Lanruo Temple, the forest in the backyard.
In the void, a huge Buddha shadow sat in the sky.
In front of the Buddha, all living beings knelt and kowtowed!
Around him, the ethereal pleas were incessant.
" Huh?!"
Master Pushan raised his eyes and looked at the Buddha's shadow in the void. He could not help but frown slightly.
He had never heard of this poem before!
One had to know that whether it was Buddhism or demons, they were all very afraid of Confucianism.
This was because the methods of the Confucians were too inconceivable. The various 'zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs' all had different profound mysteries that were impossible to guard against.
Therefore, all the major forces and sects in the world, whether it was Buddhism or those demons and ghosts, would constantly search for all the Confucian works in the world, such as poetry, songs, zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and so on. They would let their disciples memorize those works and remember their mysteries in case they encountered Confucian enemies in the future.
As a sect, aside from those Confucian works that had yet to appear or were hidden, almost all the Confucian works that had appeared in the world had been recorded.
As an Earth Level Deity, Master Pushan naturally memorized all the Confucian works he had collected with his powerful memory.
However, after searching through his memories, he could not find any similar poems.
This could only mean that the poem that the other party was about to use was either a work that had been hidden and not leaked, or a first creation!
For a moment, Master Pushan's expression turned grave.
Because this meant that he was unable to grasp the profoundness of the other party's poem and was unable to know himself and his enemy.
At the same time, Bu Feifan recited the second sentence without hesitation.
"You haven't seen my Buddha... I pity you!"
Buzz!
In front of the Buddha, all living beings let out voices of doubt and resentment, and their resentment soared into the clouds!
However, the Buddha's eyes remained the same as before, staring at the people of the world without any signs of wavering, as if he had never heard the resentment of the people!
"Hmm? Is this poem aimed at Buddhism?”
At this moment, Master Pushan's eyes narrowed and a fierce look flashed across his face.
In the Dao of Confucianism, poems that were targeted at a specific target were usually more effective than ordinary poems. In fact, some powerful poems that were targeted at a specific target could even unleash a suppression and power that far exceeded the realm of the 'Confucian' who used the poem!
Since Bu Feifan's poem was written for Buddhism, it would naturally have an extraordinary mysterious suppression and power on the people of Buddhism.
Master Pushan's eyes were filled with anger as he decisively attacked first.
Because he knew that in the path of poetry, although each line had a different display of power, each line of the poem could only display its greatest power when the entire poem was completed!
Therefore, he took the poem before Bu Feifan could recite the entire poem and unleash its full power.
"Amitabha!"
In an instant, Master Pushan put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. Golden light shone from his body as he took a step forward and threw a punch. It was as if an Arhat had descended into the world. Heaven and earth trembled slightly as it turned into a huge fist that descended from the sky and smashed toward Bu Feifan.
"Don't be dust…Buddha's Eye!"
At this moment, Bu Feifan recited the third line.
Boom!
In an instant, the world rumbled, and dust fell from the sky. It was as if it covered the Buddha's giant eye, preventing it from seeing the mortal world clearly!
" Huh?!"
At the same time, Master Pushan threw a punch. Before it landed on Bu Feifan, he heard the words and a cloud of dust appeared in front of him.
The dust was engraved with strange runes, which instantly blocked Master Pushan's vision and divine sense. He couldn't see or sense Bu Feifan's position.
" What?!"
Master Pushan was shocked.
What kind of dust was this…It could actually deceive the divine sense?
Subconsciously, Master Pushan hurriedly stopped his attack. At the same time, he circulated his magic power and tried to break through the dust in front of him!
Boom!
In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura rose from Master Pushan's body, directly dispersing the literary qi that was spreading out in the surroundings and pushing it away by several meters.
In an instant, a golden light shone brightly within a radius of several meters, and Buddhist light bloomed!
Although the dust that covered his eyes was mysterious and inexplicable, its strength was not strong. Under the washing of Master Pushan's terrifying magic power, they soon turned into wisps of ethereal literary qi and drifted away.
At the same time, although Master Pushan had stopped his attack, his fist was still aimed at Bu Feifan.
With a thought, Bu Feifan's Wen Qi surged and formed a defensive wall in front of the giant fist. At the same time, with the support of the Wen Qi, his body was as light as a swallow as he retreated dozens of meters.
Boom!
Under the bombardment of the giant fist, the defensive wall formed by Wen Qi was only in a stalemate for a short while before it was shattered.
Immediately after, the huge fist smashed into the ground, directly blasting a huge pit of several meters in diameter.
At the same time, Bu Feifan retreated and recited the last line of the poem.
"So it's because you haven't offered incense money!"
Boom!
As soon as he said this, the world boiled.
In front of the Buddha, all the living beings who were kneeling stood up one after another. They had a look of realization on their faces, and tears of blood flowed from their eyes. They pointed at the Buddha's shadow and chanted in unison.
"So it's because you haven't offered incense money!"
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