The Power of Ba Gua

  This is another morning filled with holy breath everywhere.

  Du Fan still stood on the high altar, his devout expression causing every believer to feel reverence in their hearts. Even a wicked person with deep sins would be able to feel the glory of the Holy Light in front of him.

  Today, the expressions of those praying believers were somewhat subtly strange, which made Du Fan inevitably feel a bit annoyed in his heart. However, he was after all a professional god stick, and although he had already felt a bit impatient in his heart, he still prayed with a holy face.

  In fact, most of the people who came to the church today were not here to listen to Du Fan's prayers, but to see for themselves what kind of skills this legendary white-robed priest had that could make women push him down.

  It turns out that gossip is a natural instinct for both men and women.

  Last night, after Old Mark sent Du Fan back to the church, it only took one night for the events of last night to spread out. Without regard to how many versions of rumors about Emily and Du Fan are circulating within the Imperial City now, in less than a day, almost everyone in the Imperial City knew about this matter, which can leave people speechless.

  Of course, in the countless versions of rumors, the white-robed priest who was powerless to tie a chicken was always knocked to the ground by that domineering Emily young lady. As for why the two were alone together, there were countless theories.

  Some people say that Emily had some doubts about her faith, so she thought of Du Fan to help her resolve them, and used this excuse to lure Du Fan into the study.

  Some people say that Emily fell in love with Dufan after praying at the holy altar, so last night she forcibly took Dufan into the study room, wanting to

  Some people say that Emily is a demon who plays with men's emotions, and last night she did it to seduce the holy and noble priest Dufan, making him her servant.

  In short, after hearing the rumors, everyone strongly condemned Emily. Some business-minded people have already started hiring ghostwriters to write a legendary book called "How the Priest was Overthrown", which will be launched within three days; some followers who had received favors from Dufan went to sit in protest outside the Duke of Belinger's mansion on their own initiative, while those who had never seen Dufan began to fantasize that they were the male or female lead in last night's event.

  But the person at the center of the scandal was completely unaware, and after finishing his usual prayer, he lifted the curtain and retreated to the back, just as he wanted to sit down, he suddenly saw the blood red in front of him.

  Du Fan was taken aback for a moment, but immediately bowed and said: "Long time no see, Archbishop Anthony."

  Cardinal Anthony nodded slightly, his heart also didn't know why, there was an irrepressible sense of annoyance.

  The Dufan in front of him was sent to the Sacred Court by Old Duke Green himself six years ago. At that time, in order to show his sincerity, Earl Green even presented 200,000 gold coins to the court, so all along, Lord Anthony has been extremely satisfied with this priest.

  However, after experiencing yesterday's events, Mr. Anthony's mood had not yet recovered, and a message received this morning almost made him dumbfounded on the spot!

  My radiant god! Someone actually dared to try and reverse a White Robed Cleric in that kind of situation?

  Originally, it's just a reverse deduction, nothing more, but why did this white-robed priest have to be Du Fan?

  Leaving aside Du Fan's identity, the prestige he has accumulated over the years alone makes this matter extremely difficult to handle. If handled improperly, not only will Du Fan be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life, but even the Sacred Tribunal may become a laughingstock.

  Rubbing his own eyebrows, Anthony, who had no idea of the nature of a certain person, thought that this matter was several times more troublesome than last night's.

  Anthony let out a slight sigh and gestured for Du Fan to sit down before saying, "Du Fan, how do you plan on handling what happened last night?"

  "What happened last night?" Du Fan's face was filled with confusion, as if he had no idea what Anthony was talking about.

  "Come on, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Although I'm not quite sure why this thing is spreading so fast in the Imperial City, if we don't come up with a solution, it's going to be big trouble."

  Du Fan whispered softly and said: "So, Lord Anthony, you also know?"

  Anthony nodded slightly and remained silent.

  Du Fan raised his head, a sorrowful expression on his face: "Lord Anthony, has this happened because the God of Light is punishing me? Is my faith not devout enough?"

  Anthony stared at Du Fan's clear eyes, and after a long time, he said: "This is not your fault, but Du Fan, can you promise me one thing?"

  Du Fan nodded slightly and said: "Please speak, sir."

  "This matter will be handled by me," Anthony sighed, "and you, can't you just go home and rest for now? I think you also understand that rumors are something that can't be stopped no matter what, the only thing to do is let time dilute everything."

  Du Fan lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Yes, Lord Anthony."

  Anthony nodded slightly, and from his bosom he pulled out an ancient-looking book which he placed on the table, saying: "This is our Sacred Church's magical and Chi scripture. I heard that you got your hands on the Mirac medicine last night, so I thought maybe you could use it. Take a look when you have time."

  Du Fan nodded, his face filled with gratitude.

  Anthony smiled wryly, shook his head and slowly stood up. He pushed open the backstage door and walked out. Du Fan looked at his back, flipped through the book again, and muttered: "What Emily said is no longer believed by anyone, the Mirak medicine has been obtained smoothly, and now even the time for cultivation is available. Chenchen, do you think we're going well this time?"

  The cute little cat's head poked out of Dufan's sleeve, giving Dufan a disdainful look and asking in his mind: "You framed Emily like that just to keep our secret from being discovered?"

  Du Fan spread his hands and said, "It's not just that. I also know that to cultivate magic and Dou Qi, no matter what, it will take a lot of time. With my current reputation, if nothing unexpected happens, I don't have any free time at all in a day, so I had to resort to this method. As for Emily, it can only be said that she was unlucky. If she didn't discover anything or discovered something but didn't come to threaten me, no matter what, things wouldn't have ended up like this."

  "Alas, poor Emily is not to be blamed. It's better to offend a woman than a petty person. You can't please everyone, but you've managed to offend this hypocrite who's even more despicable than a petty person. Isn't that just asking for trouble?"

  Mia stood outside Emily's room, wanting to reach out and knock on the door, but hesitated for a moment, and her outstretched hand withdrew again, it was already unknown how many times this had happened today.

  Since last night's incident, Emily has locked herself in her room and hasn't come out. Mia arrived early this morning to try to persuade her good friend, but for some reason, she can't seem to muster up the courage?

  What can I say to her?

  Mia's face turned red as she thought, should I tell her: Emily, it was right of you to push down Du Fan, I support your love?

  But can it really be said that way? Mia wasn't the first day she knew Emily, naturally clear that although she was saucy, but also not so bold, pushing down a man's thing if it didn't really happen, no one would have a way to associate a girl with this kind of thing.

  Thinking, thinking, Du Fan's clear and elegant face somehow floated into Mia's mind. She blushed and spat out a few times, trying to shake off the image of Du Fan, but for some reason, the more she tried to shake it off, the deeper it stuck in her memory.

  The door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

  Emily stood at the door staring at Mia with a calm face: "Mia, what have you been doing in front of my room door all morning?"

  Mia's blush had yet to fade when she said a bit nervously, "Emily, I'm just worried about you, I'm afraid you'll do something stupid."

  "Silly girl, what foolish thing will you do?" Emily shook her head slightly in exasperation. "Come with me."

  She said, and she herself walked into the room first.

  Mia let out a soft "oh" and obediently followed him in, then she couldn't help but stick out her tongue. The originally beautiful room was now covered in traces of magic bombing, the ground was pockmarked with black scorch marks, and the original decorations were scattered all over the floor.

  "What's wrong?" Emily turned her head and glanced at Mia.

  Mia's head shook like a rattle drum: "No, no problem. It's just that Emily, you can't go on like this, always staying in the room isn't a solution either. How about we go to the temple together and pray for the blessing and forgiveness of the God of Light? Is that okay with you?"

  "Sacred halls!" Emily's originally calm eyes blazed with anger, "Mia, you think I'm wrong too!?"