The People's Outrage Boils

Lingli is working hard, only asking for follow-up readings.

At this moment

Dragon-Raising Temple

Lingli stood in a meditation room, looking at the old monk lying on the bed with concern.

"Martial Uncle Muqiao, how are you feeling today? Have you gotten any better?"

A few days ago, Muqiao was seriously injured while resisting Great Asura Lord. Although he miraculously survived, he had been bedridden ever since.

Until today.

"Cough cough... Amitabha. It's nothing. The Buddha feels my temperament is not up to par, and hasn't yet summoned me to serve him."

Muqiao made a joke, but his face was pale and devoid of color.

"Martial Uncle... you... alas, you shouldn't joke about the Buddha. Amitabha, sin, sin."

Lingli repeatedly clasped her hands together, her pretty face solemn, and recited Buddha scriptures.

"You... you're still so rigid. The Buddha is in my heart. Whether it's a joke or not, how could he care."

"Forget it... help me up. The sun is nice today, perfect for basking. This old body of mine, it's really not what it used to be."

Muqiao smiled and, with Lingli's help, walked out of the meditation room.

Looking at the frail Muqiao, Lingli's heart ached. She felt her Buddha Dharma was not yet profound, her concentration insufficient, and her temperament lacking. She could only change the subject and said, "Martial Uncle, why didn't Martial Uncle Muna make a move that day? If he had helped, you wouldn't have been bullied by that Great Asura Lord."

"Is guarding the Snake Abyss seal really that important?"

"And Master too, she'd rather guard Xuan Ye than come out to help you. What is everyone thinking!"

Lingli's heart was filled with confusion and a touch of indignation, even casting doubt on her own master.

"You don't understand!" Muqiao shook his head, not answering.

This attitude only made Lingli more annoyed. She pouted, "If you don't tell me, how can I understand?"

Muqiao sighed and thought for a moment, then said, "Regarding your Martial Uncle Muna, you must know that even if Dragon-Raising Temple is destroyed, he cannot leave the entrance seal for half a step. This has been the rule of our temple for three hundred years. Even if the Buddha himself appeared, it could not be changed."

"As for your master, don't blame her. Yuanhui manages a temple and has too many concerns. Xuan Ye is a prince of Zhaoyang Country, the current emperor's own brother, and also heads the Imperial Court of Zhaoyang, being the foremost figure of the Imperial Court. If something were to happen to him, it would be tantamount to the destruction of our Dragon-Raising Temple."

"Have you considered your master's difficulties?"

Muqiao's words silenced Lingli completely.

After a long while, she continued to ask, "Martial Uncle... does our Dragon-Raising Temple... truly have a True Dragon?"

After experiencing that day, with the Fire Dragon appearing, how could she not be curious?

True Dragon...

Muqiao's eyes flickered. He did not answer, but said meaningfully, "Lingli, if one day, the True Dragon truly appears, but intends to destroy our Dragon-Raising Temple? What will you do?"

However, before Lingli could answer, he muttered, "If that were to happen, then flee. Leave Great Wasteland, leave Zhaoyang Country, leave Ten Nations and Twelve Veins. Flee as far as you can, to the ends of the earth, and never return."

"Just like three hundred years ago, that Blood Rain. This is the destiny of our Dragon-Raising Temple, and also our..."

Muqiao's voice suddenly stopped.

Lingli was listening intently. Seeing this, she looked up at Muqiao in confusion, only to see a sky full of red light rushing towards her. Blood-red ominous clouds, like an omen of Devils, covered the sky for a hundred miles around.

Splash, splash

Raindrops the size of beans instantly began to fall.

A coppery, sweet scent filled her nostrils. Lingli instinctively touched her hand, only to see it already covered in crimson.

"Blood Rain!"

"Three hundred years, has the cycle returned?"

Muqiao's voice, at this moment, was filled with despair and unease.

Chiyang City, City Lord's Mansion.

My mind is restless.

My thoughts are uneasy.

Since Xuan Ye left, Fang Wenshan has been stationed in Chiyang City. These past few days have felt like years.

First, the plan regarding the True Dragon failed. Although it wasn't his fault, the Emperor's reprimand was unavoidable.

Most likely, his official hat would be taken away. Even with Xuan Ye mediating, there was no guarantee of a perfect outcome.

Being punished was inevitable.

This wasn't much, though. As long as he wasn't forced to leave Chiyang City, this vast Chiyang City would still be under his command.

The main issue was that he didn't know which scoundrel had caused trouble, but the news of the imperial court colluding with evil Devils to attack Dragon-Raising Temple had been leaked. And it was spreading with vivid details.

Lingfa stated that he absolutely did not do this.

The public erupted in an uproar.

Although the rumors were stopped in time, many were unwilling to believe them. However, the unexpected silence from the Dragon-Raising Temple and their recent refusal to see visitors made people suspect.

Many capable individuals, scholars, great merchants, and Buddha family followers in the Great Wasteland had publicly questioned the court about this. However, the court dismissed them, calling them Devilish Heresy disrupting order.

"This kind of suppression might work for a while, but it's not a long-term solution."

Fang Wenshan paced agitatedly by the window, unable to devise a strategy for the current situation.

Anyone with a clear mind could see that the people of the Great Wasteland were waiting for the Dragon-Raising Temple to issue an explanation.

But the Dragon-Raising Temple remained indifferent, even recalling all Monks who were traveling and exorcising Devils. This had led to a recent surge in evil Devil incidents across various regions.

The public's discontent was boiling, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. As long as the Dragon-Raising Temple didn't come out to explain, this resentment would accumulate more power, eventually becoming uncontrollable and exploding completely.

"Damn it... these foolish people of the Great Wasteland, they only have the Dragon-Raising Temple in their hearts, disregard the law, and disrespect the court. They deserve to die!"

"And this Dragon-Raising Temple..."

Fang Wenshan was full of complaints. He thought, "You Dragon-Raising Temple, you didn't suffer significant losses, only a blow to your pride. I've already personally visited to apologize and promised a lot of benefits, so why are you still making a fuss?"

Closing the temple and refusing to explain was simply ungrateful.

"They are all rebels and traitors, deserving of death by everyone..."

"And those fools in the royal family, why does every one of them dream of being emperor? Even if they dream of being emperor, why do they also scheme for the dream of the True Dragon?"

Fang Wenshan complained incessantly in his heart. He truly didn't understand what the emperors of Zhaoyang Country had been thinking. They all wanted to scheme for the legendary True Dragon. Did the True Dragon kill their ancestors?

They were all incredibly foolish.

"It's raining again. The True Dragon of the Dragon-Raising Temple is really diligent!"

The rain hit his face, but he didn't care. He picked up his teacup, only to discover that the rain was crimson.

Like blood!

No.

Or rather, it was blood!

Fang Wenshan was stunned. After a long while, he looked outside and found that the land and sky had already turned blood-red.

It was like the end of the world.

"Blood Rain!"

"This... this is a terrible omen!"

At this moment, a chill rose from the depths of his heart and quickly spread throughout his body.

His mind turned cold!

Gulp, gulp.

Su Qingqiu felt utterly dejected. His large snake eyes revealed endless confusion.

This flow of menstrual blood came too suddenly, and he couldn't accept it.

His mouth was full of a strange smell.

If not for the extraordinary effect this blood had on him, he would rather not have the Spirit Ruins!

Fortunately, the menstrual blood didn't last long. When the last drop of blood from the Spirit Ruins fell into his mouth.

He suddenly felt a round object pass through his throat and into his abdomen.

[Devouring Blood Nest... Exorcism and Blessing in progress...]