Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer Chapter 37: The Spirit Suppression Bureau in Uproar, Greetin

The mbers of the Spirit Suppression Bureau present argued endlessly.

However, among them, they were, after all, close comrades-in-arms. Even if there were differences, it was rely for the sake of Chang City’s situation and would not cause any rift among them.

The continuous inability to co up with a suitable plan made the atmosphere gloomy, and soone couldn’t help but sigh.

"If only the Daoist Sect hadn’t declined."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present sighed deeply.

"Yes, if only Daoism hadn’t retreated, how would the demons and evil spirits dare to be so rampant?"

"With the Daoist Sect’s approach to handling matters, if told of demons causing chaos under the mountain, they would never sit by and do nothing!"

"On the other hand, the Buddhist Sect always talks about saving a life being more ritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, but when it cos to chaotic tis like these, getting them to lend a hand is like begging and pleading!"

Thinking of this, the people present beca indignant.

Over the years, the Buddhist Sect flourished, temples were established nationwide, drawing countless believers.

But whenever there were demons difficult to handle, and they’d ask for their help, it was always this condition or that condition.

Just like the demon City God in the East Suburb.

In past years, after several setbacks, the Spirit Suppression Bureau did request assistance from Zen Spirit Temple.

But the abbot of Zen Spirit Temple said they could help, provided the Spirit Suppression Bureau allowed them to establish eighty-one temples in Chang City!

One of them even had to be built right in the city center!

In the end, the Guardian returned dejectedly.

Even if the Spirit Suppression Bureau had the authority, even if they did, the Guardian couldn’t agree.

The locations of those eighty-one temples were extrely special.

Although the Guardian couldn’t confirm what Zen Spirit Temple intended, they could sowhat guess it wasn’t sothing good.

Thus, the matter of the East Suburb demon City God was shelved.

And speaking of the soaring corpse energy at the crematorium,

In the past few days, the Spirit Suppression Bureau made several attempts, bearing substantial gifts, to visit Zen Spirit Temple.

Unfortunately, the elder of the opposing side stated it was still the sa condition, and only after the Spirit Suppression Bureau agreed would the abbot, once out of seclusion, handle it!

Though the Guardian was displeased, due to the situation, they could only say to consider it for a few more days.

"It’s truly infuriating to think about!"

"For the safety of Chang City, how much blood have we shed, how many lives lost?"

"Zen Spirit Temple does nothing, solely focused on developing believers, reaping fa and fortune!"

"Sotis, I just want to throw in the towel and go beat up those big-bellied baldies!"

"Damn it!"

The crowd, increasingly indignant, only grew more frustrated as they spoke.

But at the end of the day, it was all just words.

For from the mont they joined the Spirit Suppression Bureau, they were prepared to dedicate their lives to the peace of Chang City!

Even unto death.

"Enough, Zen Spirit Temple is out of the question."

"Everything falls back to us."

One mber stood up, stretching his shoulders, and said to everyone:

"I’m the oldest here, I’ll go first. No matter what’s inside, I’ll risk my life to get a ssage out!"

Having said that, he was about to enter the restricted area.

"Wait!"

Unexpectedly, at this mont, a mber suddenly called out:

"The Guardian has sent an order; he’s thought of a solution. Everyone just needs to be ready; don’t go in to court death!"

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, the mbers of the Spirit Suppression Bureau present all showed astonished expressions.

"What solution?"

The mber looked at the ssage on his phone, then slightly frowned, sowhat uncertainly saying:

"The Guardian said Yan Tong has already gone to invite the Daoist from Qingfeng Temple..."

"Ah? Invite a Daoist to help? This..."

The crowd wanted to say sothing but stopped.

Indeed, in terms of exorcising demons and saving the world, Daoism had always taken on the responsibility without hesitation.

But the problem is, after the upheaval in Divine Land decades ago, almost all the Daoist experts were killed or injured.

The Five Great Holy Lands sealed themselves off one after another after that.

The Daoists still active outside were either charlatans or ordinary Daoists with the heart to save people but lacking skills.

What change could inviting them bring?

"By the way, the Qingfeng Temple the Guardian ntioned, isn’t it the one on White Cliff Mountain?" Soone wondered at this point.

"Uh... it really is..."

Song Ming, who was responsible for liaising with the Guardian, nodded slightly awkwardly.

Instantly, everyone present displayed extrely speechless expressions.

"Is the Guardian crazy?"

"Qingfeng Temple? If I rember correctly, the Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple is Master Qingxu, isn’t it?"

"That’s right, he passed away not long ago. Now his disciple, I think it’s soone nad Lin sothing, has taken over the temple!"

"That’s not important; what’s important is that Master Qingxu hadn’t even taken the first step into cultivation, let alone his disciple."

"The Guardian actually sent Yan Tong to ask Qingfeng Temple for assistance. Are we sure this isn’t a desperate asure?"

"Why bring the Daoists from that temple? To add more lives to the toll?"

"A Daoist’s life is a life too!!"

Everyone took turns speaking, very agitated.

As mbers of the Chang City Spirit Suppression Bureau, they weren’t strangers to local Buddhist and Daoist sects.

Take Lingxi Temple or Qingfeng Temple, for example, the Daoists there were ordinary through and through, none having even entered the door of cultivation!

Asking them to help and having them as cannon fodder, what’s the difference?

"The Guardian must have a reason for this, right?"

Song Ming guessed uncertainly, though he too felt it was a bit absurd.

But just then, the Guardian sent another ssage.

"Is it a video?"

Song Ming wondered, clicking to open it.

Then he saw sothing that made him, and all the mbers of the Spirit Suppression Bureau present, drop their jaws.

"Oh my! Oh my!!"

"Is that... the Evil Spirit City God of the East Suburb?"

"It’s not just it; there’s also that Old Demoness from the West Suburb!"

"They were actually... actually killed by that new Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple?"

"This... this... how is this possible?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

And what made them even more incredulous was the golden light enveloping the Daoist in the video.

"This thod... why does it resemble the Golden Light Spell of Dragon and Tiger Mountain as rumored?"

"Could it be?"

Everyone looked at each other, eyes filled with shock.

...

...

The eastern fish belly white gradually extended, reflecting off the morning mist on White Cliff Mountain, like a slowly unfolding ink landscape painting.

Bolstered by the effect of the elixir, Lin Heng successfully broke through to the Innate Realm.

His aura beca more restrained, elegant, and transcendent.

He walked out of the Daoist Temple, his flowing Daoist robe moving with the wind, exuding a natural and effortless grace.

At that mont, he gazed confusedly into the distance, where a swiftly approaching woman was visible.

The woman’s speed was fast, clearly a practitioner.

She was a mber of the Spirit Suppression Bureau, Yan Tong!

As Yan Tong sprinted all the way, she now saw the graceful young Daoist at the temple entrance!

Unexpectedly, he was identical to the one in the video!

Yan Tong’s heart trembled, stopping a few ters away, then solemnly bowed to Lin Heng:

"Yan Tong of Chang City Spirit Suppression Bureau, greets the Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple!"