landbeastnovel Chapter 595 The True and False Bodhisattvas
Chapter 595 The True and False Bodhisattvas
Chapter 595 The True and False Bodhisattvas
The monk strode over, his gaze sweeping between Qingwan and Qingyi, a hint of undisguised greed in his eyes.
He had never seen noblewomen so stunningly beautiful even in the Holy City, and wondered where these noblewomen came from.
When the locals saw the monks, they all lowered their heads slightly and raised their hands in a gesture of respect.
Even the noblest nobles in the holy city are inferior to these monks.
Lu Zheng looked at the monk and asked, "Why?"
The monk's eyes widened upon hearing this. "You're asking me why?"
He is the monk worshipped in this village and lives here year-round.
How can we allow someone to buy this place when such a rebellious person has emerged here?
Leaving the boy in the village serves two purposes: firstly, it demonstrates the bodhisattvas' compassion, and secondly, it allows for the boy to be disciplined regularly, serving as a warning to others.
For all these reasons, the monks naturally did not want anyone to take the boy away.
Why would he need to explain the reason to Lu Zheng?
He is a monk, and what he says is the rule here; no one should question it.
Seeing the monk glaring at him angrily, Lu Zheng remained calm in response.
After a moment, Lu Zheng lowered his gaze slightly and saw the monk holding a string of prayer beads, which were made of human bones.
Lu Zheng said calmly, "I've crippled all his bones."
Before anyone could react, Qingyi leaped into the air and instantly landed in front of the monk's face.
Immediately, Qingyi grabbed the tall monk with her small hand and slammed him hard to the ground.
A force surged into the monk's body, shattering all his bones.
"what……"
The monk let out a scream and lay there like a lump of mud, utterly powerless to resist.
The onlookers were horrified; they had never seen anything like it before—someone had actually attacked a monk.
Instantly, some people staggered backward, looking at Lu Zheng and his two companions as if they were monsters.
Some people trembled, wanting to escape but too frightened to move.
The monk was overwhelmed by endless pain, his face contorted, and he groaned in agony.
Lu Zheng looked at the monk with indifferent eyes. A person's patience has its limits. He did not take action himself because he was worried that he might not be able to control his strength in his anger and kill the monk.
Those who enjoy tormenting others should also experience pain.
Qingyi looked at the people nearby and asked, "Where are they?"
These words sent a chill down everyone's spines, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Lu Zheng sighed, "They are all ignorant people; we can't kill them all. Let them live and suffer, but now is not the time..."
Lu Zheng would naturally not let certain people off the hook, but punishing them now might only bring a heavier burden to the slaves here.
After all, if these people were to suffer painful torture, they would certainly command more servants to take care of them.
Lu Zheng turned to look at the boy, who had squinted his eyes and was already somewhat conscious.
The boy opened his mouth with difficulty, and murmured, "Grandmother..."
The boy's body was nourished by the righteous energy, and the minor spell of silence cast by the compassionate Bodhisattva had been broken, thus enabling him to speak.
Qing Wan's eyes narrowed as she looked at the middle-aged manager, who was frozen in shock, and demanded, "What happened to his grandmother?"
"I...I...he..."
The middle-aged manager was slurring his words and nearly fainted.
Seeing this, Lu Zheng and his two companions didn't bother wasting any more time. They took the boy and the monk with them and went into the village to search for them using magic.
Soon, Qingyi sensed an aura in a mansion that was related to the boy by blood.
An emaciated old woman was locked in a pigsty and had fallen into a coma.
Several half-grown black pigs were gnawing on the old man, leaving bloody, mangled marks on his body.
Seeing this, Qingwan was furious and had an urge to burn the entire mansion down.
But doing so would only benefit those who do evil.
Qingwan took a deep breath. Lu Zheng was right. It wasn't the right time yet. What they should do was first eliminate the root of the evil here.
It is not too late to punish these evildoers after all those who have suffered have been rescued.
After finding the boy's grandmother, Lu Zheng and his two companions quietly left the village.
Arriving in a desolate mountain, Lu Zheng carved out a cave to treat the grandmother and grandson.
Qingwan and Qingyi then took the monk aside and began an interrogation.
Lu Zheng was generous and even took out some healing and nourishing elixirs.
In no time at all, both the young boy and the old man recovered, and even their old ailments were cured, making them much healthier than before.
After a few more days of rest, both of them will be full of energy again.
Neither the grandfather nor the grandson expected that someone would rescue them and, like a high monk, perform magic to make medicine, relieving them of their illness and injuries.
The old man was moved to tears, but also felt a little apprehensive. After all, it was unimaginable that such lowly slaves like them could be treated in this way.
Lu Zheng understood the old man's unease and couldn't help but say, "We come from the east, where there is a wider world and people who practice Buddhism..."
The grandfather and grandson were astonished upon hearing this, and found it difficult to comprehend and process the information.
Lu Zheng said slowly, "We have traveled here, and this place is very different... There are some things you may not understand, but I hope you understand one thing: no one is born lowly, and you are not slaves. These are just things imposed on you by others..." "You should rest here first and not think too much. You are free now. You are no longer anyone's slaves, and you no longer have any masters. You can live for yourselves."
The old woman looked bewildered and uneasy; there were many things about what Lu Zheng said that she could not understand or accept.
For so many years, the principles she had believed in had been wrong, which she found hard to accept at the time.
The boy, on the other hand, remained calm and silent.
Suddenly, the boy looked up at Lu Zheng and asked, "So, there's no such thing as reincarnation?"
Seeing the boy's expression, Lu Zheng said softly, "I don't know either, but no matter what, we should live in the present... We were born into this world not to suffer."
The image in the picture shows a shifting gaze, suggesting a tightness in the chest and a general feeling of distress.
Lu Zheng sighed inwardly and called Qing Wan and the others over to inquire about the situation.
Qingwan said, "There really are three Bodhisattvas in the Holy City. I've seen that monk before; they must be powerful Buddhist cultivators. They might not actually be Bodhisattvas, but rather they've given themselves Buddhist titles..."
It would be too exaggerated to have three Bodhisattvas in such a harsh and cold place.
Even the top-ranked Buddhist temples in the Wei Kingdom might not have three monks who have reached the Bodhisattva level.
Lu Zheng thought for a moment and said, "I'll go check out the Holy City first. You all stay here and wait for me."
Qingwan blinked, thinking that Lu Zheng's decision not to bring them along on this trip was probably more than just a simple visit.
Qingwan couldn't help but say, "Aren't we taking Qingyi with us? If a fight breaks out, Qingyi can still contribute a lot."
Although her combat strength is not great, Qingyi is a drought demon at the Tongxuan Realm, and her strength should not be underestimated.
Lu Zhengdao said, "If things get complicated, you can still provide backup for me outside, right?"
"Yes, that's true." Qingwan nodded. "Then you'd better be careful."
Lu Zheng discussed the matter with the two men and soon left with the monk who looked like a lump of mud.
After traveling for a while, Lu Zheng abandoned the monk in the wilderness, leaving him to fend for himself.
As he was leaving, Lu Zheng saw no remorse in the monk; in fact, his eyes held a hint of malice, as if he were cursing him in his heart.
Of course, regardless of whether the other party shows remorse, Lu Zheng will not let them off easily.
Kindness and compassion towards bad people is the greatest injustice to the victims.
Lu Zheng looked towards the sacred mountain in the north, his eyes resolute and bright.
He wanted to see for himself whether the Bodhisattvas here were real or fake.
As Lu Zheng raised his hand, a surge of righteous energy transformed into clouds, lifting him up and propelling him towards the Holy City.
Before long, Lu Zheng arrived above the Holy City.
Looking down at the city from high above, apart from being somewhat ornate, there was nothing particularly special about it.
He didn't even sense the array formations or restrictions of the city.
Then, shifting their gaze to the temple on the mountain, a large golden Buddha statue shone brightly and was dazzling.
The entire temple was bathed in a golden halo and exuded a strong Buddhist atmosphere.
Lu Zheng's eyes were bright; he felt that the temple, which was filled with Buddhist atmosphere, was somewhat strange.
It seems that something unspeakable is hidden beneath the Buddhist atmosphere.
In addition to gold and jade, it is defeated.
Lu Zheng suddenly thought of a sentence; it was his intuition.
As a cultivator, and a Confucian cultivator with a strong sense of righteousness, Lu Zheng trusted his intuition.
"Who is coming?"
A majestic voice echoed in Lu Zheng's ears.
Lu Zheng stood in the air and politely bowed, saying, "I am Lu Zheng, a Confucian scholar from Anguo. I happened to pass through this place while traveling and saw that Buddhism and Taoism were flourishing in this harsh land, so I came to pay my respects."
As Lu Zheng stood there, he felt several gazes fixed on him, but since he possessed a treasure, he wasn't worried about those prying eyes seeing through him.
After a while, the voice rang out again.
"You have come from afar, so please come into the temple and have a seat."
Deep within the Great Buddha Temple, outside a hall, a golden figure emerges.
The tall figure was dressed in exquisite robes, surrounded by a radiant aura of Buddha. His countenance was solemn and dignified, and his face was filled with compassion, as if he had pity on all living beings.
The white clouds carried Lu Zheng, drifting gracefully towards the temple and landing before the golden figure.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The golden figure clasped his hands together and spoke softly, "I am the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion, greetings to you, benefactor."
Lu Zheng smiled slightly and returned the greeting politely in return.
The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion waved his hand and invited, "Benefactor, you have come from afar. Please come in and have a seat."
In fact, it had been a long time since they had encountered any cultivators from the Great Dynasty here.
Lu Zheng turned out to be a Confucian scholar from Anguo, which surprised them all. So they asked the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion to come out and receive him.
Lu Zheng was not reserved at all, and strode along beside the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion, carefully observing the surrounding environment.
(End of this chapter)