Taoist Master Xuanhuang

"Release them, no editing needed, release them all to me."

Minghui looked very confident. To be honest, they rarely saw a sect leader in this state.

Minghui is a calm and low-key person. Even as one of the leaders of the Four Super Sects, he never relaxes and is almost never seen taking it easy.

The one with a similar personality to him is Jiu Tong from the Daoist sect, while Sun Hui from the Martial Arts Alliance and Yan Lai from the Confucian sect are much better.

That's just her personality.

This time, they saw such a confident leader that they could hardly believe it.

"Sect Leader, this is not a good idea. If the other three factions learn about the pagoda's abilities, although it won't pose a threat to us, it will be bad for our reputation at this crucial time," a faction leader asked.

What kind of bad reputation?
It was because they were afraid that if they separated themselves, other forces would be wary of Buddhism; it wasn't really about Buddhism's reputation.

"Yes, Sect Leader. Although we are all highly respected and kind-hearted people, we will not recklessly use the pagoda's power. However, it is better to avoid trouble and to hold back than to hold back."

"Sect Leader, I think the masters are right. We need to be cautious and it's best not to reveal the pagoda's abilities, as its power to convert is too strong."

"..."

Immediately, high-ranking officials with differing motives advised Minghui not to do this.

If you do this, others will be wary of us when we use it in the future. It won't have the final say.

Minghui finally understood. Well... I don't want to say anymore. That's all.

My earlier prediction was correct; after witnessing the power of the Causal Pagoda, these high-ranking officials began to waver.

This is a sign that karma has been sown.

The saying "He who possesses a sharp weapon will naturally harbor murderous intent" is indeed true.

"It's alright, you don't need to worry about what others say. It's been completely resolved. The pagoda has been completely refined by this humble monk. Everything is under my control, so rest assured."

Minghui said in a very calm tone.

But to others, it sounded like a bombshell.

What did he hear? The sect leader said that he had completely refined the Pagoda of Cause and Effect, and was not afraid of being exposed or any criticism.

“No, this…” The faction leader immediately panicked upon hearing this.

But don't rush, organize your thoughts first. As soon as he opened his mouth, Minghui stared at him intently, wondering what he would say.

He almost blurted out, "How could you refine it? This is a treasure shared by our entire Buddhist community."

That was the thought, and I almost said it aloud, but Minghui's gaze made me afraid to speak.

“Continue, speak…” Minghui gestured for him to continue.

"Sect Leader, I had no other intentions, it's just... it's just... it's just that this treasure is too important. It's not that I disrespect you, Sect Leader, but this treasure is, after all, at the limit of the third tier, and it's too much for you to refine..."

He hesitated, but fortunately, he was a seasoned and cunning senior executive who managed to come up with a plausible reason.

I have my doubts. Do you, Master, really have the ability to refine it?
“This humble monk truly cannot refine it himself,” Minghui said, deliberately setting the stage for his argument.

Normally, a dignified sect leader wouldn't need to hold a grudge against his subordinates, especially not with this kind of baiting tone.

Minghui was really angry. When the sect leader needed me, he was invincible; when he didn't need me, he was cautious.
What a bastard of a subordinate.

Has your conscience really been eaten by dogs?
They only see their own future interests and don't care about the past when everyone stuck together for warmth?
"Ah this?"

"Master, you're so foolish!"

"..."

Hearing Minghui say that she really couldn't refine it, they breathed a sigh of relief, looking righteous and ready to teach Minghui a lesson.

“However, some people can do it.” Minghui didn’t give them a chance to demonstrate their abilities.

Those who wish to criticize this humble monk from a moral high ground are not qualified.

"Ah!" Everyone was startled.

“You are in hell without even realizing it, alas!” Minghui said in a heavy tone.

"us?"

The subordinates were puzzled.

"I felt there was a crisis when I tried to convert Wu Chan, and the continuous opportunities only strengthened my suspicions... Sure enough, I discovered that we had not truly converted Wu Chan at all. Instead, under the interference of the Heavenly Dao and the law of cause and effect, Wu Chan became the spirit of the Pagoda of Cause and Effect. He planted the seed of cause and effect, and you are all caught in the net!"

Ultimately, he is the leader; if his subordinates are unworthy, then he himself is also unworthy.

It is not the proper demeanor for a leader to hold a grudge against subordinates. A few sarcastic remarks are enough; one must never dwell on the matter.

Anyway, we'll all go our separate ways from now on, and we'll just ignore them. They'll be the ones who suffer in the end. We're still family now, so we should act like the head of the household.

"us?"

"Have we been burdened with karma?"

"No, I don't feel anything."

"Yes, how did we get caught up in this karma?"

"..."

They were shocked. This was no joke. Let alone being burdened by karma by the Heavenly Dao, even ordinary people need to be careful when they plant karma.

"Sect Leader, you said that Wu Chan was not truly converted, he...?"

"It's alright, it's been completely resolved. This is the reason why I, the sect leader, refined the Causal Pagoda. If it's not restricted, the Causal Pagoda will be favored by the Heavenly Dao and is progressing towards becoming a supreme treasure of creation. And what is a supreme treasure of creation? You know."

"A treasure of creation?"

"hiss!"

The senior monks were stunned by the continuous stream of astonishment.

It has actually become a treasure of creation, doesn't that mean that a treasure of creation was once very close to me, but is now very far away?

Does he have the chance to possess a treasure of creation?

You might not believe it, but I once had the chance to possess a treasure of creation, but the sect leader said he had completely refined it.

This is roughly the psychological process.

"It was the Dao Lord. The Dao Lord discovered the clues. If it is not restricted, the Pagoda of Cause and Effect is not only not a treasure, but an existence that controls our causal destiny. We are all in the net... The Xuan Master, with great compassion, completely suppressed and reshaped the Pagoda of Cause and Effect, and handed it over to this humble monk for refinement. That's roughly how it is."

All the monks: ...

The senior monks wanted to cry. So that's how it is, so that's how it is.

With such a program in place, what else can we say?

Do you still dare to say that Master Xuan's handling of the matter was unfair?
Putting everything else aside, if it weren't for the Xuan Master's reshaping and suppression, I would be being controlled by the Pagoda of Cause and Effect, unable to control my own destiny.

They have no doubt about this.

The sect leader has said so, and the Xuan Master has participated, so it must be true; there's no way to fake it.

"Therefore, do not conceal it, spread it openly and honestly. The Pagoda of Cause and Effect has this ability... But do not worry, if you can't trust Buddhism, can't you trust me, the sect leader? I still have this much reputation. With this treasure in my hands, all fellow Daoists in the world will feel at ease." "The reason for doing this is to achieve near perfection. Our Buddhist sect was the first to kill a demonic saint. If we conceal it, it would be despicable. Now that the crisis has been resolved, let's release it openly and honestly."

This is what Minghui wants to do.

The reason we didn't dare to reveal everything before was because the pagoda's ability to convert forgetfulness and other abilities was too unique.

Most importantly, it is not controlled by one person; even high-ranking officials can refine it.

Sometimes, it is safer for one person to have this right alone than for a group of people to have it together.

Moreover, Minghui is fair and impartial, and her reputation has stood the test of time. With such a treasure in her hands, even the three great masters couldn't explain it.

You can criticize Buddhism, but Minghui's character and morality are trustworthy.

If you don't believe that he's one of the twelve disciples of the Xuan Master, then there's nothing in the entire cultivation world you can believe.

Given his status as one of the twelfth disciples of the Xuan Master, who would believe that Minghui could wield a pagoda and wreak havoc?

If Minghui really did that, everyone would be happy.

After all, it means that this disciple is useless, and there is a vacancy among the twelve disciples of the Xuan Master, which will give us a chance to compete for it.

Therefore, they wished Minghui would use this treasure to do whatever she wanted.

But, would Minghui know how to do that?

The group of monks finally understood that their leader had gone astray and was actually setting a trap to lure them.

Then he unleashed a series of punches, leaving himself completely disfigured.

If you simply say that this is the decree of the Dao Lord, why would we be excited?
Absolutely not.

At the same time, his heart died, and the pagoda no longer belonged to him; it was truly under the control of the sect leader.

My most precious creation—!

"Go, do as I say. I've just mastered this treasure and am not yet familiar with it, so I need to go into seclusion to familiarize myself with it. You just need to proceed according to the plan."

Minghui waved her hand.

It's great to be retiring, it's great to stop being this damn head coach.

In the past, I had to be low-key and cautious in order to maintain unity, and I also had to put up with everyone's bad temper. Now that I'm about to retire, there's no one I can be subservient to anymore.

The responsibility is finally being relieved; it feels so good, so liberating.

"Yes!"

The senior executives wore bitter smiles; they were truly distressed and frustrated!

…………

It didn't take long.

[Our Buddhist sect has guided the enlightened Chan-like evil Buddha here, indirectly annihilating him who had entered the demonic realm!]

Everyone's waiting.

I had anticipated the Buddhist sect's actions. With such a big commotion, it's impossible for the Buddhist sect not to give a public explanation.

After all, this is the rule of this world. When a major power does something significant, it will explain it to the outside world for the sake of its fortune and reputation.

Incidentally, it also gathers up fortune and reputation; this has become the rule of this world.

Therefore, as soon as it was released, everyone eagerly clicked on the photo to take a look.

In the picture—

The Pagoda of Cause and Effect hangs in the heavens, its top adorned with the Bodhi Lamp of Destiny, igniting a flame of annihilation. Within the seven-emotion glazed bricks of the pagoda, the wishes of countless believers flicker like the sands of the Ganges, their merits woven together by threads of beeswax to form divine principles. The entire pagoda transforms into—"the Black Hole of Existence."

The word "蔽" is like a piece of glazed cream poured from the sky, instantly isolating the evil Buddha from the resonance of the laws of the Jade Cicada realm (law isolation).
The character "断" (duàn, meaning "sever") transforms into an invisible guillotine, severing the threads of resentment from the millions of believers within the evil Buddha's soul, causing them to break apart inch by inch (the threads of believers are severed).

The word "forget" corrodes like a weak acid, penetrating the core of its mournful mantra. Distorted Buddhist chants, fanatical blasphemy of Zen, obsessions that devour all souls... peel away piece by piece like faded murals.

The evil Buddha's body trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its crystal-clear jade shell. It raised its arm to summon a swarm of cicadas for protection, but the inscriptions of laws at its fingertips scattered like embers in the wind. The molten gold Buddha mark between its brows flickered wildly, finally solidifying, dimming, and returning to nothingness under the wash of the tide of "forgetfulness."

There was no explosion, no screaming.

Only its form could be seen rising from below, inch by inch transforming into transparent, shimmering dust. Countless illusory jade cicadas, clinging to it, fell like a torrential rain, dissipating into pale ashes before even touching the ground. The last wisp of the "Enlightened Cicada's" malevolent consciousness was absorbed into the mirage of reincarnation at the bottom of the pagoda, becoming a dusty fragment of memory, forgotten by all.

This is a scene depicting the Causal Pagoda guiding the enlightened cicada.

The sight sent a chill down everyone's spine. What a terrifying pagoda! Is this the true essence of Buddhism?

This was a fourth-tier saint, yet he was utterly powerless to resist, and was directly converted without a single drop of blood.

This is far beyond what most people can comprehend; everyone says the four are incredibly strong and invincible.

But who can say for sure where the invincible strength lies?

This is the best explanation; it's that powerful.

then……

Boundary Collapse - Cicada Kingdom's Lament

The moment the evil Buddha vanished, the Jade Cicada Realm came to an end:
The root of the law breaks: The chains of the sorrowful law that support the realm are like a snapped string, emitting a sharp cosmic tremor.

The vast, azure mandala net covering the sky instantly dimmed and cracked, transforming into countless fragments of laws falling from the heavens, like a cold, diamond-laden rainstorm crashing down on the earth.

The continuous chalcedony mountain range that forms the foundation of the realm, having lost the infusion of the evil Buddha's will, rapidly turned gray and decayed. The mountain collapsed and crumbled, revealing black holes hollow like honeycombs inside, from which a foul-smelling, stagnant black tide of resentment surged forth.

The Cicada Palace Weeping Dew: Suspended in the center of the sky, the Palace of Ten Thousand Sorrows is forged from solidified Buddha's tears and the skulls of believers. Thousands of spires have broken off, and the falling spires pierce through the layers of scriptures and clouds below, igniting the scrolls that record heretical scriptures, which then transform into countless fire butterflies fluttering in the sky.

Spacetime Cracking: The space at the edge of the boundary cracks like a frozen lake, and the cracks spread rapidly toward the center.

Time descended into chaos, with debris falling from the sky sometimes accelerating like meteorites, sometimes freezing like amber. Shattered tectonic plates collided and annihilated each other within the distorted folds of spacetime.

In just a few dozen breaths, the magnificent and bizarre Wuchan Realm had been transformed into a shattered jade carpet, leaving only a vast "Jade Shavings Wasteland" at its base, covered with thick gray-white bone dust and inlaid with fragments of glass.

Solidified Tear Lake: In the center of the wasteland, the Palace of Ten Thousand Sorrows was completely melted down, leaving behind a turbid tear lake covering tens of thousands of miles, with the ashes of the evil scriptures floating on the lake.

At the core of the realm, a bottomless, pitch-black abyss that devours light is silently expanding, constantly sucking in the Jade Shavings Wasteland and the Tear Swamp, like a cosmic behemoth greedily gnawing on its own remains.

The mournful cries of the jade cicadas, the frenzied chants of believers, and the eccentric Buddhist chants of the past have all been swallowed up by the abyss and returned to eternal silence.

Only at the edge of that void pit, a few wisps of turbulent spacetime, carrying jade dust, occasionally drifted up, like the last meaningless sigh before this world's demise.

The Pagoda of Cause and Effect hangs silently above the collapsed realm, its crystal body shimmering with light, reflecting the self-devouring abyss below, as if confirming the Buddhist proverb—all phenomena are empty, all evils return to stillness.

as well as……

The Causal Pagoda devoured the collapsing origin of the realm, making everyone's hearts clench.

Why isn't it myself? Why isn't it myself devouring the origin of the realm?

I thought it would end with the conversion of one saint, but I never expected this scene to happen; the entire realm collapsed.

Buddhism has won a great victory! I'm so envious and jealous!

...(End of chapter)