Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 961 - 75 Passing Away

Chapter 961: Chapter 75: Passing Away

Chapter 961 -75: Passing Away

The doctrine of the Age of Dharma Decline originated from the civilization of Buddhism.

Its true meaning lies in the blazing hearts of all beings filled with the three poisons, overshadowing the true nature of Tathata.

The so-called three poisons are greed, anger, and ignorance.

The so-called Tathata means truth in its true essence, clearly not illusive; constancy in its permanence, indicating unchangeability. It means truth in all laws, constant in its nature, thus it is called Tathata.

However, during its dissemination, the concept of the Age of Dharma Decline was both accepted and valued by the current civilizations, and was also distorted and repudiated within the civilization of Buddhism itself.

The main manifestation of this is in the terms “Buddha’s foe” and “Buddha’s calamity”.

The civilization of Buddhism believes that, before the onset of the Age of Dharma Decline, a great disaster will arise.

The one who will initiate this disaster is the Buddha’s foe, the enemy of all Buddhas, the enemy of the Dharma.

In this disaster, there will also be the Buddha’s calamity, the calamity of all Buddhas, the calamity of the Dharma.

A Buddha’s foe can be opposed, but a Buddha’s calamity cannot.

The Five-part Scripture Elise held was said to be written by a future Buddha’s calamity before reincarnation.

“Heh…”

With a smirk at the corner of her mouth, Elise gently waved her hand.

The yellowed scroll of “Five-part Scripture” instantly turned to flying ash, fluttering and dissipating between heaven and earth.

“Baseless talk.”

Elise scorned the idea of the abbot of Ciren Temple branding her as a Buddha’s calamity.

She certainly didn’t consider herself any fucking Buddha’s calamity.

Flicking away the yellowed scroll, Elise returned to her indifferent state, continuing to stare down the mountain.

Burning the abbot of Ciren Temple with the karmic fire of sins slightly vented some of the resentment accumulated in her heart, but it was not enough.

A bigger venting was needed.

It just so happened that Ciren Temple had just received a complaint about the Lotus Society, and the abbot died in his quarters, which could push the impending storm to its peak.

The Lotus Society was about to face, not just one Ciren Temple, but a siege by an army of monks from more than a dozen temples, accustomed to their high positions.

A complex look flashed through Elise’s eyes.

Once many things begin, they become difficult to slow down again.

The moment she harbored the thought of “I” and the interference with the ninth challenge in the Special Ruin World, deciding to plant the White Lotus, purifying the filthy world, everything became an uncontrollable wild horse.

It wasn’t that Elise couldn’t control herself; it was that she couldn’t control the will of all beings, and could only guide.

Now, Elise was guiding sixteen girls on a path of self-forgetfulness, guiding twenty-three women on a path of washing away, or rather re-imbuing, their selves, while leading the oppressed and exploited lower classes on a path of rebirth through fire.

Forgetting oneself is itself a harm.

Washing away or re-imbuing is itself a concealment.

To be reborn from fire, one must first pass through fire; one who is not burned to death can be reborn.

All of these are sacrifices, the inevitable sacrifices for achieving some “great deeds”.

However, how many people can survive the fire without being burnt, and how many can welcome rebirth?

Elise knew that not many could.

Most of the early joiners would die without a burial place, and would not be remembered.

As for the so-called True Void Homeland, it wasn’t their homeland, nor was it a pure land, but a place of illusion.

Those sacrificed entering the True Void Homeland would not attain the peace, happiness, milk, and honey they yearned for.

What they would receive was only the harsh reality of continuing to give.

The purification of the World through White Lotus was never meant for them; it was only for the White Lotus itself.

Whew…

Elise let out a long breath, pressing down the clutter of thoughts in her mind, not thinking about these things any longer.

As long as she did not think, she would not feel guilty.

Without guilt, there would be no pain.

Indifference, or rather numbness, was also a good state to be in.

As conflict began to brew at the foot of Mount Liang, Link arrived at Guanglin Mansion.

The roads were padded with loess, and the withered trees on the roadside were adorned with lanterns and gauze.

No pedestrian could be seen on the road, the nearby rural dwellings were silent, with only the sound of chickens and dogs.

Curly smoke rose, the scent of food wafting around.

“What a pure land of Buddhism!”

Anybody unaware of the true circumstances would surely exclaim thus.

However, Link knew the situation was far from that, hence he did not feel moved, but rather disgusted.

Calling them serfs, oppression is oppression, crafting such empty displays to feign peace.

Disgusting!

“Junior brother, what’s the matter?”

Monk Liao Chen, intrigued by the tranquil countryside atmosphere, asked with curiosity.

Just now, Monk Liao Chen had distinctly sensed a different mood emanating from Link.

It seemed his junior brother had a completely different perception of the surroundings.

“Nothing, let’s keep moving.”

Link casually brushed off the question, unwilling to discuss the matter further.

“Mm.”

Monk Liao Chen glanced at Link skeptically, then shook his head and continued to enjoy the peaceful scenery on his own.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

Suddenly, a sharp scream echoed from a nearby courtyard, “Put down the steamed bun!”

With a thump.

The ears of Monk Liao Chen, trained in martial arts since childhood, twitched, instantly identifying the sound as that of a stick as thick as a baby’s arm hitting someone’s buttocks.

“Wah! Ahh!!!!”

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A piercing yet breathless cry followed immediately.

“I told you to take it! I told you to take it! I told you to take it!”

The sharp screams blended with crying continued to emanate from the courtyard to the clean, water-swept little road covered with loess.

Accompanied by the ongoing thumps, thumps, thumps of dull beating and the piercing yet breathless cries.