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It might just be my imagination, but the tablets in the Grand Temple, which were once a deep black, seemed to have dulled significantly when I glanced at them just now. I could almost hear faint cries echoing in the air.
Cai Zhuo felt an overwhelming sense of urgency. He was pleading for help and didn’t dare to push too hard. However, as time passed, Sang Qingxiao also felt uncertain and decided to give it a try.
At the Small Tavern, nearly everyone was mobilized except for the children. Cai Zhuo felt that there weren’t enough people and called upon the Demon Catchers from the Office of Censors across the street.
A large group hurriedly made their way to the Grand Temple.
Strange phenomena began to appear around the Grand Temple. What was supposed to be a sunny day now seemed shrouded in mist, isolating the temple from the world. The guards on duty appeared to be acting strangely as well. When Cai Zhuo presented his token, he was surprisingly stopped.
How bold! Can they not see who I am?
Cai Zhuo called for the Dragon Guard, and a leader emerged, looking somewhat clear-headed. He covered his head and said to Cai Zhuo, “Cai Leader, something is wrong. After you left, I vaguely heard sounds of breaking coming from within the main hall. I tried to go in for a look but ended up circling around several times without being able to enter.”
“My brothers and subordinates can no longer heed my commands; they are blocking me at every turn. There hasn’t been any fighting, but they’ve formed walls of people preventing my entry.”
Fearing that too much commotion outside would cause unnecessary harm to his brothers, he had intended to find Cai Zhuo. Yet in this foggy haze, he stumbled several times over such a short distance from the main hall to the entrance.
“I’ve brought people here,” Cai Zhuo reassured him. “Has the Muyu sound inside not stopped?”
The chaotic knocking continued without pause, occasionally interrupted by the eerie laughter of the Demon Monk, which was quite frightening.
As everyone prepared to charge inside with the guards, the Dragon Guard reminded him again, “Cai Leader, should we send some people to His Majesty? His Majesty’s health can no longer withstand much strain.”
Yong Huai volunteered and took some Demon Catchers with him.
The closer they got to the main hall, the stronger the familiar fragrance became. Cai Zhuo sensed its potency; even holding his breath did little to stave off the encroaching dizziness.
For the first time, Sang Qingxiao’s runes showed a significant reduction in effectiveness. Misha began chanting a Sutra, and within ten steps, a thin mist visibly dissipated.
Seeing progress, Misha raised her voice as she chanted louder until outside the main hall. Suddenly, Muyu’s sound ceased abruptly as an aged voice shouted out, “Misha! For Master’s sake, I have spared you multiple times; how dare you ruin my plans!”
Yuanhui Master.
Misha couldn’t even be bothered to call him ‘Grandmaster’ anymore; she felt it was pointless.
Yuanhui sensed Misha’s chanting was countering him and grew fearful that she might ruin his plans. His tone softened as he said, “You little disciple must have misunderstood Grandmaster’s intentions. This action is necessary for our Puzhao Temple’s future.”
“Be patient and wait a moment; Grandmaster will soon achieve success. Once he does, I will explain everything to you. Is that acceptable?”
“Yuanhui! This is the Grand Temple! To disturb the Grand Temple is to disturb the foundation of the Great Jing Dynasty. Do not let your selfish desires jeopardize the fate of an entire nation.”
"Misha, who has been gossiping in your ear? It's not as serious as you say," Yuanhui continued to argue. "Master, I only borrowed from the Grand Temple for a while; I will return it."
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