Immortal Father
Chapter 892 - 892 311 Li Dazhi's Little Rebellion Three More for Votes_3

892: Chapter 311 Li Dazhi’s Little Rebellion [Three More for Votes]_3 892: Chapter 311 Li Dazhi’s Little Rebellion [Three More for Votes]_3 “But why does father want me to seek out Li Ping’an to discuss the past and the future?

Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor is asking for guidance, needing my experience to help?”

Lady Ba quietly pondered.

What she did not know was that the Jade Talisman in her hand had already been modified seven or eight times by Emperor Xuanyuan.

The first version, though more direct, could explain her current confusion.

But then again…

“Is it really necessary to give away so many Treasured Materials?

Father doesn’t run the family so he doesn’t know how expensive firewood and rice are, the Western Continent’s battles may not succeed in one go.”

Lady Ba’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, as her almond-shaped eyes gradually sparkled with a lively light.

“Offering Treasured Materials is okay, but it can’t be for free.”

She whispered so to herself.

…

Dong’an City.

Li Dazhi sat upright in the quiet room.

More than ten elders of the Casting Cloud Sect sat cross-legged in front of him, exchanging and reading scriptures in their hands.

Soon, these elders opened their eyes, each showing a bit of excitement.

“Sect Leader!

These scriptures are good!

They’re definitely an asset to establish a teaching, surpassing the Western Sect!”

“We should do something big!”

“Indeed, Sect Leader!”

Li Dazhi raised his eyebrows and smiled, “What do you mean by big?

It’s just a translation of their scriptures with some added basic values.

Elders, do you see any flaws or omissions?”

“No flaws or omissions, after reading such scriptures, This Poor Daoist feels greatly benefited.”

“Sect Leader, are we going to promote it across the East Continent?”

“Eh,” Li Dazhi said seriously, “I’m creating these scriptures to extinguish the influence of the Western Sect.

Naturally, wherever the Western Sect is preaching, that’s where we’ll secretly circulate our scriptures.”

“The land of the Western Continent is in the midst of war, it may not be easy to preach there.”

“Not necessarily!”

An elder spoke earnestly:

“We have newly taken many places on the Western Continent, apart from the desert to the south, slightly to the north is a place of prosperity, with countless Hundred Tribes Fortresses!

“These fortresses are said to worship the Western Sect, if we can extinguish their influence here, we can certainly strike a blow to the Western Sect.”

Another elder said, “Heavenly Square Pavilion sent news that many small worlds outside the heavens are where the Western Sect directly preaches.”

Li Dazhi said: “Let Heavenly Square Pavilion take care of preaching outside the heavens, our Casting Cloud Sect will handle affairs on the Western Continent land; I’ll later discuss a plan with my father-in-law.”

“Sect Leader, what is the name of this religious faction?”

“I’m still thinking, I originally thought about calling it the Western Continent Sect, but that name is too common and uninteresting.”

Li Dazhi patted the top of his head, his wig shifted—he hadn’t borrowed his son’s mana recently, and his hair under the wig had grown quite a bit.

He finally toughened up and muttered:

“Why not just call it the Mahayana Buddhism!”

The elders were confused.

Suddenly, there was the sound of muffled thunder outside the window.

Li Dazhi was slightly startled and turned to look outside.

He didn’t know if he was seeing things, or if his mind was in a trance, he faintly saw the ethereal figure of an old Daoist, but when he shook his head and looked carefully, he could not find any specific figure.

The elders seemed to not have heard Li Dazhi’s muttering just now, another elder asked:

“Sect Leader, what is the name of our sect?”

Li Dazhi paused and sat in thought.

What’s going on?

“Didn’t you hear the name I just said?”

The elders looked puzzled.

“Did you hear the thunder outside?”

The elders looked at Li Dazhi in a weird way.

“Fine, it’s nothing,” Li Dazhi waved his hand, “I’ll think again about the name, all of you may go and attend to the sect’s affairs.

The task of the Heavenly Court’s Treasured Materials rests on our shoulders!”

“By the Sect Leader’s decree!”

The elders stood up to pay their respects and filed out, leaving the quiet room.

After they left, Li Dazhi sat for a moment lost in thought, then suddenly said: “Mahayana Buddhism.”

There was silence around him.

There was also no thunder outside.

‘Is it haunted?

Pff, I stand at the pinnacle of Heavenly Immortals, what ghosts and monsters should I fear?’

Li Dazhi cleared his throat, “Mahayana Buddhism!

Mahayana!

Buddhism!”

In a spur of the moment, he pushed open the window, leaned out of the Formation, and shouted towards the outside: “Mahayana!

W—”

Before he could finish, suddenly, a dry old hand appeared out of nowhere, covered Li Dazhi’s mouth, pulled him back inside the formation, and pinned him to the ground with a slap.

“Fellow Daoist!

Big karma!”

Li Dazhi struggled fervently, turning his head to look at the lean old Daoist holding him down, eyes full of astonishment.

Who the heck is this?

How did he come out?

He didn’t notice at all!