Creation Color Master

Then Du Mo left Qingzhao Temple.

At the same time, five elders including Shi Zuqin and Shi Miaolun also went down the mountain. In the name of spreading Buddhism, they headed towards different directions of Wanyue County.

After coming down the mountain, Li Yinzhi was not in a hurry to look for the members of the Divine Punishment hiding in the dark, because he saw a bigger threat.

Perhaps it was because he had lived in the Great Hall for too long, looking at the gilded jade tiles and the incense offerings, but he had forgotten that today's Xiayang Dynasty was like the setting sun, and troubled times had arrived.

In this crumbling dynasty, Li Yinzhi saw that the once prosperous city was now in ruins and desolation. The streets were no longer bustling, but instead deserted and desolate.

The cold wind whistled past, raising the dust on the ground and hitting people's tired and numb faces.

Li Yinzhi saw a group of ragged people gathered together on the street, their eyes full of helplessness and despair;

I saw the old man trembling, hugging his empty rice jar, sighing, and determined to die;

They saw that the government's taxes were like sickles reaping lives, and the officers and soldiers, as ferocious as wolves and tigers, plundered the people's remaining food.

They saw the court officials showing off their might on their tall horses, escorted by their private soldiers as they passed through the streets. They were dressed in gorgeous brocade robes, but they had fierce looks on their faces. When they looked at the common people on the street, they couldn't help but sneer with disdain.

The market, which should be a bustling place for trading, is now deserted. The few stalls are filled with a few shabby items; the old farmer who sells vegetables is guarding a few bundles of withered vegetables, eagerly hoping for customers, but the passers-by are in a hurry and have no time to pay attention.

At the city gate, the refugees, with their families, the elderly and the young, slowly walked out of the city. They didn't know where the road ahead was, but they knew that staying in the city would face greedy officials and taxes as heavy as swords.

Along the way, after going through all kinds of things, each scene echoed in Li Yinzhi's mind.

This is not what I want to see. Although I am not familiar with government affairs, I also want to create a pure land for these people living in poverty.

He doesn't want to be the Buddha who avoids troubled times. He wants to be an ascetic monk who saves all living beings in troubled times.

At this moment, Li Yinzhi seemed to have realized something and finally grasped the key point.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Purple Palace is formed.

On the spiritual platform, a golden body is cast.

At this moment, Li Yinzhi's cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally made a breakthrough and he successfully entered the third realm of Purple Mansion.

Li Yinzhi, dressed in a white monk's robe, was walking on the street. At this moment, he was completely integrated into the world, as if he was just an ordinary monk.

Du Mo hid in the dark, and was relieved only when he saw Li Yinzhi successfully break through.

At this moment, Li Yinzhi knew that the Xiayang Dynasty was now crumbling. If he wanted to completely change the lives of the people, he had to establish a new dynasty and establish a new order, which was simply impossible under the current circumstances.

What he could do was to convert the rulers of Wanyue County and control them to save the people.

Of course, this can only solve the urgent problem temporarily.

Besides this, of course, he had another plan.

Walking into a city called Hanqiu City, Li Yinzhi's figure flashed, turned into a golden light and disappeared.

The soldiers guarding the city, who were originally drowsy, were so frightened when they accidentally saw this scene that they lost all their sleepiness. They rubbed their eyes in disbelief, with an expression as if they had seen a ghost.

The little episode just ended like that.

At this moment, Li Yinzhi had already entered the City Lord's Mansion. As this was his first move, he naturally had to make sure he would succeed.

Inside the room, Sun Hong, the Lord of Hanqiu City, was holding the accounts and counting them.

His eyes were full of greed, and if you listened carefully, you could hear him muttering something.

"Damn you, a bunch of lowly people, blocking my path to wealth, you deserve to die. Just wait, I will raise the food prices in a few days and let you all starve to death."

"Amitabha"

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant was heard in the room.

The sudden change scared Sun Hong, who was working at his desk to settle accounts. He looked at Li Yinzhi who was standing quietly in front of him in horror, and didn't understand why someone suddenly appeared in his house.

"Monk, how did you get in here? Get out now."

Sun Hong held the abacus tightly in his arms, and while he was terrified, he did not forget to shout for help.

"Someone come quickly, someone come quickly."

"help"

Li Yinzhi just stood there quietly with a sarcastic smile on his face.

But no matter how Sun Hong shouted, there was no response. He was so tired that he opened his mouth slightly and breathed deeply.

Sun Hong rolled his eyes and thought, since shouting was of no use, he might as well run.

Then, under Li Yinzhi's gaze, Sun Hong suddenly jumped up and ran out of the room.

Li Yinzhi still did not make any move to stop it, just watched quietly.

Next second

Sun Hong rushed out of the door and returned to the room and his original position.

As if he didn't believe it, Sun Hong rushed out the door again.

The result was naturally the same, and this cycle repeated itself until Sun Hong was exhausted.

Sun Hong collapsed to the ground, hatred emerging from his numb expression, and then pointed at Li Yinzhi and said sternly: "Monk, what kind of magic did you use to make me come back again?"

Li Yinzhi smiled lightly and did not answer.

He just waved his sleeves, and the rhythm of Zen Taoism surged in the purple mansion space. Specks of golden light gathered in front of Sun Hong and gradually evolved into a seed.

Then, endless Buddha light was reflected in the purple palace, all shining on Sun Hong, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

The Bodhi seed slowly melted into Sun Hong's sea of ​​consciousness.

When all the Buddha's light disappeared, Sun Hong had already returned to the room, and everything that had just happened seemed as if nothing had happened.

Sun Hong stretched out his hands in disbelief, looked at it, pinched his face, and found that he was not dreaming.

At this moment, Sun Hong seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned around to look towards the door.

At this moment, there, a monk in white was standing quietly.

"Sun Hong, the disciple, pays homage to the master. I wish to convert to Buddhism from now on and ask the master to take me in."

At this moment, Sun Hong's face turned red, his veins bulged, and his body was completely out of his control. This was not what he was willing to do.

Even though he struggled desperately, it was of no avail.

Li Yinzhi seemed very satisfied with his method, and then turned into golden light and disappeared.

In this way, Li Yinzhi traveled and saw all the sufferings in the world, while using the art of the great way to control the officials of Wanyue County and make them treat the people under their rule with leniency.

As more and more officials were under control, Li Yinzhi, who was walking on the road, also prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Chu Mo could see his letter soon.