No wonder Jieyin was so shocked and furious.
There was no other reason.
He could see clearly now: the verses Di Xin had written were not the ones he had secretly tried to make him write-"If only this enchanting beauty could move, I would take her back to Changle to serve her king"-and thereby blaspheme Nuwa.
Quite the opposite.
What Di Xin had written was:
"The meditation grove was once a realm serene, now a den where filth lies concealed."
"Eminent monks spout absurdities, their bellies filled with scorpions' venom."
"They lay their snares for pilgrims' wealth, wielding power to twist wrong and right."
"Their robes conceal a thousand evils, enough to fill the Buddha's eyes with tears!"
Every word openly condemned the Buddhist School's hypocrisy and deceit!
The poem was like a resounding slap delivered brutally across Jieyin's face.
He was utterly stunned.
How could this happen?
Why had this happened?!
As a mighty Heavenly Dao Sage, overlooking eternity and manipulating the Destiny of All Living Beings, how had I failed to control the mind of a mere Human monarch?
Where had that Sage Might infused into the incense gone? Where was that gray current powerful enough to warp a Daluo Golden Immortal's mind?
Why had it had no effect whatsoever?!
This defied all reason!
This was absolutely impossible!
For the first time, Jieyin's sagely heart suffered violent upheaval, and his Dao Heart nearly lost its footing.
Not only had the script he prepared failed to play out, someone had torn it to shreds in public and then plastered his face with the scraps!
Humiliation!
An unprecedented, monstrous humiliation!
He was a Sage!
Meanwhile, inside Nuwa Palace.
The Shang Dynasty ministers exchanged bewildered looks, each frozen like a wooden chicken.
Everyone's mind had turned to mush.
*What... what was