To put it bluntly, they only dare to offend moral people.
As the villagers had predicted, Master Huiyuan did not put up any resistance when they threw stones and broken objects at him.
Instead, they were willing to help those infants pass on to the afterlife.
What's the point of performing a ritual to help someone who's already dead?
"You thieving monk! We were even planning to come and burn incense here every day! We never expected you to be a ruthless monk who takes lives! Today we're going to smash up your dilapidated temple!"
Enraged, the crowd stopped throwing things at Master Huiyuan from a distance and instead picked up their weapons to strike the heinous monk on the head.
Sticks, knives, axes, hammers—the tools they used became increasingly excessive.
But these mundane things obviously could not harm Master Huiyuan's life.
He neither resisted nor offered an explanation.
The more ignorant the masses are, the more absolute their beliefs become.
The logic simply doesn't hold water.
Unable to kill Huiyuan, these villagers harbored wicked intentions towards the temple.
The first person to smash the Buddha statue still had some hesitation in his heart.
The second person who smashed the Buddha statue already thought of himself as a hero.
As the Buddha statue shattered, they seemed possessed, wreaking havoc on the temple.
Until the ruins completely buried Master Huiyuan's body.
The villagers left satisfied.
A small number of people looked back with lingering fear, feeling a pang of pity.
But their strength was too weak to make the slightest ripple among the mob.
They dare not.
Because once their voices are heard, they will be considered accomplices of Master Huiyuan.
They will be treated the same way.
The villagers have no way of knowing how Master Huiyuan passed away.
In any case, simply burying it won't do.
Later, when some villagers went up the mountain to cut firewood, they saw golden light shimmering in the ruins of the temple.
He thought there was some kind of treasure, but he was blinded by its brilliance as soon as he got close.
The villagers who came after hearing the news also fell victim to the same thing, and had no choice but to seek help from a major local sect.
When the major sects couldn't resolve the issue, they turned to the Immortal Venerable's Mansion for help.
When Xilouyue arrived, he put away the relic in the blink of an eye.
The relic is of exceptionally pure quality, proving that Master Huiyuan's Buddhist heart was of utmost purity and goodness.
His relics were buried in a pile of ruins, and they even injured people.
Relics have no consciousness, but they do not harm innocent people.
That means those who are blind are not innocent.
The villagers, seeing how easily Xilouyue had resolved their great calamity, exclaimed that she was a god.
Xi Louyue sneered: "I dare not be your god, otherwise I will be the next one to be buried."
The villagers looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound.
One of the bolder ones couldn't help but speak up: "Immortal, please go all the way! Please help these people whose eyes have been injured recover. How will they live if they can't see?"
Xi Louyue shook her head: "I'm not a god, much less a good person. Your calling me a good person disgusts me, so I have to teach you a lesson. Zhuiyun! Bite him!"
The howling dog appeared in response, pounced on the man, and bit the villager's hand.
The villager screamed in pain, begging for mercy.
Some of the more timid villagers tried to escape, but were driven back by a slap from Xi Louyue.
The rest of them, seeing this, didn't dare to move and could only kneel trembling and beg for mercy.
They simply couldn't understand how the people who had helped them just a moment ago could suddenly turn into vicious villains.
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