Read Weird Life Simulator - Chapter 044 Nirvana Temple

Chapter 044 Nirvana Temple

Wang Yu had wiped out many sects, big and small, in Beizhou.

Those sects love to perform some useless rituals, which are sometimes used as a threshold for joining the religion, and sometimes used to commemorate their gods.

This is probably a bird. What kind of thing uses a bird as a totem?

The branches of the trees formed a canopy, blocking a lot of the falling raindrops.

Climbing in the mountains for a stick of incense time.

They came to a dilapidated temple with broken walls and black scorch marks all around. Not far away stood a Buddha statue with no face. Only a few arms were left, twisted in the posture of holding a lotus.

***

It was a small temple, but despite its small size, it had everything it needed. Now, as time goes by, it still maintains its past appearance.

The courtyard wall that seemed tall when I was young now seems a bit short. The wall that used to be as clean as new now shows stains in the gloomy forest.

The words written on the plaque of the Buddhist temple were covered by the wildly growing branches, and the name could not be seen clearly.

But Master Chengxin grew up here since she was a child, and she couldn't help but stare at the plaque and say, "Nirvana Temple."

She stepped into the temple gate. Everything in the temple was separated from the light of memory and turned into a mottled appearance of time.

The nun still remembers how sleepy she felt when she was studying Buddhist scriptures under the lamp.

The Buddhist scriptures are complicated and difficult to understand, and are simply incomprehensible to a little child.

So she often read until midnight, and her focused gaze would shift from the scriptures on the table to the flowers and trees in front of the window. She would occasionally count the number of leaves on a tree, and occasionally count the number of stones under a tree.

Master Chengxin's steps gradually slowed down, and the Buddhist temple remained the same as before.

The surrounding walls still bear traces of the paintings she made when she was a child.

She could not help but squat down and trace the crooked handwriting: "Wash away the dust of the world, wipe away the greed and anger of the soul, eliminate the four inversions, return the body and mind to tranquility, achieve constant happiness and purity, eliminate suffering, eliminate sins, live forever and be happy, and the soul is immortal."

"Have I ever read this scripture before?"

The scriptures once said.

If the four inversions are eliminated, one can achieve a state of constant happiness, self-purity, and the simplest understanding of "constant happiness, self-purity" is that one will never die, will always feel happy, will always be in control of oneself, and will always have a clear mind.

However, this world is a sea of suffering, and the land of eternal bliss and purity is just an inconspicuous island. "Nirvana" is a means to eliminate the four inversions. Buddhist disciples regard "Nirvana" as a boat to the island, trying to escape from the sea of suffering, reach the other shore, obtain the supreme Dharma, and achieve Mahayana.

Can the sea of suffering be crossed?

It is hard to cross the sea of suffering. It is hard to cross the sea of suffering.

"Junior sister!"

Master Chengxin was suddenly awakened from her own world and could not help but look back while pulling her Buddhist beads.

Her pupils shrank.

An extremely crisp breaking sound suddenly rang out amid the sound of rain.

“Crackle—”

The pink and white Buddhist beads were scattered all over the floor.

There was no one in the Buddhist temple before him except Wang Yu.

She seemed to be lost in strange memories without realizing it.

"Master? What's wrong with you?"

The swordsman looked at her doubtfully, with a complicated expression slowly appearing on his face.

"No problem, just looking at the Buddhist temple reminded me of my childhood."

***

Listening to the nun slowly talking to him about the sutras, Wang Yu once again glanced at the wall that was already covered with cobwebs, and felt a little uneasy. Was the nun sick? What she saw seemed different from what he saw.

He paused, lowered his head and saw a Buddhist bead rolling by his feet.

The Buddhist bead rolled into the rain puddle.

The temple was full of holes, and the rain was dripping from it. The cold wind blew in from the temple entrance, making the two men, whose clothes were already wet, shiver.

The two walked into the Buddhist temple.

Wang Yu was caught off guard by the musty smell in the hall. The dark green fungi clustered in the corners of the temple, climbing all the way to the dilapidated Buddha statue. The empty shell made of mud looked pitiful and terrible. The raging mold had already regarded its body as a water pool and a hotel.

The Buddha statue was missing half of its face and a pair of eyes. Its crooked smile was squeezed by the dark green stains, making it look particularly eerie.

The swordsman couldn't help but hold the sword at his waist.

Pursed her lips.

A gust of cold wind blew up from somewhere, and the biting chill ran up from the soles of my feet up my spine, and my vision suddenly became blurry.

The stench of decay filled my lungs from my nostrils.

Wang Yu could clearly feel his mental trance, and he couldn't help but clench the Jingchun in his hand.

Here it comes again, how many times has it happened? Why is he always poisoned? Why hasn't he developed resistance to this?

But it was too late, he fell into hallucination.

***

Master Chengxin was speechless and stared blankly up at the Buddha statue in the temple.

This is a strange space with a tall Buddha statue inside.

The tall Buddha statue seemed to have life. His flesh and blood made of clay suddenly turned into countless flames. The flames burned the clay and turned it into ashes, and a new Buddha was reborn in the ashes.

He has three heads and six arms, and each of his forms is smiling. That smile is full of relief, peace, and stability, but when put together, it is particularly strange.

The mud-like flesh and blood seemed to be constantly inhaling and exhaling smoke, and the huge smoke with the smell of incense ash suddenly spread out in all directions!

The Buddha statues are rising taller and taller without limit, the Buddhist temples are expanding without limit, and those mottled old marks are disappearing like smoke, leaving only the magnificent temples.

In the eyes of the Buddha statue, countless tiny believers are kneeling devoutly on the cushions, naked and white, as if they have shed the dust and washed away the filth of the world.

Countless whispers fell like endless rain, crackling down.

They shook their bodies gently, and those pink and white bodies were like a sea made of water, rolling in a certain direction.

"My Buddha is merciful, the holy fire purifies the body, and I attain nirvana and reincarnation, and live forever."

The flames burning on the Buddha statues instantly fell like meteors, falling into the waves, and the whispering sounds became deeper and deeper.

The bodies of countless believers were reshaped and reborn under those flames, like a nirvana.

At the foot of the mountain, Danniao Village.

The huge scorching sun tore through the mountains, and the intense light rushed into the mountain village.

Groups of villagers gathered in front of the round house with peaceful smiles on their faces, their skin white and clean.

Sui Niang brought three people with her, and followed carefully with serious faces.

Under the dazzling light, torches were lit one after another, and beneath the burning flames was the villagers' joy after giving up their desires.

In the small window, the baby who had just woken up waved his arms, and a smile appeared on his soft cheeks.

The babies babbled.

Sui Niang suddenly realized.

The house built in this way has more nicknames, perhaps it can be regarded as——

A stove with burning wood.

A coffin for burning corpses.

A furnace of accumulated burning bones.

***

Distant and quiet, silent and soundless.

His eyes passed over the countless swaying waves, over the terrifying flowing fires, and over the cold-blooded young swordsman holding a sword——

It fell on Master Chengxin who had a shocked look on her face!

In an instant.

Something is gushing out in the dark!

"Eternal happiness and purity are the secret recipe for salvation. If all living beings can attain Nirvana, Buddha and humans will merge into one, and there will be no more suffering in the world!"

"I only wish to spend my entire life saving everyone in the world from suffering!"

"The sea of suffering is endless! The sea of suffering is hard to cross! But we must cross it!"

"Get rid of the four inversions! Use Nirvana as a boat for the people of the world to cross the sea of suffering! Always be happy and pure!"

"Junior sister——"

Countless memories instantly filled my brain.

The world was spinning.

"I don't agree! I don't agree!"

"I only see the world wailing! The sea of suffering is endless! I only wish to sacrifice myself as a boat to lift it up! You bunch of madmen! Don't count me in!"

The three heads spun like a whirlwind wheel.

Crying faces, resentful faces, angry faces, and annoyed faces, countless faces flashed by in an instant.

Finally it freezes on the divine image!

The three brothers melted and became Buddhas.

The Buddha smiled and twisted the flower.

He eliminated birth and death, that is, He attained "permanence".

He removed suffering, that is, He attained happiness.

He removes the bondage, that is, He attains the 'I'.

He also needs to remove the last bit of delusion and remove all afflictions, that is, to attain “purity”.

And the eyes that could finally see through three thousand strands of worries were on the face of the junior sister.

Master Chengxin felt an unprecedented absurdity.

The infinitely tall Buddha statue is located in an infinitely wide hall. It is terrifying and strange, and difficult to look directly at.

She couldn't help but murmur: "Have you really reached that point?"

Her eyes were filled with sadness. "Why? I feel that you have never been able to get rid of the 'Four Inversions'? You have never truly achieved Nirvana, but instead have been deeply trapped in paranoia."

The Buddhist temple where I used to play and study has long since changed, leaving only a mess of memories.

The senior brother who had discussed Taoism with her in the past turned into a trick and created a deeper sea of suffering in the name of "eternal happiness, self-purity".

"The sea of suffering is endless. When will you be able to turn back?"

The nun slowly closed her eyes, and a line of tears slid into the folds of her skin and disappeared without a trace.

A huge stream of fire swooped down like a falcon locking onto its prey!

***

Wang Yu suddenly pulled away the cupping jar that was thrown at him.

I looked back at the nun who was shedding tears. She clasped her hands together and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Obviously he was feeling sick again.

He suddenly looked back warily.

Under the curtain of the Buddhist temple, a man walked out from the shadows.

Smoke drifted out of the cauldron and lingered around it.

A golden light fell from somewhere and sprinkled on the head of the person who came.

Three heads, six arms, they are stuck together like a conjoined twin.

Wang Yu clenched his back teeth.

One of the heads turned towards him. The light was too bright and the shadows were hidden under the deep facial features. His mouth muscles were tense and his two thick eyebrows were raised upside down, making him look like an angry Buddha.

His dull eyes moved slightly.

He raised his hands and the Buddhist beads broke.

Those Buddhist beads that seemed to be made of bones suddenly floated in front of Wang Yu.

He whispered something.

Those Buddhist beads seemed to suddenly burst into flames, and the raging flames were reflected in Wang Yu's eyes.

But when I looked again, there was nothing there, even the Buddhist beads were still in the other person's hand.

Strange, is the drug so strong this time? I'm having hallucinations?

Wang Yu could hear his heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

Moreover, this opponent seemed to be different and more powerful than any previous ones.

He looked into those lightless eyes and could only see emptiness, nothing.

Wang Yu couldn't even guess what he was going to do.

"call out--"

A Buddhist bead suddenly shot out like an arrow from a bow.

It collided with the swung sword, brushed past it, and was knocked in another direction, plowing into a beam and leaving a deep scratch.

Both sides were silent for a moment.

Several Buddhist beads blasted out like cannonballs!

A drop of sweat broke out on Wang Yu's forehead.

The Jingchun sword came out, continuously knocking the Buddhist beads away.

But the Buddhist beads continued to come.

In a hurry, Wang Yu turned around and pushed the nun away.

He soared into the air, holding the sword behind his back, and the blade instantly deflected several deadly beads.

Suddenly, Wang Yu's eyebrows trembled.

In his eyes, a Buddhist bead grew from small to large and came towards him!

It was too late. He was now in mid-air and could no longer adjust his posture to strike back.

He tensed his waist and abdomen, exerted force quickly, and tried his best to turn his head away.

“——”

There was a long buzzing in the ears.

The Buddhist beads brushed against his cheek, and the broken air waves hit the side of his head.

The long and narrow wound slowly opened, revealing the bright red flesh inside, and blood slid down Wang Yu's face.

Wang Yu reached out and wiped the blood off his cheek. His heart sank suddenly. The wound was too deep.

Just a little bit more and the Buddhist bead would penetrate his brain stem and pierce his entire skull!

How could it be possible? How could he predict that he would do this move, and predict it so accurately?

There are obviously other directions to dodge, how can he be sure that he should turn his head that way?

The three men on the opposite side obviously didn't care about the mistake just now, and they looked calmly at Wang Yu who was slowly standing up.

He had several strings of Buddhist beads hanging on each of his heads.

Buddhist beads seemed to have everything for him.

“…”

Wang Yu lowered his eyes slightly and thought.

He couldn't continue to defend. If he continued like this, the three men on the opposite side would sooner or later drain his strength.

Those Buddhist beads did not seem fast in his eyes, but they always appeared exactly where they should be.

Why? Could it be that the opponent can read my mind?

You can't be guessing his evasive method based on his previous thinking patterns, right?

This guess is unreasonable, but anything is possible in the world.

Based on the previous battle situation, his guess was almost correct.

The prediction of a Buddhist bead is nothing, Wang Yu can dodge it.

But the number of Buddhist beads shot at him is increasing. If he continues to deal with him, the Buddhist beads will fall from the sky like a rainstorm. Even if a god comes, it will be difficult to escape safely.

If he continues like this, it will be too passive and he must take action.

Intuition reminded Wang Yu that perhaps he shouldn't think so much.

Wang Yu tried to leave the right to dodge to his body's instinct, allowing his brain and mind to empty to a certain extent, and only input the last command.

The swordsman's face gradually became calm and peaceful.

He raised his eyes and saw the three men opposite him had angry looks on their faces, which looked particularly ferocious under the light.

Jingchun made a crisp sound of the sword in his hand.

“Ding Dong——”

Wang Yu touched the ground with his toes and dived out suddenly.

Twenty meters.

The Buddhist beads easily pierced through one of Wang Yu's arms.

He dragged his arm and suddenly slid lightly, avoiding several Buddhist beads with incredible flexibility.

Buddha's beads' attack slowed down slightly, apparently failing to anticipate this situation in time.

Ten meters.

The Buddhist beads suddenly took away the flesh on Wang Yu's waist.

He took advantage of the situation and turned around, avoiding several Buddhist beads that flew through the air.

Taking advantage of the opponent's adjustment period, he suddenly dived forward.

Five meters!

The three-headed man was too late to stop him, and the last Buddhist beads were unable to resist the approaching swordsman!

Three meters!

Two meters!

Deep inside the angry face of the three-headed man was emptiness.

The swordsman exhaled softly: "Hoo——"

The strong and thin waist suddenly drives the arms.

The intense tinnitus mixed with the sound of the sword blade cutting through the air!

A flash of cold sword light flashed across——

Wude.

The three heads suddenly started spinning!

Crying face, resentful face, angry face, the three faces are like a lucky roulette wheel.

Time suddenly stopped.

The sound of a temple bell suddenly rang!

A face that seemed to be about to cry, but neither frowned nor frowned, suddenly froze!

Countless crying faces superimposed on that face, creating a terrifying and weird appearance.

The suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death, and the sorrow of separation between the Yin and Yang.

In the end, they all converge into the despair of life and death.

Countless souls cried on that face, lamenting the brevity of life.

The crying face suddenly enlarged in front of Wang Yu, opening its huge mouth as if trying to bite off Wang Yu's life.

Wang Yu frowned and increased the strength in his hands——

"bite--"

Even Jingchun was slightly shaken, as if he had encountered a huge obstacle. The famous sword that could cut through iron like mud did not even leave any scars on his body.

Wang Yu stepped back and took a few steps to avoid being hit hard by the opponent's palm.

In addition to Buddhist beads and hidden weapons, did this guy also practice the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt?

Wang Yu grinned secretly.

It's quite hard.

He adjusted his grip on the sword.

See this scene.

The Buddha's crying face showed a hint of pride, as if it was because the swordsman had been pierced by so many blows from the Buddhist beads, bleeding profusely, but to no avail.

“Pah—”

Suddenly, the sound of Buddhist beads falling to the ground was heard in the silent hall.

Even the Buddha would be stunned. The three heads lowered one by one, and saw that the Buddhist beads on the string had suddenly broken off the string like a rain curtain, and were falling down from the string continuously, rolling away along the hem of the monk's robe.

The Buddha subconsciously reached out and tried to catch the slipping Buddhist beads.

But accompanied by a few slight cracking sounds, the faster he grabbed, the faster the beads fell. With the three-faced Buddha as the center, beads of all sizes rolled to the ground and completely away from him.

When he opened his palm, only two Buddhist beads were left in it.

The young man instantly revealed a happy and complacent smile upon seeing this.

Blood oozes from his waist and abdomen, but what does it matter?

His goal had been achieved. He had disarmed most of the enemy's weapons and broke the deadlock.

And for the swordsman, the best defense is offense! Next is his turn!

Wang Yu's excited and wild-animal-like eyes fell on the three-faced Buddha.