road outside the canyon.

The sensation caused by this meeting of a hundred schools of thought was even greater than the lecture given by Wenhou Dharmakaya at Dongli Academy last year.

Even if Jia Cong did not extend an invitation to watch the ceremony.

Scholars from well-off families in Shu and even in the surrounding provinces came here spontaneously.

Just watching the ceremony outside and bragging about it when you get back will be a great topic of conversation.

The noise of conversation among the crowd was deafening, and everyone was looking forward to the big scene that would soon come.

When the sun rose to mid-sky, it was already the hour of Si.

A majestic literary spirit emerged from the depths of the canyon, lifting a man out of the canyon.

Below them, eight hundred young men in black walked out of the canyon.

Their expressions were solemn, and they left two people behind every ten feet, all the way to the outside of the canyon.

It was Sun Kexing, the only remaining half-saint of Mohism, and his elite disciples.

After the purge, the 200,000 Mohist disciples in the Machinery City were reduced to 160,000!

Sun Kexing took ruthless action this time.

All the direct descendants who have a close relationship with Mo Guang and the other two will be killed by mistake and will not be let off!
Even three great scholars were killed!
After the purge, the so-called three branches of Mohism disappeared, and under Sun Kexing’s integration, they were completely merged into one!
This time, he acted as the welcoming guest not only to show off Jia Cong’s dignity, but also to take this opportunity to make it known to the world.

The Mohist School has officially come under Jia Cong’s command.

……

“Is this the only remaining semi-saint of the Mohist school?”

“This, a semi-saint welcoming guests, what a generous move by Marquis Jing’an!”

“Eight hundred Mohist elites, all of whom are at the second level!”

“It seems that the rumors are true. The Mo family has only lost half of its semi-saint foundation, but the core strength is still there!”

“The Mohists have surrendered, and the forces under Marquis Jing’an have become even more terrifying!”

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(End of this chapter)