Simultaneous travel: I am proving the great way in the heavens.

Chapter 634 The Power of Luofu! The Poor White Snake and Xiaoqing! The most important matters of the state are sacrifice and war!

A monster unable to control its demonic nature lingers around a city like Qiantang, where the human population is large.

Especially in the area around Qiantang, where the righteous path is in great decline and there is no way to contain her power.

Even if Xiaoqing is unintentional, she can still commit heinous acts that terrify Xu Xian to death.

Even if Xiaoqing intends to do good, she may still do evil with good intentions.

Luofu must be wary of this.

Xiaoqing's questioning of Luofu startled the white snake, who quickly replied, "Xiaoqing."

After scolding Xiaoqing, the White Snake looked at Luofu with even more fear and unease and said, "Please forgive me, God, Xiaoqing... Xiaoqing didn't mean it."

"It's alright!" Luo Fu waved his hand.

Unlike the White Snake, who possesses a deep humanity, Xiaoqing is more wild and untamed. She is like a rebellious child, but this child wields terrifying power.

Personality issues are actually very easy to correct.

The more untamed and wild a creature is, the more easily it is swayed by power.

Xiaoqing is like that; she is more easily driven by instinct.

Just now, as a snake demon, when facing the Mahoraga Great Python God who had attained enlightenment, Xiaoqing immediately felt as if spring had arrived and couldn't help but want to get closer to Mahoraga.

However, when faced with a force that threatens her life, she is not like the White Snake, who has her own bottom line and is extremely easy to yield to.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Xiaoqing is a bully who preys on the weak and has no bottom line.

She also has her own bottom line. If violence forces her to submit and truly crosses that line, she will never give up resisting out of awe of power. This was clearly demonstrated when the White and Green Snakes flooded Jinshan Temple.

A glance swept over Xiao Qing's damaged scales. The scales, which were originally as lustrous as jade, now gave off a kind of battle-worn beauty. The eerie nature of her being was extremely easy to influence.

Luo Fu said, "If you stay in Qiantang, even if you are unintentional, it will still have an impact on the surrounding area. Therefore, you have no choice but to leave and go to that blessed land. What do you think?"

"Hmph! You're stronger than us, do we have a choice?" Xiaoqing said angrily.

"I will obey the arrangements of the gods." The white snake was much more agreeable then.

Luo Fu was already used to the two sisters' contrasting attitudes.

This determined the arrangements for the two sisters.

Luo Fu will naturally resolve this problem completely as soon as possible.

With a flick of his sleeve, a surge of boundless vitality instantly flowed into Xiao Qing's body.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoqing let out a series of suggestive moans.

Visibly, cracks appeared on her battle-damaged scales as her massive body twisted and turned.

In just a few breaths, Xiaoqing completed a molting process.

After shedding her skin, her size did not increase; instead, it shrank a bit, but this was proof that her cultivation had advanced further.

Having completed her molt, Xiaoqing twisted her body and transformed into a naked young girl in front of the White Snake and Luofu.

The girl had a graceful figure, with a slender waist that seemed boneless. She straightened her upper body, but her legs still swayed back and forth as if they had no bones, completely disregarding her current naked appearance.

Seeing this, the white snake frowned in a human-like manner, flicked its tongue, and the green snake skin that Xiaoqing had shed was lifted by a strong wind and floated towards Xiaoqing. The moment it landed on Xiaoqing, the snake skin turned into a green dress in a flash, completely covering her graceful figure.

While helping Xiaoqing put on her clothes, the White Snake also twisted her body and transformed into a girl in a white dress in front of Luofu.

The white snake, now in human form, bowed to Luofu and said, "Thank you, God, for helping me transform. We sisters will now head to the Blessed Land and Grotto-Heaven. We will not leave the Blessed Land and Grotto-Heaven for even a moment without your permission."

Xiaoqing obediently followed the White Snake's example, curtsying to Luofu, but remained silent.

Luo Fu's purpose was not simply to send the White and Green Snakes to the blessed land for cultivation.

He was interested in the very blessed land itself, the grotto-heaven that could still grow miraculous herbs that could bring the dead back to life in this era of great upheaval.

They wanted to find out exactly what this blessed land was all about.
Why do the White and Green Snakes and Fahai both know where it is, and Fahai even clearly had contact with the cranes in the temple?

“I will personally escort you two there,” Luo Fu suggested.

Xiaoqing pouted and said, "Since you said that we will hide in the blessed land in the future, you will definitely not go back on your word."

"Xiao Qing." The White Snake seemed quite exasperated by Xiao Qing's arrogance and took the initiative to explain, "The High God personally escorted us sisters to the blessed land; how dare you interfere?"

Although it seems that the White Snake is scolding Xiaoqing, her words also express her dissatisfaction.

However, Luo Fu ignored this.

Under Luofu's tyranny, there was no room for the White Snake and Xiaoqing to voice their opinions.

The two sisters had no choice but to obediently follow Luo Fu's wishes, riding on clouds and flying towards the so-called blessed land.

Luofu followed closely behind.

After he and the two snakes, Bai and Qing, left.

Soon, a monk carrying a book box walked over from the place where Luofu had fought with Fahai and Zen Master Baiyun. His face was full of grief.

Upon seeing the aftermath of the battle raging around them, the young monk immediately knelt down.

"Master." With tears welling up in his eyes, the little monk burst into tears.

Just as the monk was immersed in grief over his master's passing.

A phantom figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Upon seeing this illusory figure, Shi Fang's eyes lit up, and with reddened eyes, he said, "Master, you...you're still alive?"

"Foolish child." The last wisp of obsession left by Zen Master Baiyun said, "I have indeed passed away. What is before you now is merely a wisp of obsession. I know you will definitely come back."

"Master, I..."

Shi Fang's words were abruptly interrupted by Zen Master Baiyun, who said, "Listen to me first. My time is running out. My passing is the will of Heaven. You must never have any thoughts of avenging me. Also, you must return to the temple immediately upon hearing the news of my passing and inform the temple. From now on, you will cultivate in the temple and should not travel around anymore."

After quickly giving his instructions, Zen Master Baiyun still had some lingering concerns and added, "Remember, remember, no matter what, never go to the capital, and never get close to that National Preceptor Pudu Cihang."

"What about Yuanzhen?" Shifang asked unwillingly, "Is there nothing I can do?"

“That’s right!” Zen Master Baiyun said, “My passing has nothing to do with him. If you ever encounter him on the road in the future, you should give him a wide berth.” “Master.”

The people of Shifang were devastated.

For him, it was only natural that Zen Master Baiyun asked him to send the news of his passing back to the temple.

It's only natural to tell him not to seek revenge against Luo Fu right now, since Shi Fang is currently not even close to having any cultivation level, so how could he possibly be a match for Luo Fu?
But from then on, making him retreat in front of Luo Fu, the enemy who killed his master, really hurt Shi Fang's heart.

Even Shifang overlooked the fact that the National Preceptor Pudu Cihang in the capital was mentioned by Zen Master Baiyun.

The Imperial Preceptor Pudu Cihang and Zen Master Baiyun were, in principle, a high-ranking imperial preceptor and a simple mountain monk. They had no contact whatsoever, at most they were both Buddhists, but one was Tibetan Buddhism and the other was Central Plains Buddhism.

From any perspective, neither of these two situations warrants a special reminder from Zen Master Baiyun.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Shi Fang only had his master's death and his enemy Luo Fu in his mind, and he was completely unaware of the special nature of the Chinese Master Pudu Cihang in the capital.

"Foolish child," Baiyun Temple said softly, "you are not suited to be a monk. It's a pity that I cannot see your future."

As Master Baiyun finished speaking, the dim Buddhist light instantly formed a golden Buddha pendant less than an inch tall.

This is the golden Buddha that Zen Master Baiyun reconstructed after he was destroyed by Luofu, having transformed into a majestic golden Buddha.

As a Buddhist treasure that one carries with them wherever they travel, the Golden Buddha may seem to be able to be refined even by an ordinary blacksmith's furnace. However, the essence of the Golden Buddha is extremely mysterious, and even if it is damaged, it can be repaired.

Unfortunately, those gold dust pieces that were worn away can never be recovered.

Given that Master Baiyun is now only a remnant of his soul, all he can leave behind for the ten directions is this golden Buddha pendant.

Holding the golden Buddha pendant in both hands, Shi Fang burst into tears.

He was unaware that after Zen Master Baiyun passed away, even his relics fell into the hands of Luofu.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Shi Fang finally stood up, sobbing, and bowed in the direction where the remnant soul of Zen Master Baiyun had dissipated.

He then hid the golden Buddha in his clothes and headed towards the temple he remembered.

He did indeed follow Master Baiyun's instructions and return to the temple, but whether he has truly let go of his hatred for Luofu remains to be seen.

Just after Shi Fang left, a group of people from Qiantang arrived one after another at the ruins of the previous battle.

However, compared to those from all directions, none of the Qiantang people who had gathered there dared to actually approach the battlefield ruins.

Even more people gathered here, simply to burn incense and pray, as if begging the golden Buddha and the four-eyed, six-armed deity for protection.

Until the magistrate of Qiantang County and the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, who had built a villa in Qiantang, arrived, surrounded by a group of yamen runners and servants.

Only then did someone finally dare to muster the courage to approach the remnants of the previous great battle.

The Qiantang County Magistrate, who had a low profile, carefully observed Wang Taichang's every move.

To a mere county magistrate, Wang Taichang was a high and mighty official, someone who held his life in his hands and could not be offended under any circumstances.

Although it may seem that the Grand Master of Ceremonies and the county magistrate are not in the same system, it should be noted that the Grand Master of Ceremonies was in charge of sacrifices, and the most important matters of the state were sacrifices and war.

Moreover, as a high-ranking official in the imperial court, even a casual remark from Wang Taichang could be enough to ruin this magistrate of Qiantang County.

"Lord Wang," the magistrate of Qiantang County said cautiously, "how should we report such an unusual phenomenon?"

The fact that such a battle between golden Buddhas and ancient gods had occurred around Qiantang could not be concealed under any circumstances. The news had to be reported to the capital by express courier, which could be as fast as 600 li or even 800 li.

However, how to report it is open to discussion.

Without Wang Taichang's appearance, the magistrate of Qiantang County would undoubtedly have portrayed this battle as the Buddha descending to earth to slay demons and monsters.

After all, the current imperial court favors Buddhism over Taoism. Even the Imperial Preceptor is a Buddhist disciple.

However, the appearance of Wang Taichang made the magistrate of Qiantang County have to think twice.

Don't think that a county magistrate is a minor official. You should know that a county magistrate also has another title: Marquis of a Hundred Miles.

As the highest official in a county, the saying "a county magistrate who ruins a family and a prefect who exterminates an entire clan" is enough to make people feel how great the authority of a county magistrate was within his jurisdiction.

A county magistrate who truly wields power, even if he doesn't claim to be intimately familiar with everything that happens in his county, certainly doesn't have anything major to hide.

As for Wang Taichang, his previous remarks inevitably reached the ears of the county magistrate.

One is the official's position, and the other is the truth.

Even if the current emperor reveres Buddhism and suppresses Taoism, and honors Tibetan Buddhist monks as national preceptors, a mere county magistrate cannot possibly use the current national preceptor to suppress the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices.

On the one hand, he lacked the necessary background; on the other hand, doing so was far too dangerous.

If one were to oppose Wang Taichang, there might be a chance of rising to the top in one step, but the greater possibility would be utter ruin.

Compared to the risks, this magistrate of Qiantang County clearly preferred to blend in with the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Wang Taichang pondered for a moment and said, "How can we possibly comment on the conflict between gods and Buddhas? In my opinion, such a battle between gods and Buddhas should absolutely not be recorded in writing."

"So, what does Lord Wang mean..." The magistrate of Qiantang County seemed to vaguely understand what Wang Taichang meant, but still asked with a bewildered look.

“A mirage, an illusion, is an auspicious sign,” Wang Taichang said, as if reflecting on his own experience.

The magistrate of Qiantang County instantly understood, nodded, and said with an expression of agreement, "Lord Wang's insightful opinion is also in my opinion. This mirage is a manifestation of gods and Buddhas, and is an auspicious sign born because of His Majesty."

As he spoke, the magistrate of Qiantang County bowed slightly towards the direction of the capital.

With Wang Taichang's final word, the description of the battle between gods and Buddhas outside Qiantang City was reduced to a mirage in the memorial sent to the capital.

They even reported it to the imperial court under the guise of an auspicious omen.

Of course, the emperor would definitely send someone to investigate such an auspicious sign, and with the tone that Wang Taichang and the magistrate of Qiantang County had set, the government would certainly not have any other explanation.

As for ordinary people, their opinions are completely unimportant.

When Wang Taichang and the magistrate of Qiantang County, whether actively or passively, concealed this great battle between gods and Buddhas at Luofu.

Luo Fu, however, had already followed the white and green snakes and flew towards Kunlun Mountain.

Having traversed millions of miles, we are about to reach Kunlun Mountain.

The white and green snakes, their figures swiftly passing through the air, suddenly seemed to have entered another space.

(End of this chapter)