Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 677 The Evil Object of Return to the Void
The molten gold of the setting sun sank completely into the massive outline of the western mountains, leaving only the burning sunset splashed across the sky.

Inside the Taoist temple, the elongated shadows were like splashes of thick ink, and the silhouettes of two figures quietly overlapped on the ground, presenting an almost intimate and ambiguous posture.

It's absolutely unbearable to look at!

Liang Jin could clearly feel the tension from Lu Qiannan's firm waist and abdomen, and the heart pounding wildly against his cheeks like a drum through his clothes!
Lu Qiannan's mind went through a chaotic storm in an instant.

She was finally certain that there was no external enemy attack.

The truth is so simple it's almost absurd!
A great and virtuous teacher with boundless magical power, who regards all people as insignificant dust, and is worshipped and revered by his followers as a deity.

It's actually true...

Tripped over a low threshold?!
If she hadn't caught him in time, he would have fallen flat on his back!
boom!
This realization exploded in her mind, shaking her to her core more than a thousand troops charging into battle!
A mistake that even a nine-year-old child who has just started practicing stance training would laugh at! A basic error that even a ninth-rank martial artist would consider a disgrace!
This actually happened to her revered and respected teacher!
What's even more awkward is the way she's holding Liang Jin with both arms around him...

Liang Jin's cheek brushed against the soft, warm area below her neck, even...

The trembling curves, made fuller by compression...

The shame, like boiling oil, instantly extinguished the horror!
Her fair cheeks, neck, and even ears were burned into a fiery red glow!
She wanted to push him away immediately!

Yet, the deeper, more indescribable feelings entrenched in their hearts kept them firmly rooted in place!
A slight sense of helplessness swept through Liang Jin's heart.

The devastating impact of the Zhenyuan Dragon-Slaying Lock on coordination far exceeded his initial expectations.

As a result, he still finds it difficult to get used to the feeling of being overwhelmed by pressure and unable to move for a short period of time.

Fortunately, the lock's power only struck her; otherwise, Lu Qiannan would likely have been severely injured.

As for awkwardness? It's a matter between men and women.
Ah……

For him, who had experienced countless trials and tribulations, it was nothing more than throwing a stone into water, causing only a ripple.

He's been with so many beautiful women that he's long since lost interest in them.

but……

He could clearly feel the woman in his arms's heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest!
This girl... still retains that pure shyness.

"Hel me up."

Liang Jin's clear and steady voice broke the almost frozen silence.

Those strong hands firmly grasped Lu Qiannan's shoulders; rather than providing support, they were guiding her with leverage.

Lu Qiannan seemed to have been struck by lightning!
His stiff body suddenly trembled!
Yes!

We need to help him up!

What shameful things am I thinking!
The immense embarrassment turned into action!
She suppressed the urge to bury her head in her chest and, with the most capable posture, supported Liang Jin's upper body with all her might, carefully helping him to stand up slowly.

Even from the simple process of being embraced to standing up, Liang Jin's forehead was already covered with a fine layer of sweat!

His breathing was heavy and he couldn't hide it!
This unusual weakness was immediately noticed by Lu Qiannan!
"Great Teacher! Your health...!"

Lu Qiannan's voice trembled almost imperceptibly with concern.

When martial artists emerge from seclusion and achieve a breakthrough, they are often invigorated and in much better physical condition than before.

However, Liang Jin at this moment looked...extremely weak.

Even standing seemed extremely difficult.

This situation made Lu Qiannan think of a possibility—a failed breakthrough!
Breaking through a martial artist's realm is not always a smooth process for everyone.

Some people may fail to break through their cultivation level and get injured as a result.

In severe cases, it can damage one's meridians, cause a sharp drop in cultivation level, and result in serious injuries!
Liang Jin looked as if he had suffered internal injuries.

Let me heal your wounds!

She stepped forward hastily, her fingertips already faintly radiating internal energy:

"I have successfully broken through to the fifth rank and can now project my internal energy!"

"Even if it costs me all my internal energy, I will definitely help you stabilize your injuries!"

Lu Qiannan was anxious to help.

Liang Jin raised his hand to stop him:
"I am fine."

His gaze lingered on Lu Qiannan for a moment.

Looking at Lu Qiannan's increasingly agile and upright figure, which was made even more so by years of martial arts practice, he quickly sensed the profound inner energy that came with her improved cultivation level.

"He really broke through..."

Liang Jin's voice carried a rare hint of satisfaction and approval:
"very good."

This affirmation, like the warm sunshine, instantly melted away Lu Qiannan's fear and embarrassment, leaving a warm and gentle tremor in her heart.

She pressed her lips together, trying to maintain a calm expression, but beneath it lay an overwhelming joy.

Being able to stand beside you... to get a little closer... to be seen by you... that's enough!
This unwavering dedication is the driving force that sustains her day and night of arduous practice!
However, Liang Jin's next move caused her heart to stop again!

His powerful arms moved with an utterly natural and irresistible force...

He put his arm around her shoulder!
"Help me out."

"Heading to the imperial palace."

The command is concise, yet carries undeniable weight.

Lu Qiannan tensed up instantly!

The heat rising from my face was enough to boil an egg!

So it turns out... it was just for walking...

The fleeting, romantic feeling in her heart was instantly shattered, replaced by a deeper sense of self-reproach and shame.

How could I... how dare I...

I dared not hesitate.

She composed herself, becoming like the most loyal guardian, almost transforming herself into the pillar and extension of Liang Jin's body.

Carefully supporting Liang Jin's body, which was bearing an invisible weight, they moved step by step with difficulty towards the outside of the Taoist temple!

With each step I took, I felt the terrifyingly heavy weight and burning heat in my arms...

Lu Qiannan's original feelings quietly transformed into an even deeper desire to protect.

Outside the Taoist temple, a large group of Yellow Turban followers were already kneeling in submission.

Upon seeing the divine chariot emerge, the cheers and shouts erupted like a tsunami!
"Welcome to the Venerable Master's presence in this mortal realm!!"

"May the Heavenly Emperor grant you boundless blessings! May Heaven protect you!!"

The frenzied shouts echoed through the twilight!

Lu Qiannan instantly banished all distracting thoughts, her eyes regaining the sharpness and solemnity befitting a divine messenger:
"Set up the altar immediately!"

"Escort the Great Teacher! Move to the temporary palace!!"

Upon seeing this, the Yellow Turbans readily accepted the order.

………………

In the palace.

The sounds of string and wind instruments seemed particularly cold and desolate in the twilight.

An exquisite dinner has been prepared.

Empress Zhao Xiling sat in the main seat, with Master Beikong attending her below.

Golden goblets and jade chopsticks, the fragrance of sandalwood wafting in the air.

only……

Whether it's His Majesty holding the cup.

He was still a monk fiddling with prayer beads.

There was a hint of absent-minded seriousness deep in his eyes!

The atmosphere is subtle.

Zhao Xiling gently put down her jade chopsticks, her phoenix eyes gazing at the sorrowful sky:

"Master, the letter I sent to your abbot the day before yesterday has yet to receive a reply."

Her voice carried a polite expectation:
"When the Master returns to the temple, may he inquire about good news for me again?"

The gesture was quite humble, yet it represented the utmost goodwill that the empress of the small court could possibly show.

If we could obtain even a fraction of the Buddhist light from Wanfo Temple, this behemoth in the martial arts world, it would be an invaluable asset for stabilizing the hearts of the people in the south and for the future!
Bei Kong lowered his eyelids and uttered a Buddhist chant, his voice deep yet melodious:
"Your Majesty's word is law; how could this humble monk dare to refuse?"

He suddenly changed the subject:
"only……"

He looked up at the intricate auspicious cloud carvings on the palace's dome:

"The fact that I was unable to meet the Venerable Master during this trip south is truly... the greatest regret in my heart!"

He paused slightly, his fingers moving the prayer beads with an indescribable force:

"I must depart tomorrow, for I fear this parting may be the last time we meet again!"

A hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashed across Zhao Xiling's elegant face.

She knew all too well that Bei Kong hoped she could use her power to help Liang Jin get out of seclusion and meet with Bei Kong as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xiling no longer had any right to negotiate with Liang Jin.

Whether Liang enters or leaves the pass is not something she can control with a simple "please".
The true sky above this small southern world is the Yellow Sky!

And she...

The throne was preserved, personal freedom was not lost, and even the ambitions of the people were realized.

All of them received "favor" from this place!
She dared not beg! Nor dared she urge them!
"Ugh……"

Bei Kong seemed to see through Zhao Xiling's predicament, and a hint of hidden disappointment flashed across his eyes.

He sighed softly, as if to offer comfort:

"Your Majesty, this humble monk—"

The lament was not yet finished.

suddenly!

"clang--!!!!!!!!!!!"

A deep, resonant, and lingering sound, as if a bell had suddenly fallen from the heavens!
Like an invisible giant hammer, it suddenly shattered the hustle and bustle of the early night!

this moment.

Bei Kong was horrified to discover that when the bell rang, the entire palace seemed to be instantly emptied of sound!

Inside the banquet hall...

All the palace maids who poured wine, the eunuchs who served dishes, and the imperial guards who stood by and protected the palace...

The civil and military officials seated at the table... even Zhao Xiling!

Everyone froze, then instinctively turned their heads to look in the direction of Lingxian Temple to the east.

The whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence in an instant.

The once bustling banquet hall, the entire palace, and even the whole of Minzhou City seemed to fall silent at that moment.

next second!
The sound was like volcanic magma that had been suppressed for thousands of years, suddenly erupting and exploding!

"Lingxian Temple! It's the Yellow Heaven Divine Bell of Lingxian Temple!!"

"The tolling of the bell signifies that the Great Teacher of Wisdom... has emerged from seclusion!!!"

"May Heaven protect us! May peace safeguard our southern land!!"

"Great! The Great Teacher has finally emerged from seclusion! Greetings!!!"

……

Countless excited shouts erupted within the palace.

The excited shouts, like a tsunami, swept over the palace walls, across the streets, and into every corner of Minzhou City.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had come to a boil!

Even inside the main hall, a large number of servants instinctively knelt down in the direction where the bell rang.

His eyes shone with the purest fervor! The light of unwavering faith!
Above the main seat!

Zhao Xiling suddenly stood up!
Her dignified and graceful demeanor was replaced by immense excitement and joy:

"He is a great and wise teacher!"

"As soon as the bell rang, he emerged from seclusion!!"

Bei Kong watched all of this with a furrowed brow.

For the first time in his long spiritual journey, his hand, which was holding the prayer beads, trembled violently uncontrollably!
He turned his head suddenly!
His gaze was fixed on the elderly eunuch closest to him, who was trembling with excitement!
The old eunuch's cloudy eyes were burning with something far more than ordinary awe or joy.

Rather, it is the ultimate fervor that forges faith, life, and soul—all of it!

Another palace maid turned to look at Bei Kong, her eyes burning with fire!
"master!!!"

The palace maid's voice was shrill, like a wail:

"Did you hear that! Did you hear that!!"

"It is the grace of Heaven! It is a divine guidance!"

"You are blessed with great fortune and a deep affinity with Buddhism! Since you are leaving tomorrow, you are fortunate to meet the Great Master emerging from seclusion tonight."

"It's destiny! You're so lucky!"

Bei Kong forced out an extremely stiff Buddhist smile.

He clasped his hands together and praised:
"Amitabha Buddha... Well done... Well done..."

His voice was dry!

But deep within his heart, a raging storm had already been brewing!

One month!

A whole month!

He personally witnessed the Taiping Dao's talismanic water saving the world, and its followers were as numerous as weaving weaving weaving!
He personally witnessed the incense burning at the Yellow Heaven Altar day and night!

He thought he had already seen through the true nature of this small court! He had seen through the power structure called "Taiping Dao" beneath that illusory dragon throne!

But at this moment!
That bell tolls!
This is a mad cry from the masses, tearing through the twilight!

It made him completely...understand!!
They understood the terrifying influence that the Way of Peace had on this place.

This is not a simple matter of relying on someone!

This place... is no longer a human capital!
Rather, it has already transformed into a realm permeated with the scriptures of peace and the prayers of great sages—

The Yellow Heaven Divine Kingdom!!!

Within this divine kingdom, the true ruler is probably not the ethereal and illusory Zhonghuang Taiyi worshipped by all.

That's just...

A deified signboard used to unify the will of billions of fools!
Truly seated atop the altar!

Take control of the will of this divine kingdom!

The one true god who makes even empresses bow down! The one to whom all people prostrate themselves! Is that the One…

Before he even appeared, he had already resonated with heaven and earth, and was known as the "Great Teacher of Virtue."
Human form!

"His Majesty……"

Bei Kong's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity:

"I humbly request permission to accompany this humble monk..."

He paused, then added an impeccable reason:

"Welcome the great and virtuous master!"

Zhao Xiling nodded in agreement, and then led all the civil and military officials and everyone else to the outside of the main hall to respectfully welcome the divine arrival!

The central avenue of the imperial palace!

The Imperial Guards stood at attention like a forest! Civil and military officials bowed their heads according to their rank!

Empress Zhao Xiling, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, stood at the very front!
Beside him stood Master Beikong, bowing and clasping his hands in prayer!

The evening breeze rustles, stirring the hem of my clothes and sleeves!
All eyes were fixed on the direction from which the cheers and chanting were coming from! The sound grew louder as it approached!

coming!

A barely perceptible tremor accompanied the earth!
"The Azure Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! The year is Jiazi! Great fortune awaits the world!"

"Recite the Yellow Heaven's name! Pray for blessings and longevity! Pay homage to the Great and Virtuous Teacher! Remove the suffering of the world!"

The deep, grand, yet strangely resonant chanting, like a torrent of millions of bees flapping their wings simultaneously, swept in, transforming from a blurry to a clear sound!

It penetrated the eardrum!

It reaches right to the soul!

It's buzzing!

Some palace maids with weaker willpower were unable to control themselves, as if pulled by invisible threads, their lips slightly parted, silently chanting along with the seemingly magical scriptures.

Where the fog rolls in on this cold winter night!

A procession of young girls dressed in the purest and brightest Taiping yellow dresses emerged from the mist!

The girls all had solemn expressions, as pure and beautiful as newly blossoming lotus flowers!
His steps were as precise as a marionette's, without a speck of dust!

Each person held a variety of Nine Chapters Yellow Heaven magical artifacts, with ancient shapes and mysterious inscriptions!

The bells rang out clearly! Like stars falling from the sky!

The conch shell weeps! As if summoning an ancient god!

The bronze bell is robust and powerful! It resonates with the pulse of the mountains and rivers!
The cloud-shaped clapper jingles! Piercing through the crevices of time and space!
The cymbals clanged loudly, tearing apart the clamor of the world!
Even more...

The chime bells resonated deeply! The Buddhist jars echoed powerfully!
The Dharma flute resonates long and deep! The Dharma drum trembles!
Nine notes intertwined! Nine chapters echoed!
They converged into a captivating and enchanting melody, stirring both gods and demons, as if to draw people's hearts into the eternal blessed abode of "Zhonghuang Taiyi"!

Against the backdrop of this grand, eerie, yet inexplicably sacred musical movement!
Eighteen naked, bronze-colored, muscular Yellow Turban warriors, their muscles bulging like dragons, slowly carried an altar.

The altar was shaped like a crane that was about to peck through the heavens and take flight!
Wooden frame and iron body! All transformed into feathers!
On the base, a black tortoise is coiled, carrying the Heluo River on its back; a qilin raises its head and spits out auspicious omens.
The Suanni roared, suppressing the demonic aura!
Furthermore, there are all sorts of ancient auspicious beasts, celestial birds, and Dao patterns! Densely engraved and flowing, they exude a simple and boundless spiritual radiance!
At the center of the jar!

Atop a towering, nine-nine-foot-tall, pure in color, adorned with countless black and yellow tassels and ribbons, the Eight Trigrams Yellow Heaven Canopy hangs majestically!

The edge of that canopy!

The Taiping Sutra curtain hangs down in layers, thin as smoke, yet flowing with a faint golden light of incantations!

Deep within the gauze curtains, a blurry figure emanated an aura powerful enough to make mortals tremble and burn incense in reverence.

That divine silhouette sat majestically within!

The ceremonial procession and altar quickly arrived in front of the crowd and came to a stop, landing silently.

"Greetings, Great Teacher!"

Empress Zhao Xiling lowered her eyes and bowed first, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement!
Boom——!!!!!!

In an instant, it was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!

Whether they were courtiers in brocade robes, heavily armored imperial guards, or plainly dressed servants!

Everyone fell to their knees on the cold brick floor like harvested wheat!
His forehead touched the ground deeply! ...

Master Beikong suddenly raised both hands high above his head, palms together!
He bowed deeply, his knees touching the ground!
This is a great salute that only Buddhists can offer when facing the supreme master of another school!
The masses bowed their heads! They crawled like ants!
Both sides of the road!

Those girls dressed in bright yellow overturned the bamboo baskets they were carrying in their arms!

Wow…

Countless brightly colored and fragrant petals, like a seven-colored rain, sprinkled all over the last steps leading to the main hall!

Right now!

The divine messenger, Lu Qiannan, stepped forward.

Amidst the convergence of millions of fervent gazes and a shower of falling petals, I walked before the shrine-like curtain.

She stretched out her right hand and, with utmost gentleness and respect, lifted a layer of gauze curtain!
"Great Master..."

Her voice pierced the silence with clarity!

"In the capital city of Minzhou, the people respectfully welcome the imperial procession!!!"

The next moment!
A hand, weak and frail like that of a patient, trembled as it emerged from the layers of draped curtains and gently rested on Lu Qiannan's palm!
Om-! ! !
The breaths of countless kneeling people instantly stopped!
Bei Kong suddenly looked up!

His gaze was like two sharp swords tempered with expectation and inquiry, fixedly fixed on the great teacher revealed behind the curtain!
How could she be so young?!

Judging from his appearance, he's probably only in his early twenties!
Contrary to the imagined ethereal, white-haired, youthful-looking man!
It is neither something that is deeply hidden nor something that is as imposing as a deep pool or a towering mountain!
What I see before my eyes...

He's just an excessively young Taoist priest!
His appearance is indeed exceptionally handsome!

It also carries an ethereal and otherworldly quality, as if it doesn't exist in this turbid world!

however……

Why does he look so weak and sickly?!

Bei Kong could see it all clearly.

His knees trembled slightly as he took those few steps down from the altar!
He seemed to need Lu Qiannan's support to stand up!
When he stepped onto those stone steps, it was as if he were struggling to climb a bottomless cliff!
Even a little exercise makes me sweat profusely and pant heavily.

Such a physical condition is like being plagued by illness; it seems as if even a strong gust of wind could blow him over.

It's not even as good as a healthy ordinary person, let alone compared to the physique of a martial artist!
Bei Kong's face instantly froze!

very disappointed!

This……

This sickly man was the great and wise teacher he had been waiting for a month to finally meet.
This is the faith of the people, the legendary living deity who can cure diseases with talisman water?

Is this the mastermind behind the Southern court and the Empress?
Is this the leader of peace, the true spiritual god of these four states?

A moment!

Bei Kong felt extremely ashamed and angry!
A sickly person caused him to waste an entire month of his precious time!
"Could it be that this person obtained his current status through deception and fraud?"

"This is really unreasonable!"

Bei Kong was already wary of the Great Teacher's prestige and the speed of the Taiping Dao's development, and now he saw the Great Teacher in such a sorry state.

In his shame and anger, he couldn't help but want to make this great teacher look bad and embarrass him in front of the Empress, the civil and military officials, and the followers of the Way of Peace!
Concealed by his wide monk's robe, his inner strength had already gathered at his fingertips.

Just...

Just a flick!
A tiny, hair-like finger gust of wind can be used to strike the weak knee of that person from a distance!

Let him be the empress! To be the courtier! In front of these thousands of fanatical followers!
He fell flat on his face in the middle of God's kingdom!
Let this farcical procession, brought about by the imperial envoy, completely vanish...

What a huge joke!!!

His fingers were about to burst out! A hair's breadth away!
suddenly!

Bei Kong's shoulders jolted suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly locked onto two figures that had quietly appeared deep within the crowd!
One of them was Shen Cangming, the infamous "Azure Nether Sword" who was once a notorious figure in the martial arts world.

The other one is Canxin, one of the four famous constables of the Six Doors who were once renowned in the martial arts world!
During the time Bei Kong had been there, neither of the two men had specifically come to see him.

After all, Shen Cangming was unruly and disliked Buddhist people.

Canxin's original status was even slightly higher than Beikong's.

Therefore, the two of them naturally maintained a general level of politeness towards Bei Kong when they met, without showing any particular enthusiasm.

And now!
At the same moment when Liang Jin was helped down from the altar, they all lowered their proud heads in unison!
He bowed deeply and respectfully to the frail figure, who seemed so weak that a gust of wind could blow him away.

"hiss--!!!"

Bei Kong gasped sharply!
This realization actually made him understand something.

Feigning illness?
He stared intently at the figure that was leaning almost its entire weight on the valiant woman.

Could this appearance of being terminally ill be an act?

How could a charlatan who relies solely on swindling and deception possibly make a ruthless and arrogant villain like Shen Cangming bow down?
How could we possibly make a renowned and fearsome constable like Canxin, who is so famous in the greenwood, kneel down?

"With such a great reputation, how could there be any unworthy person..."

The anger and shame that had been boiling in Bei Kong's heart were instantly replaced by an even deeper chill!

Danger!

A person who is so adept at disguising themselves and feigning weakness is bound to be dangerous!
He immediately withdrew his attack.

He also put away all his contempt and disdain.

at this time.

With Lu Qiannan's help, Liang Jin struggled to enter the hall.

Empress Zhao Xiling led everyone back to the hall, where they took their seats again, and the banquet resumed.

The banquet hall, which had been swept up in a frenzy, was now back to normal, but the atmosphere was completely different!
The previous liveliness turned into solemnity and reverence.

Countless gazes, no longer focused on the delicacies, were drawn as if by a magnet to the yellow-robed figure seated beside the Empress's dragon throne, almost on equal footing.

Liang Jin!

He leaned weakly against the wide back of the chair!

A faint trace of cold sweat from exhaustion was visible on his forehead.

But his eyes shone with a chilling light, like lamps that could illuminate the deepest hell and penetrate the heart.

"Master Beikong..."

Liang Jin's voice rang out:
"No need for formalities or excessive formalities."

"Why have you waited for over a month?"

Let's get straight to the point!

Without the slightest hesitation or delay!

There was not a trace of the empty pleasantries that one would expect from a religious leader!

He now values ​​time highly and is unwilling to waste it on polite small talk.

A chill ran through Bei Kong's heart!
He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, his tone extremely solemn:

"This humble monk's journey..."

"I humbly beg the Great Master to rid the martial arts world of this great scourge!"

A fleeting glint of light flashed in Liang Jin's eyes.

The room fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop!
All eyes, like focused light, converged on Beikong.

Beikong took a deep breath!

His voice echoed like a drumbeat in the silent hall:
"Three months ago, our temple's wandering ascetic elder, who was also my fellow disciple... Bei Yi!"

A deep sorrow suddenly welled up in his eyes! It seemed as if he truly felt a bone-deep grief!

"Because of insufficient understanding of Buddhist teachings and difficulty in eliminating attachments, at a crucial moment in spiritual practice..."

"Sorrow breeds inner demons, karmic fire consumes the body, unfortunately... one is possessed by a demon!!!"

boom--! ! !
Like a giant boulder crashing into an icy lake!
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
Obsessed?!
Wanfo Temple?! Elders of the Bei generation?!?
Bei Kong remained unmoved and continued in a deep voice:
"After becoming a demon! My senior brother... is filled with malevolence and his ferocity has become rampant!"

"Innocent people have been slaughtered...dozens of villages! Blood flows like a river..."

His voice was filled with remorse:

"This is a disgrace to all Buddhas! A catastrophe for the martial world!!!"

"This humble monk has been ordered by the abbot to travel south to Nanzhou to cleanse the temple of its shame and vanquish evil for the sake of all living beings!"

"However... this humble monk's skills are lacking, and I do not know what kind of strange and malevolent energy Bei Yi has been tainted by! This has caused his power to... increase several times over!"

"This humble monk is no match for him..."

"With no other choice, I can only... spread Buddhist teachings widely and earnestly appeal to heroes, righteous people and men of virtue throughout the world to join forces in upholding justice and eradicating this scoundrel and evil demon from the martial arts world!"

He turned abruptly, facing Liang Jin, and bowed deeply to the ground:
"We earnestly beseech the Great Teacher to have mercy on the common people and extend a helping hand!"

Humble posture! Sincere words!
What a fine gesture of pleading for the common people and avenging the shame of Buddhism!
Inside the main hall!

A moment of deathly silence!

A buzz of discussion immediately followed!
Suspicion and uncertainty filled the air! Whispers rippled through the crowd!
Those who practice martial arts and go astray often lose their humanity, become insane and violent, and are filled with killing intent, often endangering the world.

Anyone found to have gone astray in their cultivation will be attacked by all martial artists in the world, and they will be completely eliminated.

This has become a consensus in the martial arts world.

Those most prone to going astray in their practice are often those who cultivate evil arts.

Wanfo Temple is a prestigious Buddhist sect with profound Buddhist teachings. Practicing Buddhism can help reduce the probability of going astray or becoming possessed by demons.

In particular, in the last hundred years, there has never been any case of demonic possession at Wanfo Temple.

It is quite astonishing to hear that someone at Wanfo Temple has gone mad, especially since it is an elder of the "Bei" generation.

but.

Bei Kong's words are quite reasonable.

After all, if the four southern states had not supported the empress's ascension to the throne, this matter would have originally been under the jurisdiction of the Six Doors of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Given the current situation, the Great Qian Dynasty will naturally not care; in fact, they might even be pleased to see it.

Since the person who had gone mad with qi cultivation was in Nanzhou, which was under the jurisdiction of this small imperial court, it was normal for him to come to us for help.

That's perfectly legitimate.

Liang Jin remained weak, leaning back in his chair.

He responded calmly:
"The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is filled with countless masters. The abbot's skill is as profound as the creation itself!"

“When your temple raises its voice, countless righteous people across the land will respond.”

"I am not needed; this is more than enough."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but nod slightly in agreement.

Yes!

What is the historical and cultural significance of Wanfo Temple?
Whether it's the number of experts or the connections in the martial arts world, they are more than capable of dealing with a madman whose power has increased dramatically even after falling into demonic possession.

Why should several masters in the temple, such as Bei Kong, have to wait here for a whole month?
Why would someone go so far as to beg so humbly at a banquet?

Countless questioning and scrutinizing gazes converged upon Bei Kong's entire body.

For the first time, Bei Kong truly felt the sharpness in the eyes of the seemingly weak but wise teacher before him.

He suddenly looked up!
All the pity, sorrow, helplessness, and pretense in his eyes vanished.

Hands clasped together again!

This time, his voice was without the slightest hesitation or concealment, booming like a lion's roar, shaking the entire hall:
"Because that demon holds a strange and unpredictable evil object, this humble monk is helpless against it!"

"Therefore, I had no choice but to ask for help from extraordinary people and masters from all over the world to deal with that evil thing with mystical methods."

"But I have heard that the Great Master is proficient in the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, which may be able to subdue that evil thing."

boom--! ! !
Another low murmur of discontent erupted!

As everyone knows, in addition to healing with talismanic water, the Great Virtuous Teacher can also summon heavenly thunder to drive away evil spirits.

Back in Qingzhou City, when the Great Teacher of Virtue led the people to eliminate the sheep demon, he used the Five Thunder Orthodox Method to kill Qi Xianghong, the leader of the Six Doors of Qingzhou, which shocked the world.

but……

Among those present were many rational individuals.

They knew all too well that the talk of demons and immortals was nothing but illusion.

Master Beikong of Wanfo Temple seems to be a wise man, so why would he also talk about such strange and supernatural phenomena?

Liang Jin's face remained calm and composed.

He remained reclining, his voice still flat:
"What evil thing?"

Beikong took a deep breath!

He slowly straightened up, his gaze piercing through the candlelight, locking onto Liang Jin!

"This humble monk dares to inquire, Your Excellency, have you ever heard of..."

"An uncorrupted corpse in the Ruins?!"

(End of this chapter)