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Chapter 78 Household

This is a world with a strong emphasis on martial arts. The Li Dynasty rose to power through the martial arts world. Its founder, Gaozu, slashed through the imperial court and annihilated more than half of the powerful families in the capital before securing his rule over the Central Plains for three hundred years.

They valued martial arts and had genuine methods for physical and mental training. Some of the military officers and generals in the court were even selected from renowned figures in the martial arts world, making the martial arts culture quite strong.

Naturally... they also rejected all kinds of supernatural and impractical sects and cults, and for three hundred years they have been cutting through the mess, and countless self-proclaimed immortals have been skinned and cooked alive in public.

Buddhism is the last and also the great religion that is said to truly possess living Buddhas and divine magic. In the snowy plains to the north, there is also the Immaculate Buddha City, which enshrines Mount Luojia. It is said to be the origin and holy land of Buddhism.

However, in the Central Plains, Buddhism is indeed reduced to this one branch, which is weak and dilapidated. The people inside probably don't even believe in the clay Buddha statues they worship.

Even nestled here, Fang Jin's hearing was sharp enough to hear the sounds of women whispering behind the wall. The nunnery's tradition was quite ancient, but as the last remaining branch of Buddhism in the Central Plains...

That would be quite humiliating.

"Sir, there's no need to be so nervous."

Seeing Fang Jin frowning as he checked the information, the soldiers behind him assumed he was nervous and chuckled, offering quiet words of comfort, while also making sure the people behind the wall didn't hear a sound.

"It was just a performance-oriented operation. These nuns are weak and untrained, so killing a few people in the process would be a considerable achievement."

Contextual dungeons often require players to assume a role within the dungeon world, immersing themselves in the real-world narrative to complete the main and side quests set by the system.

Fang Jin possessed the body of a newly promoted centurion of the Jinxiu Army. Although he was inexperienced, he had a good family background and cultivation level. Being assigned to this final anti-Buddhist operation was a good opportunity for him to gain experience and prestige.

But in the eyes of these seasoned veterans... it was indeed a bit too soft.

"It's not that I'm too nervous, it's just that I haven't killed many people before, so I'm a little apprehensive."

Fang Jin scratched his head and chuckled, fully displaying the image of a green young leader. If those scavengers saw this... they'd probably be so angry they'd lift their heads off the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) again.

"To be honest, I didn't ask around beforehand. How many important figures are coming this time? Do we have a chance to shine? Only by standing out can we have a chance to get promoted."

"Haha, that's a lot! Many people are looking forward to this final step in the suppression of Buddhism in the Central Plains. The grassy slope with the best view on Nangangting Mountain is not only frequented by high-ranking officials and princes."

To Fang Jin's left, a soldier with a small mustache immediately spoke up. This time, it was their turn to get excited; he kept picking up and putting down the embroidered knife that had fallen to the ground.

"Many of my brothers have spent all their accumulated merits just to make a name for themselves in this campaign against Buddhism. If they're lucky, they might catch the eye of a powerful figure and rise to the top!"

"Moreover, even without that luck, the persecution of Buddhism was a historic event. To be able to participate in it and leave a mark in the history books is an honor that even the highest-ranking officials would find hard to enjoy."

"I'm counting on going back home and bragging to my wife and future children and grandchildren about this. Who knows, maybe some nun's shaved head will be a rare treasure a hundred years from now!"

"...I just received a larger allowance this time."

……

The conversation grew louder, and even the person hiding in the treetops listened upside down, occasionally chiming in with a few words. Their excitement was beyond Fang Jin's expectations.

However, it's not hard to understand. In the thatched pavilion halfway up the mountain, sit the real big shots from the imperial court and the martial arts world. A casual reward can be the equivalent of ten years' savings for an ordinary person, and a single word can make someone rise to prominence.

How could we not do this job well? All the Jinxiu Army soldiers lying in ambush were waiting for the nobleman on the grassy slope to give the order so they could go in and chop off all those bald heads!

"Speaking of which, young master Fang, isn't your father sitting on that grassy slope? Although he didn't enter the pavilion and didn't have a proper seat, you should know better than us who's up there."

"Hehehe...Tell us guys about it?"

...Father? The original owner of this body actually had family and relatives? Fang Jin was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and gave a few perfunctory words. He didn't have any memories of the original owner.

This is the difficulty of scenario-based dungeons. Players have to figure out the relationships between characters and the combat system on their own. At most, the system can only cover up the strange feeling of character changes.

...I wonder if there's any power I can borrow over there," Fang Jin pondered, while also shifting some of his gaze to the opposite cliff, carefully examining the densely packed, colorful little figures that appeared from this perspective.

……

"Come on! Fill it all up! Fill it all up!"

"Today, we quell the Buddhist influence and uphold the righteous path of martial arts. You are all meritorious individuals, and you should all enjoy this fine wine and joyous occasion!"

The grassy slope was more lively than Fang Jin had imagined. The three princes and princesses, veterans from all walks of life, and many ministers and nobles were drinking happily to the background music of silk and bamboo instruments and bells. More than a dozen wine jars had already been emptied.

When important figures are around people of the same level, their behavior is no different from that of ordinary people. Their emotions, desires, and basic human needs are actually more pronounced in them.

As for the father of a certain Fang Baihu... obviously, his fifth-rank official position is not high-ranking here, but it is not low-ranking either. Standing at the front to pour wine and serve food to the princes... is quite appropriate.

The imperial surname of the Li Dynasty was Zhou, so the three tables at the front naturally bore the surname Zhou. The other four elders sat with their hands clasped behind them, showing their natural respect and admiration for the three princes in front.

The Zhou family originally came from the martial arts world and were extremely ruthless in the human affairs field. How could they not be now? In this world, the martial arts world is essentially an appendage of imperial power.

The persecution of Buddhism was also spearheaded by the Zhou family. As the three-hundred-year-old cause finally bore fruit, the Li Dynasty immediately invited powerful figures from all directions to come and witness the magnificent scene of the last religious sect being eradicated.

...Of course, it was also to put on a show of strength. After all, the matter of gods and ghosts was much older than the Zhou family's history of building their fortune. Only by completely eliminating any hidden dangers could the so-called legends of gods and ghosts be completely turned into rumors.

Therefore, no mistakes are allowed... The eldest prince, Zhou Bensi, silently sipped his wine, his eyes calmly looking at the nunnery below, but a surge of heat seemed to be flowing and boiling in his chest.

Even the middle-aged man pouring wine beside him seemed more pleasing to the eye than he had in the palace. Prince Zhou smiled as he accepted the full dragon-headed goblet, and, watching the silently retreating man in brocade robes, waved and said with a smile:

"It's alright, it's alright, Minister Fang, sit down and have a drink with me."

"Your young master... seems to be in the Jinxiu Army below as well."