Chapter 266: Age of Dharma Decline (Part 5)

"Lianxin, what does it feel like to watch these people die in front of you? I haven't killed a single person; they all did it themselves," Moon Saint said.

At this moment, more than half of the villagers had already died under Moon Saint's various instructions, and only four or five were still alive. Except for Sankui, who was unscathed, the rest of the villagers had their legs and left hands broken, but their right hands were left for them so they could hold kitchen knives to hack at each other. Everyone now had a kitchen knife in their hands, which were also distributed by Moon Saint.

The knives were originally owned by each household in the village, and Moon Saint didn't use his own sword.

The Buddha statue was pitch black all over, with cracks covering its entire body, and a crack on its head almost split the entire Buddha head into two. At this moment, blood was flowing from the Buddha statue's eyes, and the young monk outside was already somewhat unable to stand steady.

By this time, the few villagers who had survived the disaster finally discovered something and shouted, "The more of us die, the more he can hurt us; actually, the demon king can't kill us! As long as we don't kill each other, the Dharma master will find a way to protect us!"

Moon Saint was somewhat surprised and smiled, "To be able to think of this point, you are still quite smart. Sankui, go and kill them."

Sankui was somewhat dazed and shook his head.

"Why, don't you want to be the village chief anymore?" Moon Saint asked.

"If everyone is killed, who am I going to be the village chief for?" Sankui said self-mockingly.

"Finally, you have a bit of Buddha nature, but unfortunately, it's too late! Also, you are not as useful as you think. Execute him!" Moon Saint waved his hand, and a warrior drew his sword and stabbed fiercely into Sankui's back, the tip of the sword protruding from his chest.

Sankui looked down at the blade in astonishment, unable to understand for a moment how he could die? Could it be that he was really just as Moon Saint said, actually of no use?

Moon Saint's face was full of mockery, saying, "When you killed my only son, you had Buddha in your heart; when you lied to escape punishment and didn't say that you actually saw my son turn back into human form, you also had Buddha in your heart at that time; even when you killed your own wife, you still had Buddha in your heart. After all, putting down the butcher's knife, one can become a Buddha on the spot! But you cursed the monk, and you lost your Buddha nature, and the Buddha Kingdom no longer protects you. Such Buddha Dharma, didn't expect it, right?"

Sankui's eyes widened, and until he died, he didn't know where he had gone wrong. Even if he was wrong, he wouldn't admit it.

With Sankui dead, the few remaining villagers panicked. They discovered that unknowingly, the warriors could also take action to kill!

Moon Saint just glanced at them and said, "Do it yourselves, hack everyone else to death, and only the one who remains can live."

The few villagers looked at each other and suddenly swung their kitchen knives at the people beside them. One person held a knife but didn't want to hack down, and then he was the first to be hacked to death.

At this moment, the young monk could no longer stand, fell to the ground, and lowered his head, just like the Buddha statue in the temple.

Moon Saint sat cross-legged in front of him; otherwise, it would be really difficult to talk.

He reached out and lifted the monk's face, carefully examining that young and calm face, and suddenly sighed.

"You, as long as you are willing to turn around, there will always be a lotus seat for you in front of the Buddha, and there will always be a large empty space on Ling Shan waiting for you to set up a golden body. Why are you unwilling? Look at me, I had to serve as a mount for many years before I got an opportunity to add oil and light a lamp at the foot of Ling Shan."

The young monk finally opened his eyes and said, "If I turned around, that lotus seat would no longer be mine."

Moon Saint was startled, thought seriously for a while, and said, "That can't be, right?"

The monk sighed, "You have served as a mount for so long, how many times have you lit the lamp?"

Moon Saint was silent, and after a moment said, "I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, coming to pull you back."

The monk sighed, "You know it's impossible for me to turn back, and they also know I won't turn back. But they still sent you, and you still came."

Moon Saint said, "I just don't understand, why do you still guard these few people? What is so good about them? Each one is ignorant and selfish, and after so many years, there are not even a few who are willing to learn to read. You read scriptures every day; do they know what you are saying? You have influenced them for thousands of years, but only opened a small gap, and they were all utilized by me, turning around to break your golden body. Is it worth it?"

The monk shook his head and said, "You don't understand."

Moon Saint was somewhat frantic and roared, "You only know how to say this one sentence! Fine, even if you want to save people, there are billions and billions of people outside waiting for you to save them. Why don't you go and influence them, instead of guarding these few dozen people?" The monk finally said, "In my heart, billions of people and a few dozen people are no different. If you think about whether saving billions of people or saving a few dozen people is more important, you have already put a price on everyone, and the sentient beings in your heart are no longer equal. Although these few dozen people are few, they are like a lamp in front of the Buddha. Even if the Age of Dharma Decline descends and the Pure Land becomes empty, as long as there is this lamp, there is still the final hope."

"Bullshit hope! These few dozen people drag you into constant reincarnation, and every time you reincarnate, your fruit position and true spirit will be worn away a little. With the fruit position you had back then, how many more reincarnations can you support now? Besides, look around you, where is there any light?"

The monk looked around, but his eyes were bleeding, and he couldn't see anything at all.

"There really is no light." The monk sighed, and a crystal-clear light lit up between his eyebrows. "The Buddha lamp is extinguished, then I will burn myself, and I can still add a little light to this boundless hell."

"What's the use of that? It's just being able to illuminate for a moment. You just live for this moment?"

"I just live for this moment."

Moon Saint slowly wiped away the blood flowing from the monk's eyes, but the more he wiped, the more it flowed. He suddenly turned his head and shouted sternly, "Go! Kill everyone, let the Age of Dharma Decline descend!"

The wolf monsters scattered to various places, and the warriors saluted the monk and began to search.

The villagers didn't run fast, and many didn't run far, hiding nearby and secretly watching to see if the Dharma master could still turn the tide. The wolf monsters had keen senses of smell and soon found the hiding villagers one by one, mercilessly biting open their throats, and they couldn't die for a while, only able to moan constantly.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was busy on the back mountain, sending the young girl to observe the movements in the village. He was busy for a while, suddenly couldn't hear the young girl's movements, walked over to look, and saw the young girl lying on the rock, leaning out and looking at the village, tears rolling down. She covered her mouth tightly, not letting herself cry out.

Wei Yuan also leaned out and took a look; from here, he could see the entire small village. After looking, Wei Yuan said, "Oh, the monk is going to die."

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The young girl glared at Wei Yuan and said, "How can you say that!"

"No matter how I say it, he is going to die." Wei Yuan continued to be busy, his hands moving like flying, completely unaffected.

The young girl suddenly grabbed Wei Yuan and said firmly, "We have to go and save the Dharma master!"

"Not going." Wei Yuan shook her off.

The young girl said angrily, "Then I'll go myself!"

"Oh." Wei Yuan continued to be busy, his hands moving like flying.

The young girl ran two steps down the mountain, saw the blood flowing all over the ground in front of the temple, and her legs felt a bit weak. She ran back and said to Wei Yuan, "The Dharma master treated us so well, we have to go and save him together."

Wei Yuan said indifferently, "What, finally know you're going to your death?"

The young girl stomped her feet and said, "You, how can you be like this!"

Wei Yuan buried his head in assembling a very complex thing, didn't even look up and said, "If you're not smart and can't fight, you have to learn to shut up and listen. Did the Dharma master treat you too well in the past, so it gave you a feeling that no matter what you want to do, others have to satisfy you?"

"No, it's not like that..." The young girl recalled the past and suddenly felt a bit guilty.

"I am not the Dharma master; now I only think about how to survive. Bringing you along is already a burden; if you insist on going to your death, then go yourself."

The young girl didn't know what to say for a moment. Although the Stone of the past often quarreled with her, saying she was bloated and ugly, he was never as cold as he was today.

Wei Yuan finally assembled the thing in his hand, checked it carefully, and then looked down the mountain.

Looking at the monk who closed his eyes and lowered his head, Wei Yuan also sighed lightly and said, "The Dharma master is a lamp in front of the Buddha, wanting to illuminate sentient beings. But he might not know that even the biggest sun cannot illuminate a crow."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 267 =====