Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 331 - 330: Tears in Their Eyes, Daoist Lin, Farewell!

Chapter 331: Chapter 330: Tears in Their Eyes, Daoist Lin, Farewell!

[Congratulations, Host, you have successfully broken through to the Celestial Immortal Fourth Layer!]

The sea of clouds churned.

Lin Heng sat cross-legged on the Demon Sword, and when he opened his eyes again, his gaze was more restrained.

He was already on the edge of a breakthrough.

After slaying the State Preceptor of the Profound Immortal Realm, he finally reached the Celestial Immortal Fourth Layer.

"What do you plan to do with them, capture them for what?"

Long Kui finally couldn’t hold back and asked the question in her heart.

In the roaring winds, a giant Buddha’s Palm followed alongside the Demon Sword.

They were now far from the territory of the Imperial Dynasty.

"If we don’t bring them out, they will die."

Lin Heng sighed, looking at the figures within the Buddha’s Palm, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Would the emperor kill them? Doesn’t seem like it."

"He even deliberately took your sword."

Others couldn’t see it, but as the Sword Spirit, Long Kui could clearly feel that when the sword slashed towards the Supreme, the other side did not resist.

Although she also didn’t think the opponent could be a match for the Daoist,

still, being blessed with such fate, fighting to the death would certainly be somewhat troublesome.

"Whether to kill these people or not is not something he can decide," Lin Heng said.

Long Kui, the girl with a bewildered mind, didn’t understand the subtleties and wasn’t interested, so she curiously asked:

"Then how do you plan to deal with them?"

"Are you going to keep taking them along?"

Lin Heng shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the countless floating islands in the distance.

After a moment, his sight landed on a desolate place.

"It’s impossible to take them with us, we ourselves have no foothold at the moment. We can only rescue them, and the rest, they must fend for themselves."

As he spoke.

Lin Heng’s speed increased sharply.

Soon he arrived above that desolate island.

Then, with a thought, the giant Buddha’s Hand spread like a lotus, revealing hundreds of prisoners.

At that moment, these people were still somewhat unsure of their fate.

Seeing Lin Heng, most of them looked fearful.

Lin Heng could almost imagine how much torment they suffered at the hands of the bald monks to tremble all over when they saw him.

With a light sigh in his heart, Lin Heng’s face, however, was unusually stern.

"Today I, a poor monk, eat vegetarian, and do not wish to commit more massacre."

"All of you, listen carefully."

"Never return to the Hidden Dragon Dynasty, or if I catch you, I will make your lives worse than death!"

His tone was ruthless, presenting the image of a fierce monk.

Scaring the prisoners to trembling.

Then Lin Heng added, "And if you dare to secretly worship the Daoist Sect in the future, don’t blame me for using your Primordial Spirits as lamps to light up the sky!"

Through this, Lin Heng already understood that now not only those in Daoism find it hard to survive.

The fate of the Daoist believers is also tragic.

Unable to protect everyone now, he could only give a stern warning not to worship Daoist deities anymore.

Who would have thought that the prisoners, who were full of fear a moment ago, had many who would rather die than submit after hearing they couldn’t believe in Daoism anymore?

"Bald donkey, stop your nonsense!"

"Even if the sky falls apart, we will only believe in the Dao, never in Buddhism!"

"Never!!"

Their voices were organized and loud, their eyes full of determination. When looking at the monk-attired Lin Heng, the fear in their eyes disappeared and was replaced by hatred.

"You all..."

Lin Heng never expected.

These people would ignore life and death, still believing in Daoism over Buddhism?

He was filled with mixed emotions for a moment.

Both moved and helpless.

After a prolonged silence, Lin Heng advised:

"Whatever your faith is, it resides in your heart, why must it be spoken?"

"The Great Dao is everywhere, as long as your heart has Dao, why obsess over the form of worship?"

"This..."

Lin Heng’s words caused those present to unconsciously furrow their brows in deep thought.

"It seems to make some sense..."

Many murmured to themselves.

Their eyes towards Lin Heng became puzzled.

"You don’t seem to be quite like those monks?" someone couldn’t help but say.

Lin Heng’s expression shifted subtly, pretended to be annoyed, and said:

"Alright, scram quickly."

"Don’t wait until the poor monk regrets it, I won’t mind going on a killing spree despite it being the vegetarian period!"

With those words.

The people present turned pale and quickly used their mana to flee to the islands below.

However, in the end, dozens of people remained where they were.

Lin Heng slightly frowned, his eyes dark and said:

"Why are you still not leaving, do you think your life is too long?"

Dozens of people, their eyes red with tears, suddenly knelt before Lin Heng.

Lin Heng was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Only to hear those people crying and laughing.

"The Dao is underfoot, the Dao is in the heart, the Dao is everywhere, no incense offering is needed..."

"Daoist Priest, these were the words you once told us!"

Lin Heng’s body trembled, and he denied it: "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Yet those people looked towards Long Kui and the Demon Sword.

"In fact, when we saw that sword, we guessed it was you..."

"Back then, when you fought Fa Hai near the Imperial City, it was with this sword!"

"You have finally appeared!"

"Daoist Lin..."

At this moment, the faces of dozens of people were already full of tears.

Lin Heng stood dumbfounded, his eyes feeling a bit sore, he turned his body away, sighing with his back to everyone.

"As long as the Dao is in your heart."

"You must take care of yourselves."

"In hopes, one day, Daoism may prosper and truly protect the people..."

"Farewell!"

With these words.

Lin Heng controlled the sword and vanished from there.

Those dozens of people, with tears and laughter, kept repeating:

"You have come."

"Daoism will flourish!"

"It definitely will!"

...

The Demon Sword traversed through the sea of clouds, Long Kui’s face full of emotions.

"I didn’t expect they still remembered you."

Lin Heng’s gaze was complicated: "It is my incompetence, I have failed them."

Long Kui wanted to say something but stopped, eventually changing the subject: "Where should we go next?"

Lin Heng took out a detailed map of the Southern Celestial State given by Yan Tong, his voice filled with killing intent as he uttered four words.

"Great Suspended Mountain!"

...

...

In half a month.

The earth-shattering events that happened in the Hidden Dragon Dynasty finally reached the Great Xuan Kong Mountain.

The Immortal Monks here, upon hearing that the State Preceptor was slain, were all furious.

But amidst their anger, there was more suspicion.

"Sent by Venerable Sumeru?"

"What grievance does our Great Suspended Mountain have with him that he would strike down Senior Brother Fakong?"

The Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Western Heaven Buddha Country, along with the Venerable Jie Di Monk, countless gods and Buddhas.

All have their own strongholds.

Mutual conflicts, indeed, are not false.

But the Great Suspended Mountain had no conflict with the Venerable Sumeru, who ascended a hundred years ago.

On the contrary.

Both sides are very keen to deal with remnants of the Daoist Sect.

In some sense, they could even be considered like-minded.

They simply couldn’t understand why the Venerable Sumeru would send someone to slay the State Preceptor they had planted in the Hidden Dragon Dynasty.

The Immortal Master who came to report from the dynasty, seeing the doubts among the high immortals, hurriedly said:

"This matter has attracted public attention, everyone in the Imperial City knows."

"If you do not believe, you are welcome to come to the Imperial City to investigate with me!"

Everyone looked at each other, just as they were about to speak, suddenly auspicious clouds descended.

The Immortal Monks hurried to bow down: "Greetings, Master!"

That Immortal Master also hurriedly saluted: "Greetings, Venerable Tianxuan!"

Venerable Tianxuan, expressionless: "Fakong has served your dynasty with great effort, now that he has met with disaster, why did your majesty not rescue him?"