I'm starting a mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 125 Taking turns to sit on the Buddha's seat
Listening to the screams, Mo Gui couldn't help but ask himself, am I a little perverted?

I actually find this scream pleasant to the ears. It really is, really nice to hear!
The scream was so gentle and sad, touching, and every tone came from the heart. Such a scream should certainly be pleasant to hear!

Yes, that’s right, I’m not abnormal, I’m very normal!
"Well, I'm craving steak again. Let's go get a whole roasted cow."

"Young man, it's time for you to leave."

Elder Pugati felt that the swindler Mogui was extraordinary and heroic, not like an ordinary person, but it was a pity that he was a swindler. Now that he is dead, there is no possibility for him to inherit the property. If he doesn't leave at this time, does he still want to make a living?

He was right, Mo Gui just wanted to make a living.

"Old monk, although I am not the nephew of that playful tyrant, I have come from afar. You should not deny me the right to eat before I leave."

"They are already dead. There is no host for their funeral, and no banquet for you to eat."

"Old monk, please don't lie to me. I really want to eat steak now. How about you be kind and get me a piece of steak? I'll eat it and leave."

Still want to eat beef? If he were a few decades younger, Pujati would have fought with this guy who disrespected the sacred cow, but now he is no longer young and vigorous. His profound knowledge and life experience make him calm and not angry.

He was not angry, but the young people around him were angry. The people holding the hoe and sickle were not just for decoration. It was just that Pugati was highly respected, so they did not take direct action.

"I don't have any beef, but I do grow some fruits and vegetables in my hermitage. If you don't mind, you can take them with you to eat on the road."

Mo Gui smiled. This old monk was different from the masters in the city. Although he didn't give him beef, he was still willing to give him some guarantees so that he could leave safely.

Unlike those people in the city, when they say they want to eat beef, it’s like they’re eating their father.

"Old monk, I said I would save them, so of course I will save them. Your fruits will be a thank you gift after I save them."

Save? How do you save them? They have been burned to carbon. How do you save them? Turn them into diamonds?

"I won't turn them into diamonds. It would be a shame to turn beautiful women into diamonds."

Mo Gui had previously disguised himself as a mortal and had not pried into other people’s hearts, but now that he wanted to show off, he naturally had to do so without hiding his own supernatural powers.

The cinnabar on the forehead shone brightly and transformed into a mysterious and complex Sanskrit script. Although it was just a glance, Pujati, who was proficient in Sanskrit, still clearly recognized the meaning of the Sanskrit script.

“No obstacles, no hindrances, nothing blocking you.”

With a handsome turn, the villagers who had surrounded him with ill intentions were forced back by a gust of wind, clearing a path.

"open!"

Mo Gui pointed with one hand, and the blazing bonfire instantly split into two sides, leaving a wide passage.

Walking with the wind, Mo Gui walked into the bonfire barefoot and carried out the charred bodies of Deepika and the other three.

"Tsk tsk, how come this one fell off? The firepower is quite strong."

When Mo Gui carried them out, he didn't care about their health, he was just focused on showing off.

The result is that the parts are scattered all over the floor, and now you can't tell whose is whose head and whose is whose hand. They've all been burnt into charcoal, there's no way to tell them apart!
Fortunately, Mo Gui is not an ordinary person. Even if others can’t tell the difference, he can still tell it apart.

Even though the big boss, the Law of Life, is a bit active now and it's hard to fleece the wool of the beast, the World Tree has the deepest infection on it. The World Tree has a part of the credit for its current activity, so resurrecting a few mortals is just a piece of cake, no problem!

When the four women opened their eyes, they saw Mo Gui holding someone's fallen arm and looking at it. They had turned into charred corpses, but now they were reborn from the ashes, and the burnt flesh and blood had shed and new flesh had grown.

Mo Gui was also considerate enough to use leaves to create clothes for them so that their naked bodies would not be seen by the hundreds of people around them.

He also knew a little about the rules in Barat. Women whose bodies were seen by other men usually had a bad ending.

He didn't want the scene where he showed off in front of everyone to suddenly become a crime scene that was forcibly connected. That would be too bad.

But obviously he was worrying too much. When he was turning the leaves into clothes, the others had already knelt down under the leadership of Pujati. Except for Pujati and a few Brahmins, no one dared to look up at him.

The manifestation of miracles made the villagers, who observed the precepts and believed in Brahma devoutly, dare not act rashly.

The charred corpse is not easy to piece together, but the flesh that has recovered its vitality is much easier to piece together. Just put some saliva on it and rub it.

"Look, I just rescued you."

Mogui was laughing, but Deepika and the other three didn't dare to laugh. As witnesses of resurrection from the dead, they should have laughed out loud, but the maker of the miracle was right in front of them, so they couldn't laugh at all.

Because before they died they were still glaring at Mo Gui with resentment, and now that they are alive, it is impossible for them not to feel a little fear.

"My Lord, God, please forgive our offense. We are willing to be your maids and serve you forever."

This is nonsense, otherwise why would I ask you guys to do this? Show mercy?

Am I, Mo Gui, such a person?
"Well, I'm a little hungry. Go get me a cow to roast."

"Yes, God, we will prepare food for you immediately."

What kind of food could the four maids prepare? Pugatti took the lead in responding, and all the villagers started to take action. It would not work to roast meat on the bonfire that was used to burn corpses, so they had to prepare a new bonfire.

Spices, fruits and vegetables were pulled directly from the ground. The humped cattle that had been pampered for many years in the village suffered in front of the gods today and were pulled out of the cowshed and put on the chopping board. Mo Gui waved his hand and a banana tree broke out of the soil and grew out. It bent and grew into the shape of a backrest chair. The wide banana leaves on the top protected Mo Gui from wind and rain. Although there was no wind or rain, and no sun, the sun was still climbing the mountain.

"Old monk, come here."

"God, what do you want me to do for you?"

"What can I do for you? Come and try my banana and see how it compares to your fruits and vegetables."

Mogui casually pulled a banana from the banana tree and handed it to Pugati. Don’t ask how the banana tree grows bananas. The answer is hybrid!

A gift from a god. Even though no one knew what god Mo Gui was, no one dared to say that what he gave was not delicious.

This banana looks good, but it tastes so bad. It is extremely bitter, even worse than bitter gourd.

Pugati didn't dare to say that the taste was bad. He couldn't lie, so he could only compliment Mogui in a roundabout way with a guilty look on his face.

"The gift from the God has its own beauty. A mortal like me cannot appreciate it. It is a waste of the gift from the God."

"Hahahaha, there's no need to be patient like this. If you want to activate your chakra training, this thing is naturally going to taste terrible."

As Mogui spoke, a surge of energy rose from Purjati's stomach, allowing Purjati to truly feel the existence of Chakra for the first time in his life!

The practice method that World Tree initially created for Bharat was very complicated. It mainly adopted the theory of three channels and seven chakras in yoga, making that practice method completely incomprehensible to ordinary people. At least you had to be proficient in Sanskrit to learn it.

Although Bharat was stronger than India in the previous life, its strength was limited. There were very few people who knew Sanskrit, and even fewer who were proficient in it.

This is not conducive to large-scale training, so under Mo Gui's requirements, this practice method has been reduced again and again, and now it is simple. As long as you can understand human language, you can learn it.

Feeling the presence of chakra, Pugati burst into tears and knelt down again on the spot, hugged Mogui's feet and kissed them. Fortunately, he didn't have athlete's foot, otherwise he would have to treat Pugati's mouth.

"Okay, get up, find me a place to stay, and I will teach you the real practice method."

"Yes, God, I will find a place for you to live immediately!"

Pujati turned around and went to find a few Brahmins in the village. The temple in the village was too small and was not qualified to receive a real god. Moreover, he forgot to ask which god Mogui was.

If there is a conflict with the gods worshipped in the temple, then we will be in trouble!

After a discussion, they unanimously decided to let Mogui live in Wanniba's house. Mogui had personally resurrected Deepika and others and took them in as maids, so it was only right and reasonable for him to take over their family's property.

That means everyone has to return the things they moved away from Wanniba’s house. That’s not enough. Some of the things that are not good enough have to be replaced with high-end ones. At the very least, the tables, chairs and benches have to be painted gold.

Mo Gui stayed in the village for two days. The number of people gathering outside the house increased day by day. In just two days, the small village that originally had a few hundred people was crowded with more than ten thousand people.

Allowing the people in the village to make a fortune has made the Brahmins in the village furious. They have strictly prohibited the disclosure of the rules of Moji to outsiders. It was Pujati who taught them the Dharma and they wanted to make a fortune in silence. As a result, the whole world now knows about it. How can they become disciples of the god with so many people competing for seats?
Damn! A bunch of bad people!

The Barat people are very good at bragging. On the first day that Mogui performed his miracles, people in the surrounding area knew about Mogui. Thousands of people came that day, and more than ten thousand people came the next day.

Fortunately, Wanniba is the only Kshatriya in the village and the lord of the entire village, and his house is big enough, otherwise Mogui would have to be watched by people even when he takes a bath!
"There are more and more people coming, Pujati, open the door, I am going to start preaching."

Pujati, who was originally practicing in his own hut, opened his eyes and found himself in Wanniba's house. When did his house have an outdoor swimming pool?
Although he was still a little confused, he heard every word of Mo Gui's orders clearly and ran to the front yard to open the gate. If he didn't open the door, the door would be knocked down.

"Everyone be quiet!"

With a loud roar, the air wave roared out by Pujati, who possessed chakra, was like an air cannon, stopping the surging crowd. Some people in the front were deafened by him.

No one dared to move forward without permission. Pujati said slowly, "The Lord is about to preach to the world. Please do not make any noise. Please take your seats in order."

Mogui, who was soaking in the swimming pool, gave a thumbs up to Pugaiti's efficiency. If the scene was chaotic when he went out, Pugaiti would definitely be in trouble.

With Pujati guarding the scene, the ascetics sat at the front, followed by the Brahmins and Kshatriyas, and then the Vaishyas and Shudras.

As for those untouchables who are not considered human beings, do untouchables want to listen to the law? Beat them out!
Mo Gui let a banana tree grow extremely tall, and its broad banana leaves covered the entire manor courtyard, to show his own strength, lest someone come out to confront him and waste his time.

The lecture lasted for the entire day. That was all the cultivation information that World Tree had compiled. Not only did the listeners feel dizzy, but Mo Gui's lips were almost peeling from talking. He had never spoken so much in one day.

Damn, I’m so tired of talking.

"The lecture will last for three days. I will stop here today. Please leave now."

Mogui raised his hand to drive them out, when a Brahmin rushed forward and shouted.

"God, may I ask your name so that we can build a temple to worship you."

"Be bold!"

The God must have his reasons for not revealing his name, how dare you ask!
Pugati wanted to kick him out directly, but Mogui stopped him. If you don't want faith, others will. Although it is not very useful, it is not useless. It is not a problem to use it.

"My name is Siddhartha Gautama, an incarnation of Vishnu."

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