Da Zaojun

Chapter 146: The Seventh-Rank State Lord Manjusri Bodhisattva's Incarnation
The fat monk chuckled and said, "Donor, the Bodhisattva Saint Lord is practicing in the temple ahead. Please do not trespass."

[Volume 8. Budai Monk agrees with this]

Song Wuji's eyes became cautious. Compared with the previous eighth-grade monks, he only had martial arts but no magic weapons or spells, so his abilities were limited.

This cloth bag monk looks like a laughing Maitreya, and the cloth bag in his hand is no ordinary item either.

[Small Sumeru Bag]
"I don't know, who is the Bodhisattva Saint?"

"Of course it's the King of the Nation, Manjushri Bodhisattva! The Bodhisattva is currently cultivating the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, awaiting completion. Buddha lands are everywhere on earth! Countless Pure Lands of Ultimate Bliss!"

The monk's eyes were filled with enthusiasm: "The food, knowledge, and gold and silver that the aristocratic families monopolized can all be found in the Pure Land. When the common people are reborn in the Pure Land, everyone will be a celestial being! Wearing the robes of celestial beings and hearing the supreme Buddhist teachings, everyone can then cultivate and become an arhat! Good men and good women! All will be like small kings! There will no longer be any distinctions!"

Song Wuji is not a "utopianist". Relatively speaking, if someone takes utopia as an ideal, Song Wuji will only think that this is encouraging people to make sacrifices, endure hardships, and become numb.

Just like these monks, they live in luxurious houses, but deceive the starving people by saying that they can be reborn in the Pure Land in their next life and can deal with the aristocratic families.

However, when the aristocratic families have not been eliminated, they try every possible way to exploit the already impoverished people to see how much more they can get, and then fabricate a daydream of a pure land, making these poor people devote the last things they have left, that is, the souls of faith and the blood and marrow of their bodies, to the flourishing incense.

Looking at these majestic Buddha statues, Bodhisattvas and Arhats, I imagine that I will be like them in the future, looking at the splendor of the temple, thinking about the bliss in the next life, and living in such a big house.

So he would foolishly chant "Amitabha Buddha", and before he died, he would imagine that a golden boat would come and take him to the Pure Land.

But the truth is, they can only sink into the realm of hungry ghosts.

Or, this is the realm of hungry ghosts.

There are starving people everywhere, how can it not be the realm of hungry ghosts?

Song Wuji used his supernatural powers to call out the name.

[Budai Monk agrees with this!]

The monk with the cloth bag was completely unaffected. He just smiled and opened his bag: "Where did you learn this unorthodox soul-stealing magic from, benefactor? How could you know my name and surname? Why not enter my little Sumeru bag and take a walk?"

But when the pocket was opened, a vortex appeared inside, generating infinite suction force, making people dizzy.

The next moment, it was sucked into the pocket.

As soon as Song Wuji put the food into the pocket, he smelled a foul smell. It turned out that the bag contained nothing but leftovers that had not been dried in the sun or aired in the shade.

However, even if it was just leftovers, they were still delicious delicacies that the starving people outside could hardly afford.

I'd rather be a peaceful dog, and don't leave people alone.

The next moment, countless hungry ghosts were seen crawling out from the leftovers and swallowing them.

"Amitabha, the hungry ghosts in this cloth bag are all the souls of the wealthy and powerful who wasted food. Their granaries are so full of food that they are maggot-infested and rotting, but they are unwilling to give away any more. Their cloth is so old that it rots at the touch, but they are unwilling to make good clothes for people."

"Now they are all in my bag, transformed into their karma. Benefactor, what karma do you have?"

"Those who slander monks and Buddhas shall be condemned to the realm of hungry ghosts and shall never be liberated!"

Song Wuji felt a strange force refining him, and the stench in his mouth and nose turned into fragrance. He wanted to eat these rotten leftovers.

But this strange power was very easy to refine. Song Wuji thought to himself, "It stinks so much, I'm afraid it will produce methane from fermentation. If I use fire, I'm afraid it will explode. Besides, this small Xumi bag is a spatial treasure. Even though it contains these rotten food, it can still be used after pouring it out and washing it. It would be a pity to burn it."

Then he used his magical power to open the wall: "Open!"

Before the monk with the cloth bag could react, Song Wuji passed through the cloth bag and came to the outside world. With a casual stroke of his knife, he cut off the monk's head.

But this monk was strange. Even after his head was chopped off, he did not die and his body was still moving.

The head fell to the ground and was even more horrified: "How did you get out!"

Song Wuji was curious about his ability to survive even after being beheaded. Among the seventy-two magical powers of the Earthly Demons, there was one called "Dismemberment," which allowed one to survive even after being beheaded, to survive even after having their heart ripped out, and to reattach severed limbs like building blocks. Could this monk also have this ability?

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Before Budai Monk could speak, Song Wuji took off his small Sumeru bag and put his body into the bag, leaving only his head outside.

Then he started to learn from the novel Investiture of the Gods: "I've heard that some fruit trees grow better if their heads are pinched off, but I've never heard of a person being able to survive without a head."

The monk Budai's head suddenly screamed: "My life is over!"

The next moment, the severed head, which had not bled, could no longer be stopped, and blood gushed out, and the man was completely dead.

"Amitabha!"

Sighs came from all directions.

The next moment, golden lotus blossomed in the lotus pond and golden light shone on the stupa.

The incense from all the halls gathered in the Main Hall behind the Maitreya Hall.

Outside the main hall, an old monk over fifty years old, wearing a golden robe and a Five Elders Buddha crown, was chanting incessantly, with compassion in his eyes.

[The seventh-level state ruler, Manjushri Bodhisattva’s incarnation]
Seventh grade...

To be honest, there is a sense of oppression, but not much.

Now, if Song Wuji collects wages, and everyone in the city borrows 0.01 of the Three Treasures value, the total can be accumulated to about 30 points.

Plus these magical powers, spells, and treasures.

But I saw that there was a tree behind this Bodhisattva. This tree was somewhat similar to the Hungry Ghost Tree in the Hungry Ghost Realm, but in fact each leaf was a copper coin, and the fruit under the copper coin was a celestial baby with brilliant Buddha light.

Beneath the precious tree, there are fairy flowers, a pure land of lapis lazuli, and a ground paved with gold.

In the void, there are various celestial beings, including the Galanan, Jieti, Vajra, and the Eight Dharma Protectors, who bless it.

On his left and right, there were two young monks serving him. Although they were young, they were also eighth-rank monks.

The king, Manjusri Bodhisattva, responded and said, "Donor, we meet again."

Song Wuji shouted, "What's your relationship with that Hungry Ghost Tree in the outside world?"

"He is my inferior body, and I am his superior body."

"Now that this poor monk is comprehending the Mahāparinirvāṇa Sutra, he should also unite his two bodies into one, withering and flourishing at the same time, cultivating the blessings of heavenly beings while also saving hungry ghosts from sinking into despair."

"The donor has a strong murderous intention and is also the master of a realm. He can protect the Dharma for me and build the Buddhist kingdom on earth. He can also be a venerable."

Seeing him so arrogant, Song Wuji felt unhappy and held his two swords: "Monk, since you are the ruler of the country, you must bear the brunt of the country. If you do not govern the country well and become a monk, you will be a tyrant."

"If you want to become a monk and truly give up this position, you should abdicate and stop clinging to power. Instead of using becoming a monk as an excuse to amass wealth and possessions, you're not only harming the people, you're like a descendant of Mara. You're a complete disgrace to Buddhism!"

"Donor, you're getting stuck in a rut. If you don't join the Buddhist community, how can you attain the status of a bodhisattva? If you don't attain the status of a bodhisattva, how can you save the people?"

"The suffering of the people is not the fault of this humble monk alone, but the fault of the entire world. Only by cleansing it, re-establishing the Buddhist kingdom, defining the six realms of cause and effect, and establishing reincarnation and retribution, can the rich and powerful be deterred from committing adultery and abuse, and can the poor and needy receive this blessing."

"The world is like a house of fire, a great thorn bush, a great cauldron of oil. If you move, you will be burned, pricked, and tortured. If you don't move, you will also be burned, pricked, and tortured. You really have no control over it."

“Only if I can establish a Buddhist kingdom can I help all living beings escape suffering!”

(End of this chapter)