"You said, if you establish a Taoist alliance, organize Taoist priests, control the weather, and use their wisdom to lead the people's livelihood, Hong Yi, what would you say?"

Chu Yang said with a smile.

"The weather is good, the people are safe, and the luck is prosperous!" Hong Yi said without thinking, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. "The people are orderly and wisdom is open, and there will be more practitioners. This cycle will create an unprecedented prosperous era!"

"However, the strong will not be controlled by others, and they have their own selfish desires. The destruction is even greater, difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Bai Ziyue shook her head.

"Then kill!"

Chu Yang said calmly.

"How to kill?"

Hong Yi's heart was pounding.

"Value!"

Chu Yang said, the martial arts scriptures in his hand exploded, but a piece of golden leaf appeared, with dense words on it and a Buddha image.

"The past Amitabha Sutra!"
Chapter completed!