Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 672 - 553: Qi Breaks All the Laws_1

Chapter 672: Chapter 553: Qi Breaks All the Laws_1

"Indeed, it’s one of those demons! It beguiles with a bright exterior."

In the Guozi Bureau, the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau let out a cold sneer.

That was because at this moment, the true nature of Saintess White Lotus’s Buddha-like Dharma Phase was revealed.

This entity, originally emanating brilliant Buddha’s light, sacred aura and solemnity like the golden body of Buddha’s mother, had transformed into an incredibly hideous image.

Its entire body was of a black-red hue, covered not with skin but countless blood-colored runes and numerous swollen abscesses.

If you looked closely, you’d see that these abscesses were actually human faces.

Its facial features appeared stitched together, incredibly irregular, and constantly changing. A single glance would send chills down your spine and create a sense of discomfort.

The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau thought that not even the blood demons described in Buddhist scriptures were as ugly as this thing.

However, at this time, what the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau was more concerned about was the text written by Li Xuan: "Laozi’s petty benevolence and righteousness is not just a slander, but a short-sighted view... Is he criticizing Laozi’s teachings as petty benevolence and righteousness? This Marquis of Guanjun, what a grand ambition he has."

However, Hu Ying, the Minister of Rites, nodded approvingly: "While he is ambitious, each of his words is like a precious gem and his arguments are extremely rational. Currently, there are many impure-minded Confucian cultivators trying to blend our Confucian teachings with the philosophies of Laozi’s faction. Isn’t that abandoning the root for the branches?

As soon as Mr. Hufa’s text was published, it will be able to trace back to the original source. From now on, the world’s scholars can put to rest their debates on this matter."

As Hu Ying said this, he deliberately glanced at the Wen Temple next to him.

With each word written by Li Xuan, the Warning Bell at the Wen Temple had already rung for the third time.

It was clear that not only did Li Xuan’s article deeply resonate with him, but also with the ancestral saints of Confucianism.

In addition, the glazed column in the sky was growing even more solid and vast, with an imposing momentum.

This signified that the tens of thousands of students in the Capital City approved of Li Xuan’s article and the logic within, causing them to develop feelings of admiration and respect.

Only with the unanimous approval and shared ambition of tens of thousands of people was Li Xuan able to harness and channel their Hao Qi to this extent.

Saintess White Lotus was not without resistance. She was employing various types of demonic techniques and powerful Buddhist methods against Li Xuan.

However, these efforts proved futile. Under the onslaught of Li Xuan’s Hao Qi, these techniques instantly collapsed and disintegrated upon contact.

"Righteous thoughts can easily prevail over countless methods." Next, the Minister of Rites, Hu Ying showed a subtle change in his expression.

While sensing the words written by Li Xuan, he murmured softly to himself.

’Zhou’s ways have declined. After the death of Confucius, the Fire Sect rose during the Qin Dynasty, Laozi and Huang-lao teachings during the Han, and Buddhism during the Wei, Liang, and Sui dynasties. Those who did not belong to the Yangist school have turned to the Mohists; those who did not belong to Laozi’s teachings have turned to Buddhism...’

Hu Yin thought to himself, was Li Xuan planning to steer his words against Buddhism?

Then he noticed that Li Xuan had written another sentence - ’If future generations wish to listen to the teachings of righteousness and morality, whom should they follow? Followers of Laozi say, "Confucius, whom I take to be my Master’s disciple." Followers of Buddhism say, "Confucius, whom I take to be my Master’s disciple."

"Well said!"

The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and exclaimed in praise, "Nowadays, there are indeed some radical and heretical views in Confucianism. Marquis of Guanjun’s article truly resonates with me!"

He thought to himself, out of a stone’s worth of talent, Li Xuan was certainly worth eight loads.

When Li Xuan wrote ’The teachers of old dealt with one issue at a time, but the teachers of today tackle three. The houses of peasants are one, but the houses that eat their grain are six. The houses of artisans are one, but the houses that use their tools are six. The houses of traders are one, but the houses that rely on them are six. What happens when the nation becomes poor and turned to theft?’

The Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau and the Minister of Rites, Hu Ying, heard the Warning Bell in the nearby Wen Temple ring for the unprecedented fourth time.

The world around them was illuminated by countless thunderbolts, as if it was daytime.

The thunder echoed, awakening many people immersed in the music.

At this moment, not only did the face of Saintess White Lotus across from him turn green and black; but also many high monks from various Buddhist temples felt their hearts palpitate, turning paler than paper.

The minister of rites, Hu Ying, a gleam in his eyes, exchanged glances with the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau.

They both sensed Li Xuan’s deep hostility towards Buddhism from the text he had written.

The two of them also perceived the wrath of the Buddhas, as well as the approval of generations of sages for the current Hufa of Neo-Confucianism.

What Li Xuan was saying was that, people in the ancient times only needed to support the four classes of people - the scholars, farmers, craftsmen, and traders. But now they have to support six classes - the scholars, farmers, craftsmen, traders, Taoists, and Buddhists. How could this not lead the people into poverty and force them to resort to stealing?

As for Taoists, it wasn’t so bad. They focus more on personal cultivation, advocating asceticism; but Buddhism, after generations of Zhao and Yuan, was now gradually coming into its peak, with each temple possessing fertile lands and tracts.

The Minister of Rites, Hu Ying, was secretly surprised, wondering why Li Xuan would write such a text? Was it because of Saintess White Lotus? Or was it because of his recent dispute with the Zen Sect, or perhaps it was inspired by his visit to Tubo a month ago?

Hu Ying had been in service for many years, and naturally, he wasn’t so naive as to believe that the poverty of the common people was solely due to Buddhism and Taoism.

However, this statement clearly profoundly resonated with the hearts of the sages.

——The reason for this world’s decadence was certainly not due to Confucianism, but solely the result of the misconduct of these bald-headed, fur-clad individuals!

This was an obvious appeal to the emotions of the Confucian students, which caused many of them to feel a burning passion, full of indignation, making the glazed column above the entire Capital City to start covering in a layer of scarlet bloodlust.

Hu Ying also noticed that the Hao Qi in Li Xuan became more apparent in suppressing the Buddhist power. It not only made the brilliance of the Buddhists in the capital city dim, but the gigantic Liantai of Saintess White Lotus also started showing cracks.

Hu Ying knew that this was the so-called ’denunciation by pen and mouth’.

While taking action, they also negate the other party in terms of reasoning, allowing oneself to uphold righteousness - this was especially important for the Confucian’s Hao Qi.

Hao Qi, the more righteous and impressive it was, the greater its imposing manner.

At this moment, the most distressed was the Saintess White Lotus in the high sky.

She could no longer suppress Li Xuan with her magnificent Buddha Power, instead the Hao Qi rolling over from the other side, was devastating everything around her with an unstoppable momentum.

It was as if she was facing the sensation of Shaobao Yu Jie before.

At this moment, the face of the Saintess White Lotus had lost its aura of peace, and even her expression of compassion was absent, instead it contorted in agony.

If it weren’t for the vow she had made to the one-armed man in black, if she didn’t still hope that the one-armed man in black would destroy the Tiandi Altar, causing the collapse of Jin Dynasty’s fortune, the Saintess White Lotus would have wanted to turn around and leave this very moment.

After all, so far she had been profiting. The one-armed man in black, in order to persuade her to take action against the capital city, had given her many precious treasures.

Also, there were 500,000 believers in the capital city that had been ’converted’ by the Reincarnation Divine Sound. After the event, there would at least be sixty to a hundred thousand devout followers left.

"Have you finished writing, demon?"

The eyes of the Saintess White Lotus were nearly split open with rage, not only did her face reveal a surge of blood, but even bloodstains overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

By now, her golden Dharma Phase had already crumbled and disintegrated. Saintess White Lotus no longer concealed it and directly let the black-blooded demon reveal its original form, with a body aflame with blood, using the pair of eyes embedded with millions of human eyes to stare at Li Xuan.

"Not only do you want to break my Dharma body, but you also want to directly destroy my Primordial Spirit? You’re delusional! The destruction of the Tiandi Altar is imminent, and the fortune of the Great Jin is destined to collapse. You won’t make it in time—"

Li Xuan gave her a calm glance and continued to write on the ’Green Sky Slips’ with his whole heart.

And at this moment, his whole body was not only surrounded by green thunderbolts. The cry of the green phoenix became clearer and more piercing, moving people’s hearts even more.

At this instant, tens of thousands of people in the entire capital city were awakened from their daze.