I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

He wasn't a pedantic person; now that he was here, he certainly wouldn't let go of the experience pack he found here.

Having missed this opportunity, he doesn't know where else he can find so many monsters to grind against.

Having made up his mind, Lin Yi also suppressed the sympathy in his eyes and, as Wu Yun had suggested, mobilized his spiritual power to chant Buddhist scriptures.

In layman's terms, it means that you must be sincere and wholeheartedly devote yourself to reciting the scriptures for it to be effective.

Worried that the island of death was too large and that some evil spirits might not be able to hear the scriptures, Lin Yi specially used the Tiger Roar technique.

His tiger roar, unleashed with over four thousand years of cultivation, instantly resounded like thunder throughout the entire Island of Despair.

Lin Yi's chanting echoed throughout the entire island of Doom. His voice was like thunder, yet his words were clear. The roar of a tiger had the effect of shaking the soul, and as the scriptures were recited, all the vengeful ghosts stood frozen in place.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress..."

The island of death is perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, but with each recitation of the scriptures, a ray of golden light emerges above the clouds, piercing through layers of gloom, followed by a second ray…

The golden light grew stronger and stronger, gradually illuminating half the sky over the island of death.

The light fell upon the island of death, and the evil spirits bathed in it let out painful howls. The golden light caused a severe burning effect on their souls, making them suffer unbearable agony.

But in the midst of extreme suffering, the minds of these evil spirits are slowly being awakened.

Performing rituals to deliver evil spirits is a form of torture for them, just as a serious illness requires strong medicine, and gentle methods cannot save them.

The golden light was like a raging fire, igniting the yin energy within them, which dissipated at a visible speed. However, the golden light that had cleansed the evil spirits did not dissipate. After completing its mission, it slowly gathered behind Lin Yi, and a small golden figure identical to Lin Yi was gradually taking shape.

The dark clouds were dumbfounded.

Shocking the cat for ten thousand years, could Lin Yi be the reincarnation of the Great Sage of Buddhism?

Chapter 337 I suspect they're all acting against me

As Lin Yi was saving sentient beings in the underworld, the waves he caused in the human world also spread throughout the cultivation world.

Longhu Mountain suffered a devastating blow, with two successive Celestial Masters dying at the hands of Lin Yi and a mysterious woman. This news shocked the cultivation world in the south and also greatly shocked several demon kings.

The onlookers who were waiting to see a battle between Buddhism and Taoism were now getting restless.

In Jiankang City, within the imperial palace, Xiao Zhao received the news and, in a fit of rage, smashed many items in his bedchamber.

The palace servants waiting outside the palace were all silent and trembling, none of them daring to provoke Xiao Zhao.

"Useless, all of them are useless! The dignified Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain was actually killed by an unknown nobody on Longhu Mountain. Does he even deserve to be the leader of the Taoist sect?"

Xiao Zhao once suspected that Longhu Mountain was putting on an act.

Please, you're the leaders of the Southern Taoist sect!

Even during the heyday of Longhu Mountain, it was the leading Taoist sect in the world. How did it fall so low in this generation?

The original plan was to support the rise of Buddhism in order to incite discontent among the Taoists. The hatred between the two sides would not erupt all at once, but would continue to accumulate.

He couldn't destroy Buddhism in his current state. The Buddhist sect's fate wasn't over yet. Even with a powerful expert like Yan Qingqiu helping him, and with the imperial court's all-out effort, they couldn't destroy Buddhism.

To contend with Heaven is to achieve half the result with twice the effort.

Therefore, to destroy Buddhism, one must first make it glorious and also make it go mad.

With the Buddhist sect's power growing, there will inevitably be a mix of people under the emperor's control, and there will certainly be those who abuse their power and bully others. At that time, the heavens will be angered and the people will resent him. If he launches a campaign to destroy Buddhism, the Taoist sect, which has long harbored grudges, will surely help him. He can then seize the opportunity to take over the Buddhist sect's fortune and remain emperor for a few more years.

Now that the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain has died, it has lost face. How can it compete with Buddhism in the future?

His policy of supporting Buddhism was originally intended to suppress Buddhism, but now it has actually become a way of supporting Buddhism. Without the fortune of Buddhism, how can he continue his reign?

Such anger is understandable, and it's part of the process of clearing things up.

Just as Xiao Zhao was enraged, a clear and melodious voice came from the overturned bronze mirror on the ground: "It's just that the plan encountered a slight mishap, why are you so furious? Or is it that you can't do anything but get angry?"

Xiao Zhao's face immediately turned red with anger.

The only person who would dare to provoke him at this time is that vixen Yan Qingqiu.

"Are you here to mock me?"

Xiao Zhao's face was cold. Now that he was the emperor, although he still needed Yan Qingqiu's help, he could not allow Yan Qingqiu to trample on his dignity as emperor.

The bronze mirror flipped over on its own, revealing a blurry image of Yan Qingqiu. She did not show her true appearance when she met Xiao Zhao, and Xiao Zhao only knew that she was a demon.

"Suppressing Buddhism is a common cause for both of us, so why should I mock you? Besides, although the current situation has not developed as expected, it is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Isn't this a bad thing?"

Xiao Zhao looked completely incredulous.

Yan Qingqiu calmly said, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. Now that Longhu Mountain has suffered a heavy blow and lost face, the demons and monsters in Jiangzhou have heard the news and have begun to stir up trouble."

"Since Longhu Mountain is currently unable to handle the situation, Your Majesty might as well order the Buddhist sect to cleanse Jiangzhou of the evil spirits causing trouble. At that time, the Buddhist sect's influence in Jiangzhou will completely overwhelm that of the Taoist sect."

"The Daoist sect is already so weak, why continue to suppress it? Aren't you afraid they'll really destroy the Daoist sect?"

Xiao Zhao couldn't understand Yan Qingqiu's thought process at all. According to his imperial power strategy of maintaining a balance of power between the two sides, this was the way to rule.

But Yan Qingqiu allowed Buddhism to completely crush Taoism. Once Buddhism truly becomes a behemoth, will the imperial court still be able to fight against it?

At this moment, Xiao Zhao even suspected that Yan Qingqiu might be the mole.

Yan Qingqiu smiled mysteriously, with an inexplicable meaning: "The Daoist sect is not that simple, you just haven't seen it yet. Our plan doesn't need to be changed. You just need to increase your efforts, and leave the rest to the Buddhist sect!"

After saying that, Yan Qingqiu also disappeared from the bronze mirror.

Only after confirming that Yan Qingqiu was gone did Xiao Zhao breathe a sigh of relief.

He wasn't as calm as he appeared; Yan Qingqiu's entrance was too frightening.

Xiao Zhao even read her veiled warning: this palace is the core of the dragon vein, yet Yan Qingqiu can easily use her magic here.

This seemed to be telling him that even if he became emperor, Yan Qingqiu would still have ways to deal with him.

One can imagine the fear and anger in Xiao Zhao's heart.

He wasn't so afraid before, after all, he was confident that he was destined for greatness, so who would dare to kill him?

Even if Yan Qingqiu was a top expert, he didn't think the other party would dare to use such a ruthless attack.

But after fighting Lin Yi, Xiao Zhao was truly afraid.

There really are some hotheads in this world!

What terrified him even more was Yan Qingqiu's methods of seizing the destiny. Wasn't he able to be so arrogant before because he was relying on his destiny?

But what if someone were to steal his luck and then torment him after he lost his luck? Wouldn't that be terrifying?

If he doesn't cooperate with Yan Qingqiu, will Yan Qingqiu use the same methods he used against Buddhism on him?

No one can guarantee that.

Xiao Zhao knew that cooperating with Yan Qingqiu was tantamount to seeking help from a tiger, but he had no other choice.

Before becoming emperor, he thought that once he became emperor, no one in the world could wrong him. Who knew that even after becoming emperor, there would still be plenty of grievances for him to suffer.

Ultimately, it comes down to him not being strong enough.

Xiao Zhao stared at his reflection in the bronze mirror with a grim expression. After a long while, he finally ordered the palace servants outside, "Go and summon the Crown Prince!"

"promise!"

The palace servant acknowledged and left. Not long after, a handsome young man dressed in rough clothing rushed over. Seeing the mess on the ground, he knew that Xiao Zhao was in a bad mood, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."

Xiao Zhao glanced at the "Crown Prince," and anger reappeared in his eyes.

This was his only son, Xiao Jin. He had kept Xiao Jin hidden for many years, never letting the world know of his existence, all in order to sacrifice Xiao Se and launch a coup.

Because of this, he neglected to discipline his son. Who would have thought that Xiao Se didn't die, and Xiao Jin was also raised into a useless person by him.

That was fine, Xiao Zhao thought he could live for a long time. If his son couldn't make it, his grandson would surely be fine, right?

What's infuriating is that this son likes men and not women, which is bad enough, but he's also the one who's passive.

Although she was born a boy, she had the heart of a girl.

She loved to fuss over cosmetics all day long, and she did indeed look like a delicate and charming girl. Those who liked Nanfeng really liked this kind of girl.

But when Xiao Zhao saw his son in this state, he wished he could beat him to death and recast him.

Unfortunately, this is the only heir of the bloodline.

This is probably retribution. He made Xiao Se dress as a man and raise her as his son, so his own son was raised to be a woman.

Xiao Zhao pressed his brow, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "I have something to ask you to do..."

Chapter 338 Wasted Efforts

Hearing Xiao Zhao's words, the delicate Xiao Jin felt a pang of panic.

He was afraid his father would make him breed, and Xiao Zhao had done so more than once during this period.

Unfortunately, he felt disgusted by the sight of women and could never do that kind of thing.

Therefore, Xiao Zhao was extremely angry during this period, while Xiao Jin was also filled with fear.

He feared that if things continued like this, he would be punished by Xiao Zhao.

"Don't be afraid, what I want you to do is not difficult."

Xiao Zhao looked at Xiao Jin, a flash of disgust in his eyes. Suppressing his nausea, he said, "Don't you like men? I'll give you a chance. As long as you can make a man fall in love with you, I won't force you to do anything anymore."

Xiao Jin: "..."

He understood Xiao Zhao's meaning, and his pale face immediately turned bright red.

Xiao Zhao thought it was shyness, but little did he know that Xiao Jin felt a great humiliation.

He knew he was different from ordinary people, but he couldn't do anything about it.

However, the task Xiao Zhao gave him made him feel that he was no different from the women selling their bodies in the Red Chamber.

But this was his father, and he dared not resist. He could only lower his head to hide the humiliation in his eyes.

Xiao Zhao didn't care about Xiao Jin's attitude.

In his view, since he was a piece of trash, he could only make use of it.