Wizards begin with Occlumency.

Time passed day by day.

Unbeknownst to them, the "possession" had already occurred a month ago.

During this month, Jasmine did the same things that the original princess would do: uphold justice, fight injustice, and speak out for the common people.

However, the difference is that the original princess was naive and romantic, believing that her chivalrous deeds could bring some hope and positive changes to the common people. But Jasmine knew that without changing this corrupt world, the common people could not gain hope, let alone usher in positive changes.

The grain that the princess distributed to the common people would be confiscated shortly afterward.

No sooner had one bandit gang been wiped out than a new one seamlessly took over and moved into the bandit den.

All changes are temporary and will lead to a backlash.

After the original princess finished doing good deeds, she simply left, leaving the lower-class people who had received her help to suffer even more cruel oppression and exploitation.

Jasmine doesn't do things that only treat the symptoms, like treating the head when it hurts and the foot when it hurts.

If you're going to do it, do it thoroughly.

Her mission was precisely to infiltrate behind enemy lines and carry out sabotage, attacking the remaining Buddhist forces from both inside and outside.

The more chaos they can create, the greater their chances of completing the mission.

Therefore, under the guise of chivalry, Jasmine attempted to build an armed force of her own by scattering money, promoting her ideas, seeking like-minded people, and using some forceful coercion.

Whether it's the various records of the wizarding civilization's conquests across the heavens, or the topics discussed in casual conversations with her husband Link, they all emphasize the importance of one principle:

Power comes from the barrel of a gun.

To accomplish something, especially something great, you must possess sufficient power.

Otherwise, no matter how good the reasoning is, no one will listen.

Of course, a month is still too short a time. This matter has only just begun and has not yet yielded much result.

However, another thing brought an unexpected surprise.

Jasmine went through several intermediaries and disguises to buy a bookstore with its own printing workshop. She also hired some scholars who were unhappy with their lives and dissatisfied with the excessive exploitation of the lower classes in the Buddhist community. They wrote pamphlets according to Jasmine's instructions, selling them to them at half price.

Booklets that preach grand principles, such as self-reliance, freedom, and the inviolability of life and property, naturally don't sell well or get much feedback.

Not even a splash.

After all, life is already so hard, and then you have to make people understand why they are suffering so much. After they understand, it's hard to see any hope of overcoming the mountain above their heads, which will only make things harder!

However, several booklets detailing the romantic escapades and embarrassing incidents of monks and nuns in brothels and entertainment venues across various regions suddenly became wildly popular.

Let alone giving it away for free, even if we sold it at a higher price, many people would still be willing to pay.

Thinking about what I want to do in the future, which requires strong financial support, I figured I might as well make this money.

Jasmine immediately instructed the scholars to put aside everything else and devote themselves to writing this kind of frivolous booklet, writing whatever could be captivating.

The only requirement is that all the good things in the world—fine wine, delicious food, beautiful women, and beautiful scenery—be enjoyed by monks and nuns who do not engage in production, and that this is secretly added to the list.

These scholars were already dissatisfied and resentful of Buddhism, so why would they refuse Jasmine's request?

They wrote each one with incredible enthusiasm.

In the true brothel, Iris had been secretly accumulating her own strength, while also "teaching" the other sixteen girls to understand the situation in the surrounding world.

On this day, the teaching of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting was completed.

For some unknown reason, the pimp took pity on the girls and allowed them to finish their day's lessons early.

After a month of subtle influence, Iris has established a supreme position in the hearts of the sixteen girls.

She said one, and the other sixteen girls wouldn't say two.

She went east, but the other sixteen girls wouldn't go west.

Therefore, when Iris asked everyone to talk about their hometowns after dinner, the sixteen girls immediately began to tell their stories.

After all, she was only twelve or thirteen years old and hadn't received much education. She was still quite naive and didn't have a deep understanding of the concept of her hometown.

In the hearts of the sixteen girls, their hometown was that thatched hut that was cold in winter and hot in summer, a place of perpetual poverty where they could never get enough to eat, a place of suffering where they could never see hope, and a place where they could never go hungry.

Even so, I still have many wonderful memories of my hometown.

There was a big yellow dog guarding the house, a hardworking old ox, grandparents with wrinkled faces and missing front teeth but always smiling, parents with perpetually worried faces who seemed to have endless chores but never went hungry, and companions who went to the fields to glean wheat and to the mountains to herd cattle and sheep together...

Whether good or bad, all of this was completely gone the moment they were sold into brothels.

As they spoke, tears began to stream down their faces.

Iris observed coldly for a while, giving the girls time to vent their emotions, and then spoke indifferently: "You have left your earthly homeland, so there is no need to be sad. Today I will tell you what it means to be reborn in the Pure Land, the Realm of Emptiness, the Pure Land of White Lotus, and the Unborn Parents."

"Senior brother, I couldn't find any records related to Master Wusheng in the Sutra Repository."

At Baima Zen Temple, Link approached Monk Chen and asked, "Brother, do you know where I can learn about Master Wusheng's life and sayings?"

Monk Liaochen was practicing standing meditation when he heard Link's question. He scoffed and said, "Junior brother, how many times have you asked me this question this month?"

"The thirteenth time."

Link replied casually.

During this month, thanks to his foundation in the martial arts of the human immortals and his understanding of some information about the immortal and divine civilization, Link quickly became familiar with the cultivation left behind by the original owner of the body, and also quickly learned the Sumeru Palm.

According to the remaining hierarchical divisions in Buddhism, there are: Novice (shaman apprentice), Vajra (formal shaman), Arhat (sage), Bodhisattva (great sage), and Buddha.

Link is now ready to attempt to reach the Arhat realm.

At nineteen years old, an Arhat (sage) is a one-in-a-million existence even in a wizarding civilization.

The original owner of this body could only be considered slightly above average within the White Horse Zen Temple, which was just an ordinary force in this world.

There are eleven remaining Buddhist remnants in such a world.

With such a strong talent pool and training speed, why was it that the emerging civilization defeated it and left it with only this one star system that was obviously pieced together?

Something must be wrong.

Therefore, Link wanted to find the problem and then address it.

Since the first connection to destiny is related to the White Lotus and Master Wusheng, we cannot easily let go of this clue.

The white lotus can be associated with the White Lotus Mother, whom one may have met once, or it can be left unassigned.

After Master Wusheng attained the Bodhisattva stage, he stayed at Baima Zen Temple and planted a lake of white lotuses, a matter that could not be easily overlooked.

So for the past month, Link has been searching for information about Master Wusheng.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find it.

I asked the monk Yuanzhi once, and he only said that this was not something Link should know right now.

Link could only turn around and bother Monk Chen.

"You know you've asked thirteen times already."

Monk Liaochen sighed helplessly, "Brother, I really don't know."

"Yeah?"

Link responded casually, then said, "But I've heard that you are very knowledgeable and know everything."

Monk Liaochen sighed again and said irritably, "Which bastard spread rumors about me?"

Link remained silent, simply staring intently at Monk Chen.

Having no other choice, Monk Liaochen, not wanting to be harassed again, could only offer a hint: "The selection process for the Dharma Hall is about to begin. If you are able to enter the Dharma Academy, you can then apply to go to the Bodhi Academy to study Buddhism in depth."

After a pause, Monk Liaochen emphasized, "Master Wusheng's Buddhist teachings are profound, do you understand?"

"Understood. Thank you, Senior Brother."

Link clasped his hands together, sincerely thanked the kind monk Liaochen, and then left.

The selection for the Dharma Hall is today. Although Link is confident that he will pass, he cannot be careless.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

You should still make the necessary preparations; don't let anything go wrong.

That would be hilarious.

In addition, the karma created by the original body needs to be resolved.

After watching Link's departing figure for a while, Monk Liaochen finished his standing meditation and went to find his master, Monk Yuanzhi.

"Did Liaofan ask you about Master Wusheng again?"

The monk Yuanzhi sat cross-legged on a futon, his hands forming the meditation mudra, but he was not in a meditative state.

Upon seeing Monk Chen enter, he asked this question directly.

"Yes, Master."

Monk Liaochen nodded, then asked, "Master, is Junior Brother truly the reincarnation of Master Wusheng?"

"I do not know."

Monk Yuanzhi slowly closed his eyes, concealing the pain and torment within them, and said in a soft voice, "Based on various indications, it is possible, or it is not."

"This disciple is dull-witted and does not understand its meaning. Please enlighten me, Master."

Monk Liaochen frowned and thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so he asked sincerely.

Who are the three Buddhas of this world?

Instead of answering directly, Monk Yuanzhi went around in circles and asked a question.

"The Medicine Buddha of Lapis Lazuli, Shakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha Buddha."

The monk Liaochen immediately gave an answer.

This is common sense; it would be strange if someone didn't know it.

Monk Yuanzhi said, "This is the Horizontal Three Buddhas, which is an ancient tradition. There is also the Vertical Three Buddhas."

"Master, what is meant by 'the Buddhas of the Three Worlds'?"

"Past, present, and future constitute the three periods of time. The Buddha of the past is Dipankara Buddha, also known as the Buddha of Radiant Light; the Buddha of the present is Shakyamuni Buddha; and the Buddha of the future is Maitreya Buddha."

"This disciple is foolish and does not know what connection there is between the Buddhas of the Three Worlds and the Master Wusheng and my junior brother."

"Have you ever heard of Maitreya's descent into the world and the birth of the Bright King?"

"I've heard about it."

"Just as Shakyamuni Buddha emerged from the belly of the Peacock King, Maitreya Buddha's birth also required trials and protection."

This time, the Peacock King is not a trial, but a protector.

With the enlightened king in the light, attracting attention, and Maitreya in the shadows, guiding beings to rebirth in the Pure Land.

Only then can the bright future arrive.

"So, Master Wusheng, or his reincarnation, is a Wisdom King?"

"What did Master Wusheng plant?"

"White Lotus".

"White Lotus Purifies the World".

"Disciple understands."

"Understood?"

"Understood."

"Once you understand, go and keep an eye on your junior brother. Whether he is the reincarnation of Master Wusheng or not, he is related to Master Wusheng."

"Yes, Master."

Emerging from Monk Yuanzhi's meditation room, Monk Liaochen, who had been as imposing as a giant Vajra, reverted to his simple and honest demeanor.

After walking for a while, Monk Liaochen arrived at the Bodhidharma Hall.

The selection process hasn't officially started yet, but the disciples who want to enter the Dharma Hall have all arrived and are waiting.

Link's version of the monk Liaofan is also in it.

Monk Liaochen spotted Link standing in a secluded corner at a glance.

"Junior brother, why are you standing so far away?"

The monk Liaochen waved his large, fan-like hand, forcefully pushing his way through the crowd to Link's side. "Why don't you move to the front?"

Link opened his mouth, about to answer.

Suddenly a voice came from the side: "Brother Liaofan, it's been a long time. How are you?"

Monk Liaochen and Link turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the voice, only to see a handsome monk with delicate features and a smile always on his lips.

"Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Xin. I am fully recovered now."

Gently patting Monk Chen's arm to signal him not to be angry, Link said calmly, "I wonder how Junior Brother Liaoxin has been these past few days? Have you eradicated the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance? How is your Buddhist practice progressing?"

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother."

The monk Liaoxin put his hands together, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Thanks to the Buddha's blessing, I have made great progress in my Buddhist practice during this period and have gained a lot."

"Yeah?"

Link declined to comment, but instead said, "Then during the assessment later, I'll have to ask you to go easy on me, junior brother, and not accidentally hurt your senior brother again."

"What do you mean by that, senior brother?"

Monk Liaoxin straightened up and asked in surprise, "Senior brother, have you misunderstood something?"

Link smiled and said, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, we'll find out soon enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Link narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the wizard's power couldn't be brought in, his knowledge and insight remained.

Through a month of familiarization and practice, Link has gained some understanding of the Dharma Protector Monk training system that the remnants of Buddhism have spread in this world.

During the practice of Sumeru Lifting Palm, the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, namely the power of the mind-reading and the power of the past life, were successively revealed: the power of the divine eye, the power of the divine ear, the power of the mind-reading, the power of the divine foot, the power of the past life, and the power of the extinction of defilements.

Generally speaking, this is something only an Arhat (sage) can do.

Link is also a Level 5 Sage and has studied the True Spirit Wizard school. He has experienced many things related to the concept of "fate" in his life, so pointing out his telepathy and precognitive abilities is within the normal range.

Through his telepathic abilities, Link sensed the well-concealed malice and murderous intent emanating from the monk.

Through his ability to foresee destiny, Link confirmed that it was indeed the monk Liaoxin who harmed the monk Liaofan.

This cause and effect was attributed to Monk Xin. Once it was resolved, Link could confidently attempt to reach the Arhat realm.

When behind enemy lines, strength is the only guarantee of everything.

The sooner one attains the Arhat realm, the sooner one will possess a stronger ability to protect oneself.

Thinking of this, Link suddenly felt a sense of coolness in his mind.

The Drainage Completeness Technique is said to "break through attachments and afflictions, and escape the cycle of reincarnation."

The greatest obstacle to attaining Arhatship has disappeared. (End of Chapter)