Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 972 - 80 Sacrifice_2
Chapter 972: Chapter 80 Sacrifice_2
Chapter 972 -80 Sacrifice_2
The climax began immediately and then abruptly ended.
With a bang, the mountain crumbled and the earth split apart.
Frost and Medici joined forces in a self-destructive explosion, completely erasing the ruins of the Buddhist temple.
None of the six Buddhist Bodhisattvas (Great Sages) who besieged them died, but each bore wounds.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The leading Buddhist Bodhisattva watched the mushroom cloud slowly dissipating, somewhat unable to understand the choice made by Frist and Medici.
Even if they intended to self-destruct, they did it too early, too obviously.
They gave enough reaction time for the six Buddhist Bodhisattvas to avoid the most powerful area of the blast.
It seemed that from the beginning, they did not intend to kill, merely to cause sufficient damage.
Why is that?
Just as he was wondering, the leading Bodhisattva suddenly felt a premonition and turned his head in shock.
In his field of vision, he saw a distant mountaintop where a group of poorly dressed commoners, through a Water Mirror, were watching everything that was unfolding here in real-time.
Such mountaintops were not just one or two or three, but four or five or six…
In other words, there were tens of thousands of commoners witnessing the elevated Buddhist Bodhisattvas being injured and bleeding.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Pain and compassion appeared on the face of the leading Bodhisattva as he chanted Buddha’s name and instantly made a decision, attacking the first mountaintop he saw.
At the same time, a sentence arose in the minds of the other five Bodhisattvas.
“Kill them all!”
The five Bodhisattvas heard the telepathic message, did not hesitate, and each chose a mountaintop to assault.
They were to kill all the commoners who had seen that Buddhist Bodhisattvas could be wounded and bleed!
The image of the Buddhist Bodhisattvas as exalted, holy, and inviolable had to be maintained.
If Buddhist Bodhisattvas could be injured when hit, could die when killed, just like ordinary people, what kind of filthy human hell would this world become?
For the sake of the world, for the sake of Buddhism, the six Bodhisattvas, with compassion in their hearts, courageously faced the demons, violated the precept against killing, and carried out the salvation of all beings!
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Across from Elise, an old monk with completely white eyebrows and beard, leaning on a Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, chanted the Buddha’s name, showing a face of compassion and pity, earnestly persuading, “Patron, please stop.”
“Stop? Why should I stop?”
Elise scoffed with a puzzled retort, “And when did I ever make a move?”
“Amitabha Buddha!”
The old monk chanted the Buddha’s name once more and slowly closed his eyes filled with compassion and pity.
Centered around Mount Liang, within a hundred thousand li, everywhere there was war, bloodshed, and fighting.
The situation in this part of the World had completely descended into chaos, a mess incomprehensible.
The common folk at the bottom were dying, the secular ruling class was dying, the Buddhist monks were dying.
Hatred and conflict erupted fully, beyond containment.
What was most eerie, the closer to Mount Liang and further from Buddhism, the more peaceful the atmosphere.
Having paid a terribly heavy price, families in mourning clothes, many completely bereft of heirs among the common folk, expelled Buddhism completely. Then, under the call of the Lotus Society, they resumed production and lived peacefully and happily.
Despite the mourning attire or missing limbs, despite the hard work and lacking full meals, the eyes of every peasant shined with light, their faces filled with hope.
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The reason was simple.
The houses they lived in were their own, the fields they cultivated were their own, the grains they harvested were their own, the clothes they wove were their own…
Having shelter, producing outputs, having food, having clothing was enough.
After all, common folk didn’t ask for much.
Just to be alive was enough.
The further from Mount Liang, the closer to Buddhism, the tenser the atmosphere.
How could those commoners who had not yet expelled Buddhism not aspire for the life those who had expelled it now enjoyed?
All were born with a head, two hands, two legs!
If they could expel Buddhism and live a good life, then so could we!
Could Buddhism endure such repeated defeats?
No, they could not.
And so, the conflicts, wars, fights, and causalities piled increasingly higher!
In such circumstances, Elise bloomed like a white lotus growing from mud, more and more thriving, more and more pure, having attained the Realm of Bodhisattva (Great Sage).
Whenever she wished, she could declare herself to have become a Buddha (Ninth Level Great Sage).
The old monk slowly opened his eyes, forgetting the scenes he witnessed along the way, forgetting the reality that the closer one gets to Buddhism, the more desolate it becomes, and the further away, the more peaceful.
In the instant between closing and opening his eyes, the humble Bodhisattva disappeared, replaced by an enraged Vajra descending into the world.
“Ha…”
Elise sneered, “Is this Buddha?”
“Hehe… hehehe…”
As she laughed, Elise’s laughter grew louder and more mocking.
“No reasoning, just brute force—they really call this Buddha!”
The old monk had no desire to engage in futile talk with Elise and shake his Buddhist faith. Wielding the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, he brought it down slowly.
This strike, returning to simplicity, bore not a hint of anomaly.
This strike, slow in motion and devoid of killing intent, carried compassion.
This strike, with the old monk’s kind visage, was more fearsome than any monster!
Elise stood still, taking the blow from the old monk’s Nine-Ringed Zen Staff head-on.
Not only did she not dodge or move, Elise didn’t even resist in the slightest, allowing her head to be smashed by the Zen Staff, her brain to spill out, and her body to collapse.
The old monk stared in bewilderment at Elise, who had died so easily under his staff, filled with boundless doubt.
“Is she dead just like that?”
Once he confirmed that Elise was truly dead and had not used any trick or feigned death, the old monk’s confusion deepened.
“Is she dead just like that?”
“Is she dead just like that?”
Murmuring to himself several times, the old monk stood the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff upright, planting it into the ground, oblivious to the blood beneath his feet as he surveyed the surroundings of Mount Liang.
Could the mastermind behind the turmoil that engulfed much of the world in a mere three months have perished so easily?
In a place hidden from the old monk’s eyes, Elise’s True Spirit broke free from its restraints effortlessly severing the last thread of connection with the “White Lotus.”
Fool me once, shame on me.
With the experience of the ninth trial in the Special Ruin World, tainted with interference, how could Elise not know the risk that the path of the “White Lotus” risked spiraling out of control at the end?
Though “I” had eradicated myself decisively to achieve Elise, she dared not blindly trust this.
Precaution was necessary, and she needed to be fully prepared.
What was giving up a “White Lotus,” after all?
Elise did not regret it in the slightest.
She was a Wizard, her foundation lay in Wizard Civilization, and she would not hold onto other ‘fruits of the path’ brought back from other universes following her return to Wizard Civilization, unlike “I.”
Furthermore, Elise was very clear about her true purpose for “Soul Seizing” into the remnants of Buddhism—not to completely overturn what was left of Buddhism.
That was for the Immortal God Tomorrow Court and the High Council of Wizard’s Civilization to consider and accomplish.
Elise admitted to herself that her only mission was to infiltrate behind enemy lines, stir up chaos, weaken the remnants of Buddhist Civilization, or perhaps just to divide the attention of the three Buddha Ancestors.
From that perspective, Elise felt she had done an excellent job.
No one could criticize her choices from any angle.
Most importantly, Elise, like Lotson, Frist, and Medici, was just a supporting player in this mission.
The main character was Link Grande!
Without hesitation, Elise’s True Spirit followed an inscrutable connection back to the remnants of Buddhist Civilization, back into the “Soul Seizing” Magic Tool forged by the four Saint Wizards, back into her true body.
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
Three sounds occurred simultaneously, as Elise, Frist, and Medici simultaneously sat up.
The three exchanged glances, said nothing, and floated out from the “Soul Seizing” Magic Tool.
Looking at Link, Jasmine, and Lotson, who were still lying serenely in their sleep pods, Frist suddenly asked, “When do you think they’ll come back?”
“Who knows?”
Medici shrugged indifferently, “Talk amongst yourselves, I’m leaving.”
Having said that, Medici turned and left.
Before “Soul Seizing,” Medici received guidance from the reincarnated Saint Lotson and was on the verge of reaching the status of a Level Seven Great Sage.
This time returning to the Wizard Civilization Universe, his advancement would surely be smooth.
Elise remained silent, her brow tightly furrowed.
She had thought that she had completely severed her connection with the “White Lotus,” but in the Sea of Consciousness at her brow, a shadow of the White Lotus still swayed slightly.
The prayers and supplications of countless people faintly resounded.
Countless people were desperate for salvation in a place devoid of hope!
