Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 336 - 294 Teaching the Ways of Man, Donghua Hidden Lineage_3
Song Lin naturally knew this person.
Back then, realizing that Wang Lingguan’s faith method was somewhat lacking, Song Lin specifically dreamed and imparted the faith method of the Temple Emperor World.
This was Song Lin’s trump card.
Wang Lingguan gathered the faith of Taoism across the world.
Below the immortals, perhaps only the Heavenly Great Saint could rival Wang Lingguan.
The Heavenly Great Saint possessed the Nine-Transformation Copper Skin Iron Bone Unbreakable Body, while Wang Lingguan possessed the Three Realms General Teaching Spiritual Faith Body.
Of course, bearing faith inevitably meant bearing responsibility.
Wang Lingguan had become completely tied to the Pure Yang Sect, subject to Song Lin’s restraint.
Since Wang Lingguan hadn’t taken any action, the Heavenly Court showed no interest in this Evil God, instead focusing significant attention on Master Sa.
After all, he was the mortal Pure Yang Sect Leader.
Though multiple attempts were made to secretly win him over, none could sway Master Sa.
This proved his sincerity. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
As time passed, more and more Earth Immortals emerged within the Pure Yang Sect.
Conversely, over at Lishan, progress seemed to have stalled.
Shuilian Cave.
The Golden Cauldron True Man closed his eyes and rested, listening intently to the reports from his subordinates.
After the last battle with the Heavenly Court, both sides could be said to have suffered losses.
Several Generals defected from the Heavenly Court, weakening its strength significantly.
As for Lishan, needless to say, the Ten Thousand Demon Lord, the Heavenly Great Saint, had been suppressed beneath the mountain.
The World Venerable of the Buddhist Sect and the eldest sister, Lishan Mother, had simultaneously retreated into seclusion for mysterious reasons.
Only a sealed letter remained, set to be opened five hundred years later.
After a long while, the Golden Cauldron True Man recovered his thoughts.
"Has the Pure Yang Sect grown to this extent? Unfortunately, their methods are too pacifistic."
In the Golden Cauldron True Man’s view, there was an overwhelming likelihood that the Pure Yang Sect was merely paving the way for others.
Song Lin might survive and seek shelter at Lishan.
But for such a large faction like the Pure Yang Sect, preservation would be impossible.
The fundamental problem lay in Song Lin’s ambition to depend on the Heavenly Court, gradually leeching off its power.
Yet his perspective might be flawed.
The Heavenly Court was orthodox, whereas they were, in essence, bandits.
Only the government could assimilate bandits; bandits assimilating the court was implausible. A handful of high-ranking official positions was all it’d take to sway hearts—what do bandits have that could buy out the court?
Originally, the Golden Cauldron True Man sent people to warn them, urging prompt rebellion against the Heavenly Court. Though they’d abandon their insignificant status, they’d at least preserve most of their living forces.
Rather than waiting until the opposing side was fully prepared to act.
By then, it’d truly be troublesome.
Who would’ve thought Song Lin would keep evading with the excuse of focusing on cultivation?
"It shouldn’t be long now," the Golden Cauldron True Man thought to himself, before turning and addressing his subordinates, "When the Jade Emperor strikes to annihilate the Pure Yang Sect Taoists, we’ll prepare to offer support and welcome new allies."
The Golden Cauldron was confident; he understood the Jade Emperor’s temperament.
Initially, there weren’t any talented Acquired Immortals, yet the Jade Emperor still exercised extreme caution—let alone now that Song Lin had emerged.
The Jade Emperor likely dreamed incessantly about the name Song Lin.
With these thoughts in mind, the Golden Cauldron returned to cultivating.
The Heavenly Great Saint was suppressed, and Lishan Mother was in seclusion.
Now, it was up to the Golden Cauldron to shoulder the burden.
"Ah, I wonder which rascal took the Golden Core..."
The Golden Cauldron True Man still held a grudge to this day.
Journey to the West Year 210.
The world was peaceful, and the Pure Yang Sect flourished.
Contrary to Song Lin’s expectations, the Sui Dynasty hadn’t been short-lived; rather, it lasted a full cycle of sixty years.
Perhaps it was due to the nature of the transcendent world that dynasties lived exceptionally long.
Song Lin knew now wasn’t the time for the world’s plot to begin.
Once the Tang Dynasty was established, the era of this world would likely near its conclusion.
The karmic consequences of this life seemed to point toward the flourishing of the Taoist School and the obstruction of the Buddhist Sect’s East Crossing.
Ever since the establishment of the Pure Yang Sect, karmic growth had reached thirty percent.
And it continued to rise, perhaps due to hindering the East Crossing of the Buddhist Sect.
Though there were Buddhist temples in the Mortal World, they hardly possessed superior Buddhist scriptures, remaining influential only among ordinary mountain folk.
Once superior Buddhist Law arrived, the Eastern Land would begin fostering local experts; that would truly be the era of flourishing.
As undercurrents surged, the situation unexpectedly fell into calm.
Song Lin took the opportunity to return to the Real World.
Progressing further in the Nine-Transformation Dharma Body grew increasingly challenging; currently stuck at the Fifth Transformation, his impatience had slowed his progress.
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Real World.
Mingxing Peak.
Zhi Xin looked energetic; his complexion had grown much rosier.
He didn’t reveal the details of the deduction from that day, only confirmed that Song Lin’s interpretation was correct—this Heavenly Master was indeed a fraud.
"Tianhe is a malicious and narrow-minded person; we must protect ourselves while exacting revenge! From this day forth, I shall disregard the Taoist School’s doctrines. Whatever you do, I’ll help you cover it up. Proceed without hesitation."
"Revenge?"
"Yes, revenge." A flicker of killing intent gleamed in Zhi Xin’s eyes. "There are matters I cannot let you know—it would leave you with no way out. Just understand that I will take revenge; beyond that, nothing else need concern you, as this is something only the two of us know."
"Understood," Song Lin replied.
"Ah, such a pity. All these years, I haven’t laid much groundwork. Your approach is indeed better, though the Donghua Jungle is still too immature."
Zhi Xin stood up.
He walked out the door, toward the cliff’s edge, overlooking the vast lands below.
The fierce winds whipped his robe, producing sharp sounds, yet he stood immovable, like a sturdy pine.
At this moment, Zhi Xin’s aura reached its zenith—transforming from a withered old man to a commanding and imposing figure.
"From this day forth, I will fully support you in quickly establishing your foundation. As of now, progress is far too slow. Would you be willing? If not, I’ll handle it myself, ensuring it won’t affect you later."
Zhi Xin’s eyes burned with intensity, seemingly testing Song Lin.
Song Lin didn’t hesitate, chuckling coldly: "Senior jokes. You are someone who understands the Donghua Rules."
"Even if there’s no conflict with Zhengsi, there will undoubtedly be friction with other Taoists in the future—unless I willingly abandon the foundation of the dharma line."
Song Lin’s ambition was not merely to become a Heavenly Master.
It was to promote the philosophy of cultivating moral character, merging virtue and talent through liturgical methods.
If no changes were made, wouldn’t it all lead down the same path as Holy Might?
It had always been a road fraught with opposition from all.
A desire for reform?
He wouldn’t need demons—his own kind would kill him first.
As the Donghua Jungle grew in prominence, it would inevitably radiate outward and stir the regions.
The past days of minor internal skirmishes within closed doors invited little attention.
Now, things had changed. Once they began to impact other jungles, the Heavenly Master would surely intervene.
Thus, Song Lin always believed offending the Taoist School was inevitable—it was merely bad luck meeting disciples of the Heavenly Master earlier than expected.
"Good. The old man truly didn’t misjudge you!"
"How should the Mage instruct?"
"Do you know that the Holy Might Forest was once called the Ghost King Sect Forest?"
"Of course."
"The opposing forces of the Ghost King Sect Forest were the Yin Spring Palace Taoist School and the Yin Fu Dharma Lineage’s three jungles. Back then, Tianhe used despicable means to break these two dharma lines. As they say, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. We must strive to gain the support of these dharma lines’ descendants."
"Does the Mage know the whereabouts of these dharma lines’ descendants?"
Song Lin thought of Xiangling, the young girl.
"I do not know the whereabouts of the Yin Spring Palace, but the Yin Fu Dharma Lineage still has two surviving branches—the Five Qi and Qimen jungles, established like yours a decade ago."
"Your next steps are simple. First, at next month’s magic meeting, attain the status of Mage, gaining renown among the Spiritual Treasure and Holy Might sects. Take the chance to approach the Taoists of the two dharma lineages and arrange meetings between them and me. Second, I will utilize my network to establish a hidden lineage outside the Taoist School overseas—specializing in discreet operations."
"Finally..."
"Wish us success!"
"Precisely!"
With the addition of a strong ally, Song Lin felt reinvigorated.
At last, there was someone to back him up! It wasn’t easy!
Before now, it had merely been a matter of minor assistance—now, Zhi Xin was genuinely willing to take action on his behalf.
Song Lin had no doubts.
Their mutual support had carried them to this point, with shared secrets, including knowledge of the immense secret behind the Heavenly Master’s identity. They were already a community bound by shared interests.
"Haha, the mighty qi of the heavens pervades all; my Dao shall flourish! The old man loves this saying—hopes to witness that day in the distant future!"
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