Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 965 - 965 77 The Great Wish

Chapter 965: Chapter 77: The Great Wish Chapter 965: Chapter 77: The Great Wish The remnants of Buddhist civilization are just that, remnants, and not fools.

In the twelve habitable worlds, continuous major disturbances within two of them are definitely not simple.

The three Buddha Ancestors, who loom in the starry sky as great suns—the Eastern dicine Buddha, Central Gautama Buddha, and the Western Amitabha Buddha above—can afford to disregard the matters of the mortal world.

However, the Buddhas and the especially ranked Bodhisattvas (at the peak of the Level Nine Great Sages), who act on behalf of the three Ancestors and manage the affairs of the twelve habitable worlds, cannot ignore them.

In response to the flas of war ignited in two worlds, one edict after another was issued by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, ordering the local Buddhist temples to extinguish the flas quickly and restore the forr tranquility.

In this situation, the maneuvering space for Frist and dici kept shrinking, and Elise also faced greater pressure.

Fortunately, none of the three were pushovers.

They could hold on for a long ti before a monk who had attained the fruit of Bodhisattva (Great Sage) had to personally step in.

Elise even had the spare energy to further expand and solidify the scale and foundation of the Lotus Society.

In this regard, Elise had to thank those who misused the na “Lotus Society” to rebel.

These individuals not only shared the pressure but also gave Elise the opportunity to hide the true core mbers of the True Lotus Society and provided a large number of prospective mbers for the True Lotus Society.

Under such circumstances, one could only say that there is a predestined ti for everything.

If the Buddhist Sect hadn’t exploited and oppressed to the extre, it would not have been possible for the situation where “the world responds to Elise’s call, winning the people’s heart and support” to arise even before Elise made her call.

It truly confird the saying, “One reaps what one sows.”

After several days of hustle and bustle for Elise, Frist, and dici, the excitent finally reached the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion.

All Buddhist temples within the Song Country received invitation cards issued by the Prince of Guanglin, sincerely inviting young and promising monks to attend the Guanglin County Princess’s marriage selection event at the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion.

Given the special status of the Prince of Guanglin and the need for Buddhist Sect to exploit and oppress the people through one, several, or many secular Imperial Courts, upon receiving the invitations, all Buddhist temples within the Song Country sent their young and promising monks to the event.

So temples were closer to Guanglin Mansion, such as White Horse Zen Institution, and thus arrived faster and earlier.

Others were further away, like Bianjing Ci’en Temple, and consequently arrived slower and later.

Thirteen days after Link’s arrival at the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion, all eligible monks confird to be attending had finally arrived, and the marriage selection event began accordingly.

The venue was set up on a small plaza specially cleared out in the Prince’s Mansion.

More than three hundred monks arrived at the small plaza in a set order, to take their seats according to the guide signs.

The one to arrive last, drawing much anticipation, was none other than Monk Nengqing, the direct disciple of the Abbot of Bianjing Ci’en Temple.

It was rumored early on that the Prince of Guanglin had taken a liking to Monk Nengqing and sought to make a grand alliance by asking Monk Nengqing to marry the Commandery Princess.

The young monks from other temples were rely running along; they stood no chance of winning the lady’s hand.

This rumor had been pushed forward by a kind-hearted person and reached Link’s ears early on.

To this, Link’s response was just a sneer followed by an indifferent attitude, though he did take a longer glance at Monk Nengqing upon seeing him.

“Junior Brother, do you have an objection to him?”

Monk Liao Chen, acutely aware sothing was off, asked with suspicion.

Following that day, Monk Liao Chen confined himself in his room for three full days, in profound contemplation without the thought for food or drink.

Ultimately unable to figure anything out, Monk Liao Chen couldn’t help but rage, resolutely deciding not to overthink it.

All thoughts of practicing Buddhism and praying, whether it was Master Wusheng or Master Yousheng, the Buddhist paradise or sea of suffering in the human world—all were pushed aside.

All compassion, pity, and doubts were suppressed in the depths of Monk Liao Chen’s heart.

When he next appeared before Link, it was as if nothing had happened.

Link made no comnt on this, neither surprised nor repulsed, and simply accepted it nonchalantly.

Hearing Monk Liao Chen’s question, Link just smiled and didn’t answer.

Seeing this, Monk Liao Chen knew his increasingly different Junior Brother, who had recovered from his injury, did not wish to answer the question and said to himself, “Even if you do have an objection, you’ll have to hold it in. Our White Horse Zen Institution cannot provoke Ci’en Temple.”

“Mhm.”

Link nodded lightly to show he understood Monk Chen’s aning and had no intention of troubling Monk Nengqing.

In the Princess’s boudoir.

The voice of Lotson erged from the vanity mirror and entered Jasmine’s ears:

“Look, look, my good-for-nothing big brother doesn’t have an ounce of jealousy.

Poor sister-in-law, I really feel sorry for you.

You’ve planned and toiled so devotedly for him, and what does he do? He doesn’t even bother to confront a re Monk Nengqing, simply because White Horse Zen Institution can’t afford to offend Ci’en Temple.

My heavens!

What’s Ci’en Temple anyway?

Just burn it and be done with it.

Good-for-nothing big brother just doesn’t value you enough, poor sister-in-law.”

As Lotson droned on, Jasmine’s brow furrowed tighter, an impatient look spreading across her face as she chided telepathically, “Can’t you shut up? Always going on about ‘good-for-nothing’ this and that, isn’t it annoying?”

“Oh my… tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Unabashed by the scolding, Lotson continued his mischievous telepathic chatter, “You get all worked up the mont ‘good-for-nothing big brother’ is ntioned. Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

With a thud.

Not wanting to waste more words with Lotson, Jasmine slamd the vanity mirror down onto the dressing table and cut off their telepathic link.

The maid nearby got a fright, wondering if, since the marriage selection event was about to formally begin, the Princess, who had held back for so long, had finally had enough?