In a brightly lit hall, a figure that looked like a mountain of flesh was sitting cross-legged under a Buddha statue, gulping down wine and meat.
His mouth was dripping with oil, but he did not notice that there were many ghost-like creatures gathering not far from Buddha Mountain.
There were many monks in Buddha Mountain, and the sound of chanting could be heard in every corner of the temple.
After Jin Xin was full, he patted his bulging belly and burped. Then, he got up from the ground and prepared to head to the Clear Heart Hall to recite scriptures every day.
Ever since Jin Xin had met the young master with the surname Xu in Mu City, it was as if a door had been opened to Jin Xin. His search for wine and meat had become an essential daily homework.
When the elders of the temple found him, they found Jin Xin sleeping soundly in a wine jar. He had drunk so much that he was unconscious. The furious elders brought him back to Buddha Mountain and ordered him not to leave the mountain for three years.
However, this alone was not enough to completely curb the fatty's desire for good food. In the future, many believers would come to Buddha Mountain to burn incense. Although Jin Xin was not considered outstanding in terms of cultivation, he did have his own unique understanding of Buddhism. As time passed, the believers came into contact with him and realized that he was a person with wisdom. Naturally, they would try their best to befriend him.
After both parties became familiar with each other, Jin Xin would intentionally or unintentionally recite a famous saying that he regarded as a standard when it came to interpreting the lots for the devotees to hear.
"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha remembers them in his heart. If you ask me that, I will not be crazy. " These lucky people were also smart people. They could naturally understand the meaning behind Jin Xin's words. Often, the next time they went up the mountain, they would secretly give Jin Xin some meat, making him extremely happy.
At this moment, the monks were sitting cross-legged in the crowded Clear Heart Hall, chanting the Emperor's Original Wishes. They hoped to borrow the mighty power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to help all the people who had died on the battlefield in the past few days.
These monks were all very devout believers. As they chanted the scriptures in unison, they naturally had a different kind of aura. If someone who was well-versed in the Buddhist Dharma were to look at Buddha Mountain from afar, they would discover that countless swastikas emerged from the monks' mouths and floated to various parts of the continent.
At this moment, the people of the Netherworld Palace, who were lying in ambush at the foot of the Buddha Mountain, finally made their move. They split into several small teams and slowly made their way up the mountain through various narrow paths, starting a silent massacre.
The reason why the Netherworld Palace chose Buddha Mountain was simple. Although these bald donkeys didn't seem to be powerful, their beliefs were firm, and they were the pinnacle existences among the various forces. Furthermore, with their participation in the battlefield, they would often be able to redeem the corpses, causing the Netherworld Palace to be unable to borrow any power from the corpses. Thus, they naturally became a thorn in the Netherworld Palace's eyes, and they couldn't wait to get rid of them.
After a series of secret planning, everyone thought that the Netherworld Palace had to rest temporarily because they had lost a certain amount of strength in the battlefield. However, no one could have imagined that it was just a smokescreen. They wanted to make the people on the continent relax so that they could launch a surprise attack on Buddha Mountain and catch them off guard. Only in this way, the major forces that were helping each other would not be able to react in time and give the Netherworld Palace a chance to uproot Buddha Mountain.
Many figures shrouded in black fog took out shining knives from their pockets and sneaked into the temple, heading towards a place where there were fewer people.
"Argh …!"
Suddenly, miserable shrieks resounded in the temple. Many ordinary monks who weren't qualified to enter the Enlightened Heart Hall fell under the Netherworld Palace's butcher's knife before they could even start their lives in pursuit of Buddhism.
As time passed, the monks in the Enlightened Heart Hall also felt that something was amiss. However, they couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment, since it was the most crucial moment in their pursuit of Buddhism. If they were to be interrupted, not only would it cause all their previous efforts to be in vain, but they would also suffer a certain amount of backlash. Thus, even though they were anxious, they could only suppress the urge to go out and continue chanting.
"Bald donkeys inside, listen up! Right now, you are the only ones left in the entire Buddha Mountain. We have already killed all the others. If you have the guts, hurry up and come out. If you do, I will give you a quick and painless death!" Outside the Enlightened Heart Hall, a leader of the Netherworld Palace placed his hands on his waist as he looked at the golden Enlightened Heart Hall with a trace of fear in his eyes.
However, who could answer them at this moment?
Even the abbot and the Scripture Preaching Master couldn't be distracted at this moment. No one expected the Netherworld Palace to launch such a sudden attack.
Jin Xin had never been willing to participate in such a routine ritual like chanting scriptures. Even when he came here unwillingly, he would only pretend to open his mouth, but in reality, he was fantasizing about which girl at the foot of the mountain. His chest had become fuller again.
It was precisely because he didn't attend to his proper duties that he became the only person in the hall who could act on his own.
Jin Xin was infuriated when he heard the arrogant words outside. He had always loved the peaceful life in Buddha Mountain. His family had been ruined since he was young. If it wasn't for the Scripture Preaching Master who brought him back from outside the Jing Province City, he would probably still be a merchant who reeked of money.
Just when he was about to stand up, he realized that the Buddhist Dharma was about to end. Hence, he endured it. Otherwise, he would definitely alarm the monks in the surroundings and cause them to suffer a backlash, which would be an extremely bad thing.
However, the leader of the Netherworld Palace, who hadn't received a reply for a long time, felt frustrated at this moment. Staying in a place where the Buddhist Dharma was flourishing had an innate pressure on them, which made them unhappy.
"Since they're willing to hide in there like cowards, then listen to my command. Set the fire!"
Following the command, the fire arrows in the hands of the people of the Netherworld Palace shot towards the Enlightened Heart Hall.
The flames gradually rose, and the temperature in the hall also began to rise rapidly. Bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down the faces of the monks. However, even at the critical moment of life and death, not a single one of the monks stood up.
Too many living beings had passed away in the past few days. If they couldn't release their souls from purgatory, it wouldn't take long for the Spiritual Energy in the world to recede. Furthermore, the resentment of the dead would slowly spread to every corner of the continent, causing the hearts of ordinary people to be filled with inner demons. This was extremely disadvantageous to the stability of the continent.
That was why the Enlightened Heart Hall was being spread.
Originally, this news was extremely secretive, and only a few top forces knew about it. However, the Netherworld Palace somehow found out about it and rushed over through the night. They were prepared to wipe out Buddha Mountain at this moment.
The raging fire gradually burned the entire hall. The monks were in the middle of the sea of fire. Their robes had already been completely burned, and even their skin had suffered serious burns.
However, the monks still kept their eyes tightly shut. Their lips were moving as they persisted in chanting the scriptures.
At the very front of the crowd of monks was an old monk in a golden kasaya. His eyebrows drooped down to the ground, and he had a serene expression. It was as if the surrounding fire was the warmest embrace for him.
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