"Amitabha..." Cimei refused to be outdone. Intoning the Buddha's name, he unleashed Lion's Roar. "In life, no attachments; in death, no sorrow. My Buddha rises from the heart toward heaven. Today, I cleanse Jiangchao Temple; tomorrow, I destroy your Duanmu family!"
"Hahaha, then we'll wait and see!!!" That arrogant voice laughed and flew away like a whirlwind.
"The Duanmu Family?" Jingcheng trembled slightly and cried out in shock, "Why has a first-rank Confucian cultivator family shown itself already? Th-this is the Duanmu Family's patriarch?"
"Not Duanmu Tianzhi!" Cimei's face had gone somewhat pale as he said in a low voice, "Duanmu Lianheng, the disciple of the Duanmu Family with the greatest hope of entering the realm of the Literary Sage."
"A Literary Sage?" Jingcheng did not know what to say. Looking at the bedraggled monks and believers around him, he asked softly, "What about these believers who came to pray for blessings?"
"Persuade them to leave!" Cimei had made up his mind by now. "They can only be coerced if they remain here. Their intentions are enough."
"But..." Jingcheng gave a bitter smile. "This disciple has heard that Buddhist believers from all nine provinces of the Cangxian Continent are also heading toward our Jiangchao Temple. How can we stop them? Even these believers... this disciple fears they may not be willing to leave!"
"If they refuse to leave..." Cimei bit his lip and lowered his voice. "Then... it will be the Immortal-Buddha War!"
"Clang..." Just as Cimei's voice fell, an earth-shaking sword cry rang out from the direction opposite Duanmu Lianheng's departure. It drowned out Cimei's words; even the chanting of ten thousand monks and the sounds of wooden fish and bells were obliterated. Tens of thousands of believers could not help covering their ears, pain appearing on their faces.