Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 676 - 537: Cutting Off the Foundation + - 538: Righteous Blood Purifies the Heavens_2

Chapter 676: Chapter 537: Cutting Off the Foundation + Chapter 538: Righteous Blood Purifies the Heavens_2

They are the staunch believers, or in fact their own disciples and grandchildren.

Or those who have exhausted their family fortunes to support Brahma Temple.

More so, there are relatives of highly respected monks, misusing the name of Brahma Temple to carry out their misdeeds.

Among the list, the Hu Family accounted for as many as five people.

Therefore, Hu Guangyu also felt very uncomfortable.

"At this time, we must make a choice, if we cannot quell the anger that has been incited among the citizens, with insufficient combat power, who can stop Zhou Ping’an’s sudden attack?"

Old Monk Xuan Shan had an expression as cold as iron.

He actually belonged to the cultivation sect.

He viewed the reputation of Brahma Temple as extremely important and could not tolerate any provocation. To him, Zhou Ping’an was seen as a formidable enemy, a hatred that cut to the bone.

On that day, he watched with his own eyes as Buddha’s Son Li Yuangang, while facing him, took the hit from the Moni Pearl, turning his dear apprentice and nephew into a mist of blood—this was an unforgettable humiliation.

As long as he could stop Zhou Ping’an, or even, in the upcoming clash, directly kill Zhou Ping’an, he was willing to make any decision.

What’s more, he didn’t really care about those big rats in Zhao Mountain City.

He also deeply detested their actions which tarnished the pure name of Buddha Sect.

At this moment, achieving two ends with one action, wielding the butcher’s knife, he faced no psychological pressure at all.

"Or else, should this old monk leave on my own, and let my dear apprentice-nephew take charge of defending Zhao Mountain Prefecture?"

Hearing that Hu Guangyu wanted to say more.

The officials and generals surrounding them also wanted to speak and persuade, but once Old Monk Xuan Shan spoke out, nobody dared say more.

Hu Guangyu took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed.

"Execute them, I only hope this can save the city, and when reinforcements arrive, we’ll compensate their families doubly."

Amidst the cries of anger and sobbing throughout the city, under the insistence of Old Monk Xuan Shan, more than a hundred people who usually lived in luxury were captured.

In front of those angry citizens, they were beheaded one by one.

To quell the rage and hatred of the people.

Outside the city.

Zhou Ping’an shook his head with a smile: "Qing’er, you might think that the true demand of the citizens is to severely punish the abusers, to kill those officials and rich merchants who have been oppressive in their everyday lives."

"Isn’t it? I think this hatred doesn’t seem fake. They have got what they wanted, what else are they not satisfied with? Shouldn’t they regain their faith in Brahma Temple?"

Green Lady was also a bit perplexed.

She was only strictly following Zhou Ping’an’s instructions, but she didn’t know the real reason why he was doing this.

"Actually, it’s not."

A mysterious sneer crossed Zhou Ping’an’s face.

"They actually don’t hate those abusive officials and rich merchants in their hearts; they wish they were those officials and rich merchants instead. The root of all suffering is that others have, while I do not."

Zhou Ping’an realized this deep understanding.

After watching some pitiable yet detestable people on the internet being dragged into confrontations, he finally understood.

Those who envied the rich and the officials, fundamentally did so because they themselves were not rich or officials.

Why do people curse capitalists for being merciless exploiters every day, yet everyone wants to be the boss?

Why does everyone say those officials are good-for-nothing,

yet those administrative positions are so popular?

People would fight over them to the point of breaking their heads.

In the end, they just want to live a better life, good or bad, it doesn’t seem important to them.

But with a single command from Old Monk Xuan Shan of Brahma Temple,

he obliterated the splendid visions of ordinary people.

They were shown a bloody reality.

Whether they believe or not, whether they are in a high position or at the bottom, life and death are at the mercy of someone else’s single thought.

Born as ants, one must accept their fate.

Even the high officials of Brahma Temple, who devote themselves to worship, believe wholeheartedly, and staunchly defend the sect, can kill believers at will and take their wealth.

So, what hope do these people have?

Their only hope is through one path: with the heavens above, Brahma Temple must be obliterated.

Pull down Brahma Temple and the high and mighty Buddha from their pedestals; otherwise, this world will always be so, forever without any hope.

Zhou Ping’an waved his hand.

With a change of the banner.

Four loud voices changed their tune.

Immediately began to promote that man must rely on himself, no one is born nobler than others, talking about how there is no oppression in Ping’an Army, that citizens and officials, rich households, are all equal, and other strange remarks.

Even a few of them became excited, raised their voices in song.

"In this world, there are no saviors, no need for gods or emperors, everything can only depend on oneself."

"Let us use our hardworking hands to create a wonderful homeland."

As this wave of sound entered the city,

countless people within the city joined the chorus.

As if a red glow swept across the entire city.

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Chapter 538 Righteous Blood Purifies the Heavens

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Zhou Ping’an then saw a strange sound erupt from the white Mount Yun above the city.

Boom...

It had collapsed by more than half.

Immediately after, the white mist dissipated.

The sky above was clear and cloudless, with only a bare pale Moni Pearl hanging in the void, no longer possessing a grand and mighty aura.

The seven-story Futu Tower began to explode and fall apart from the middle.

Amongst the rolling dust and smoke,

Old Monk Xuan Shan was so enraged that his eyes turned black, his complexion turned bluish-purple.

Holding onto the Moni Pearl incredulously, he roared, "How could this be?"