Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 442 - 42 Battle of Wits_2

Chapter 442: Chapter 42 Battle of Wits_2

The world had nine million Taoist Soldiers and thirty-six Venerables, with countless Returning Void True Monarchs.

However, Buddha State was like a cesspool. Once exploded, it would dirty the entire world; any mortal might be enlightened by the Buddha Ancestor in their sleep and then countless temples would spring up like bamboo after rain.

For Huayang, eradicating a huge hidden danger was more important than stability, as the Buddhist Sect had the foundation to shake the rule of the Daoist Sect.

As for Yun Miao, this Carefree Daoist was more inclined towards stability, as only then there would be peace.

The three people present sought radically different societies for humanity over eight hundred years; now was the era of peace under Yun Miao.

Yun Miao and Huayang looked toward Qingcang, seeing this peerless True Immortal whose formidable reputation made it hard for people of the world to breathe. Unbeknownst to them, he had started sewing his Daoist robe again.

"This world is not only ours; let him try it."

"Yuqing Heavenly Venerate never harbors the world in his heart."

Stepping forward slightly, Huayang said, "I request the revered master to order the eradication of the Buddhist Sect."

The moment his words fell, an invisible force sent him flying, and only after three breaths did a loud noise come from afar.

Yun Miao tugged at the corner of his mouth, inwardly cursing this fool.

He asked, "Revered Master, are we just going to stand by and watch?"

"He’s not a child, and we all have our own matters to attend to," Qingcang spread out the Daoist robe in his hands, lifted it for a closer look, and his face lit up with a smile.

"It should fit well; young people should wear something nice."

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Inside the Buddha Hall.

The delicate-faced novice monk looked left and right, finally fixing his gaze on Qingyi Daoist. His ethereal voice intoned, "Amitabha Buddha, this benefactor has a connection with our Buddha; would you like to join our Empty Sect and enjoy boundless blessings?"

"Enter my Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss and receive boundless blessings."

The subtle sound of Buddha resonated, causing dozens of monks below to breakthrough on the spot, greatly uplifting their realms. Countless people closed their eyes to recite scriptures, grasping the blessings in the Buddha’s sound.

Onlookers of great power looked on in shock.

Just a hint of Buddha’s intent allowed breakthroughs across a great realm?

Then what use was Qi Cultivation?

Some whose faith wavered began to sit down, either openly or surreptitiously eavesdropping on the monks chanting beside them, allowing strands of aspiration to emerge.

There were three types of observers: the first consisted of various renowned sects who came because of relationships and face; the second were those from the Daoist and Demon sects who were not satisfied and thought of joining Buddha for a greater path; the third had committed offenses and sought refuge in Buddhist Sect.

Renowned sects were few, most came with the intention of converting.

"Amitabha Buddha."

A senior True Monarch murmured in a low voice, faint yet clear enough for everyone in the Buddha Hall to hear distinctly.

Under the gaze of the audience, an old True Monarch with patchy white hair, rejuvenated like a dead tree in spring, rapidly transformed into a young man.

Then three thousand strands of hair fell to the ground, his head round and smooth, Buddha’s light illuminating all.

"Seek refuge in the Buddhist Sect?"

Qingyu Daoist, leaning completely in the arms of a female Bodhisattva who filled his cup with Immortal Drunk, looked up and drank, his leg nonchalantly resting on the table, his smile carelessly disdainful, much like a libertine.

"Join your grandmother, I am a Mystic Sect Venerable, supreme under the heavens, you mud Buddha qualify?"

Then Qingyi Daoist looked toward the several great powers below, who were losing their hair. A tsunami-like sacred sound and a cold snort from him caused them to spit blood, their hair regrowing.

"Have you submitted the paperwork to the Daoist Sect? Did you explain clearly to your sect? And have you lived up to the grace of your master’s teaching and upbringing?"

Hiss!

Is this the reclusive Yuqing Heavenly Venerate from eight hundred years ago?

The observers were not only shocked but also began to feel a sense of reverence, with Chongxu True Monarch especially, his face flushed with excitement.

Without strength, it’s called arrogance; with strength, it’s called domineering, especially when one truly holds supreme stature.

"Benefactor, is such bullying and tyranny different from a wicked demon?"

The delicate-faced novice monk frowned slightly, making Qingyi Daoist even more unrestrained, slightly easing his vigilance inside.

A slight displeasure indicates he is not the Buddha Ancestor; evident displeasure shows his cultivation is not yet perfect.

Buddha Meetings always rumored to be Buddha Ancestor preaching, yet Chi Yu Zi could faintly sense the depth of this delicate-faced novice monk.

A bit stronger than himself, probably a Buddha, equivalent to a Daoist Immortal.

Whether truly so was uncertain, Chi Yu Zi had battled many Devil Ancestors; all could suppress her, but as beings on par with immortals, they couldn’t kill her, which showed their limits.

’Will I upset Gu Wen if I get beaten up later and make him lose face?’

Chi Yu Zi slightly sobered up, but her reckless nature took over, and she quickly dismissed the thought.

It’s just a beating, how could he "eat" me up? I’m not afraid of losing a few pounds of flesh!

She slammed the table and said, "What difference is there between the Buddhist Sect, harboring filth, and demons?"

"How could you claim we harbor filth?" The young monk defended, "Buddha is compassionate and enlightens all beings. Even a sinner, if receptive to teachings, could become a revered monk."

"And what about those sinners who murder?"

"They naturally repent day and night, chanting sutras for the dead to accumulate merit."

"Is your damn merit capable of bringing the dead back to life? If you ask me, paying for murder with your life is only just, and aiding a tyrant deserves death."

Chi Yu Zi’s disgust was evident in her eyes since she always saw things in simple, straightforward terms.

Evil is evil; wrong is wrong.

Even someone as powerful as Huayang Venerable had wronged Gu Wen in the past. No matter his reasons, she didn’t hesitate to strike, and if no one stopped her, Chi Yu Zi was really ready to kill.

She despised the Buddhist Sect even more than Huayang, who at least had some form of moral ground, whereas the Buddhist Sect just offered twisted arguments.

The young monk pressed his palms together, softly chanting ’Amitabha Buddha,’ and said, "Taking a life is a sin. Life after death is beyond us—Earth Law. Killing an evil person only accumulates sin. It’s better to reform them, adding one more good person under Heaven."

"To hell with your goodness!"

Qingyi Daoist threw a wine pot, and a streak of Buddha’s light shielded the monk, followed by a punch enveloping tremendous force, as if a mountain range was crashing down.

Boom!

The Buddha Hall shook violently, swaying numerous monks off balance.

The Buddha’s light prevented the temple from turning to dust, but the aftershocks still made it hard for many to stand.

The young monk was protected by 38,000 layers of Buddha’s light, of which Qingyi Daoist shattered half with his punch, the next already inches away.

"Bald donkey, stubborn turtle, move aside for me!"

After three punches, the resistance of the Buddha’s light shattered, the young monk, unemotional, merely raised his hand to stop the third punch.

Qingyi Daoist smirked and said, "You’re nothing special."

The young monk blocked her full-force attack with just a lift of his hand, yet he was on a higher level, and offensive power was not his strength.

He’s a sham, a fifty-fifty gamble.

Chi Yu Zi always had her way with enemies—if one couldn’t retreat her in one move, they couldn’t beat her.

"Amitabha Buddha, since the benefactor ignores the Buddha’s teachings, I’ll have to use some physical persuasion."

The young monk clenched his fist and struck out, turning the Qingyi Daoist instantly into a nine-meter golden man.

Clad in a golden armor and red robe, with three eyes full of rage, holding a golden stamp in the left and a golden whip in the right.

The golden whip crashed down like thunder, the young monk stepped back and shifted slightly, creating a Buddha State. The attack of the whip was blocked, and the golden stamp followed strongly, pressing down on the monk’s skull.

The young monk raised his hand, catching the golden stamp.

He countered move by move, yet it was clear his fighting was weak as the Buddha.

Suddenly someone realized something, Chongxu True Monarch exclaimed, "He’s not Yuqing Heavenly Venerate; he is True Martial Demon Sweeping Heavenly Venerate!"

True Martial Demon Sweeping Heavenly Venerate, the title held by True Martial Palace. This title was spread more broadly than Chi Venerable because most times, Chi Yu Zi used this title when killing.

If he was True Martial Demon Sweeping Heavenly Venerate, then who was Yuqing Heavenly Venerate?

Chi Yu Zi ignored the fact that she had been exposed, immersing herself in the duel. Though disadvantaged spirit and soul, if this frail body couldn’t prove invincible, how could she prove herself better than Chi Ling?

And how could her talents seem worthy of walking alongside Gu Wen?

The golden man punched the young monk, the Buddha’s light cracking inch by inch, and he was utterly shocked, completely falling into a disadvantage.

At that moment, the golden Buddha’s eyes stirred as if coming to life.

The Buddha’s gaze met the golden man, a hundred-meter Buddha reached out in an instant, making Chi Yu Zi feel the space around expand exponentially.

In a blink, a swath of Qingyi fluttered in front of her.

Within the nine-meter golden man, Gu Wen appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Chi Yu Zi, facing the Buddha’s light.

He simply exhaled a mystic tone.

"Scram."

Instantly, the Buddha’s light dispersed.