Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 98: Chapter 90 Merit Magic Meeting

Throughout the South Sea region, the Magic Meeting at the Great Compassion Temple had been of significant interest from the very beginning.

Not only did many dignitaries rush to attend,

but representatives from other sects, including those outside the Eastern cultural sphere, also came to observe.

Some of these visitors had cultivation credentials and even seniority above Master Yuanci!

Early in the morning, Master Yuanci had learned from a phone call that two very important guests had changed their schedules and might attend the meeting before it officially commenced.

It was an affirmation and support for the years of effort by the Great Compassion Temple.

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In the past, Master Yuanci might have been excited about this.

But now, facing these worldly temptations, Master Yuanci felt utterly indifferent.

There were only some visits he absolutely could not decline and had to receive personally.

For the rest, he either delegated or asked his disciples to receive the guests on his behalf.

The square in front of the Great Compassion Temple’s main hall, although it wasn’t fully light yet, was already overcrowded.

Most of the guests had arrived at the VIP area.

Outside the square, although they couldn’t see the ceremonial site, the devotees still eagerly gathered, as if being closer to the meeting showed more devoutness and would result in easier blessings in the future.

Even though the personnel from the Great Compassion Temple had repeatedly explained that the content of the meeting would be broadcast online and nearby,

everyone would hear it in real time—there was no need to get upset or push!

Bong!

Accompanied by the sound of a bell, the Magic Meeting officially began with the performance of a professional temple orchestra.

The site was already packed.

The adjacent aisles were also full of people.

After bathing and changing clothes, Master Yuanci, accompanied by numerous monks, completed a series of elaborate rituals before finally appearing in the square, under the gaze of tens of thousands.

Master Yuanci calmly accepted the attention, looking up at the sky.

It was cloudless and windy—a perfect day for a Magic Meeting!

Master Yuanci harbored his emotions and began to preside over the meeting.

Initially, everything was normal, and everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of the meeting without much thought.

However!

After the disaster-eliminating and blessing-invoking ritual finished, Master Yuanci suddenly spoke, skipping the planned program and directly moving on to exorcism.

The heads of the planning company were stupefied.

After so many collaborations with the Great Compassion Temple, this was the first time such a thing had happened!

There was a slight stir among the group of monks, but due to Master Yuanci’s authority, coupled with many onlookers present,

nobody dared to ask why.

“Evil Demons from beyond our realm, entering as Evil Spirits, can bewitch people’s hearts and destroy their intellects,”

“They also contaminate all things, preventing beings from entering Reincarnation, thus a great calamity for mankind!”

“Fortunately, there are profound mighty Honorable ones…”

Master Yuanci’s voice was loud, aided by the broadcast.

All participants and visitors at the Great Compassion Temple heard this opening statement.

Some devotees exclaimed repeatedly, “Amitabha, I truly believe in the existence of such calamities as Evil Spirits in this world.”

Some tourists found it refreshing, as nothing like this had been featured in previous Magic Meetings they attended.

At the scene of the Magic Meeting, the VIPs hadn’t reacted much yet.

However, several fellow practitioners of equal or greater seniority to Master Yuanci suddenly darkened in their expression.

In their eyes, had Master Yuanci gone senile, starting to spread superstitious words now?

Even if he wanted to create a sensation around a calamitous Evil Spirit to attract public interest, he should have informed them first, allowing them to vet the process and find supportive scripture to endorse his claims.

Out of decades-long fellowship, even upon hearing these unsettling statements, these fellow practitioners exchanged looks but didn’t leave abruptly, not wanting to disrupt the meeting.

They simply whispered among themselves, planning to seek clarity from Master Yuanci during the recess.

Suddenly, after Master Yuanci explained why the rites were performed and that the purpose of this Magic Meeting was to seek everyone’s help in defeating and eliminating Evil Spirits,

a scripture, seeming reasonable yet slightly off, poured from Master Yuanci’s own mouth.

The broadcast simultaneously transmitted the sound of Master Yuanci’s recitation.

As Su Ping acted, activating the Formation in conjunction,

especially since Master Yuanci the Monk and Su Ping were both reciting choreographed scripture simultaneously,

the participants of the Great Compassion Temple’s meeting encountered chant-filled with transcendent power for the first time.

Those unaware simply thought Master Yuanci spoke sensibly and reasonably.

They too should pray for the persistence of peace and goodness in the world and offer their humble beliefs toward the elimination of Evil Spirits.

The experienced old cultivators immediately sensed the abnormal psychological implications in these words.

Lacking the ability to do the same, at least they felt the anomaly and understood what it implied!

This… was a True Skill capable of taking effect openly before a grand crowd!

Their techniques, relying on prolonged psychological influence in solitary confinement, paled in comparison—as different as a morning star is from the sun!

“Amitabha, these are indeed enlightening words of caution!”

An equally elderly Monk widened his eyes, his gaze intense as he looked at Master Yuanci, his face a mix of shock and yearning.

Several old Taoists also clenched their dust whisks, whispering in disbelief.