Su Ziji went outside and found the guards coming to meet him. The monk respectfully escorted them out of the small temple and watched the distinguished guests disappear into the distance before turning back.
"Great Brahma Master, can we really agree to such conditions?" a middle-aged monk asked with his palms pressed together. "This seems to run counter to our grand plan."
The Brahma Sect naturally had a method for spreading its teachings: disparage all gods and exalt the Brahma Venerable alone.
Specifically, as they had just discussed, the court in these central lands called its power dragon aura, and the emperor was called the True Dragon. Thus, they degraded dragons into snakes, with the Great Peng devouring five hundred dragons a day.
Through this gradual, imperceptible influence, they naturally trampled the mortal court ten thousand times underfoot.
Nor did it stop there. These central lands revered Heaven, so they translated what had originally meant a realm or region in Sanskrit as "heaven," and divine beings as "heavenly maidens" and "sons of heaven," trampling the emperor into the mud in one stroke.
There was also the Future Brahma gathering popular support in preparation for an uprising.
Now that they had agreed to revisions, their strategy of "destroying a nation's name before destroying the nation itself" had failed.
Even though the old monk was one of their three leading figures, he could not decide this alone.
"Alas." The old monk sighed deeply. "For this strategy to work, we must exert gradual, imperceptible influence and build a foundation among the people without putting the court on its guard. Once the court takes it seriously, it becomes difficult to carry out."
"More importantly, this world is unusual. Even if we spread the teachings to a million followers, though the divine image already shines,