Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 960 - 74 Pure Land_2

Chapter 960: Chapter 74 Pure Land_2

Chapter 960 -74 Pure Land_2

Under the influence of his master, Monk Liao Fan, too, did not practice Joyful Zen; hence, his cultivation realm remained in the lower-medium echelon of the White Horse Zen Institution.

It was not until he was “soul seized” by Link that he finally welcomed his moment in the spotlight.

Upon hearing this, Monk Liao Chen’s brows and eyes drooped instantly, and he muttered, “I actually wanted to practice, but our master wouldn’t allow it.”

With that, Monk Liao Chen turned to Link and asked in a low voice, “Junior brother, do you know why our master wouldn’t let us also practice Joyful Zen? All the other brothers in the monastery are practicing it.”

Following Monk Liao Chen’s gaze, Link looked into his eyes to confirm that Monk Chen was truly seeking instruction, not probing for something, before posing the counterquestion, “Brother, are we cultivating the Buddha, or worshipping the Buddha?”

“Cultivating the Buddha? Worshipping the Buddha?”

Monk Liao Chen repeated these two terms, furrowing his brows in deep thought.

What does cultivating the Buddha mean?

And what does worshipping the Buddha imply?

Is there a difference between the two?

If there is a difference, what does it have to do with whether or not we practice Joyful Zen?

One question after another sprouted in Monk Liao Chen’s mind.

Link did not bother with Monk Liao Chen, who had fallen into contemplation, and quietly continued on his way.

However, a few snickers came from representatives of other halls not far away.

“Mastered a few divine abilities and think you’ve grasped the profundity of the Buddha’s teachings?”

“The Abbot practices Joyful Zen, and it’s only you master and disciple who don’t. What are you trying to show off?”

“Ignorant of how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.”

“Let’s move more quickly, so we don’t have to walk with these types of people, lest we defile the Buddha’s teachings.”

Discussion followed the scoffing.

Link paid no heed, as if he heard nothing.

Elise also ignored the grievances and complaints of the girls and women, as if she heard nothing.

Worldly matters have always been simple in thought, easy in words, but difficult in action.

Before descending the mountain, the women thought that, with the skills they had honed in the brothels—expert in reading expressions and enchanting hearts—they could rope in whoever they wanted, couldn’t they?

But the result…

They couldn’t say they made no gains, but it was more like they had hit a wall of solid copper and iron.

Rather than following them up the mountain, they wouldn’t even be granted the chance to hear their ideas being preached.

Some would avoid them from a distance, others would close their doors tightly, some would report them to the authorities, and still others would denounce them to the neighboring Buddhist temples…

If not for Elise using some means during half a month of pioneering labor, instilling some magical power and spell Seeds in the girls and women that could be activated to unleash magic and make a swift escape,

It’s likely that of the sixteen girls and twenty-three women, more than half would have been lost.

Instead of returning with their faces covered in dirt as they were now.

Seeing Elise’s indifferent demeanor, the volume of the girls’ and women’s complaints and grievances gradually lowered and then faded away.

“Are you all done?”

Elise stood up, looking down from a height at the girls and women with indifference and said, “Change your clothes, remove your jewelry, wipe off the makeup, put on the outfits from the recent work, and go back down the mountain. Remember, do good deeds first to lower their guard, then engage in idle chitchat. Draw out the bitterness from their hearts, let them tell you about the suffering they’ve endured over the years, and then lead the source of their suffering towards the temples, the monks, and the Buddhist teachings, understand?”

The girls were somewhat confused upon hearing this.

The women, however, understood immediately.

It was similar to the way they used to make their patrons cough up money, by first stirring up their emotions.

“Understood.”

With this thought, the women instantly regained their twittering demeanor and promised in unison.

After a brief rest, the experienced women took the girls and headed down the mountain once more.

Along the way, the women shared their experiences with the girls.

Having spent time in the brothel, even without serving customers, the girls were no longer startled by matters of men and women due to constant exposure.

After listening to the women’s sharing, not a hint of embarrassment showed on the sixteen girls’ faces; no blushes, no nothing. They were each contemplating seriously how to apply these methods.

Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it.

With a goal in mind, having faced setbacks, and finding an effective method, this time, the girls and women didn’t meet the same resistance as before.

Although no one was willing to give up everything and join them at Mount Liang, many were willing to listen to their preaching.

In just a few days, seven or eight Lotus Societies were established in various villages.

The purpose of the Lotus Society was exceedingly simple, which was mutual aid and assistance.

Firstly, the villagers who joined the Lotus Society each contributed five pecks of rice as an admission fee;

Next, after joining the Lotus Society, no matter what happened, they could seek help from fellow members;

Finally, after joining the Lotus Society, no matter what happened, they could seek help from the Lotus Society itself.

Many villagers had doubts about the first point.

After all, in these times, everyone’s grain was barely enough to eat, and giving up five pecks of rice was almost akin to giving away half of one’s wealth.

When encountering such skepticism, the girls and women would patiently explain.

The five pecks of rice were not simply taken away to never return home, nor would they be squandered by the Lotus Society.

The reason for requiring a contribution of five pecks of rice to join was to establish a reserve grain storage to fall back on.

If a member’s family encountered trouble, like losing their water supply or falling sick and urgently needing grain or money, the Lotus Society would be able to provide timely assistance.

The saying might be crude, but the rationale was solid.

People consume grains and cereals, who can guarantee they’ll never suffer a headache or fever in their lifetime?

Is it worth exchanging five pecks of rice for a safety net?

Some thought it was worth it, others did not.

Those who found it worthwhile joined the Lotus Society, while those who didn’t either watched from the sidelines or looked on with cold indifference.

It was only when a member of the Lotus Society had their ox die of illness, leaving them unable to till their land in time, and they sought aid from the Lotus Society, which without a second thought rallied the available members to lend a hand, that the way people viewed the Lotus Society changed in an instant.

This was truly helpful in times of need.

Those who had joined the Lotus Society walked with their heads held higher, feeling a sense of pride and honor.

Those who hadn’t joined were either eager to request membership or quietly changed their views, while others began to harbor different intentions.

For instance, to report them…

Elise stood atop Mount Liang, looking down at everything unfolding below.

As the Lotus Society was established and expanded, as more and more people joined, and as the concept of “no birth parents, True Void Homeland” was increasingly promoted and accepted, Elise’s power surged dramatically.

Even as a level six sage, she found it difficult to control, having to forcefully suppress it.

Human emotions are like a spring, the more they are pressed down, the stronger they bounce back.

Once they rebound, they can easily spiral out of control.

Elise did not want to lose control, so she needed an opportunity to vent.

Thus, when she discovered someone wanted to report the Lotus Society, she did not stop them. Instead, she anticipated the success of the reporting.

Firstly, she needed a battle to release her pent-up emotions;

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Secondly, without the tempering of blood and fire, the girls and women would not be able to stand firm, nor would the Lotus Society;

Thirdly, without suffering one or a few harms, the apathy of the lower-class villagers would not easily be shattered.

“No birth parents, True Void Homeland?”

When the reception monk of Ciren Temple received the report that an organization promoting a wicked ideology, the Lotus Society, had emerged in nearly two dozen neighboring villages, he did not ignore it but promptly reported it to the abbot.

The emergence of the same organization in one or two villages could be understood as a spontaneous movement by the villagers.

But the simultaneous emergence in over twenty villages could not be taken lightly.

The abbot of Ciren Temple was an elderly monk with white hair and eyebrows, who turned pale upon hearing the concept of “no birth parents, True Void Homeland.”

Without heeding the reception monk’s astonishment, he immediately returned to his Zen chamber and began rummaging through a pile of old books.

After half an incense stick’s time, the abbot finally pulled out a yellowed scripture from underneath a wooden box.

The lettering on the cover was worn, but he could barely make out the three words “Five-part Scripture.”

The abbot’s hands trembled as he held the yellowed scripture, his lips muttering, “Buddhist calamity! Buddhist calamity! Buddhist calamity!”

After a while, the abbot calmed his mind and prepared to inform other temples of the appearance of Buddhist calamity within the jurisdiction of Ciren Temple.

Just then, a cold voice rose from behind the abbot.

“What are you planning to do?”

As the words fell, not waiting for the abbot to reply, a dark, resentment-filled flame of karma ignited from the soles of the abbot’s feet.

In an instant, the abbot of Ciren Temple was burnt to ashes, and the “Five-part Scripture” in his hands vanished without a trace.

Atop Mount Liang, Elise held the yellowed scroll, her eyes deep and distant.