Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 671 - 552

Chapter 671: 552

His face even turned crimson. His body was inflamed with golden flames, which stimulated his Life Element and made his Hao Qi surge in strength several times over.

The chief of the Guozi Bureau couldn’t help but feel his heart pound. He turned to Shangshu Hu Ying of the Ministry of Rites and asked, "The situation is critical. Should we summon the Emperor?"

He wasn’t actually worried about Saintess White Lotus. The combined forces of the Confucian, Daoist, and Buddhist factions throughout the capital wouldn’t be hindered by a single White Lotus.

The problem was with the Tiandi Altar. If it were damaged, the fortune of the entire Jin Dynasty would collapse.

Yet at this moment, all the power in the capital was completely immobilized under the control of Saintess White Lotus.

If the Reincarnation Divine Sound kept resonating for too long, the ’converted’ people would soon become the most devoted followers of White Lotus, leaving an endless disaster for the Jin Dynasty.

P>BNow, the only one who could resolve this crisis was the Emperor.

While Yu Jie was preoccupied, only the Jingtai Emperor could suppress this Buddhist menace of White Lotus.

"It seems we have no other choice," Hu Ying replied, his face turning pale, and he nodded slightly.

He clearly remembered how severely the Jingtai Emperor had been injured in the battle half a year ago.

To prematurely wake the Jingtai Emperor would worsen his condition.

Right at this moment, he heard a familiar voice, "Shangshu Hu, could I be given a chance to try first? If that fails, it wouldn’t be too late to awaken the Emperor."

Surprised by the words, Hu Ying turned and saw figures twenty feet away. He first saw the Nirvana Divine Flame burning in the void, followed by a force that caused the space to tremble violently, managing to forcefully puncture a gap through the ’Jiuding Wulong Hunyuan Great Array’ that sealed the capital.

Then a loom shuttle streaked through the sky, carrying several figures from the Yin Realm back into the Humane Realm (Yang World).

At the forefront was Li Xuan.

"The Marquis of Guanjun?" Hu Ying’s eyes flashed a brilliant light, then let out a bitter laugh. "Not to boast, but Marquis Guanjun, your ability to harness the Hao Qi of scholars is still inferior to mine."

He was the Minister of Rites, the Earl Dazong. His status in Confucianism was second to none.

Even Duke Yansheng and Li Xuan, who was the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism, were far inferior to him in this aspect.

Li Xuan nodded as well: "Dazong’s ability to gather the power of scholars naturally surpasses mine by a great deal. However—"

He took out his ’Song of Righteousness’ folding fan and opened it in front of Hu Ying: "Recently, I made some progress in regards to Hao Qi."

"Hmm?" At this moment, Hu Ying, whose hair and beard were fluttering, exuded a vigorous Gang Qi. He stared at the folding fan in Li Xuan’s hand, then unbelievingly met his gaze.

"Flawless!"

How could it be that in the short span of a thousand years, starting from Wen Zhonglie, three great Confucianists with Haoqi Liuli emerged?

Surrounding Hu Ying were several Confucians, some of whom were so excited they could hardly contain themselves.

"It’s almost pure white? It’s actually this pure."

"Flawless Liuli? Its appearance at this time is truly the luck of Confucianism and Jin."

"Lucky indeed, there’s another ’Dinghai Needle’ in our Confucianism."

"Actually, I borrowed some external forces." Li Xuan looked at Hu Ying with sincere eyes: "I’d like to give it a try! Besides, I need to borrow the ’Dragon Whisker Brush’ and 120 ’Green Sky Slips’ from the Wen Temple."

The ’Dragon Whisker Brush’ is a treasure of Confucianism, a semi-divine treasure. It is said that Dongzi used the ’Dragon Whisker Brush’ to compile ’Chunqiu Fanlu’.

As for the ’Green Sky Slips’, they were relics from the Han Dynasty. Sima Qian cut down 150 divine green sky bamboos to make bamboo slips and compile the "Chronicle".

He had used more than 13,000 slips, leaving the remaining fewer than 4,000 to be passed down to future generations, what is left now is scarce.

However, upon hearing this, Hu Ying didn’t hesitate. He waved his sleeve commandingly: "Jijiu, go to the Wen Temple quickly and fetch the ’Dragon Whisker Brush’ and the ’Green Sky Slip’ for me!"

At this moment, Li Xuan stood holding the Wenshan Seal, each step he took seemed like he was climbing a heavenly ladder.

With each step Li Xuan took, a portion of the Hao Qi from the scholars of the capital converged on him.

About a hundred steps later, Li Xuan had already stepped into the sky a thousand feet high.

Saintess White Lotus had noticed him long ago, sneering from afar: "You again? What’s the matter? If Hu Ying can’t do it, do you think you can stop my Buddhist Kingdom from descending to the world after replacing him?"

"Presumptuous!" Li Xuan’s eyes angrily opened and a thunder sound burst from his tongue.

His immense Hao Qi combined with the thunder sound of Shen Kui Lei Yin, instantly resonated like rolling spring thunder, shaking in all directions.

This roar actually had an effect not inferior to that of Yu Jie previously; at least one hundred thousand people in the Capital City woke up from the Reincarnation Divine Sound, all showing bewildered looks.

Saintess White Lotus, however, did not care much. Li Xuan’s thunder sound of Shen Kui Lei Yin could only help temporarily and couldn’t last long.

At most, these people will fall back into the trance under the influence of the Reincarnation Divine Sound within a moment’s time.

But what followed was that she saw a majestic air-column rising from Li Xuan.

It was actually based on the color of Liuli, gathering the Hao Qi of seventy thousand students in Beijing. That almost pure purple pillar froze all the primal spirit of heaven and earth that was originally fluctuating.

"You guy——"

Saintess White Lotus’s heart jumped. This demon hindering her enlightenment, the Hao Qi in his body had become so pure that it was almost as good as Yu Jie’s!

She snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

It’s because the pillar of Hao Qi emitted by Li Xuan has already suppressed the spread of her believers.

The face of Saintess White Lotus was gloomy, and then she forcibly tore off one of her hands, turning it into red blood droplets and sprinkling it on the Liantai.

This fresh blood not only made the entire Liantai burn with blood flames, but Zhao Xixue’s Reincarnation Divine Sound also became stronger.

Saintess White Lotus herself was looking at Li Xuan with a cold gaze. Her Buddha’s Dharma Phase’s three eyes were also looking at Li Xuan.

"No one can stop me in this heaven and earth today! You, Li Xuan, are no exception, as is the Jinque Palace and Emperor Jingtai!"

Li Xuan, standing in the void, felt as if his whole body was under immense pressure. Under this force, his flesh and bones were crushed; his Primordial Spirit, his consciousness, were also oppressed by the power of Saintess White Lotus to the brink of collapse.

At this moment, a pen suddenly flew out from the direction of Wen Temple, along with one hundred and twenty pieces of green light, all falling into Li Xuan’s hand.

Li Xuan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and caught the ’Dragon Whisker Brush’, then exerted all his blood and residual strength, writing words on the Green Sky Slip.

First were the two characters of "The Original Tao", which suddenly formed thousands of thunderbolts in the sky. Li Xuan continued to wield his writing brush— "Charity is called benevolence, doing what is appropriate is called righteousness, from this to that is called Tao, sufficient in oneself and not dependent on others is called virtue."

"Therefore, Tao has gentlemen and petty men, and virtue has calamity and luck. Laozi’s small benevolence and righteousness are not to destroy it, its viewers are small."

— This is Han Yu’s "The Original Tao", in another world, the head of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Han Yu used it to refute the impropriety of Buddhism and Taoism, it’s a timeless masterpiece for tracing the roots and origins of Confucianism!

At the moment when Li Xuan wrote the phrases ’what they call Tao, Tao is what they call, not what I call Tao. What they call virtue, virtue is what they call, not what I call virtue.’, the column of Hao Qi Liuli around him suddenly transformed into a giant form of a phoenix bird, issuing a clear and resonant cry shaking throughout the nine heavens.

At this instant, the ’Reincarnation Divine Sound’ originally covering the whole city was actually overlapped by the phoenix’s cry, no longer able to reach people’s ears.

The Lord Huang in Guozi Bureau, seeing this, was extremely excited. She suddenly rose into the air, turned into a three-hundred-feet long red-golden phoenix, circling in the air together with the phoenix bird, resonating and dancing.

Even Li Xuan’s ’Divine Blood Azure Phoenix’, and Xue Yunrou’s ’Red Cloud Phoenix’ also couldn’t help but join in.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Confucianism students in the entire Beijing city looked up. Their expressions were excited, looking at the sky in fascination.

From the text written by Li Xuan, they sensed the extremely pure essence of Confucianism.

"Phoenix’s cry?" The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau was already getting goosebumps.

In ancient times, there was a phoenix that lived and cried in Qi Mountain. People believed that the phoenix came because of Wen Wang’s virtues and government, it was considered a lucky sign of the prosperity of Zhou.

After several decades, indeed, Zhou overthrew Shang and established the dynasty.

He wondered what kind of text could bring about such a miracle?

The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau then looked at the Dharma Phase of Saintess White Lotus and found that silken cracks were filling the outside of this Dharma Phase, slowly breaking apart.