Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 675 - 537: Destroy the Foundation + - 538: Righteous Blood Purifies the Heavens

Chapter 675: Chapter 537: Destroy the Foundation + Chapter 538: Righteous Blood Purifies the Heavens

"Five Desires Confusion, dreams and illusions so perplexing. If falsehoods can be presented as truths, what more of the tragic past these people lament, which indeed are real."

Zhou Ping’an exerted all his might in "Five Desires Evil Art," for the first time, channeling the dazzlingly pure spiritual power from his Sea of Consciousness.

A somewhat elusive and omnipresent spiritual power, much like the sky, stretched over the entire city.

Whenever encountering a strong spiritual individual, he would not entangle himself, but simply bypass them.

If anyone’s spirit showed the slightest fluctuation, stirred by the cries from the city and feelings of ripples rising within, he would take advantage of this vulnerability, transforming this sliver of hatred into an overwhelming rage.

All hatred stems from greed; greed for life, fear of death, longing for pleasure.

Those who deny me life and happiness are naturally mortal enemies without shared skies.

Even if the high monks from Brahma Temple speak sanctimonious words of virtue,

Ultimately, they cannot alter an iron-clad truth.

That is, the people indeed live in suffering.

Whereas the Fantian believers, those monks and high officials, indeed live in immense luxury.

Hierarchy after hierarchy, the ranks clearly delineated.

And yet, the beneficiaries are but a scant few.

While those oppressed, those preaching sacrifice, are actually the vast majority.

The faith and incense above the city walls, mostly arises from these people...

"Look at Qingyang City, think about Guangyun County..."

"Being the same humans, why are they fed and clothed well, not fearing cold or hunger?"

"The farmer has his field, the dweller his abode, the elderly cared for, the sick healed..."

"All these are tolerated by Fantian, those parasites!"

"Those high above, they all deserve to die!"

"Death!"

"Kill Qingyong Monk!"

"Kill Captain Huang."

"Kill Su Yuanwai!"

"Kill Yuan Sinong..."

...

At first, there were just one or two slogans shouted from somewhere.

Quickly, they surged like a frenzy, echoing throughout many locations in Zhaoshan County.

Eventually forming great overpowering waves.

The cloud of faith and incense above the city turned dull in an instant, as if suddenly losing life and its brilliance.

The Old Monk Xuan Shan, sitting atop the seven-layered Buddha Tower, underwent a drastic change in expression.

Even with his over one hundred and thirty years of mental training, at this moment, he could hardly resist cursing aloud.

Is this even a way to conduct a war?

Isn’t this lacking in martial ethics?

"It turns out the lethality of these loud shoutings is so immense, to conquer without fighting is merely this."

Now Qingnü is also practicing the Heart Sutra of Vast Cold; her soul power has greatly increased, very sensitive in Mental Induction.

She could also see somewhat clearly the things others couldn’t.

Now she witnessed the incense prayer power above the city, thick like cotton yet immense as mountains, dissipating like melting snow.

This process was extremely rapid.

In just this short moment, it had already diminished by thirty to forty percent.

Although the aura still looked quite terrifying, enough to make people apprehensive and afraid to act rashly,

Compared to its previous majestic grandeur, it was much weaker.

And this was only the beginning, as time passed, after a while, who knew whether that faith’s power could still be sustained?

"The raging fire of the masses, easily prompted by others, rises swiftly and vanishes suddenly. In fact, as long as Old Monk Xuan Shan doesn’t disrupt his own formations, answering the unchanging with adaptability, and merely considers the chaotic emotions of the people as passing winds, once the hundreds of thousands inside the city calm down, he will discover what I’ve done hasn’t truly damaged his foundation. In fact, even if taking advantage of the weakened city’s faith to storm in, his chances of winning are still great."

Zhou Ping’an looked towards the city walls, hearing the myriad of chaotic sounds, vaguely discerning the rapid mobilization of soldiers within the city, also seeing Old Monk Xuan Shan and several experts preparing sternly.

A smile appeared on his face.

"But, I’d bet, Old Monk Xuan Shan probably hasn’t experienced this kind of overwhelming, universally condemned situation; his Buddhist heart is already perturbed."

Not just Old Monk Xuan Shan.

Even those netizens in modern society, washed over by countless public opinions, facing this kind of rhythm-led, furiously attacked scenario, still get flustered.

Let alone a cultivator who has spent most of his life in secluded cultivation.

They usually pay little heed even to worldly things that concern themselves, leaving it naturally to the servants to handle.

When truly faced with such a colossal change, the likeliest course of action is cutting the source.

This is also what most people would do in desperation.

"So, will he punish those who have tarnished names? To quell the anger and hatred of all suffering people."

Qingnü seemed to have also figured out how to break this situation.

She blinked her attractive eyes.

If allowing the people to vent their anger and promising better care in the future, perhaps some believers’ hearts can be regained.

She had already heard the sounds of soldiers capturing people throughout the city, and the continuous cries for mercy.

She also saw the extremely troubled face of the Prefectural Governor Hu Guangyu, earnestly advising, "Master, you must not do this. If the enemy hasn’t attacked the city yet and we already massacre our own followers, such a precedent must not be set. If this continues, who will be willing to die fighting for Fantian? Aren’t you afraid everyone will lament like the saying ’the hare’s death brings the fox’s grief’?"

This logic was indeed sound.

Zhou Ping’an commanded the spies sent by Qingnü Sect, who gathered some information on personnel accused of cruel deeds to the people, and the various evils they committed, all specifically targeting Brahma Temple.

Because Brahma Temple in Jiangzhou holds great power, its influence reaching various aspects, those occupying high positions, not to say that ninety percent, but at least fifty percent were related to Brahma Temple.