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

They stopped playing games, watching live broadcasts, and fighting verbal battles. Now they started to reconcile accounts.

Although it was a bit awkward at the beginning, after the initial silence and Ye Qingyuan opened up the conversation, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

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

As long as you like to play games, we are half-brothers!

And once they had a common language, they began to chat happily, began to dislike Ye Qingyuan's poor game skills, discussed various settings in the game together, exchanged various easter eggs they found, and had a lot of fun chatting.

As they chatted, their topic finally jumped from the game to their own lifestyles, and began to talk about some somewhat sharp but very down-to-earth topics.

Liuli (Land of Exile): [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 Bald Donkey But Monk (Buddha Kingdom): [It is true. ]

[Is it because you are particularly pious? ]

Not Bald Donkey But Monk (Buddha Kingdom): [No, it’s mainly because our grain production has always been low, so we can only eat these things. If you eat one meal a day, it can reduce the burden on the tenants and let them eat more? ]

Lili: [Huh? I thought you were doing it because of faith? ]

Not Bald Donkey But Monk: [How is that possible? But we packaged it as faith. Otherwise, if we don’t do this, we really can’t survive. ]

Lao Liu (Shennong Valley): [I am a monk from Shennong Valley. I have some experience in farming. I wonder if you, Bald Donkey, can tell me about the problems you encounter, and I will see if I can provide some help? ]

Not Bald Donkey But Monk: [Thank you, but I still hope you can call me monk. Our current problem is the lack of mana. We have done some research on the Way of Heaven. After our survey, 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 due to 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. 】

Lao Liu: [Something is wrong. Our god of agriculture has also done some research on natural authority. The operation of this part of authority 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 mana of the monks in the Buddhist country is very precious, and it cannot be used at will. It won't work. 】

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

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

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

Although mana is precious, Buddhism also has the method of making clouds and rain.

In the era when the Way of Heaven is gradually weakening, the monks only need to take out some of their magic power and replace the role of the Way of Heaven to help mortals harvest food and prevent them from starving to death.

But because the magic power is too precious, he never thought of contributing his magic power to help mortals do a little bit.

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

After a long silence, he picked up the golden book again: [I am unwilling. ]

After replying, the Zen master closed his eyes silently 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 it, 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: [Unwillingness is just a superficial reason, just like my disciples, who act recklessly one by one, the essence is still because they are too talented. And the deeper reason why you don't want to spend mana is probably related to the True Buddha. Bald donkey, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Let's discuss it together, and we will definitely find the deeper reason. 】

Seeing this, the Zen master was silent again.

I thought that the other side was the remnants of the Demon Sect. As long as the Buddha Kingdom took action, the other side would definitely 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 themselves. The mortals in the territory can at least have food and clothing without worries and live a life of three meals a day.

Compared with them, the Buddha Kingdom seems more like a demon cave, dragging all mortals into hell.

Recalling the content of "Black Buddha Kingdom Xuankong", the Zen master found that during the game, he was not surprised at all that the True Buddha escaped and used up his mana to turn the Buddha Kingdom into hell.

In his heart, it seems that he has long believed that the True Buddha would indeed do such a thing, but he just doesn't want to make it clear.

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

In a trance, he saw himself in front of the boundless illusion, with countless flying celestial beings, countless Buddhas, and lotus flowers floating on the water, and beautiful Buddhist music resounding all around.

One mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!

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

There was also a Bodhisattva reaching out to pull him forward, ready to step into this supreme paradise.

But before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Looking carefully, there were no flying celestial beings around, but skeletons wearing pink veils, hanging in the air, swaying like puppets.

The lotus in the water was made of piled up human heads, with hundreds of millions of heads bleeding from all seven orifices, each with the pain before death.

The corpses piled up like mountains, the blood flowed like rivers, and the sticky blood and internal organs kept surging, even to the point of drowning their necks.

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

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

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

Then, he saw that the Bodhisattva who was holding him had turned into an evil ghost, and the hand holding him had long been rotten, and leech-like tentacles emerged from it, constantly sucking his blood.

Watching 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."