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The pharmacist slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable calm in them.

"it is good."

Each word fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Maitreya nodded.

The two took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

next second.

Above the Di Ku tribe.

The void distorted slightly.

Two figures slowly materialized.

Grey monk's robe, yellow monk's robe.

Golden light shimmered, and the sounds of chanting filled the air.

The entire tribe trembled slightly in the Buddha's light.

All the tribesmen knelt on the ground under that oppressive aura.

Trembling, I dared not look up.

Emperor Ku stopped plowing.

I looked up and gazed at the sky.

Looking at the two figures.

There was not a trace of panic on that simple face.

Only peace.

A kind of calm that comes from seeing through life and death.

He put down the plow.

They stepped barefoot out of the fields.

Step by step, they walked towards the two golden figures.

His steps were steady and unhurried.

The pharmacist looked at him, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Emperor Ku".

He spoke, his voice gentle:

"This humble monk is the Medicine Master, a disciple of the Western Sect's Guide Saint."

"This is Maitreya, a disciple of the sage Cundi."

"I have come today to discuss something with you."

Emperor Ku stopped in his tracks.

She looked up at the two of them.

There was not a trace of fear in those clear eyes.

Only peace.

"What is it?"

The two words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

The pharmacist and Maitreya exchanged a glance.

Maitreya stepped forward, beaming with smiles.

"Emperor Ku has accumulated profound merits, enjoys great fortune, and has a solid foundation."

"This humble monk humbly requests that you join my Western Religion."

"To protect the Dharma for my religion, to spread the word for my religion, to serve my religion..."

After the sound faded, the tribe fell into a deathly silence.

All the clansmen looked up in unison.

In those eyes, there was fear, anger, and an undisguised despair.

Western religions want to save their common lord?

They want their human emperor to join the Western religion as a protector?

Emperor Ku's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Maitreya, at that smiling yet calculating face.

A moment of silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"What if I don't want to?"

Maitreya's smile remained unchanged.

"If the benefactor is unwilling, this humble monk will not force him."

"only......"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"The benefactor's tribe has hundreds of millions of members."

"Your painstaking efforts are all contained here."

"If the benefactor does not agree, my fellow monk and I will have no choice but to... stay here permanently."

"Daily sermons, daily teachings, daily salvation."

"We will continue until the benefactor changes his mind."

"Until we reach the tribes and everyone believes in our Western religion."

"The merit accumulated by the benefactor will gradually vanish into nothingness."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Emperor Ku's pupils contracted slightly.

He looked at Maitreya.

Looking at that smiling yet ruthless face.

A chill ran through me.

They reside here permanently.

Daily sermons.

Daily Legal Commentary.

Daily purification.

They didn't want to kill themselves.

It would ruin one's own merits.

It means destroying one's own foundation.

It's about making everything you've worked so hard to accumulate vanish into nothingness.

Killing him would actually accelerate the accumulation of human merit.

Because he was a martyr.

His death will inspire even more people to fight.

But if it ruins his merits...

If he allows himself to gradually lose the support of the people.

If he were allowed to gradually lose his luck.

If he were allowed to gradually lose his foundation.

That's the real dead end.

That would be true utter ruin.

Emperor Ku slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable calm in them.

"You guys are so cruel."

The four characters fell like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum.

Maitreya's smile remained unchanged.

"You flatter me, benefactor."

"In the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, each relies on their own abilities."

"This humble monk has merely done... the best he could."

Emperor Ku remained silent.

He stood in the field, barefoot in the mud.

I looked up at the sky and gazed at the two golden figures.

Gazing at the hazy Buddha light, gazing at the chanting of Buddhist hymns.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

It has not been easy for humanity to have grown from a weakling to where it is today.

The Three Sovereigns returned to their positions, the Six Sages attained enlightenment, and humanity was revived.

It's not easy.

He, Emperor Ku, rose from a mere mortal to become the supreme ruler of the human race.

From obscurity to profound merit.

From farming barefoot to creating calendars and determining solar terms.

Each step was a trial, each tribulation a calamity.

He has been gone for too long.

So long that even I forgot how much suffering I had endured.

So long that I forgot exactly how much sweat I had shed.

So long that I've forgotten exactly how many nights I've stayed up.

Now, Western religions have arrived.

You must guide him.

To ruin his good deeds.

We must destroy his foundation.

We must make everything he has painstakingly accumulated vanish into nothingness.

He was unwilling to accept it.

But he couldn't do it.

Because he was no match for a saint.

Because he was just a mortal.

Because behind him are hundreds of millions of his people.

Emperor Ku took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He raised his eyes, looking at the pharmacist and then at Maitreya.

Give me three days.

The four words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

The pharmacist and Maitreya exchanged a glance.

Maitreya nodded.

"it is good."

"I will return in three days."

"At that time, I hope the benefactor will give this humble monk a satisfactory answer."

The sound faded.

The two turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The two golden figures vanished from the sky above the tribe in an instant.

The Buddha's light dissipated, and the chanting of sutras disappeared.

Silence returned to the tribe.

The clansmen who were kneeling on the ground slowly rose to their feet.

I gazed at the barefoot figure standing in the field.

They gazed upon their sovereign.

Looking at that calm yet weary face.

No one spoke.

No one dared to speak.

Only silence.

Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Only the overwhelming fear remained.

Emperor Ku stood in the field, watching the two figures disappear.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Three days.

The West gave him three days.

If they do not agree after three days.

Those two will then stay here permanently.

Daily sermons, daily teachings, and daily salvation.

Continue until he has lost all his merits.

He continued until his foundation was completely destroyed.

He will continue until he has nothing left.

Emperor Ku slowly closed his eyes.

What should he do?

Above the clouds.

The Taotie stood amidst the mist, its blood-red eyes fixed on the two disappearing figures.

The killing intent surged like a tide.

It heard it.

I heard every word spoken by the Medicine Master and Maitreya.

I heard that they wanted to save Emperor Ku.

They heard that they wanted to ruin Emperor Ku's merits.

They heard that they wanted to destroy the foundation of Emperor Ku.

It wants to make a move.

I wanted to tear those two to pieces.

He wanted to swallow that Buddha's light.

They wanted to completely erase that chanting.

But it can't.

Because our master said that we should not take action unless absolutely necessary.

Because Emperor Ku's merits had to be accumulated by himself.

If one kills someone for him, his merit will be less.

If one accumulates little merit, one's rank will not be lowered.

That wouldn't be helping him, it would be harming him.

Taotie gritted its teeth, its bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

"Don't kill him."

"We cannot make a move."

"We cannot expose ourselves."

"We can only watch."

"We can only wait."

"Let Emperor Ku figure out a solution himself."

"Wait for Master's instructions."

"Wait for... the right moment to strike."