Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 725: Bitterness (1/2)

Because of the update of the local functions, the atmosphere in Ye Qingyuan's live broadcast room was not right.

They no longer play games, watch live broadcasts, or engage in verbal battles. Now they have started to reconcile accounts.

Although it was a little awkward at the beginning, after the initial silence and Ye Qingyuan starting talking, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

Especially after discovering that Buddhist monks particularly liked to play "Black Buddhist Xuankong" and had conducted a lot of research, the righteous and evil sects in Jiuzhou immediately found that this group of bald donkeys were also quite handsome.

As long as you like playing games, we are half-brothers!
Once they found a common language, they began to have a pleasant chat. They started to dislike Ye Qingyuan's poor gaming skills, discussed various settings in the game together, exchanged various Easter eggs they had discovered, and had a lot of fun chatting.

As they chatted, their topic finally jumped from games to their respective lifestyles, and they began to discuss some somewhat sharp but very down-to-earth topics.

Liuli (Exiled Land): [Master, I am also playing games, so I want to know if you really only eat one meal a day? Is it true that you don't eat after noon? ]

Not a bald donkey but a monk (Buddhist country): [It is true. ]

[Is it because you are particularly pious? ]

Not a Bald Donkey, but a Monk (Buddhist Country): [This is not the case. It is mainly because our grain production has always been low, so we can only eat these things. If we have one meal a day, can it reduce the burden on the tenants and allow them to eat more? ]

Liuli: [Hmm? I thought you were here because of your faith? ]

Not a Bald Donkey, but a Monk: [How is that possible? We just package it as a belief. Otherwise, we really can’t survive if we don’t do this. ]

Lao Liu (Shennong Valley): [I am a cultivator from Shennong Valley. I have some experience in farming. I wonder if you, Baldy, could tell me about the problems you have encountered so that I can provide some help? ]

Not a Bald Donkey, but a Monk: [Thank you, but I still hope you can call me a monk. Our current problem is the lack of mana. We have done some research on the Way of Heaven, and after our investigation, we found that the authority of the Way of Heaven is divided into two categories: natural authority and human authority. Mana could have been generated naturally, but for various reasons, natural mana gradually decreased, and the authority of the Way of Heaven began to be scarce, so the authority related to crops was also weakening, and crops could not grow. ]

Old Liu: [Something is wrong. Our God of Agriculture has also done some research on natural power. The operation of this power is the foundation of a world. How could there be a shortage of mana? You monks also have mana, can't you help deal with it? ]

Not a bald donkey but a monk: [The power of Buddhist monks is extremely precious and cannot be used at will. It is not allowed. ]

Lao Liu: [Is it impossible, or unwilling? ]

Seeing the words appearing on the golden book, a Zen master in the Buddhist country fell silent.

Those simple words made him realize that he had been avoiding this problem.

Although magical powers are precious, Buddhism also has methods to create clouds and rain.

In an era when the Way of Heaven is gradually weakening, cultivators only need to use some of their magic power to replace the role of the Way of Heaven, helping mortals harvest food and preventing them from starving to death.

But because magic power is too precious, he never thought of contributing it to do something for mortals.

Although he always said that he was compassionate, in his heart, he had already weighed the lives of mortals against his own magical powers, and finally made his own judgment.

After a long silence, he picked up the golden book again: [No. ]

After replying, the Zen master quietly closed his eyes and waited for his judgment. After a while, he picked up the golden book with trepidation before execution and found that Lao Liu had replied: [So that's how it is. It seems that you are quite selfish. But it's a good thing to admit this, and I feel that this is not your fault. There must be a deeper reason. ]

Not a bald donkey, but a monk: [Everyone, don’t you condemn me, a monk who despises human life? ]

Wang Jiu: [Reluctance is just a superficial reason. Just like my disciples, they act recklessly, but the essence is that they are too talented. And you are unwilling to consume your mana, the deeper reason is probably related to the True Buddha. Bald Donkey, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Discuss with us and we will definitely find the deeper reason.]

Seeing this, the Zen master fell silent again.

I thought that the opponents were all remnants of the Demonic Sect. As long as the Buddha Kingdom took action, the other side would surely collapse, and the enslaved mortals would immediately naturalize and become the people of the Buddha Kingdom.

But now it seems that these monks are more loving than himself, and the mortals in the territory can at least have enough food and clothing and three meals a day.

Compared with them, the Buddha's kingdom seems more like a devil's cave, dragging all mortals into hell.

Recalling the contents of "Black Buddha Kingdom Xuan Kong", the Zen master found that during the game, he was not surprised at all that the real Buddha escaped and drained away his magic power to turn the Buddha Kingdom into hell.

In his heart, it seemed that he had already determined that the True Buddha would indeed do such a thing, but he just didn't want to point it out.

Realizing this, the Zen master felt his Buddha heart tremble. Even the "Art of Correcting the Mind" could not maintain his state of mind, making him realize that he had encountered his own inner demon.

In a trance, he saw himself standing in front of an endless illusion. In front of him were countless flying celestial beings, countless Buddhas, and lotus flowers floating on the water. Beautiful Buddhist music echoed all around.

There is infinite light, infinite wisdom, and infinite greatness all around. The entire space is filled with infinite enlightenment, just like the legendary supreme pure land.

A Bodhisattva even stretched out his hand to pull him forward, preparing to step into this supreme land of bliss.

But before I got close, I could smell a strong smell of blood.

Looking carefully, there were no flying figures around, but skeletons covered with pink scarves, hanging in the air, swaying like puppets.

The lotus in the water was made of human heads. There were hundreds of millions of heads with blood gushing out of their seven orifices, and each one was in agony before death.

Corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowed like a river, and the sticky blood and internal organs kept surging up, even to the point of covering his neck.

And the Buddhas were in this river of blood, drinking heartily like evil spirits, greedily enjoying the smelly flesh and blood of countless mortals and endless monks.

Although this scene was an illusion, it made the Zen master deeply trapped in it and unable to move.

These illusions are not false, but a reflection of reality and are real.

Afterwards, he saw that the Bodhisattva who was holding him had turned into an evil ghost, and the hand holding him had long since decayed. Leech-like tentacles emerged from it, constantly sucking his blood.

Looking at this scene, the Zen master's heart 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."

(End of this chapter)