Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 670 - 552: Origin of Taoism (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1

Chapter 670: Chapter 552: Origin of Taoism (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1

As the immense hand of Mother Buddha Wanzhang, as massive as a mountain, pressed down into Capital City.

Peng Fulai, who was on patrol in the city’s eastern district, couldn’t help but furrow his brow, his face contorted in distress.

Xuanchenzi took one look at him and became anxious, "Fulai, are you alright?"

"The sound of the music has intensified!" Peng Fulai looked at the gigantic Buddha statue in the sky, his face becoming incredibly strange.

His heart was filled with shock, curiosity, and anger, but there was no hint of hostility: "Qianqian said this was the Reincarnation Divine Sound? I’m strangely at peace right now. It’s as if I’m starting to believe it’s right for her to enlighten the people - free them from suffering, witness the Void.

Damn it, I feel like I’ll be a complete wreck if this continues."

The situation hadn’t gotten to that point yet. Peng Fulai could clearly feel his soul being twisted by the music.

If this was affecting him so much, the effect on ordinary people would be even greater.

Next, Peng Fulai heard clear, loud readings coming from afar.

The voices came from all directions: some from the Guozi Bureau, others from various academies in Capital City, and some from the Court’s Hanlin Academy, the six ministries, the three law Divisions, and so on.

No fewer than tens of thousands of people were reading the articles "Shuer" and "Yong Ye" from the "Analects".

Peng Fulai knew that these two Confucian classics contained phrases with especially powerful effects on demons and evil spirits.

Such as ’Children do not speak of freaks, or chaotic gods.’, or ’Respect the demons and gods, but keep them at a distance.’.

The voices of these tens of thousands of people melded with Haoqi energy, and suddenly in the sky above Capital City, a grand Pillar of Haoqi rose.

Forming a golden pillar of energy that reached into the heavens, it made the evil spirits in the city cry out in pain.

Peng Fulai’s expression softened slightly. The effect of this Haoqi on suppressing the music was even more apparent than that of the ’Jiuding Wulong Hunyuan Great Array’.

Following that, chanting sounds began echoing in the sky once more.

It was the "Surangama Sutra", "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", and so on - all the most orthodox scriptures of Buddhism.

Unlike the "Sad-dharma Pundarika Sutra" of Saintess White Lotus. The large temples in Capital City were also creating giant statues of Buddha in the Void, sheltering the sky above the city with their lotus shapes.

Voice filled with anger bellowed from several temple directions: "You’re insolent! Capital City does not tolerate your rampant acts of sacrilege!"

"How dare you, an evil spirit who tarnishes the name of Buddhism, call yourself a Buddha?"

"How outrageous! The Reincarnation Divine Sound is a Buddhist method for subduing demons and slaying evil, and you dare to use it to bewitch the minds of the people?"

Even the several Taoist temples in the city were manifesting figures of Sanqing, protector deities, and were positioning them against the gigantic Buddha Mother in the sky.

Their power was far less than that of Buddhism.

Only because the Taoist observatories of the Quanzhen Sect and the Zhengyi Sect were mostly located outside of the city, while the number of Buddhist temples within Capital City, was vast.

At this moment, in the high sky, Saintess White Lotus was looking down at the scene below with a cold laugh.

The Haoqi from the Confucians and the chanting of the Buddhists, both had great suppressive effects on Zhao Xixue’s ’Reincarnation Divine Sound’.

Saintess White Lotus could feel her rate of gathering followers in the city had slowed considerably.

—But that was just slowing down, not eradicating!

"Confucianists!" At this moment, Saintess White Lotus’s eyes were focused on the direction of the Wen Temple and the Guozi Bureau.

At this point, within the Wen Temple and the Guozi Bureau, not only did it have the three thousand Jiansheng of the Guozi Bureau, several thousand more Confucian students had gathered, all summoned by the Ministry of Rites.

It was the season of the autumn examination, so all practicing Confucianists from north Zhili had gathered here.

Saintess White Lotus realised that the biggest obstacle to her converting three million Capital City residents at this moment was this place.

With a sneering smile, Saintess White Lotus said: "Ignorant ones, what’s the point of you Confucianists practicing the scriptures and cultivating Haoqi? You live your life toeing the line, and days are even worse than those so-called monks. Why not convert to me, enter my Vacuum Homeland, and enjoy eternal bliss?"

At this moment, the Buddha Dharma Body of her statue suddenly opened its heavenly eye from its forehead, projecting towards the Guozi Bureau. Instantly, countless golden Buddha lights enveloped the entire area of the Guozi Bureau, clashing with the Pillar of Haoqi.

This made the expressions of everyone in the Guozi Bureau, including the Minister of Rites, Hu Ying, and the Jijiu, turn grave.

They were not afraid of the oppressive power of Saintess White Lotus, but they could not ignore the Reincarnation Sound which had suddenly increased tenfold in intensity.

All of the Confucian students in the Guozi Bureau, who were meant to be reciting "Shuer" and "YongYe", had started reciting the "Sad-dharma Pundarika Sutra" against their will.

The face of the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau turned pale: "These scoundrels!"

He recognised the Confucian students forcibly converted by Saintess White Lotus - most were those who frequented brothels and did not work hard on their studies.

Compared to them, the test-takers in the Wen Temple were faring much better - out of a hundred students, perhaps only two or three at most.

The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau swore to himself that after this storm, he would tighten the rules and regulations within the Bureau, and expel all who were the black sheep.

"This demon!" Minister of Rites, Hu Ying gazed at the sky, his eyes dark. As the Minister of Rites, he was doing his utmost to unify the Haoqi of the students in order to counter the sound.