I felt inexplicably strange when I saw this scene. My experience now seems very similar to what happened to Zhang Wuji in the novel I read.
They spent such a huge amount of money just to put on a show for me.
Despite the so-called huge price paid by Osu Kannon Temple, no one in the temple died, and the whole thing was just a play performed in Kyoto.
Alas, I was quite moved at first and really wanted to keep the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. I never thought that there were so many complexities in it.
I think we should really calm down. When we pay respect to others, we must have something to ask for, and what we are asking for at Daxu Guanyin Temple is the method of spiritual practice.
What they did was really outrageous. They actually spent five years getting so many people from the temple to act with them. Many people who were close to the level of martial arts saints co-starred in the play. It was really unbelievable.
I just can’t understand why the inheritance of the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is so important?
Perhaps they are seeking the method to break through and become a martial saint among men?
I'm not quite sure, I don't quite understand, but I know that I can't leave this method to them.
The reason why Master Jianzhen left such a last word was probably because he had been deeply deceived back then?
The group of people in Jiujiang County also very much desire the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra. They are the same. Is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra really that important to this world and to the Land of the Rising Sun?
I had many questions in my mind, but it was destined to be difficult to get answers from them.
I listened to the general situation outside the door and prepared to leave. There were people close to the level of Martial Saint in the temple. Even though my skills in hiding my form were quite good, I didn't dare to have too much confidence in front of several people close to the level of No Saint.
Well, before I could even run, someone was already blocking the door.
He is a young man carrying a long sword that is unique to the Land of the Rising Sun and is modified from a Tang sword.
He glanced around, then fixed his eyes on me. He spoke loudly to the temple, "It seems this drama doesn't need to continue. I've been tired of it for a long time, and now there's nothing I can do about it if you don't get tired of it."
I was discovered.
At this moment, the feeling of being spied on reached its peak.
Ever since I came to the Land of the Beginning of the Sun and became powerful, I have always felt that there was a powerful intention from the direction of Kyoto watching me. Now, this feeling has become a reality.
Well, the reason why I am still thinking about other things at the most critical moment is because there is no way to struggle at such a moment.
There are many people close to the level of Martial Saint present at the same time, as well as several top masters. Even if my magical skills are against the sky, it is futile to escape from here, and I can't even take anyone away.
Anyone who has been able to cultivate martial arts to such a level and come here must have a top-notch inheritance.
In other words, even if it is not top-notch, the martial arts he created out of thin air can be called top-notch because he was able to practice to this level.
I get up, I lie down, what is there to say.
I seemed to be back in the base in Jiujiang County.
Zhou Wei and a lot of people are interested in my martial arts. A lot of people want to get the complete inheritance of the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva from me, and want to get relevant information from the relics of Monk Jianzhen.
Well, I was caught at Osu Kannon Temple.
It’s not the place where I have stayed for more than five years, but another one, the location of the real Osu Kannon Temple.
The real Dasu Guanyin Temple was extremely prosperous, even the stairs were paved with the bones of monsters, and the entire temple was decorated with withered beams and painted buildings.
The interior floors are made of a strange kind of divine gold, sparkling with golden brilliance.
As for the various prayer flags, they are all made from the fur of the so-called gods in this area and are extremely luxurious.
There was an endless stream of people coming here to burn incense and worship Buddha, forming a continuous row, and there were countless dignitaries. I only took one look and was sure that this should be the real Dasu Guanyin Temple.
There was also a special young monk who introduced to me that the area within a radius of hundreds of miles with Dasu Guanyin Temple as the center belongs to the scope of Dasu Guanyin Temple.
As for the fact that they personally reclaimed wasteland and cultivated the land together with the many pilgrims under their rule to support themselves, well, that was entirely for me to see, because someone specifically studied my temperament and personality and felt that I would be more susceptible to that kind of thing.
In fact, in Osu Kannon Temple, even young monks do not need to do complicated labor, so there are naturally tenants who do these rough and miscellaneous jobs.
Well, the fine traditions of Buddhism are the same everywhere. It is like this in Daxia and it is also like this in this world.
I shook my head and said nothing, not wanting to talk.
I thought the abbot of Osu Kannon Temple and related personnel still had some dignity and would not torture me. After all, they were willing to play along with me for five years, and the gestures and movements were quite sufficient. I didn't expect that I was just overthinking it.
The day after I was taken to Dasu Kannon Temple, many abbots, elders and other figures chanted inexplicable Buddhist mantras to force me to convert.
I am not very familiar with the esoteric Buddhist scriptures and can hardly distinguish them, but using Buddhist scriptures to pass on the inheritance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, well, I can only say that it is very creative.
What was more creative came later. Seeing that I was indifferent, the people in the temple tried many Buddhist methods, but to no avail.
More than a month later, a stunningly beautiful woman was invited to the temple. But from my special martial arts perspective, she was not a woman at all, but a fox with a pure white body and nine tails behind her.
Moreover, this fox was filled with demonic energy, and it was obvious that he was not practicing the right way.
It's a funny world with monks and demons mixed together.
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