The young monk suddenly realized something, and his gaze toward the abbot was filled with shock. Only now did he understand the abbot's good intentions: to save more people, he was willing to bear the infamy.
"Alas!" He suddenly sighed, "Abbot, you are merciful, but it is a pity that benefactor Fang Xiu does not understand and still wants to lead people to attack Mount Ling. Abbot, when benefactor Fang arrives, I will go and persuade him."
The abbot shook his head and pointed down the mountain. Their gazes seemed to penetrate the towering peaks and reach the thousands of believers below.
"What can we learn from this?"
The young monk was silent for a moment before saying, "These people are not so much worshipping Buddha, but rather worshipping their own desires."
The abbot smiled slightly: "If they don't worship their own desires, then we should worship them. Because at that time they are Buddhas."
Observe them carefully.
The abbot pointed to the thousands of believers and slowly explained, "They seek marriage in ascetic temples and ask monks about life, which they never leave their homes. What do you think of them?"
"Ignorance? Folly?" the young monk asked tentatively.
The abbot nodded in satisfaction: "People are all foolish, and they only believe what they want to believe. For example, benefactor Fang Xiu, in his eyes, he will only think that I am a robber who stole the Xuanyuan Sword, so no matter how you try to persuade me, it will be useless."
"Is taking action the only option?"
“Amitabha! A Buddha not only needs the heart of a Bodhisattva, but also the methods of a Vajra. If you want others to listen to you preach the Dharma, you must first subdue them so that they can listen to you calmly and peacefully before you can preach the sutra.”
The young monk suddenly understood and respectfully performed a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha! This disciple understands."
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After nightfall.
Platform 18 of the high-speed rail station in Chengbei District, Beijing.
Platform 18 was completely deserted at this time, and the area was cordoned off and designated as a restricted zone by the authorities.
This place has been completely controlled by Fang Xiu. After all, there is a passage connecting to the burial ground here, and with his current power, it would be easy for him to block off a platform.
Before long, a shadow appeared out of nowhere on the platform, which had been empty and seemed like an eerie place. As the shadow slowly dissipated, more than twenty figures were revealed.
These people were all dressed in black uniforms, each wearing a playing card mask, and exuding an eerie aura that made people feel inexplicably uneasy.
The three leaders were none other than the Ace of Spades, who could control shadows; the Ace of Clubs, who was drinking wildly at the table; and the Ace of Hearts, who seemed to be behaving erratically.
The Ace of Hearts' domain is an upside-down world. In his domain, everything is upside down. Perhaps due to the influence of the domain or the bizarre, his personality and behavior are all erratic. For example, he usually walks backwards.
Yes, he was the one who laughed heartily when he heard about the countless deaths and injuries of his teammates during the headquarters battle; he survived by using his brains.
"Ace of Spades, where is the adult you mentioned? We've been waiting for three hours already. Are you trying to trick us?" Ace of Hearts said with a hostile expression.
Ace of Spades immediately flew into a rage, pointing forcefully at the Joker mask on his face: "How many times have I told you, call me Joker!"
Clubs Ace, holding the table in one hand, put his other arm around Spade Ace's shoulder: "Hiccup! Little Blackie, you can't call him Joker, the last Joker died a horrible death."
The Ace of Spades trembled with rage; his fury was palpable even through the mask. He slapped away the Ace of Clubs' hand and roared, "The last Joker died because he didn't have that lord's support. Now that I am highly regarded by that lord, how can that kind of trash be compared to me?"
"Who exactly is that person? You've refused to reveal any information, only saying that he can represent the Dean to some extent, but he's never shown his face. Could it be that you're just making things up?" The suspicion in Ace of Hearts' eyes grew stronger.
"Hmph!" Ace of Spades sneered, "Who is that person? Do you even deserve to know?"
The Ace of Hearts was not afraid at all, but instead sneered: "You have been using this excuse for half a year. Now half a year has passed and there is not a trace of him. Today you tricked us into coming here and we have been waiting for three hours. It is almost dawn. In a while, are you going to say that the master has something to do and can't come?"
"Whoever wants to wait can wait, I'm leaving."
Just as he was about to leave, a calm voice sounded behind him.
"Anyone who leaves without my orders shall die."
The pupils of the Ace of Hearts suddenly contracted as he heard the voice so close behind him, his mind reeling!
when! ?
"My lord! You've arrived!" the Ace of Spades's enthusiastic voice rang out.
Without thinking much, Ace of Hearts instinctively tried to leave the spot, but just as he was about to act, he was horrified to discover that all his spiritual energy was restricted, including his physical body; he couldn't even move a single finger.
How is that possible?!
Tap tap tap........
Fang Xiu slowly emerged from behind the Ace of Hearts, his handsome and calm face coming into view.
Upon seeing Fang Xiu, everyone present except for the Ace of Spades showed expressions of shock!
"The prophet Fang Xiu!!"
"How could it be you!"
Click!
The Ace of Clubs was so startled that he dropped his bottle and shattered it on the ground.
"Ace of Spades! You actually betrayed the organization! You teamed up with the Investigation Bureau headquarters to lure us here, hoping to wipe us all out!" Ace of Hearts' eyebrows twitched wildly, veins bulging on his face, as he desperately tried to break free from his restraints.
However, all efforts were in vain. The power emanating from the Heart of Forbidden Demons, even if it was only a small part, was by no means something a mere fourth-tier cultivator could withstand.
Fang Xiu calmly observed the chaotic poker hand arrangement; things were very different now!
In the past, when facing the AK of Spades, the difference in strength was like heaven and earth. He could only use tricks to deceive them into kneeling and kowtowing. Now, he can use his strength to make them kneel and kowtow. To them, there may be no difference, as they are all kneeling and kowtowing. But to Fang Xiu, this represents a change in strength.
As for the poker organization, it is an unimaginable behemoth, capable of destroying its headquarters.
But today, such organizations have been abandoned by the times; some have died, some have fled, leaving only a handful of survivors.
"I did not betray the organization. Sir, you were an undercover agent in headquarters, and now you have completely taken control of it!" Ace of Spades explained to everyone.
However, the poker organization didn't believe it at all; after all, they weren't as brainless as the Ace of Spades.
A look of disbelief crossed their faces.
Even the drunk Ace of Clubs stared wide-eyed in astonishment, saying, "Little Blackie, do you want to hear what you're saying? Chief Fang from headquarters is an undercover agent for Poker?? What kind of undercover agent can become the boss?"
"Hmph! Your abilities are beyond your comprehension." The Ace of Spades looked every bit the die-hard fan of Fang Xiu.
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