Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

(6000-word chapter)

Qiantang City, afternoon, Yinxiu Temple —

As the largest temple in Qiantang City, Yinxiu Temple is located near East Lake, surrounded by mountains and ancient trees.

One can see yellow walls and green tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, and an ancient mountain gate with a plaque hanging high. Inside the temple, the Buddha statues in the main hall have kind and benevolent faces, and in the past, it was always crowded with visitors.

As an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years, Yinxiu Temple is extremely famous. Many tourists from all over the world come to Qiantang City and visit this temple. Many foreign tourists have also visited it.

Recently, however, the monks in the secluded temple have been expelled, and no one is allowed to enter. A heavily armed army has completely surrounded the temple.

"Director Ma, the magical fluctuations inside the temple are getting stronger and stronger. What should we do now?"

A member of the Crisis Management Bureau questioned Deputy Director Ma of the Qiantang City Branch.

The commander of the troops besieging the temple also looked at Ma Yingxun.

Ma Yingxun was about forty years old, but at this time he dared not issue orders casually.

He looked at the old monk beside him, a thought suddenly occurring to him, and asked, "Master Lingjue, you are a master of the Inner Alchemy realm and the abbot of a secluded temple. What do you think we should do now?"

Master Lingjue complained bitterly, as he was among the earliest practitioners among the non-reincarnated people of the Xia people.

Although his talent was average, he found a good master and, through long-term cultivation, became a master of the Inner Core Realm.

However, he was the purest cultivator, and in his life he had never fought anyone with magic, let alone commanded a battle.

You're asking me what to do? I'd like to ask others what to do too!

Master Lingjue dared not give orders casually, for fear of being held responsible if something went wrong and someone died.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Will Director Peng be coming?"

Ma Yingxun nodded and said, "Director Peng is on his way and should arrive soon."

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Lingjue breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then let's wait a bit and let Director Peng make the decision when he arrives."

The unit commander frowned slightly; he was very dissatisfied with the two men's attempt to shirk responsibility.

But he had no choice. Although he was the commander of this unit, he had no authority to command these cultivators and could only wait patiently.

Fortunately, Peng Shaoxun and Yin Hang arrived at the scene shortly afterward.

"Director Peng!"

"Director Peng!"

"..."

Peng Shaoxun arrived in a hurry with Yin Hang.

Upon arriving at the scene, Peng Shaoxun immediately knew what had happened and quickly asked, "What's the situation inside the secluded temple?"

Deputy Director Ma Yingxun quickly reported, "Director Peng, the magical fluctuations in the Hidden Temple are intensifying, but there is no movement inside for the time being."

Peng Shao-hsun said, "All members of the Administration Bureau are ready to set up the 'Dao San' formation."

In order to enhance the strength of the cultivators in the Administration Bureau, the government commissioned the Yuanshi Daluo Sect and some more agreeable reincarnated individuals to create some practical formations.

These formations are named with simple and easy-to-remember names such as "Dao Yi" and "Dao Er".

The Dao San Grand Formation is a defensive formation. For Peng Shaoxun, his most important responsibility is to prevent the situation at the Hermitage from affecting Qiantang City.

"Yes, Director Peng!"

With a leader in place, all members of the management bureau immediately followed instructions and, based on their usual practice, took up positions.

This is a universal formation that can be used by any cultivator.

Although formations cannot compare to the powerful mountain-suppressing formations of major sects, and their power is far inferior, formations are the easiest way for cultivators with lower cultivation levels to gather strength.

After the group had set up their formation, Peng Shaoxun looked at Zen Master Lingjue and respectfully asked, "Master, you are the abbot of Yinxiu Temple. Could you tell us how many Buddha statues are in Yinxiu Temple?"

Master Lingjue wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed, and said, "There are five hundred bronze Arhat statues in the Arhat Hall of Yinxiu Temple."

There are approximately 150 Buddha statues on the back wall of the main hall.

"There is also a grotto behind the hermitage, which contains about four hundred grotto statues."

"In addition, there are also many Buddha statues scattered throughout some Buddhist temples."

Upon hearing Master Lingjue's words, everyone present felt a wave of dizziness.

In other words, there are at least a thousand Buddha statues in this hermitage?

Peng Shaoxun felt a chill run down his spine. He gritted his teeth and said, "I understand. If any Buddha statues truly come to life in a moment, please join us in the effort."

Zen Master Lingjue quickly replied, "Definitely, definitely."

Looking at the temple in front of him, the master inwardly groaned.

Although I donated the Maybach before, there is still a BMW 7 Series parked in the temple. What will happen to my BMW 7 Series if the Buddha statues really riot?

Is this Buddha punishing me because he sees me as greedy?

Peng Shaoxun approached the unit commander, glanced at his rank, and said sternly, "Major, please lead your troops to the rear and provide cover for us."

The major in the unit frowned. After all, they were elite soldiers who had been sent here on a mission.

If there is danger, it should be the soldiers who go first.

However, he had also learned about the situation from above and knew that even if his troops were equipped with special spiritual energy bullets, they would probably not be as effective as real cultivators in the face of these mysterious events.

Peng Shaoxun's order was correct; they should not be allowed to advance, otherwise there would likely be excessive casualties.

He paused for a moment, then saluted and said, "Yes, Director Peng. Please let me know if you need anything!"

Immediately, he turned around and loudly gave the order to those behind him.

One by one, the armored vehicles reversed, and the besieging soldiers obeyed orders and left the encirclement.

Time passed by,

Just as everyone was on edge, the earth suddenly trembled.

Master Lingjue stared wide-eyed at the temple gate, exclaiming in surprise, "They're alive! They're alive! The Arhat statues have all come to life!"

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, more than a dozen enormous bronze Buddha statues appeared in front of the temple gate; these were the bronze statues from the Hall of Five Hundred Arhats in the secluded temple.

With each step these Buddha statues took, they shattered the bluestone slabs in the temple, creating a tremendous roar that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Charge!"

Peng Shaoxun shouted, and many of the cultivators from the Administration formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

Yin Hang also raised his longsword. This immortal sword, bestowed upon him by the Empress, was a rare magical treasure.

Yin Hang discovered that the shallow sword energy he had cultivated would be transformed by the immortal sword, making the sword energy more vigorous, as long as it was injected into the immortal sword.

He coordinated with all the members of the Administration present to set up the formation.

A huge beam of clear light rose from the ground, transforming into a high wall that surrounded the secluded temple.

The enormous bronze Buddha statues collided with Qingguang, sparks flying from their bodies.

The terrifying impact caused the Bureau members who had deployed the formation to sway, but the impact was not enough to shatter the formation.

Peng Shaoxun continued, "Major, order your soldiers to open fire and see if these special spiritual energy bullets are effective!"

The military major gave the order.

"Da da da da————"

The machine guns on the military vehicles fire large-caliber bullets at a rate of thousands of rounds per minute.

The remaining soldiers also raised their weapons and unleashed a torrent of fire.

The bullets, shining through the clear light, struck the bronze Buddha statue, sending up a shower of debris.

See here,

The major's expression changed, and he was overjoyed.

As long as the weapons are effective, these Buddha statues are not scary!

The rapid gunfire echoed across the sky, startling the citizens of Qiantang City.

"Holy crap, what's that sound? Are they setting off firecrackers?"

"That's a barrage of gunfire!"

"Gunfire? Is someone firing at us, or has World War III begun?"

"It's in the direction of the hermitage."

"The troops seem to have surrounded that area for several days. Could there be terrorists inside?"

"..."

The hermitage was, after all, a temple located in the city. Even though martial law had been imposed, the sudden burst of gunfire caused panic among the citizens.

Under the barrage of large-caliber bullets, the dozen or so bronze Buddha statues that rushed out were all riddled with holes.

Due to the obstruction of the formation, these Buddha statues were trapped inside the temple and unable to escape.

Master Lingjue held prayer beads in his hand and chanted incantations.

Oh dear, my BMW 7 Series is probably doomed.

But if this continues, the entire temple will be destroyed. Once this is over, the authorities should allocate funds for its restoration, right? After all, it's an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years.

Without the temple, how will I, as the abbot, make a living?

at this time,

Master Lingjue's expression suddenly changed.

The other cultivators present also felt a tremendous sense of oppression.

Master Lingjue cried out in alarm, "A new Buddha statue has come to life inside! This aura could be from an inner realm or an outer realm!"

He is an Inner Core Realm expert. Even though he doesn't have much practical combat experience, his realm is genuine.

The aura that could instill fear even in Zen Master Lingjue must be of a higher realm.

Peng Shaoxun's expression also changed drastically.

With the formation in place and the assistance of the Zen Master Lingjue, he felt he could handle even strange Buddha statues at the Inner Core stage with relative ease.

However, if the Buddha statue that appears has a higher level of cultivation, they will be absolutely unable to withstand its overwhelming power!

The earth suddenly trembled, as if a dragon were turning over, and the shock made it difficult for people to stand.

This sudden tremor almost caused the many cultivators who were setting up the formation to stagger and destroy it.

Peng Shaoxun shouted frantically, "Everyone, hold on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked into the hermitage and felt his hands and feet turn cold. A huge fear surged from his tailbone to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

Hundreds of bronze Arhat statues are rushing toward the temple gate with strange steps.

If that were all, it would be fine, but behind the bronze Arhat statue, a statue of Vairocana Buddha also stood up.

That Buddha statue possessed an unimaginable aura; just looking at it from a distance was enough to instill great terror in one's heart.

This is,

The difference in levels of understanding!

Peng Shaoxun's hands were trembling, and he didn't know what to do.

These people are absolutely no match for this terrifying tide of Buddha statues.

But if they give up and let these Buddha statues rush out of the temple, this is Qiantang City, a first-tier city, and the casualties that would result would be unimaginable.

suddenly,

A cold wind blew by, and above the once clear sky, a long, rolling, and turbulent dark cloud stretched for several kilometers.

In a short while, the world turned pitch black, as if a violent storm was about to break out.

"Crackling sound—"

Within the thick, dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, purple electric sparks crackled and thunder pierced the eardrums.

An overwhelming sense of oppression descended from the sky, rendering everyone immobile. They could only stare wide-eyed at the lightning flashing across the heavens.

"fall!"

A loud shout.

"Rumble—"

Endless lightning bolts fell from the sky, hundreds of lightning bolts struck the hermitage, electric snakes danced, and the flashes were blinding. The whole world was engulfed in a sea of ​​purple lightning.

Even the Buddhist cultivator Lingjue Zen Master, who had reached the Inner Alchemy Realm, dared not look directly at the thunder. He closed his eyes, and all he could hear was the sound of lightning.

When the roar subsided, people secretly opened their eyes.

At this moment, a plume of blue smoke rose from the secluded temple, and the hundreds of bronze Buddha statues turned to dust. Even the Buddha statue of Tathagata, whose realm was unknown, was chopped into charcoal.

"It seems I arrived just in time."

A cheerful voice came from the sky.

An old Taoist priest walked slowly and steadily from the sky to the earth, as if stepping on a staircase in the void.

Upon seeing the old Taoist priest, Peng Shaoxun was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to pay his respects: "Greetings, Master!"

Although he was only an outer disciple of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect, the old Taoist Xuanwei was also his mentor.

Regardless of whether they knew the old Taoist priest or not, everyone else bowed deeply to Peng Shaoxun, saying, "Greetings, Taoist Master!"

The old Taoist Xuanwei grunted in acknowledgment. He was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and shouted, "Who's hiding there!"

He pointed his finger, and another bolt of lightning flashed, blasting several temples in the secluded monastery into pieces.

The army major secretly clicked his tongue in amazement upon seeing this.

These cultivators are terrifying!

A casual bolt of lightning is more terrifying than a 150mm howitzer!

A powerful cultivator is truly a human-shaped strategic weapon!

A huge crater appeared in front of the temple destroyed by the palm lightning.

And in that deep pit, there stood a young man.

The young man looked to be only in his twenties. He was plain-looking and dressed simply. He stood in the deep pit, lazily watching Master Xuanwei and the others.

Master Xuanwei sized up the young man for a few moments, then said calmly, "Are you involved in the riots involving Buddha statues in temples across the land of Zhuxia?"

Since this person appeared in the secluded temple, everything that happened before must be related to him.

The young man chuckled and said, "I did it. What can this Taoist priest do about it?"

Xuanwei Daoist was once a Saint of the Taiqing Realm. Although he is now only at the Outer Realm, he has extremely rich experience in combat.

He wasn't about to waste words with this person; he immediately formed a hand seal.

The thick, dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed. The enormous cloud swirled into a terrifying vortex, and a massive bolt of lightning crashed down.

The lightning was so fast that it was beyond mortal reach. The young figure had no time to dodge and was directly struck by the lightning, turning into ashes in an instant.

That was Master Xuanwei's answer: just kill him.

"Is it resolved?"

The others breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the matter had been resolved so easily.

Peng Shaoxun bowed and asked, "Master, what brings you to Qiantang City?"

"I……"

Just as the old Taoist Xuanwei was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the huge pit again.

The young man who had been struck dead by lightning reappeared in the deep pit, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Master Xuanwei's expression hardened; something seemed off about this person.

The lazy young man frowned, looked at the old Taoist Xuanwei, and asked, "Your supernatural abilities are rather strange, they instinctively disgust me. Who are you?"

The old Taoist Xuanwei narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "I am Xuanwei, the sect leader of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect."

"The Primordial Great Luo Sect?!"

Upon hearing that familiar name, the lazy young man's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he unleashed a strong killing intent.

"Oh? It seems you have a grudge against my Yuanshi Daluo Sect?"

Sensing the young man's intense killing intent, the old Taoist Xuanwei didn't hesitate and waved his hand again, unleashing an even thicker bolt of lightning that instantly killed him once more.

But it was no use. In just a few breaths, the young man came back to life!

"What powerful lightning magic! Your lightning magic is almost comparable to the heavenly tribulation you need to overcome at your level!"

The young man's face was still contorted with rage, but he still praised the old Taoist Xuanwei: "...You can become the head of the Primordial Great Luo Sect in this world. It seems you were quite an extraordinary person in your previous life."

"But you don't need to waste your energy. You can't kill me. No matter how much magic you expend, you still can't kill me."

The old Taoist priest Xuanwei asked with a solemn expression, "Ancient gods?"

He immediately thought of the information his senior sister had given him about the ancient gods.

But he never considered that these ancient gods were unkillable.

No, it's definitely possible to kill it; I just haven't found the right method yet!

Peng Shaoxun and the others were once again on high alert, looking at this unkillable monster, a sense of fear began to grow in their hearts.

The young man walked out of the deep pit step by step. He looked like an ordinary person without any magic power, but the old Taoist Xuanwei did not think so.

This ancient god was not as strong as me, but killing the others present would be a piece of cake for him.

The old Taoist priest has not made any further moves for the time being. The spiritual energy has just begun to recover, and the spiritual energy in the world is thin, so the recovery speed of his magic power is too slow.

If he were to act recklessly and exhaust his magical power, he might be killed by this ancient god.

Before one can break his immortality, one must retain some magical power.

"What are you going to do now? You can't kill me, and you can't stop me. Why don't we just disperse? I have no interest in you. I came to Qiantang City this time only for that Qin Zijun."

The young man suppressed his murderous intent. Now was not the time to seek revenge against the Yuanshi Daluo Sect; he needed to accomplish his own goal first.

Yin Hang was startled. Was he here for Brother Qin?

He wasn't worried about Qin Zijun; on the contrary, he felt pity for this so-called ancient god.

Did they come here specifically to die?

Upon hearing the words of this ancient deity, the old Daoist Xuanwei's mind stirred: "Your true target is the Empress?"

The young man chuckled and said, "That's right, our target is that empress. There's a saying among mortals, 'Let's keep to ourselves,' so why don't we just drop the matter here?"

"You don't need to waste your magic power, and I won't do anything to this city."

"Once we deal with that empress, all of China will belong to us. How could we bear to destroy our own territory?"

He had barely finished speaking when a calm and composed voice suddenly rang out: "So your target is Miss Jiang."

"Who?!"

The young man suddenly turned around.

Unbeknownst to him, a man was standing on the roof of a still intact temple in the hermitage behind him.

The man was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with his hands behind his back. He had a handsome face and an upright posture.

He simply stood there, as if he had become the center of the universe, possessing an innate and strange charm, lofty as the heavens, irresistible, and captivating, making it difficult to look away.

His expression was calm, serene, and dignified, with an indescribable air of lofty pride.

Upon seeing him, everyone fell silent, as if their eyes could no longer see anything else.

The man chuckled and said, "You came to Qiantang City just to find me."

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the ancient god: "You are Qin Zijun?"

Qin Zijun ignored him and instead looked at the old Taoist Xuanwei.

Master Xuanwei suddenly trembled. He had never met Qin Zijun before, but seeing him now, he felt a strange sense of familiarity and awe.

Qin Zijun laughed and said, "The ancient gods were born out of faith and are an extension of the laws. As long as faith exists, they are immortal."

"Xuanwei, listen carefully. There are three simplest ways to deal with the ancient gods."

"One way is to seal them away, severing their connection to the faith, until the faith in the outside world completely disappears, which will be the day of the death of the ancient gods."

"Of course, to seal ancient gods, one needs at least the strength of the Cave Profound Realm, but in this period when spiritual energy is just beginning to recover, the Great Dao restricts the birth of Cave Profound Realm cultivators."

"This is why these ancient gods were so audacious."

"Besides sealing them, the second method is to find their true spirit hidden in the faith, but their true spirit is hidden very deep and it is not easy to find it."

"The third method is much simpler. Just destroy the concept of their existence and kill their physical forms, and these ancient gods will die completely."

"Purple Star, I truly don't understand why you insisted on coming to the Central Plains, why you chose to walk towards your own death?"

Qin Zijun sighed softly, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at the ancient god.

Zi Qixing exclaimed, "How...how do you know I am Zi Qixing? And how do you know so much about us ancient gods?"

Qin Zijun did not answer him.

He simply looked up at the sky.

Everyone present subconsciously looked up, and then they were astonished to find that the tribulation clouds that Master Xuanwei had summoned earlier had long since dissipated.

But what appeared in the sky at this moment was not the afternoon daytime, but the night.

In the blink of an eye, the stars shifted and the constellations changed, day and night alternated!

Under the dark night sky, countless stars twinkled, and one star, nestled between the moon and the sky, shone brightly.

"Shifting stars?! You can actually shift stars? Who are you? You...you can't be him! No, impossible! You can't possibly be him!"

Zi Qi Xing had completely lost his tongue and let out a sharp cry.

Qin Zijun ignored him and looked at Master Xuanwei again, chuckling, "Xuanwei, this is how the Nine Views of the Primordial Beginning are used."

As he spoke,

Qin Zijun raised one hand, extended his thumb and forefinger, and gently plucked it.

then,

People watched in horror as his hand fell into the dark curtain, and he plucked the stars from the sky!

They hold the sun and moon in their hands and pluck stars from the sky.

It actually materialized at this moment!