My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1157 Unspeakable Suffering

The two saints of the Western Sect were spreading their divine senses and strengthening their spiritual power, trying to find Wen Rui's location like searching for a needle in a haystack, when a calm notification sound suddenly came from afar.

The screens on the city's high-rise buildings lit up simultaneously, displaying Wen Rui's image. His expression was calm, and his voice, broadcast throughout the city, reached every corner without any hostility. Instead, it carried a sense of admonition: "Two saints of the Western Sect, your insistence on seeking me is nothing more than concern for the destruction of Mount Ling and Kunlun. However, you were the ones who initiated this battle, and I was merely protecting the city. The five million civilians in the city are now irrelevant to this. If you continue to linger, innocent people will inevitably be harmed in the ensuing chaos. Rather than wasting time here, it is better to retreat as soon as possible and not let more lives be drawn into the conflict."

As the broadcast ended, the tense atmosphere in the city eased slightly. Although the common people still watched the two saints warily, they were no longer as aggressive as before.

Several manned aircraft flew slowly by, with messages such as "Reject war, protect our homeland," "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but there is a shore to return to," and "Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot" scrolling on their screens. It was clear that the Creator was guiding the civilians to avoid escalating the conflict.

The expressions of the Guide Daoist and the Sage Zhunti changed drastically. They had thought that the Creator Heavenly Venerable would use civilians as a threat, but they did not expect that the other party would show a "retreat" attitude, which made it seem as if they were determined to seek war and disregard the safety of civilians.

What made it even more embarrassing for them was that the civilians looked at them with not only hostility but also a sense of "unreasonable harassment," as if they were the culprits who were disrupting the peace.

In the past, it was always the "righteous path" that stood on the moral high ground to persuade the "evil path," but Wen Rui turned out to be the one to accuse the wicked first, pretending to be compassionate and good in front of all beings, which made all the gods and Buddhas seem like evil demons and heretics.

They used the same rhetoric and tactics commonly employed by Western religions, employing the same "moral blackmail" tactics, glossing over their own mistakes while pinning the blame on others.

The broadcast faded into the air above the streets of Hunshi City. The Guide Daoist and the Sage Zhunti stood in place, their bodies shimmering with Buddhist light as their emotions surged.

The Guide Daoist's clenched fingers turned white, his heart filled with unprecedented frustration—he was the supreme saint who founded the Western Sect, and had been proving the Dao for hundreds of millions of years. Who in the Three Realms did not respect him?

But now, he is surrounded by ordinary people holding rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and he has nowhere to place even a trace of his saintly dignity.

What troubled him even more was that he possessed world-destroying supernatural powers, but dared not use them for fear of committing indiscriminate killing. This doctrine was something he had personally established.

Mingming wanted to find Wenrui immediately to avenge the destruction of Lingshan, but he couldn't even sense the other party's presence and could only waste time in this mortal city.

"I simply cannot swallow this insult!"

The voice of the Sage Zhunti carried suppressed anger. The Seven Treasures Tree spun in his palm, a hint of malevolence flashing in its shadow: "When have we sages ever been treated with such contempt by fools? In the past, we would either ignore it or use our supernatural powers to escape. Why would we care about the eyes of these mortals? But now, can we simply dismiss this with a 'turn back while there's still hope'? Even if you want to turn back..."

He stopped talking before he could finish, mocking himself – now that the Western religion's ancestral temple, Lingshan, has been destroyed, they don't even have a place to "go back to their hometown."

If we give up halfway, not only will we fail to avenge the grudge against Mount Ling, but the reputation of the Western Sect will also be completely ruined. In the future, we will never be able to hold our heads high in the Three Realms again, and our descendants will not only have no money to spend, but also no place to live!

More importantly, the Buddhist mind emphasizes "cause and effect." If this grudge is not avenged, their spiritual mind will be left with a flaw, and their perfect state will be imperfect.

The guide took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the irritation in his heart, and raised his hand to create a pale golden aura—the aura was not strong, just enough to block the debris thrown by the commoners, but it would not harm anyone.

"Fine, things have come to this, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and keep searching." His tone was heavy: "We'll use our protective energy to block the people, and search inch by inch. I refuse to believe we won't find that guy's trail!"

Saint Zhunti nodded, and also unleashed a ray of Buddhist light and energy, walking side by side with the Buddha Tathagata towards the depths of the city.

While cautiously sensing the energy fluctuations around them, the two carefully observed every building and every street, resembling two "mortal spies" who couldn't find their target, completely losing the composure and majesty of saints.

Unfortunately, their every move was watched by the people of Liberty City. There were many people who were not afraid of death and followed them with their phones. Some even started live streaming.

The two sages felt as if they were two big, rambunctious monkeys who had wandered into a commotion and were being treated like a spectacle!
But as they walked, the two saints were involuntarily drawn to the scene before them. Free City was by no means the "ordinary city" they had imagined.

Manned aircraft moved about in an orderly fashion in the air, and vehicles on the ground traveled along fixed routes without any congestion.

The screens on the exterior walls of the high-rise buildings played scenes of ordinary people's lives: children reading, farmers cultivating the land, and craftsmen making tools—a thriving scene. The streets were clean and tidy, without a single piece of litter, and even the air lacked the stale air common in ordinary cities.

"This ordinary city is so advanced?"

Saint Zhunti couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the "automatic water dispenser" on the street. Mortals only needed to press a button to get clear water, without having to rely on spiritual springs like cultivators in the Three Realms.

He also saw several children playing around a "mechanical toy" that could walk automatically and light up, and was even more exquisite than the "Qiankun Ring" played by the disciples of the Chan Sect.

The guide nodded slightly, thinking to himself, "In the past, I only thought that mortals were born of dust and were foolish and ignorant. But today I see that although they have no supernatural powers, they can create such a civilized and prosperous scene with their own wisdom."

He noticed that even though the civilians were hostile towards them, no one ever took any extreme actions; they only threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at them, and no one tried to hurt anyone with a sharp weapon.

Some civilians even pulled children back to their side when they saw them getting close to the protective aura, to prevent them from being in danger.

Saints possess the divine eye to observe merits. With a single glance, they can see that although the crowd surrounding them is a mixed race, including not only humans and demons, but also Rakshasa and Asura demons, the color of the merit aura on each citizen is light white. They rarely see scarlet or black fierce and wicked people.

"The quality of these citizens is even higher than that of some cultivators from the Three Realms."

The guide said softly, his understanding of "mortals" subtly shifting.

In the deliberate stereotypes of Western religions, there are few good people among the beings of Jambudvipa (the southern continent), who are greedy, lustful, lewd, and prone to killing and fighting, and are in dire need of the Buddha's teachings to guide them.

The Western religion has always promoted this idea to create a more suitable reason for spreading its teachings. But now they can't lie with their eyes open. Compared to the character of these people, how can the natives of Xiniu Hezhou be worthy of the praise of "not being greedy or killing, cultivating their spirit and nurturing their souls"? At best, they can only be described as "clean and hygienic".

(End of this chapter)