Chapter 1626: Chapter 1628: He Is the Buddha Lord’s Lapdog
The next morning.
The Pure Land was tranquil as ever. Huazi rolled out his channel, selling each piece of the rare earth for ten pieces of supre rare earth resources. Despite being a disposable item with a usage ti of just one minute, it was already an astronomical price.
Yet, upon learning of its effects, nearly every household owned a packet. They would sell their pots and pans to buy it, for it could enhance enlightennt and eradicate inner demons—a treasure personally crafted by the Buddha, with infinite wonderful uses.
For a while, white smoke curled above the golden Pure Land of the Buddhist Sect. The people were inhaling deeply, faces full of intoxication. Breaking through on the spot was not uncommon.
But this was just the prelude to a coming storm. Undercurrents surged, as many cultivators from the originally malevolent Pure Land began to take action.
Outside various temples, squads of Buddhist monks could be seen parading, calling on the people to believe in science.
“Amitabha. Recently, various exotic booklets have infiltrated the Pure Land, causing profound effects. Even high monks from major Buddhist temples ordered book burnings, attempting to eradicate everything at the root. But this is just a façade, rely showing the lack of confidence of the eminent monks!”
“When facing the unknown, we should see its duality. These booklets and cultivation techniques, although contrary to tradition and unlike the classics of Buddhism, depict true imagery. Citing scriptures and texts for verification is possible, yet the Abbot publicly burned them and issued a book ban without verifying their truthfulness. This defies the will of the people, attempting to prevent the masses from gaining enlightennt, with ulterior motives.”
“Recently, we monks will use a specific case from among the people in the Pure Land to point out the drawbacks of Buddhist faith—seeing a leaf and knowing autumn!”
A large number of young monks paraded with eloquence. More and more people gathered, and although Huazi made them clearer, they still presented a sowhat confused stance, albeit unable to resist the invasion of the Power of Faith.
At that mont, swayed by the monks in protest, they could not help but recall the booklets and texts they had read days before.
“Master, our faith in Buddhism, the Abbot of the temple says it’s all sheer fabrication, making us go against the teachings, rebelling against our faith.”
One of the people said.
“Na: Wang Dachui, Dharma na: Guangxu, aged thirty-eight, a monk from Cold Moon Temple. The weekly temple assembly is what he looks forward to the most, as he can et the Abbot and listen to teachings.”
“But his experience serves as a warning to countless Buddhist monks. In Cold Moon Temple, he worked hard without complaint for ten years, never uttering a word of grievance, yet all he got in return was a salary increase of only 200 before year-end. The Abbot said not to always think about what you gain from the temple, but to think about what you give to it. The house price in Cold Moon Temple has risen to 68,000—an unattainable figure for him even with a life’s work, let alone for many faithful and common people.”
“Nowadays, these booklets from outside effectively help the common people solve this problem, advocating for self-reliance. One can have faith, but should not overly depend on others. Only by becoming part of the managent can you truly grasp your destiny.”
A bald-headed monk spoke passionately. He was from the Abyssal Realm, a talented figure from there, a young hero known for his bold exploits just days ago. Because of acquainting with a fat man, he eventually couldn’t escape being abducted to the malevolent Pure Land.
The fat man told him that as long as his work was diligent, returning ho wasn’t impossible.
For him, who had long dwelled in a foreign land without freedom, piecing together visions to fill his hunger was the best stimulant. Even with baldness, he remained unfazed, energetically spreading ideological values to the people as though infused with adrenaline.
“Today, eminent monks from the Buddhist Sect are preventing enlightennt among people, hindering the populace from self-reliance to ensure the dominance of Buddhist faith!”
“We must resist, we must fight, overthrow the big landlords, acquire more Huazi resources, mutual benefit and developnt together, and break feudal superstition. Believe in science!”
The young monks shouted sternly, strongly condemning the suppression actions of the Buddhist Sect.
“Scoundrels!”
“Who permitted you to create such ruckus in the pure land of the Buddhist Sect, spreading delusions!”
“Which temple do you belong to, daring to spread false remarks publicly? Is this an attempt to deviate from the teachings, ignoring the doctrines of Buddhism?”
The noise grew louder, and the high monks, observing silently initially, could no longer sit still; they couldn’t let it go on unchecked. If the faithful were incited, they would be held accountable.
Just like the secret order issued by the Lingyin Temple supervisor, suppression must be carried out imdiately.
“Isn’t that the Abbot of Cold Moon Temple, unable to remain seated after hearing about his glorious deeds?”
“What’s said in the booklets is not without reason. Having faith in the heart gives the people strength, hope, self-reliance—what’s wrong in that? Burning books is clearly deliberate evasion!”
“Indeed, I see these high monks from temples as no more than the Buddha’s wash dogs. How much does he pay you, introduce too—everyone should earn together!”
Amidst the crowd of people, a mass of unfamiliar faces suddenly erged, beginning to sarcastically ridicule the eminent monks who stepped forward, driving the resistance mood of the people.
It’s ti to test the crisis managent ability in the malevolent Pure Land. Liu Jinshui had prepared them well on how to deal with the eminent monks of Buddhism, how to rally the masses, with optimal adaptability skills.
“Ami-fuckin’-taba, scoundrels!”
“Standing in the Pure Land, before the Buddhist Sect, to utter such vulgar words, simply shows no respect for elders!”
“Soone, seize these rioters!”
The monks of Cold Moon Temple flew into a rage; the newly illustrated example of their temple was used to confuse the people, and they couldn’t bear it. They needed to resort to strong asures for suppression.
“He’s flustered, he’s flustered!”
“Indeed there’s sothing fishy—brethren, run quickly, even in Pure Land now speech is not free!”
A sigh of lant followed. Simultaneously, hundreds of streaks of light soared into the sky, fleeing in all directions. The bystander onlookers, clueless of the truth, panicked at the scene, imdiately following with heads tucked, making the high monks’ scalps tingle.
They hadn’t even started before the believers fled—nearly a thousand. If fully suppressed, the higher-ups would surely bla them; even as the head of an institute, they couldn’t bear such responsibility.
The sa scene played out across the Pure Land; countless cultivators rallied the believers, inciting rebellion with the effect of Huazi and booklets to strive for freedom, leaving many temples overwheld.
“Why have so many troublemakers erged overnight, aren’t all believers supposed to be indoctrinated anew?”
“I, a dignified temple Abbot, how did I beco the Buddha’s cleansing dog?”
“Quickly contact other temples to inquire about the situation, jointly report to Lingyin Temple, so Master Lingtai can make an early decision!”
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