I have a role in the heavens

Hou Xibai has a lot of vests, but the only ones that can be used forever are the amorous young master Hou Xibai and Zen Master Fahai of Dashi Temple. The other vest identities are thrown away after being used a few times.

Hou Xibai had a tired look on his face and smiling eyes, as if he was not aware of Shi Zhixuan's anger at all. His appearance was solemn and exuding warmth. His appearance was definitely that of an eminent monk, handsome and compassionate, he said softly.

"Why is Master Shi so angry? This disciple misses you and just came to see you. How about rejecting people thousands of miles away like this?"

It would be better if Hou Xibai didn't act so coquettishly. When he said this, Shi Zhixuan was immediately furious and sneered, with a sarcastic look on his face. His beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, without the sentimental charm of his peach blossom eyes. They were all cold, and his face was full of coldness. As gloomy as water, he sneered.

"Will you miss me?"

"It's better to think I'm dead!"

Shi Zhixuan did not think that Hou Xibai would be a filial disciple, nor could there be harmony and mutual care between master and disciple. He knew last time that if Hou Xibai did not kill his master, he would be worthy of his teachings.

Hou Xibai had an exaggerated sad expression on his face, as if he was wronged by Shi Zhixuan's misunderstanding. There was even a trace of moisture in his big eyes. He looked at Shi Zhixuan very affectionately. His eyes were more lingering than those of a couple. Shi Zhixuan suddenly shuddered, and his whole body Goosebumps were rising, and with a disgusted look on his face, his body tilted back involuntarily, trying to distance himself from Hou Xibai.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

"If you have something to say, stop being so conceited!"

Hou Xibai put away the sadness and affection on his face and chuckled. Facing the insane Shi Zhixuan, he could only fight fire with fire. He was even more neurotic than him, so that he could talk about things calmly.

"I want to join forces with Master to support the Song clan in taking over the world!"

Shi Zhixuan's expression moved slightly, and his eyes rolled twice, showing a contemplative look. He did not speak, quietly waiting for Hou Xibai's next words.

"Buddhism and Taoism have chosen Li Shimin of the Li Clan to build momentum for him and want to support him to become the common leader of the world!"

Shi Zhixuan sneered. He disagreed with the practices of Buddhism and Taoism. How could it be so easy to succeed in the struggle for hegemony in the world? Buddhism and Taoism had not chosen whoever was the master of the world. If that were the case, wouldn't the emperor become the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism? puppet.

Even if the Li clan succeeded in taking over the world, Li Jiancheng would be the eldest son, and it would not be Li Shimin's turn to succeed Li Yuan.

Li Jiancheng was also a man of great talent and strategy, with a calm temperament, resourcefulness, broad-mindedness, and determination. He was definitely not as bad as what was passed down in later generations.

If Li Jiancheng was really stupid and incompetent, how could he have forced Li Shimin into a desperate situation, burned everything, and launched the Xuanwumen Revolution? From this, we can see how much pressure Li Jiancheng put on Li Shimin and how outstanding he was!

"Ning Daoqi appointed Li Shimin more than 20 years ago, saying that he has the talent to help the world and bring peace to the people, and that he is extremely valuable. It seems that he made up his mind at that time and chose the Li clan."

Hou Xibai didn't know about this, and he was thoughtful when he heard the words. It seemed that Yang Jian's suppression of Buddhism and Taoism had triggered a counterattack by Buddhism and Taoism. He had already made up his mind that he was unwilling to support the Sui Dynasty and wanted to start a new one.

"So I want to cooperate with Master Shi and flip the table together to prevent the wishful thinking of Buddhism and Taoism from coming true!"

Hou Xibai looked at Shi Zhixuan who was sneering and said straight to the point.

Shi Zhixuan looked at his disciple with interest, curious about his thoughts, and asked with some confusion.

"So you chose to support the Song clan?"

"What good will this do to you?"

"Or to put it another way, why are you doing this?"

Hou Xibai showed a bit of compassion and was extremely firm. He recalled the scene when he first met Shi Zhixuan and sighed with emotion.

"Master Shi, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

Shi Zhixuan was stunned when he heard the words, and the scene when he first met Hou Xibai in the mass grave more than ten years ago appeared in his mind. He was obviously just a child, but he was unexpectedly premature and mature, giving people the illusion of an adult, with a strong will. Calm and calm, it was precisely because of these that Shi Zhixuan was impressed at the time and accepted him as his disciple.

"Of course I remember!"

There was some emotion on Shi Zhixuan's face. No matter what the relationship between their master and disciple was now, Shi Zhixuan did not regret taking Hou Xibai as his disciple. Apart from the fact that the relationship between master and disciple was not harmonious, Hou Xibai was definitely a perfect disciple, intelligent, wise and savvy. The talent is the best choice, and the strength and cultivation are even better than others. It is definitely the best choice to inherit the Taoism.

Moreover, Shi Zhixuan doesn't care much about the relationship between master and disciple. There are many intrigues in the Demon Sect, masters and disciples turn against each other, and they fight each other. Apart from being a little rebellious, Hou Xibai has nothing disadvantageous about Shi Zhixuan. He is already the best among the Demon Sect. He is different and can be regarded as a good and filial disciple.

"Does Master Shi still remember the meaning of my name?"

"May the world be bright and everything be white!"

"This is my ambition and my pursuit!"

Hou Xibai spoke righteously, his expression was solemn, his face no longer careless and careless, he was extremely serious, his eyes stared at Shi Zhixuan tightly, showing a sincere look. This is the most sincere thought deep in his heart. When spoken, it conveys the power of trust and is particularly contagious.

Shi Zhixuan sighed. It was because Hou Xibai said this that he found him interesting. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Hou Xibai still did not forget his original intention and was firm in his original ambition. This was actually very similar to Shi Zhixuan.

In fact, Shi Zhixuan also had great ambitions. He wanted to show his ambition, so he transformed into Pei Ju, hung out in the court, displayed his talents, and used the art of vertical and horizontal to the extreme, helping Yang Guang split the Turks and let the It turned into two major Turks, the East and the West, fighting each other endlessly. This made the grassland unable to invade the Central Plains southward.

However, Shi Zhixuan really didn't expect that Yang Guang's grandson was ineffective and eager for quick success. He wanted to accomplish the work of three generations in one generation, causing chaos in the world, losing the world, and all his hard work was in vain.

"Your world is bright and clear, and everything is white. Is this the world of the Han people?"

Shi Zhixuan already understood what Hou Xibai meant. Hou Xibai was disappointed because the Li clan, with the help of Turkic power, was not tough enough on the barbarians, and chose the Song clan, which had the coldest attitude towards the barbarians. What does this mean? Hou Xibai is also a nationalist. He adheres to the orthodox bloodline of the Han people, coincides with Song Que, and is a natural ally.

"It is true that the Han people rule the world!"

Hou Xibai did not deny this. He could allow the Hu people to integrate into the Central Plains, but he would never allow it. The grassland Hu people would once again sit on the heads of the Han people and dominate the Han people, humiliating the people of the Central Plains at will.

"What does the world of the Han people have to do with me?"

"Why should I cooperate with you to support the Song clan?"

Shi Zhixuan asked bluntly, the Demon Sect does not pay attention to those righteous principles and only talks about interests. Only interests are the basis for cooperation.

Hou Xibai looked at Shi Zhixuan who was disapproving, and smiled slightly. His clear eyes showed wisdom and determination, and his eyes were bright. He was very confident that he could convince Shi Zhixuan.

"The world of the Han people can accommodate hundreds of schools of thought. They no longer only respect Confucianism and treat everyone equally. I don't know this. What does Master Shi think?"

Hou Xibai was calm and relaxed, his body was extremely relaxed, and he was extremely confident.

Since Dong Zhongshu of the Western Han Dynasty proposed to abolish all schools of thought and only respect Confucianism, the schools of thought have withered away and have no room for survival. They have integrated into the Demon Sect. Although Shi Zhixuan is ruthless and cruel, he is also deeply affected by the Demon Sect. Influenced by his thoughts, he wanted to restore hundreds of schools of thought and let the magic sect live in the sun. From this point of view, Shi Zhixuan was also an idealist, with his own sense of mission and pursuit, and his responsibility was far better than that of Zhu Yuyan and other magic sects. Grand master.

Shi Zhixuan's pupils were constricted and as thin as needle points. He never thought that Hou Xibai could actually know his ambition, and he felt like a confidant in his heart. This did not mean that Shi Zhixuan had a great impression of Hou Xibai, but it was just an instinctive reaction to be understood and recognized by others.

Shi Zhixuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said seriously.

"This is just your family's opinion. Song Que may not agree with it!"

When Hou Xibai heard this, he knew that Shi Zhixuan was interested. This was an ideal that Shi Zhixuan had been pursuing all his life. Now that he was over fifty, there were still many years left to complete this ambition, so he was unwilling to let go of this opportunity.

"Song Que is not a Confucian disciple, he is a master of the art of war!"

"The Confucians are the ones who suppress military strategists the most. He will definitely not object to this!"

Since ancient times, military generals have been the focus of suppression by Confucianism. They have been advocating for a peaceful world where horses are released in Nanshan and swords and guns are stored in storage. They encourage kings to cross rivers and tear down bridges, unload mills and kill donkeys, which makes the heirs of military strategists miserable.

Song Que was both a martial artist and a general, and he definitely didn't have much favorable impressions of Confucian scholars. If a hundred schools of thought came out that could check and balance Confucianism, he would definitely go along with the trend and accept it happily.

Shi Zhixuan's expression moved slightly. It was indeed true. Song Que was indeed a military commander and a warrior. He was what Confucian scholars call a brave warrior. There is indeed room for cooperation among vulgar people.

"Even so, how can you be sure that the Song clan can defeat the Li clan and become the master of the world!"

Shi Zhixuan is not someone who is so easy to bet on. He needs to weigh the pros and cons, shop around, and see the possibility of the Song clan succeeding.

"The Song Dynasty is regarded as the orthodoxy of the Han people and is known all over the world. This is a great thing!"

"Song Que is a perfect person. He is one of the best in the world in terms of literary skills, military skills, and courage!"

"Song Que and Master Shi are both peerless masters in the world today. Even the great master Ning Daoqi can't beat you!"

"With me, even if Buddhism and Taoism join forces, we are not afraid!"

"The three of us join forces, even if the three great masters gather together, we can still fight. Who in the world can stop us and others!"

At the end of his speech, Hou Xibai had an unruly look on his face, looking down at the world and all living beings, revealing his truest self. He was extremely confident, domineering and arrogant. This was his true face. He, Shi Zhixuan, and Song Que were all the same people. Although they looked The images they present are different, but deep down they are both extremely conceited people.

Shi Zhixuan's pride is to challenge the majesty of Buddhism and Taoism alone without any fear. Even when he is surrounded and hunted by the great master Ning Daoqi and the four great Buddhist monks, he is still alive and kicking, stirring up wind and rain and giving headaches to Buddhism and Taoism. No matter what, I had no choice but to compromise.

Song Que's pride was his insistence on Han orthodoxy and his disdain for the Buddhist barbarians. Even if the Han orthodoxy was weak and struggling, he would still carry the banner of Han orthodoxy, never compromise, and stand alone against this era of barbarians. , vowing to establish the Han Dynasty.

Hou Xibai's conceit is the combination of their ideals and ambitions. They must not only completely smash this era of beards and Han people, but also establish an open and prosperous era where a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.

Hou Xibai was fully confident that the Song clan would win the world, but if it didn't work, he would let go and go on a killing spree. However, doing so would require him to work a lot, which made him unwilling to do so due to his lazy nature.

Shi Zhixuan lowered his head and said nothing, pondering in his heart, thinking about Hou Xibai's words, weighing the pros and cons, and deducing the future situation. He felt more and more that this matter was going to happen, and was very excited. There was a wavering look on his face, but he still did not readily agree to Hou Xibai's request.

Shi Zhixuan is an old fox and understands that this is the best time to take advantage of Hou Xibai. Naturally, the lion opens his mouth wide and strives for the greatest benefit for himself.

"These alone are not enough to impress me!"

"What other bargaining chips can you offer?"

They are all foxes of thousands of years. How could Hou Xibai not know what Shi Zhixuan was thinking? Since he dared to speak, he had a bargaining chip that Shi Zhixuan could not refuse. He confidently uttered four words, which shocked Shi Zhixuan's heart and changed his face.

"Evil Emperor's relics!"

Hou Xibai admired Shi Zhixuan's sudden change of expression with a smile on his face. Since the death of Bi Xiuxin, Shi Zhixuan's state of mind has left a flaw, which has left him unsatisfied, causing schizophrenia and greatly reducing his combat power.

If Shi Zhixuan wants to return to his peak state, there are only two ways, either to advance further in his spiritual realm and understand the love in the world, or to use the huge essence in the evil emperor's relics to absorb the essence and force his cultivation to the level of a grand master. The state of mind will naturally transform and become perfect.

Two white lights shot out from Shi Zhixuan's eyes, and the empty room was electrified. He looked excited, stared at Hou Xibai, and asked.

"The Evil Emperor's relics are in your hands?"

Shi Zhixuan had a powerful aura rising from his body, with shocking evil aura and murderous intent. If Hou Xibai really got the Evil Emperor's relic, he would revolt and snatch it away.

Hou Xibai shook his head slightly. Although he knew the whereabouts of the Evil Emperor's relic and was confident of getting it, he did not take action and directly denied it.

"Not in my hands!"

Only then did Shi Zhixuan restrain his murderous aura, his eyes flickered uncertainly, he didn't know what he was thinking, his expression was changing, he was silent for a long time, and then he spoke.

"Then wait until you get the Evil Emperor's relic and then discuss cooperation with me!"

Hou Xibai didn't lose the slightest bit when he heard Shi Zhixuan's rejection. He smiled lightly and continued.

"Although the Evil Emperor's relic is not in my hands, I have information to get it!"

Shi Zhixuan looked disdainful. He knew that the Evil Emperor's relics were sealed by Lu Miaozi in Yang Gong's treasury. Yang Gong's treasury was underground in Chang'an City. However, he did not know how to enter, so he kept transforming into a virtuous saint monk. Stay in Chang'an and wait for the rabbit.

Hou Xibai was overjoyed when he heard this, as if he didn't know that Shi Zhixuan was mocking him, and said quickly.

"Master Shi, a gentleman's words are hard to catch up with!"

Shi Zhixuan was stunned. Looking at Hou Xibai who was inexplicably surprised, he couldn't help but feel weird in his heart. Could it be that he really knew the location of the Evil Emperor's relic and was sure of getting this treasure? If this was the case, it would be beneficial to him without any harm, even if it was There's nothing wrong with agreeing to Hou Xibai's request for cooperation.

Shi Zhixuan made up his mind and nodded without any hesitation.

"a man of his words!"

"As long as you can hand over the Evil Emperor's relics to me, I will cooperate with you to support the Song clan and have a good fight with Buddhism and Taoism!"

Shi Zhixuan suddenly became heroic, without any trace of the indifferent solemnity of the eminent monk. He was like an unruly madman, pointing the country and looking down upon the world.

"In that case, disciple, take your leave!"

After Hou Xibai finished talking about the business, he stood up and left, not wanting to waste any more time.

"How's Qingxuan?"

Just when Hou Xibai opened the door of the Zen room and stepped out, Shi Zhixuan's personality changed again. He was sentimental, affectionate, like a loving father, and asked with concern.

Hou Xibai paused in his steps and looked back at Shi Zhixuan, who was feeling guilty and sad. Don't sigh, mental patients are really hard to figure out. They change from moment to moment, which makes people tired of dealing with them.

"Qingxuan is very good!"

Having said that, Hou Xibai stepped forward again, a little faster. It was better to cure Shi Zhixuan quickly. Working with a psychopath was really a headache for him. He could never guess what the other person was thinking, which made people uneasy.

The sun finally disappeared under the western mountains, and the orange-red color reflected the sky, which was spectacular and gorgeous. Hou Xibai was sitting in a small shop. There were several side dishes on the table, a basket of steamed buns, steaming, white mist curling up, and the aroma filling the air.

Hou Xibai enjoyed the not-so-luxurious dinner contentedly, looking diagonally across the way to the Xiji Garden, a villa of the Dugu family. On weekdays, no one lived there. There were only a few servants responsible for looking after the house and cleaning it. .

Hou Xibai swallowed the last bite of the buns, raised his head and poured a cup of tea. He placed the checkout companion on the table and disappeared into the shop in a flash without attracting anyone's attention.

Hou Xibai climbed over the courtyard wall. At this time, the sky had darkened, the night was hazy, and the moon had just risen in the sky. The moonlight was cold, like silver gauze, falling on the earth, and it was white.

Hou Xibai followed the moonlight and came to the entrance of a well, which was the entrance to Yang Gong's treasure house.

Hou Xibai is proficient in Feng Shui, Qimen Dunjia, and Lu Miaozi designed and built Yang Gong's treasure house. Although it is exquisite and secretive, it cannot be hidden from Hou Xibai's discerning eyes. It is very easy to deduce the location and entrance of Yang Gong's treasure house.

Hou Xibai jumped into the well, and the body-protecting Qi was raised around his body to isolate the cold and biting well water. He was like an immortal in myths and legends who could avoid water.

Hou Xibai descended about two or three feet, and found a raised stone on the well wall. He pressed it lightly, and the sound of the gears was very clear. The well wall slowly sunk, revealing only An entrance that can accommodate one person.