"So it's because you haven't offered incense money!"
In the forest, a sonorous sound exploded in the void.
Buzz!
In an instant, the void shook violently, as if it could not withstand the questioning of these sonorous sounds and would be destroyed at any time.
Kacha!
At the same time, in the void, cracks appeared on the Buddha's shadow that was sitting in the sky, like cracked porcelain.
"This poem is called 'Asking Buddha!”
At this moment, Bu Feifan's voice rang out.
Boom!
In an instant, the Buddha's shadow exploded, and all living beings turned into a boundless sea of blood that rushed into the sky with resentment.
Buzz buzz...
At the same time, scholarly voices sounded like the morning bell and evening drum.
One, two, three…
After eight rings, the scholarly voice finally stopped.
Immediately after, eight streams of literary energy descended from the sky, emitting a vast white light, and flew toward Bu Feifan.
These eight mighty streams of literary qi were the same thickness as the seven streams of literary qi that had descended from the sky because of Zhong Kui's Ghost Slaying Painting.
"The first poem? Eighth-grade hymn? This was…How is this possible?"
At this moment, Master Pushan's pupils constricted as he stared at the eight streams of literary Qi that descended from the sky. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He was shocked and afraid as he shook his head in disbelief and shouted in shock.
In order for a poem to enter the ranks and evolve into thousands of profound changes, the most important thing was not the sentence or rhythm of the poem itself, but whether it could obtain the approval of the hidden 'Confucianism'.
Only with the approval of the Confucian Dao could a poem be completely graded into a poem. Without the approval of the Confucian Dao, it would be a useless poem that was not graded.
And once the content or conception of a poem involved the heavenly sects or experts above the level of saints, the chances of obtaining the recognition of the 'Confucian Way' and becoming a poem were much lower than ordinary poems. It could be said that it was less than one in a billion.
Throughout the hundreds of millions of years since the birth of the Confucians, there were only a dozen poems that involved the great religions or experts above the level of saints. Among them, only the 'Heavenly Poem' written by Confucius against the foreign 'Roman Church', was the strongest.
However, even Kong Sheng's 'Heavenly Poem' was only a sixth-grade poem, at the peak of the Immortal Grade.
Therefore, all the living beings in this world, be it Buddhism, demons, ghosts, or even all the Confucian cultivators, all agreed that once the content or artistic conception of a poem involved the great religions or experts above the level of saints, even if it could be recognized by the Confucian Sect and become a poem, it would definitely not be able to surpass the immortal grade and reach the divine grade!
This was already a deep-rooted common understanding!
However, now, an eighth-grade holy poem that was aimed at Buddhism, one of the great religions, was actually born in front of him!
For a moment, Master Pushan only felt his head buzzing. His heart was filled with shock and disbelief. In a daze, he was even a little absent-minded.
Boom!
At this moment, an invisible force suddenly landed on his body.
This was an extremely mysterious power with a mysterious rule. As soon as it fell on his body, Master Pushan felt that his cultivation in the Earth Celestial Stage had dropped by one realm.
" What?!"
Immediately, Master Pushan was shocked and came back to his senses. He quickly subconsciously confirmed his own situation.
With a thought, Master Pushan scanned the area with his magic power. In the blink of an eye, he confirmed the situation.
He had really been knocked down a realm!
"Is this the mystery of Asking Buddha?! It can actually lower my cultivation by a major realm?!!”
For a moment, Master Pushan's face turned ashen. He was shocked and angry. His eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Bu Feifan.
After tens of millions of years of hard work, he had reached the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm.
But now, he had fallen from the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm to the peak of the 36th Sky of Dui Fan.
How could he not be angry and resentful?!
Master Pushan wanted nothing more than to tear Bu Feifan into two!
"My cultivation…Why is my cultivation gone?"
At the same time, an invisible force fell from Fa Yun's body, instantly cutting off his cultivation, making him fall from a Half-step Earth Celestial to a mortal.
After losing all his cultivation, Fa Yuan immediately collapsed to the ground weakly, his face filled with fear and terror!
" What happened?!"
Liu Yanchang looked at Fa Yun and Master Pushan with a dumbfounded expression.
This was because he did not experience the same horror as Fa Yun and Master Pushan, who had their cultivation base and cultivation base reduced by an invisible force.
Master Pushan glanced at Liu Yanchang and realized that he was not affected. Immediately, a hint of understanding flashed across his resentful eyes.
It seemed that the mystery of this poem was only targeted at the Buddhist people. Only the Buddhist people would be beaten down or have their cultivation realm cut off!
In that case, if this poem were to spread, wouldn't the people of Buddhism be subject to Confucianism in the future?!
With a thought, Master Pushan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and fierceness."No…He absolutely could not let this poem spread…No, he couldn't let this person live either!”
Boom!
In an instant, the killing intent in Master Pushan's eyes intensified. Then, he put his hands together and golden light bloomed. A golden brocade appeared between his hands and floated in the void.
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