Chapter 264: Age of Dharma Decline (Part 3)

The tripod in Little Wei Yuan's hands was golden, and not only the tripod, but he himself was also golden. It wasn't Little Wei Yuan's tripod that blocked Moon Saint's strike, but the golden light blessed by the monk.

Moon Saint was not surprised by this. He pointed at the monk and laughed loudly, saying, "This pure world and stainless Dharma body of yours are indeed as powerful as before. But stainless, stainless, as long as there are sentient beings, where in the world is there a stainless Pure Land? Since your Pure Land has these people, it is no longer a Pure Land. Just watch me break your golden body!"

Moon Saint pointed his long sword at the villagers, but the villagers looked at him indifferently, no one was afraid, and some even spat.

Moon Saint was not annoyed, smiling and saying, "Every year, you offer the best food to the temple, but do you know which Buddha is worshipped in this temple?"

The villagers looked at each other; this was something they seemed to have never thought about. Little Wei Yuan also had a memory of his own. In his memory, he had to perform morning lessons every day, but it was always in the courtyard, and the monk would move the Dharma instruments out and never let anyone enter the temple.

The inside of the temple was always dark, and even if one passed by the entrance, one couldn't see what was inside. Every day, the monk was busy, sometimes copying scriptures, sometimes explaining the Buddha Dharma to the villagers.

But in fact, no one in the village listened to what the monk said; those scriptures were too long and too convoluted, and thinking about them gave one a headache, so it was simpler to offer every day and let the monk protect them. Many villagers didn't mind doing heavy work from morning till night, but letting them listen to a monk chant scriptures would give them a headache.

Originally, no one felt that there was any problem with what was inside the temple. That was simple; there was a Buddha in the temple.

But when Moon Saint said this, Little Wei Yuan felt something was wrong. Why had he never burned incense in front of the Buddha?

Moon Saint said again, "You have offered so much incense and offerings, don't you intend to see who you have been offering them to?"

A villager muttered in a low voice, "What's the big deal? At worst, it was eaten by the monk, right?"

Immediately, several people echoed, "The monk has protected us for so long, it's only right that he eats some offerings."

"The monk hasn't become a Buddha yet and is still a mortal, so of course he needs to eat!"

Amidst the confusion, Little Wei Yuan quietly pulled the young girl to his side and whispered, "If an accident happens later, you must follow me and run!"

The young girl rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's been so many years, when has there ever been an accident? You just want to trick me into a place with no one and do that thing."

Little Wei Yuan was dumbfounded, "You look so ugly, I have no interest!"

A terrifying light suddenly appeared in the young girl's eyes, and her voice changed, "You dare say I'm ugly?"

For some reason, hearing this dignified, high-and-mighty, cold voice, Little Wei Yuan actually shivered. At this moment, Moon Saint's blade light appeared again, hacking onto the small temple, which also interrupted Little Wei Yuan's strange feeling.

The small temple also radiated golden light, blocking this strike. Moon Saint said to the villagers, "You see, I can't get in now. But you can! You don't say you worship the Buddha, so why don't you go in and see for yourselves?"

A woman hesitated, "There won't really be anything inside, right?"

The village chief immediately scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! There must be a reason why the Dharma master doesn't let us see; this wolf monster has no good intentions, no one is allowed to go in!"

Moon Saint was very patient, saying, "If there are no ghosts, why are you afraid to let people see? Or is it that someone thinks you are too stupid and doesn't want you to see the truth?

But everyone has the right to know the truth, and fate should be in your own hands, not decided by the monk and the village chief on your behalf."

Sankui suddenly said, "The village chief has been in the temple; what is in the temple? Why don't you let us go in?"

"You dare not listen to me?" The village chief glared at Sankui, raised his staff, and struck down hard. Sankui's head immediately bled. Sankui touched the blood on his head, somewhat incredulous.

The woman beside him suddenly rushed over and tackled the village chief to the ground. She was strong, and the village chief was old, so he couldn't get up for a while after the heavy fall. The woman grabbed the village chief tightly and shouted to Sankui, "Why don't you hurry into the temple! Once you go in, you will be the village chief!"

Sankui gritted his teeth and rushed into the small temple.

"How can it be like this?" Sankui's exclamation sounded from the temple.

The village chief was very anxious, cursing something, and slapped the woman's face with one hand, striking very heavily. The woman suddenly became ruthless, grabbed the village chief's head, and knocked it hard against the ground!

The village chief's expression became dull, and blood slowly overflowed from the back of his head.

Some villagers were afraid, some were watching, and more rushed into the small temple. Little Wei Yuan was actually very curious, so he followed the crowd into the temple.

In the center of the temple stood a Buddha statue, head lowered and eyes drooping, its golden body already turning black. However, the Buddha statue looked very young, exactly the same as the monk's appearance when he was meditating.

The one worshipped in this temple was actually the monk himself? Little Wei Yuan suddenly had an indescribable feeling of bizarreness. There were traces of food having been eaten on the offering table, but the altar where the Buddha statue was placed was covered in dust. There was a spider web in the corner of the room, and the spider didn't know where it had hidden.

At this moment, a sudden "pop" sound was heard, and a crack suddenly appeared on the top of the Buddha statue's head, and then fresh blood slowly seeped out!

Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt something and rushed out of the small temple. The woman had already stood up, looking somewhat blankly at the village chief who had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up, constantly saying, "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."

Someone died in the village...

At this moment, one part of Little Wei Yuan's consciousness felt it was incredible; how could someone die in the village? Not to mention that the one who died was the village chief, whom everyone feared on weekdays, and who could hit whoever he wanted. But another part of his consciousness felt that the sky had collapsed and he needed to immediately find a position or fortifications.

Little Wei Yuan began to look around.

At this moment, the villagers were still more concerned about the Buddha statue in the temple and were somewhat indifferent to the village chief's death. They pointed at the Buddha statue and asked the monk, "Is this you?!"

The young monk just sighed and said, "It is me."

"Were our offerings all eaten by you?"

The monk nodded.

The villagers were immediately furious and shouted, "You ate so many of our offerings, where is the Dharma Wisdom Pure Land you promised us? Hurry up and open the door; we want to go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss to enjoy blessings!"

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The crowd pushed and shoved the young monk, constantly demanding him to open the door in the sky, and several people were still slapping the monk's bald head hard, making a crackling sound.

The monk closed his eyes slightly, neither resisting nor defending himself, letting them push and slap him.

Little Wei Yuan suddenly pulled the young girl and ran toward the village, aiming for the tallest, largest, and sturdiest house in the village: the village chief's house.

Moon Saint was squatting beside the village chief at this moment, watching him take his last breath, and suddenly laughed loudly. As he laughed, his voice had a crying tone, "Lianxin, your stainless treasure body is finally broken!"

He pushed the villagers aside, lifted the monk in front of him, and in front of him, plucked a handful of silver wolf fur from his body and scattered it on the ground, immediately turning into hundreds of silver half-human, half-wolf monsters.

"Your Dharma body is broken, and the Pure Land Buddha Kingdom has cracks. These children of mine are all mortal things, without Dharma power, they can kill these villagers! Once everyone is... hmm?"

Moon Saint then discovered that the two loving teenagers had actually started running away early on, and at this moment, they were almost running into the village chief's house. Moon Saint was quite annoyed by this and immediately pointed at the two, so more than ten wolf monsters rushed into the village and pounced toward the village chief's house.

Only then did Moon Saint continue, "... Once everyone in the village is dead, you will have to start your next reincarnation. Sooner or later..."

At this moment, with a bang, Moon Saint's words were interrupted again.

Only to see a long flame spray out from the door of the village chief's house, and the few wolf monsters that had already rushed in all flew backward, their tendons broken and bones fractured, suffering not light injuries.

Moon Saint's eye corners twitched, he reached out and pointed again, and dozens of wolf monsters rushed into the village again. Only then did he continue to say to the monk, "... Sooner or later, I will pull your Glazed Pure Land world down and make it mine!"

The monk looked at him, sadness and pity flashing in his eyes, and said slowly, "Is this really something you want to say yourself?"

Moon Saint was startled and said, "If I didn't say it, could it be you who said it?"

At this moment, in the village chief's room, the young girl stared blankly at Little Wei Yuan putting away an empty round tube, and then took out a thicker round tube. One end of the round tube had honeycomb-like small holes, and the tip of a flying sword was exposed in each hole. The tips of the flying swords were somewhat white; they were Little Wei Yuan's newest flying swords, White Silk.

Little Wei Yuan said apologetically to the young girl, "That was old stuff just now, a bit rough; this is the latest generation."

Flat square tripods constantly appeared in Little Wei Yuan's hands, inserted into the ground inside the room. After a few pieces, he set up a cover, and then he placed the round tube on the cover, with more than ten flying swords in the tube aimed at the room's door.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

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