Chapter 725: Kuye (1/2)
Because of the update of the local functions, the atmosphere in Ye Qingyuan’s live broadcast room is not right.
They no longer play games, watch live broadcasts, and fight verbal battles. Now they start reconciliation.
Although it was a little embarrassed at the beginning, after experiencing the initial silence and being opened by Ye Qingyuan, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.
Especially after discovering that monks from the Buddha Kingdom like to play "The Black Buddha Kingdom Xuankong" and conducted a lot of research, the decisive school and the Demon Sect in Jiuzhou immediately discovered that these bald donkeys were also quite handsome.
As long as you like to play games, we are half-brothers!
Once they had a common language, they started chatting happily, began to dislike Ye Qingyuan's clumsy game skills, discussed various settings in the game together, exchanged various easter eggs they found, and had a lot of fun chatting.
As chatting, their topic finally jumped from the game to their respective lifestyles, and began to engage in some sharp but down-to-earth topics.
Liuli (land of exile): [Master, I am also playing games, so I want to know if you really only have one meal a day? Is it true that you don’t eat after lunch? 】
It's not a bald donkey but a monk (Buddhist country): [It's true. 】
[Is it because you are very pious? 】
It's not a bald donkey, but a monk (Buddhist country): [This is not the case, mainly because our grain output has always been low, so we can only eat these things. A meal a day can reduce the burden on tenants and allow them to eat more? 】
Liuli: [Hmm? I thought you were because of faith? 】
It's not a bald donkey, but a monk: [How is it possible, but we just package it as faith. Otherwise, if you don’t do this, you really won’t be able to survive. 】
Old Liu (Shennong Valley): [I am a monk from Shennong Valley. I have some experience in farming. I wonder if you can tell me about the problems you encountered. I think I can provide some help? 】
It's not a bald donkey, but a monk: [Thank you, but I still hope you can call me a monk. Our problem now is the lack of mana. We have a certain study of the way of heaven. After our survey, the power of heaven is divided into two categories: natural power and humanistic power. Mana could have been generated naturally, but for various reasons, natural mana gradually decreased, and the authority of the heavenly way began to be scarce, so the authority related to crops was also weakened and crops could not grow. 】
Old Liu: [What’s wrong. Natural authority Our peasant god has also studied some research. The operation of this part of authority is the foundation of a world. How could there be a lack of mana? You monks also have magic power, can’t you help deal with it? 】
It's not a bald donkey, but a monk: [The magic power of monks in the Buddhist Kingdom is very precious and cannot be used at will. 】
Old Liu: [Is it not possible, or is it unwilling to do so? 】
Seeing the words appearing on the golden book, a Zen master in the Buddha Kingdom became silent.
The simple words made him realize that he had been avoiding this problem.
Although magic power is precious, Buddhism also has a method of giving clouds and distributing rain.
In an era when the way of heaven is becoming weaker, monks only need to take out some of their magic power and replace the way of heaven, helping mortals to harvest food and prevent them from starving to death.
But because his mana is too precious, he never thought that he could contribute his mana and do a little thing for mortals.
Although he has always said that he is compassionate, in his heart, he has measured the lives of mortals with his own magic power, and finally made his own judgment.
After being silent for a long time, he picked up the golden book again: [I don’t want to. 】
After the reply, the Zen master silently closed his eyes and waited for his judgment. A moment later, with his nervousness before his execution, he picked up the golden book and found that Old Liu had replied: [So that's it. It seems that you are quite selfish. But being able to admit this is a good thing, and it feels like this is not your fault, there must be a deeper reason. 】
It’s not a bald donkey but a monk: [Everyone, do you not condemn me, a monk who despises human life? 】
Wang Jiu: [Not willing is just a superficial reason. Just like my disciples, they act unscrupulously, but in essence they are because they are too genius. And if you are unwilling to consume your magic power, the deeper reason is probably related to the true Buddha. Bald donkey, you don’t need to blame yourself too much. Let’s discuss it with us and you will definitely discover a deeper reason. 】
Seeing this, the Zen master fell silent again.
I thought the opposite side was a remnant of the Demon Sect. As long as the Buddha's Kingdom takes action, the other party will collapse, and the enslaved mortals will immediately become naturalized and become people of the Buddha's Kingdom.
But now it seems that these monks have greater love than themselves, and the mortals in the leadership can at least have no worries about food and clothing and live a three-meal day.
Compared with them, the Buddha Kingdom seems to be more like a demon's cave, entangling all mortals into hell.
Recalling the content in "The Black Buddha Kingdom Xuankong", the Zen master found that during the game, he was not surprised by the true Buddha's actions of escaping from the true Buddha and taking time to turn the Buddha Kingdom into hell.
In his heart, it seemed that he had long believed that the true Buddha would indeed do such a thing, but he was just unwilling to make it clear.
Recognizing this, the Zen master felt his Buddha's heart tremble. Even the "Jingxin Jue" could not maintain his own state of mind, making him realize that he had encountered his own demon.
In a trance, he saw himself in front of the boundless illusion, with countless flying sky, countless Buddhas, and lotus floating on the water surface, with beautiful Buddha sounds resounding around him.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The surroundings are infinite light, infinite wisdom, infinite greatness, and the entire space is filled with infinite enlightenment, which is very similar to the legendary supreme Pure Land.
The Bodhisattva even reached out and pulled him forward, ready to enter this supreme paradise.
But before getting close, I could smell a strong smell of blood.
Looking at the sight of the air, there was no flying around. It was clearly a skeleton wearing a pink gauze scarf, hanging in the air, swaying like a puppet.
The lotus in the water is made up of human heads, with hundreds of millions of heads bleeding in the seven orifices, each carrying the pain before death.
The bones piled up like mountains, blood flowed into a river, and the viscous blood internal organs kept surging, even covering their necks.
And the Buddhas were in this blood river, drinking happily like evil ghosts, greedily enjoying the fishy flesh and blood piled up by countless mortals and endless monks.
Although this scene is an illusion, it also makes the Zen master fall into it and cannot move.
These illusions are not false, but reflections on reality, and are real existences.
Then, he saw that the Bodhisattva who was holding him had turned into an evil ghost, and that his hand had already decayed, and leech-like tentacles emerged from it, constantly sucking his blood.
Watching this scene, the Zen master suddenly became turbulent, but then it turned into tranquility.
He lowered his head, looked at the blood under his feet and sighed, "It's bitter."
(The end of this chapter)