From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 232 Killed, So Be It

Thus, the monk named Zhenluo was on the verge of death amidst the attack of a group of people.

This body is just an ordinary person, so it's normal that he can't win. He never even thought about fighting, or rather, he never even considered fighting.

He endured that unspoken pain, looking up at the gloomy sky and nodding slightly.

"The second suffering is the suffering of the arrogance of the high caste!"

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, all Bodhisattvas should thus generate a pure mind, and should not dwell on form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or mental objects to generate a mind, but should generate a mind without dwelling on anything."

He chanted the scriptures softly, shutting out the physical pain and gradually clearing his senses. Then, he scanned the person in front of him with his eyes.

He wanted to remember all of this, to record all of these terrifying expressions, so that if Shakyamuni really used this so-called "conversion of cities" as a crime to attack him in the future, he would use this evidence to give the World-Honored One a good slap in the face!
Even if Buddha had cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle, had he ever seen such a speechless scene, such boiling malice, such terrifying light and shadow?

It wasn't that he didn't give them opportunities; on the contrary, he gave them many opportunities!
If any of these people had even a shred of goodwill, or if anyone had shown a kind heart, he wouldn't be able to so confidently and righteously convert them!
After all, even Buddhism itself knows just how cruel and terrifying this salvation truly is!

In reality, apart from not killing anyone, there isn't much of a fundamental difference between this kind of conversion and killing.

Because of the erasure of one's personality, the elimination of one's character, and even the imprint of one's entire soul on the mark of Buddhism, one's true spirit will be here.

After that, apart from their memories and bodies, which will still belong to them, all other cognitive attributes will no longer belong to them, but to Buddhism—whether this Buddhist Buddha recognizes them or not is another matter.

In any case, Wutian definitely acknowledges it.

The behavior of these people aggravated his negative impression of the city, so he stopped hiding it and, in a snap of his fingers, raised the alms bowl in his hand and shot it into the air!
This action naturally surprised everyone!
They were the ones who did the beating, and none of them were acquainted with violence or group killings before. Of course, they knew how a person should normally react to such a beating.

Panting, vomiting blood, and stopping moving are all normal things, but it certainly can't be the strength to throw a black jar into the air.

After all, he had already been stabbed in the neck; where did he get the strength to do that?

So many people subconsciously looked up, and once they did, they had no chance to look down.

Because at this moment, the black alms bowl suddenly expanded into a huge golden lotus flower, suspended in the air, slowly rotating!

At this moment, almost everyone was stunned. When they looked at the monk on the ground, he had already slowly sat up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely disheveled, sitting upright on the ground, silently watching them!

Blood was still flowing from his neck, the knife wound deep into his bone marrow. An injury that would have killed him to others did not prevent him from sitting upright.

Upon seeing this, the man with the knife dropped it in terror and knelt down, trembling. "God... God... please forgive my disrespect!"

In this country with a strong religious atmosphere, it is not surprising that he could think of the word "God," and Buddha is also a topic that Brahmins often preach.

They told their followers that the Buddha was also an incarnation of Vishnu, and therefore Buddhism was also part of their religion.

Buddhists around the world certainly don't agree with this, but that doesn't matter; they can accept it themselves.

If the Brahmins acknowledge it, then the believers will naturally acknowledge it as well. Even if they don't usually acknowledge it, they will acknowledge it now that a miracle has suddenly occurred.

So, the moment he knelt down, everyone immediately realized what was happening and knelt down in unison.

Now, they begin to hope that this "god" who has descended to earth is some incarnation of Vishnu, or if that doesn't work, Brahma will do, but it has to be Shiva.

If it were Shiva, he could slap them to death, and they would be incredibly lucky.

The reputation of the God of Destruction is not just something he gained through propaganda. He is a true god who can rebuild the earth, wind, water, and fire elements. His dance is the legendary Tandawa dance, which is said to have reduced the entire universe to nothingness!
(That's the origin of the name Shiva's Dance)

If it really is this person descending to the mortal realm, then they're in big trouble!
Even so, they never considered that it was a true Buddha descending to earth. This was all the result of being brainwashed. Living on this land, they had long lost their so-called "external vision." Therefore, even in their final prayers, they worshipped the wrong person!

Zhenlu shook his head, lamenting that this group had missed their last chance, and uttered the words of the Dhammapada: "In this world, there is no stopping hatred with hatred, but stopping hatred with forbearance. This is the constant law of the ancient sages."

"The victor breeds resentment, the loser despises himself. Let go of the desire to win or lose, and you will find peace in the absence of contention."

As Zhenluo recited the words "forbearance and cessation of resentment" from the Dhammapada, there was not a trace of compassion in his eyes—this scripture, originally the Buddha's words to save the world, had now transformed into a dagger piercing the World-Honored One.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it against his neck. The rolled-up flesh glued back together in the Buddha's light, and the blood flowed back into the wound, leaving only a dark red scar.

However, although his body recovered, the external wounds were not healed, which relates to his third suffering.

And he has no intention of letting go of these people now either.

Compared to the lower castes of Vaishya and Shudra, the people in this community were of a very high caste, either Brahmins or Kshatriyas, and it was precisely because of this that they appeared even worse!
The killings and cunning of the lower classes are mostly driven by the need to survive, and many of these actions have become routine, turning into path-dependent killings.

This was something that Jinra could sense, so he used a wooden fish to punish them, making them kowtow as a form of punishment.

These people have low cognitive abilities, and many of them have never been to school, so they have no remorse!
But these high-caste people are different. Their killings are conscious "deterrent" killings. They have read many books and know the principles, but they still kill in groups. They are well aware of the principle that the law does not punish the masses and the evil of killing!

These are the most terrifying people. They know that killing is wrong, but they still do it willingly, just to consolidate their position and rule!

These are the people who truly understand what circumstances are conducive to their rule and what circumstances require them to take action.

The law will also favor them; they will stop at nothing to gain profit!

Knowing the law and breaking it is their greatest crime.

They deserve to be killed more than the ignorant and low-caste people!

The meticulously planned murder, the personally carried out group suppression, and the unbridled support behind the scenes all disgusted Shinra.

Therefore, he never intended to let these people go. As they knelt and prayed, the golden lotus trembled, and a terrifying purple light shone down, enveloping everyone present. Then, an even greater radiance suddenly appeared!
These people paused, their souls were extracted and absorbed into the Black Lotus of Primordial Spirit, and their bodies naturally went limp, becoming still-warm corpses.

He's not Buddha, so why is he talking about compassion and mercy? He's even trying to convert this city, so why would he care about the lives of these people?

He was just thinking about the next steps. He didn't want the authorities to get involved too early, but he also didn't want these people to not get involved!
The officials' absence allowed the city to be subtly influenced and swayed by them?

No, no, no, he wouldn't do that. Doing it that way might achieve the goal, but the gains would be too small!
What he wanted to do was to let the people of this city know why they were converted, and to let them know the reasons and causes for their conversion!
Only in this way can he gain the faith of these people. The Buddha said that the three thousand worlds are endless and immeasurable, but he is, after all, Bai Yang's creation, and still seeks the power of vows and is still trapped by faith.

And once this action is taken, the collective will of more than ten million people in the city will become his source of strength in a very short time!

Those people will be just as devout to Shiva as they are to him; that will be a threat of death, a turning point in faith!

"Let's use these corpses to send a message to their officials!"

Tell them that Buddha is merciful and will take their souls without harming their hearts!

Zhenluo spoke silently, and with a wave of his hand, he changed from sitting to standing. The lotus flower slowly fell from the sky to the ground and came into his hand, transforming back into a black alms bowl, which was not conspicuous at all.

"Amitabha!" Zhenluo raised one palm in front of him and chanted the Buddha's name, sounding like a truly virtuous and eminent monk speaking slowly to a street-side camera.

"These unruly individuals should receive ten years of instruction before they may return! If their physical bodies are still intact after ten years, they will be fine! Please, everyone, take good care of their bodies!"

"This humble monk has no other choice but to issue this minor punishment as a warning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a golden lotus flower in the image!

(End of this chapter)