Chapter 209 Oh Lord, Why Treat Me So Badly (2/2)

Shen Lian was not sure if the others and Yan Bugui heard this scripture too, he only felt an emotion of shock within. Is this Daoism that he was pursuing, an entrapment perhaps?

He thought that these words had opened up a new revelation, but difficult to understand and went against his past cultivation experience, because cultivations were done to pursue Daoism, bind with Daoism, and finally surpass heaven and earth.

All other people in the hall did not seem to feel the same emotions as he felt. Yan Bugui's face only displayed calmness.

Shen Lian retracted his finger and suppressed his worries within.

Suddenly, a scarlet colored ray appeared outside, and a shapeless vibration was felt from the environment, shaking everyone. Everyone in the hall felt it. Shen Lian got up, and everyone left the hall at once. The sky eastbound was seen filled with colored clouds, divided into five colors, showing a magnificent and heart-tugging scene.

At the same instant, below the heavens, Daoists from various sects had the same detection and looked towards their west.

In the underworld, which was initially pitch black, now filled with five-colored clouds all over. A howl was heard, loud and clear and never-ending, which caused many demon soldiers to suffer as they hugged their heads.

Ye Liuyun stood on top of his blood red throne, and he was shielded by the blood aura around him from the howl.

Far away on the netherworld, a Daoist was seen standing there, who was initially confronting Ye Liuyun. He too, had retracted his aura light, shielded himself and looked up.

The five-colored gleam was shot from the sunny side of Yin Mountain, looking as if there were thirty-three long rainbows, crossing the sky.

Baoyue the Venerable who was strong as a youth stood atop the pagoda of Jinguang Temple, saw the rainbows and sighed, ”Da Ming Wang had locked him up for so many years, yet he managed to study and understand the essence of Zen, transcended beyond the mortal world and escaped.”

A monk stood behind him, who looked just like Mister Sea, he uttered, ”Bald donkey, do you mean that if I mastered the Zen, I could escape as well?”

Bao Yue turned and smiled, ”This I cannot say for sure. I see that you still have a big trial which you may not endure”.

Mister Sea had shaved to be a monk but never felt that he was scolding the bald donkey for bringing him in. He smirked, ”I am now in your Jinguang Temple, even when the trial comes, it would bring all of you down together”.

Baoyue smiled, ”In the mercy of Buddha, we would not care much about all this. If you overcome this trial, you will succeed in your practice and I cannot help but feel happy for you.”

Mister Sea snorted and stopped talking, as he saw the long rainbow in the west, and startled.

In the end, he still envied the thing that was able to transcend beyond the mortal world and escape into freedom.

He thought that if Da Ming Wang, the bald thief, had locked him in the Ming Wang temple, maybe he would be the one who could transcend and escape. He subconsciously felt angry again. His emotions were so complicated it was indescribable.

At this time, in the Xuantian Sect, a middle-aged Confucian who was teaching saw the west side rainbow and smiled. He looked at his curious students and said, ”I shall stop here today.”

As he finished, he folded his arms and walked out. The students who initially drawn to the westward rainbow, subconsciously looked towards the back of their teacher, the middle-aged Confucian who seemed to carry an indescribable aura far exceed the captivating five-colored clouds.

As the saying goes, one would not know how high the skies were, which would be appropriate to describe the current situation.

The middle-aged Confucian cited, ”I want to pursue the highest level of wisdom, but I cannot understand it. Oh lord, why are you treating me so badly?”

That last sentence was very heartfelt. Among the students, there was Song Qingyi, who thought, ”Everyone wants to transcend the heaven and earth, yet the grandmaster thought that the heaven and earth treat them well.”

The ”me” in the sentence was not only describing the middle-aged Confucian but also included all mortals.