Chapter 301: Only I Have the Unique Method Chapter 301: Monk's Temple (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Divine Arts come from the projection of a "god"; the stronger and firmer one's personal faith, the stronger the projection obtained.

Unlike common understanding, apart from a very few "gods," most "gods" do not reject other "gods," and most projections can stack. Chen Yi, not lacking in malicious speculation: either gods do not possess intelligence, or gods discovered through years of competition that only full freedom can gain more faith...

As a socialist youth with a pure political background, Chen Yi never believed in the superstitious ideas of gods, Buddhas, the Three Pure Ones, Christianity, or amen; our Party never believes in superstition, the only recognized Bible can only be the Red Treasure Book, that glorious Mao Zedong Thought is sacred and inviolable, while Marxism-Leninism outside of that must be held with a cautious critical attitude, especially parts that contradict Red Treasure Book thought...

"Master Ru Ding, when you performed the Opening Light, did you do it in some special place?" Chen Yi knew that whether on the West Continent or in the Holy Qiao Kingdom, obtaining Divine Arts required performing rituals at an altar; only after performing rituals recognized by a "god" or "Temple" could one engage in activities like prayer to increase Divine Arts, just like Holy Knight Grindel, who first gained recognition at the Dragon Hall before being able to practice on his own, and afterward did not need to go often. Many temples mastered knights as much as possible through this method.

Ru Ding thought for a moment and said: "It seems there was nothing special. I entered Baima Temple in my youth and studied together with my senior brothers... Those who can devoutly worship the Buddha are ultimately few; in this generation only three people have the ability to perform Opening Light, much weaker than records of previous generations."

"How many people per generation?"

"Over 1,700." Ru Ding did not hide it; before him was Yin Senyong, a great luminous body, possessing powerful "magic arts" never heard of before; the Buddha light he himself was proud of counted for nothing.

Chen Yi shook his head and laughed: "I've never heard that Baima Temple had so many people."

"Disciples of each generation who are not devout enough gradually transfer to other temples." Ru Ding spoke of his own sect's secrets without any emotional fluctuation.

Yin Senyong entered a thinking state, as if studying, observing Ru Ding Monk up and down, and after a while said: "Looking at their Divine Arts, they are not complete; perhaps they performed some evil ritual, not necessarily having a temple. Hmm, it must be so. They performed an evil ritual with many participants; if the number of people was truly large enough, then everyone who performed the same ritual would be equal to a part of a god, thereby providing the power of faith to others... It must be so."

After Yin Senyong decisively gave his conclusion, he asked: "Have you performed any same rituals?"

Ru Ding Monk, listening to Yin Senyong's words, felt something was off no matter how he heard it, and couldn't help but sneer: "May I ask what ritual you performed?"

"Holy Water Irrigation and bathing, seven consecutive days of prayer, and offerings to the Dragon God." Yin Senyong's faith contained both "Words and Deeds Consistent" and "Loyalty to the Temple," performing quite traditional etiquette.

"Western dregs." Ru Ding Monk snorted; he actually quite liked foreign goods in daily life, British bone china being his favorite, but since others had brought out "evil arts," if he didn't refute it, he couldn't survive.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, pointed at Ru Ding's forehead and said: "All monks must undergo tonsure, that is, shaving their heads."

"Interesting ritual. How many people?"

"Tens of millions?"

"Heavens!" Yin Senyong nodded repeatedly in shock: "Such evil arts, such evil arts! Truly impressive!"

Ru Ding, alone and weak, refuted: "Baima Temple is a temple; we also have the Five Precepts, Eight Precepts, and Two Hundred and Fifty Precepts..."

"Two hundred and fifty kinds of faith?" Yin Senyong swallowed saliva enviously. If there were 250 gods, how powerful would the Divine Arts be. He ignored Ru Ding's so-called temple; temples had various branch institutions, but those able to perform rituals were few and far between, and the presiding sacrificial power had to be very strong.

Chen Yi coughed twice and said: "I know the Five Precepts: no killing, no stealing, no lying, no drinking alcohol, and one more is what? No eating ********* evil." Ru Ding said unhappily.

Yin Senyong was greatly alarmed: "Then what's the point of living? Moreover, the lust and evil you speak of—is it completely forbidden? Then how to continue the family..."

Ru Ding said in anger and defeat: "I'm leaving."

"Great Monk, don't be anxious." Chen Yi pulled him back and smiled: "Faith is faith, ritual is ritual; your Five Precepts aren't performed upon entry. Faith provides Source Energy, that is, the magic power you speak of; ritual is like a switch, a valve that opens energy transmission."

Saying this, he turned to Yin Senyong and said: "I think shaving the head is a ritual; do you want to try?"

Yin Senyong, though envious, still shook his head: "Stealing is fine, but no lying is worse than Words and Deeds Consistent. I can't persist in the others; rather than waste time, it's better to stick to my current faith."

Chen Yi laughed and scolded: "Don't think stealing is simple; stealing includes the precept against robbery."

Robbery on the West Continent is as common as rape in South Africa; few knights can withstand the temptation.

Yin Senyong immediately shook his head: "I know this kind of faith; after winning a battle, one doesn't even dare take the spoils..."

Chen Yi asked suggestively: "What about not drinking alcohol?"

"If one accidentally drinks, wouldn't one lose a lot of Shenjia? No good, no good..."

Chen Yi calculated; Buddhist precepts really had no easy ones to follow.

"Where is your place of worshipping the Buddha, and how can one enter?" Chen Yi asked Ru Ding again. Although he had no intention of joining Buddhism, if that was a temple-like existence, he had to understand it.

Ru Ding had long since not wanted to deal with them, sitting alone on the ground; he was actually curious too, but his power was too weak, so he could only passively avoid them.

Yin Senyong had fought all his life and seen more captives than women; he immediately stepped forward and threatened: "If you don't take us there, I'll immediately make you drink alcohol and eat meat, then find a woman for you, and put you among a pile of mice; just roll over and crush several to death..."

He applied what he learned; many captured knights fell this way. Precisely because of this, subjective faith was easier to maintain, while objective faith was easily threatened.

Ru Ding was shocked and angry: "How can you be like this, how can you be like this, scoundrel! Rat!"

His precept against anger had never succeeded.

"No lying means not speaking falsehoods; we are not mice; how can you say that? Don't think I haven't seen mice; the first day I stayed at the Martial Arts Hall, I killed a nest of them." Yin Senyong displayed his outstanding prominent ears and shook his head: "No wonder your Divine Arts are so weak."

In just a few words, Ru Ding Monk was forced into helplessness; under the eaves, one had to bow one's head, so he told them the practice place within the temple as well, but Yin Senyong couldn't travel far, so Chen Yi simply borrowed two people from Fang Zhong's investment team, and brought Su Yuanchun from the Martial Arts Hall Archives Research Room, together going to the scene to inspect and film, using official documents.

Everything was arranged, and night fell.

Chen Yi called the Storage Area and so on, heard everything was normal, and relaxed; only then did he discover: "Where is your other disciple?"

As soon as his question left his mouth, Ru Ding said smugly: "He went to Mayor Fang's home long ago... Your Martial Arts Hall will be in danger, haha, hahahaha."

Ru Ding was a National People's Congress Deputy and understood official power, so he valued the Mayor so much.

Chen Yi asked strangely: "Which Mayor where?"

"Mayor Fang of Jiangning City."

The only family surnamed Fang in the Municipal Government was his great-uncle's family, and he was indeed the Deputy Mayor in charge of religious affairs; Chen Yi looked at Ru Ding strangely and called Fang Zhennan, asking: "Great-uncle, did a monk come to see you today?"

"I had Xiao Liu receive him; what's wrong?"

"Where is he now?"

"I'll ask; let Xiao Liu call you." The Deputy Mayor of Jiangning was also busy with countless affairs; he probably had no energy to care for a little monk's needs.

After hanging up, Ru Ding Monk sat up with a pale face.

After a while, Xiao Liu from the Secretary Office also called, introducing himself: "Mr. Chen, I am Xiao Liu, Secretary to Mayor Fang; today's monk was arranged at the Mayor's Reception Hall, but they seem to have their own residence."

"Alright, please wait at the Reception Hall; I'll send someone to pick them up." Chen Yi put down his mobile phone and said to Ru Ding: "Write two notes."

Ru Ding did as told; knowing Chen Yi's identity, he no longer worried about being killed to silence him, but still had no idea how to extricate himself.

Chen Yi, Yin Senyong, and Ru Ding Monk continued discussing rituals and faith; soon it became Chen Yi listening while Yin Senyong and Ru Ding Monk discussed.

As the West Continent's most promising family pillar with hopes of reaching the Divine Art Knight realm, Yin Senyong almost entirely denied the objective existence of "Faith" — the silent meditation and non-killing precepts received his severe criticism, as he believed they had almost no actual meaning, being showy but insubstantial.

Being called showy but insubstantial by a Family Knight was truly stinging enough. The tonsure drew even more sarcastic remarks from him: "If the war situation becomes too tense, even to the point of being surrounded, and you forget to shave your head, wouldn't your strength plummet?"

"I can just shave it again."

"Since you have Faith, a sudden violation will inevitably bring backlash, and divine power will greatly decrease. Not only will you be unlucky, your Knight will be unlucky too."

"Where are there so many wars." This was Ru Ding Monk's true thought. No matter how strong or powerful he was, he was also born in a peaceful era, and had never thought of relying on his Kung Fu to go to the battlefield — he still had the precept of non-killing after all.

Chen Yi didn't speak, yet sat there thinking, unknown how long passed, until he was shaken awake by Ru Ding Monk, the latter stiffening his neck and asking: "You say, is it or isn't it."

He actually looked like he was drunk.

Looking closely, several bottles of Wuliangye lay crooked on the ground, he truly was drunk.

Chen Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook off Ru Ding Monk, and asked Yin Senyong: "You say, would a ritual like baptism also be a Divine Temple type of existence?"

"Where there is a god there is a Divine Temple, very normal." Yin Senyong had seen many strange Divine Temples; he pointed at Ru Ding Monk and said: "But Knights like them who skip the Combat Skill Level won't have much of a future."

Chen Yi currently couldn't be bothered with the monk's temple, but had someone bring a Car ECU over, and said quietly: "This place has Christianity, and the Holy Land Vatican, I'll find pictures to show you, would there be a place capable of producing Divine Art?"

He was thinking of himself; the Saint Qiao Kingdom he couldn't reach, the West Continent he couldn't travel far in; if he could find a Divine Temple type of existence on Earth, wouldn't that be both convenient and familiar, even whether it was a Divine Temple he liked wouldn't matter, not believing in "Loyalty to the Divine Temple" would be fine too.

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