From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 267 The Sinful Camp, the Sinful Park

"My God, is this Buddhism? Such...such terrifying power! Such immense power!"

"My God, this is terrifying! A Bodhisattva can suppress an entire city, and a monk can suppress thousands of people!"

"He can wield such power just by chanting on the ground? How did he do that?"

The comments in the already packed live stream room were refreshed even more rapidly, surprising even more people!

After all, those kinds of epic papal legends with their dazzling special effects are quite common on the internet, and they've happened in places like Rome, Los Angeles, and New York.

The battles between Leon and the werewolf, or even some demon, are frequently filmed, which has almost become a routine in America; at least, those easygoing Americans are quite used to it.

But this was the first time they had ever seen such a special scene. The lighting effects of Buddhism were not on the same level as those of the Vatican; they were filled with a sense of calm and serene tranquility.

Jinra was able to suppress an entire city, and Min Ang was able to purify thousands of people. This kind of manipulation of people's hearts amazed and impressed everyone, and also made people from various countries more wary of "Buddhism"!
Min Ang had already stood up. This monk, dressed in very poor quality coarse cloth, looked at everyone with his clear and bright eyes. "We can go and see those people now, and you can go and save that believer. What do you think?"

George nodded slightly; he didn't seem to feel the kind of resentment or anger that comes from being overpowered.

He clearly realized that he was no match for the monk in comforting people's hearts, but similarly, if Angus or any bishop who had completed the episcopal ordination were to do it, they could also do what Minang had just done.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; it's just a matter of division of labor. Of course, he wouldn't mind. On the contrary, he would be grateful.

If Minon doesn't come, he'll have to call on the angels. Although the problem can still be solved, it will also lower his rating within the Vatican.

This was unavoidable. He was just a human warlord, yet he had to resort to using angels as a trump card. Of course, it was a sign that he had failed in his duties.

These thoughts raced through George's mind like lightning, but on the surface, he remained calm: "I've already sensed his location, let's go!"

The group set off, followed by the soldiers who followed Min Ang, and of course, the warlord Dakham was also present.

This man, who should have been the center of attention, was now speechless, following behind them with a look of terror on his face.

“Mr. Dakham, you yourself said you wanted to experience the happy lives of these people!” Min Ang’s voice came from the front. “How about we start with the first person?”

He pointed to a disheveled man by the roadside. Compared to the people around him who were still able to resist, this man seemed rather "strange".

He appeared dazed, his body was thin, his arms were missing, and his open mouth no longer contained a tongue, leaving only an empty cavity.

The moment Dakan saw the man, his eyes flickered, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but then he heard the words of the man in front of him!
Yes, this man without a tongue actually spoke under Min Ang's guidance!

His blank stare was fixed on Dakan, filled with an unspeakable hatred. "Ha...ha...he insulted my wife and daughter, put them out to solicit customers, tied me up in a cage and watched me, cut out my tongue, and chopped off my hands..."

"Dakan! I'm not your enemy, I'm your savior! When you were about to die, I carried you to the doctor and paid to save you!"

"You turned me into this just for the sake of your so-called prestige!"

"But I'm still alive, Dakan! I'm still alive!"

The man's face, like that of a demon from hell, was ferocious and terrifying. He lunged at the other man, shouting, "Look at me! Look at me! Ah! Look at me!"

Dakan turned his head. He could have been justified in speaking up for anyone else, but not for this man.

That's why he tries his best to destroy the other party, after all, even a debt of gratitude can turn into an enemy!
But now, looking at the man's ghostly face, he suddenly regretted it. If he had acted a little more carefully before, would he have suffered less now?

I should have just killed him!

This was Dakan's last thought before he felt the pain, and then his body was enveloped in an indescribable agony!
"Ah...ha...ha..." He wanted to scream, but he felt the pain of being silenced. The despair and pain were vividly portrayed in the live broadcast!
After all, it was a dual pain of mind and body, a silent, decades-long suffering that weighed on his soul!

But in the live stream, not many people sympathized with him.
"Serves him right! This disgusting person should just be killed!"

"Wouldn't killing him be too easy for him? I think the master did the right thing; he should experience this kind of pain!"

"What kind of person is he! He repays kindness with enmity, not only does he not help his benefactor, but he also takes revenge on others! He deserves to die!"

"This scene is so satisfying to watch! If I didn't know it was his live stream, I would have given him a tip!"

No one present felt anything was wrong. In any religious sect, such a thing would be punishable by death, without a doubt!

No religious sect would allow such scum to exist, so they simply watch and ponder what kind of punishment they could come up with if they encountered such a situation.

Min Ang chanted a Buddhist prayer softly, “General Dakan, do not linger, keep moving forward. The happy life you have been waiting for has only just begun!”

Upon hearing this, those who had been suppressed by Buddhist scriptures understood the matter!

It turns out that this "master" was showing Dakan around, letting him experience life here!
Is there really such a good thing? Most of their suffering is caused by the other party, so of course we should let him try it!
The people, who were initially excited about their release, began to gather around Min Ang and tell him about their experiences:

“Someone tricked me into thinking I could make money here, so I came. Now I get beaten up every week. The targets are electric batons, starvation, and being put in the water room... And I'm already one of the better-treated people out there!”

Just words, yet they have already made many people feel extremely uncomfortable. The horror and despair of this place disgusts everyone!

These words represent a deep-seated hatred, and also a fact that is exaggerated to the point of being disgusting!
Under this warlord's rule, death is the best thing, because everything else is evil!
"Stop talking, stop talking..." Dakan was in despair. He began to hate himself. Why did he design so many punishments just to satisfy his evil desires? And now, this damned monk was going to make him experience all of these things!

Unfortunately, he couldn't utter a single word. He could only stare at the indifferent monk before him, who was now gazing at him again: "General Dakan, the second person's experience has begun..."

"Hiss..." Dakan instantly entered the person's body senses. He found himself in a bottomless water dungeon, surrounded by disgusting excrement and sewage. He was hanging from a rope, watching the sewage rise continuously, reaching his mouth and nose!

He had to keep standing on tiptoe to avoid drinking the water, but he could still feel the stench coming toward him!
Dakan remembered that this was the Fearful Sewage Prison he had designed, which had made many people submit to it, but now he was the one who had submitted!
Fear spread through his heart, and the greater fear was that this was only the second person's life, and there would be a third, a fourth... the fifth thousand!
“Amitabha, since you feel regret and fear, have you thought about those who are suffering under your control?” At that moment, Min Ang’s voice reached Dakham’s ears.

This once unruly warlord finally crumbled, kowtowing to Min Ang, "Master, I was wrong, I repent, I apologize... I'm willing to die, just give me a quick death, please?"

“You have no regrets, you even want to kill me in your heart. Without sincere repentance, even if you go to hell, you will still suffer such punishment!” Min Ang’s voice was calm and indifferent. “This humble monk will not kill you. This humble monk does not kill. This humble monk will only wait for you to finally realize your mistakes!”

"If a person can maintain self-control and protect himself well, the wise person in the world can cultivate his conduct."

Min Ang chanted Buddhist mantras like an enlightened monk, but before him lay Dakan, who was in endless pain, unable to speak, his excrement and urine flowing freely.

In the live stream, many guilty people were trembling. What a terrifying future this must be, having to endure so much suffering, yet not even having death to their own?

"Thunderous methods, wrathful Vajra!" someone whispered. This incident was clearly a moment of divine manifestation for Buddhism!

(End of this chapter)