As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 371 You're Unfair

Injustice is a prodigy from birth.

Although it has two mouths, its eyes look a bit strange.

Surprisingly, he was not disliked by his parents. At the age of three, he was found by a traveling monk and sent to the Temple of Seeking God. He became a nun, took the Dharma name Buzheng, and was deeply influenced by Buddhist wisdom.

He is very smart and can learn anything in a very short time.

It can even be applied to other situations, allowing for thought and expansion.

He can quickly learn and even enhance those supernatural abilities and secret techniques that require extremely high aptitude and background.

The secret technique he used, "So close yet so far," was something he comprehended and understood from Buddhist principles and the supernatural powers he had learned.

The Buddha said: With a firm and sincere heart, one can find ultimate bliss upon turning around, and the Buddha himself will be right before one's eyes. With deluded thoughts in one's heart, one can travel thousands of miles but still sink into the sea of ​​suffering.

Based on this, he redefined distance.

He is the Buddha.

The thought arises, and he is right before his opponent's eyes, but he cannot break the opponent's spell. Even if he chases him for thousands of miles, he cannot touch him.

He was very clever and unwilling to be mired in worldly affairs.

Life in the temple was monotonous: eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, meditating and seeking enlightenment, and relieving people's worries...

The days are numbered.

Perhaps if he stayed in the temple, he would become a great monk and elevate the wisdom of the entire temple to a new level.

However... this only applies to the human world.

Not enough, not enough...

He was already intelligent enough to see more of the truth of this world.

He already has enough wisdom and good fortune; all he needs is an empowerment.

He needs the support of the times and those with higher perspectives to empower him so that he can complete the transformation from quantitative to qualitative change.

Reaching the other shore of ultimate bliss, one will wield boundless wisdom and become immortal.

So he entered the world.

Over the years, he has traveled far and wide, witnessed the hardships of humanity, seen the petty scheming of the world, and even glimpsed the hidden realms of immortals.

He had already become aware of the general trend of the world.

As the Qian Yuan Qi waned, the Blood-Clad Army displayed its strength for a time…

The Mandate of Heaven resides in the North, and Bei Lie is the lord who protects the Heavenly Realm.

This is a top-down transformation of heaven and earth, a turning point between humanity and the divine.

The world is unified, and the Great Emperor ascends the throne.

He needs to seize this opportunity to fulfill his destiny.

Therefore, he started with the Blood-Clad Army, using Du Yun'an as a medium, and gradually gained control of the Blood-Clad Army, casting a crucial card at a critical moment.

only……

Tian Hong's sudden departure disrupted his plans.

The rise of the new Qian Yuan dynasty and the power behind it are simply unbelievable.

Throughout history, you won't find another country like this, which hasn't made a single wrong step and is incredibly resilient.

The world of card games is in chaos.

He never expected this.

The Blood-Clad Monarch, who had already left the stage, was able to sever his head.

How can this be? !
The exceptionally talented Bu Chen was no match for him.

What is Wang Huai?!

Wang Huai was just an ordinary person who was a bit stronger!

Born into humble circumstances, one is merely an insignificant pawn in the torrent of fate.

One of the foolish and incompetent masses...

Why? !

why? !

Could such a person break his magic and sever his head?!

Its head rolled twice on the ground, and it stared in terror at the murderous demon lord.

"No!"

"Brother Wang, he's not dead yet!"

Even Bu Chen was stunned.

There is a difference in size between ordinary people and cultivators, almost like a dimensional gap.

This level of strength is already considered top-tier among cultivators.

Even without anger, one is still at a disadvantage and has no way to break his teachings.

He never expected that Wang Huai would actually sever his head.

However, the shock was only momentary. He quickly recovered and kept shouting at Wang Huai.

"drink!"

Then, with a furious shout, the Buddha image behind him opened its large hand seal and smashed down on the head of the unjust person.

Injustice can bring great fortune and powerful methods.

Even so, he was not dead.

The headless body stood upright in place, without spilling a single drop of blood.

In a flash, a figure appeared in front of the head and pulled it into his arms.

A spell that defines distance is activated.

Bu Chen's attack landed in mid-air, unable to get close to his mangled body.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

His face was contorted with rage, all traces of the peace he had shown when they first met gone.

It was as if it were a shout, driving its body forward.

He never wanted to face Wang Huai again.

"Come die!"

"Come die!"

Wang Huai, like a vengeful ghost, chased after him from behind.

Blood was still seeping from the cavity in his chest.

It was even more terrifying than the evil spirits that crawled out of the underworld.

Just then, a glimmer of light shone from the dome, auspicious light lingered, and the sky was filled with colorful radiance.

Its daybreak?
Do not!
Above the sky, surrounded by auspicious light, one could vaguely see countless magnificent and sublime beings.

Bu Chen, who had chased after him, trembled, feeling a surge of reverence welling up from his very soul.

The violent emotions suddenly vanished at that moment, and it seemed as if there were chantings of Buddhist scriptures in my ears, and my heart was filled with peace and tranquility.

"thump!"

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

"Disciple Buzhi greets the Bodhisattva."

This is a figure enshrined in a temple.

It is a being that is neither angry nor respectful.

The injustice that had been fleeing ahead also trembled. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and some memories buried deep in his soul seemed to surface. He too knelt on the ground: "This disciple is unworthy, I beg the Bodhisattva for mercy."

"Humph!"

Only one person remained standing!
A terrifying sense of oppression seemed to emanate from the dome, a powerful force capable of destroying everything.

but……

Wang Huai remained standing, not even glancing at the person on the dome.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a murderous aura.

He disrespected neither heaven and earth nor gods, demons, immortals, or Buddhas; he was only loyal to his own ideals.

He caught up with the injustice, raised his broadsword high, and prepared to kill him.

"Wait a minute!"

The next moment, ethereal sounds echoed in Wang Huai's ears.

He felt as if those two short words carried the weight of countless mountains, trying to freeze him in place and prevent him from moving.

Wang Huai trembled twice, and suddenly blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his arms were still trembling slightly, and his muscles were bulging all over.

They wanted to cut him down, to kill him completely.

A majestic voice echoed from the dome, seemingly close yet distant: "Sinners, do you know your sins?"

Bu Gong shuddered, his body arching further as he clutched his head, and both mouths uttered in unison, "Disciple has forgotten to cultivate the root of Buddhist teachings, manipulated power, and violated the precepts against greed and delusion. Disciple knows his sins."

The person in the dome nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Follow me to the Pure Land, to meet the Buddha, and to have your sins punished."

With unwavering devotion, he said, "I will humbly obey the Bodhisattva's decree."

Bu Chen knelt on the ground, her brows slightly furrowed.

However, at that moment, he heard a series of gritted teeth: "The evil monk has lured demons, tempted patriots, hindered the unification of the country, and committed countless acts of killing." Wang Huai was not stupid.

Du Yun'an, that fat pig, knows very well his own weight, his talent, and his magnanimity.

It's simply impossible to gather such a large force, unite these resistance forces, and seize power.

To establish such a new Great Qi.

He always found this somewhat strange.

Having witnessed the unfair methods used today, he clearly understands now.

On the surface, Du Yun'an is not worth mentioning.

The key issue is probably the injustice behind it.

He was frozen in place, his muscles aching, but he gritted his teeth, completely ignoring the magnificent dome, and coldly questioned, "Why not let the victims and the people judge us, instead of letting the Buddha punish us?!"

"What kind of logic is this?!"

"What kind of suffering is he going to endure?!"

"How would I know what the punishment would be?!"

"Kakaka!"

The bones rubbing together produced a series of teeth-grinding clicking sounds.

Wang Huai forced his head back, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at the celestial being of faith, seated atop the clouds amidst auspicious light and mist.

"The world is in chaos, the ruler is incompetent, the officials are corrupt, the people are displaced and starving. Why do you not descend with your divine powers to punish the wicked?"

"And now, a mere wicked monk has been born into this world?!"

Wang Huai glared at the sky, blood flowing freely, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You're being unfair!"

"Forehead……"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Bu Chen was completely stunned.

What is Brother Wang talking about?!

That's a Bodhisattva! That's a compassionate deity worshipped by all people!
"kindness?"

Upon hearing this, the being in the dome paused for a moment, merely raising an eyebrow slightly, without offering any explanation to Wang Huai.

The next instant, terrifying pressure surged in like a landslide and a tsunami.

The immense pressure crashed against Wang Huai's body like a waterfall, trying to force him to kneel.

However, he always held his broadsword, glaring angrily at the sky, standing tall and unyielding.

"You're being unfair!!!"

"You're being unfair!!!"

His body was covered in wounds and blood was everywhere, but he still stood stubbornly upright, roaring at the dome, his voice echoing through the heavens.

"Roar!!!"

The next instant, bursts of dragon roars and furious cries suddenly came from the north.

An incredibly fast, jet-black streak of light swept across the sky and arrived at the dome of the Grand Marshal's Mansion in the blink of an eye.

An ominous aura filled the air, and dark clouds loomed overhead.

Disaster, misfortune... a terrifying atmosphere is spreading.

In an instant, all the pressure that had been pressing on Wang Huai dissipated.

The foul black mist stained the auspicious light on the horizon.

Amidst the dense, dark clouds, the chilling roar of a dragon echoed through the air.

The sky was split in two.

Half of it was the Bodhisattva, bathed in countless rays of light, auspicious glow, and almost majestic and sublime.

Half of it was shrouded in dark clouds, with black mist crisscrossing and lightning swirling around.

The situation changed abruptly, exceeding everyone's expectations.

"Brother!"

Immediately afterwards, a frantic voice rang out.

A figure emerged from the dark mist.

He had dragon horns on his head, his arms were covered with jet-black dragon scales, and his dragon claws gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with an uncontrollable rage and frenzy.

His body was entangled by endless resentment, and only his face showed traces of his handsome appearance when he was alive.

Mingchen!

"Kill him!"

He stood out of nowhere amidst the dark clouds, a knife held in his dragon claws, his tyrannical eyes showing no trace of subservience or humility, the blade pointing directly at the celestial spirit within the auspicious light and mist.

Time was of the essence, and this was the first time he had borrowed a method so powerfully and for such a long time, in a comprehensive manner.

Mingchen knew that Wang Huai was devoted to the Blood-Clad Army. If he left home and went south, his only target would be the capital of the new Great Qi, Xinhe City.

So he borrowed the fastest speed weapon, Black Dragon, and sped all the way from Wang Huai's house to here.

He's getting quite irritable and out of control right now.

He had too little information to know what had happened, but he unconditionally supported his brother.

Since the Blood-Clad Army breached Yueyang City.

Mingchen rarely encountered these legendary immortals and gods again.

Before him stood a Bodhisattva, whom he remembered... was called Huiji Bodhisattva, a deity in the Buddhist faith of this world.

However, Mingchen was not without anger and injustice, and clearly had no respect for him whatsoever.

His gaze remained unreserved as he scrutinized the person before him.

Amidst the golden auspicious light, a person of indistinguishable gender sat atop white clouds. They had fair skin, human-like features, and earlobes that reached their shoulders. They held a jade disc in their hand, their brows and eyes always lowered, their gaze filled only with pity and compassion.

It's unclear whether it's real or an illusion.

High above, ethereal and distant.

“What the virtuous person said makes sense.”

Mingchen's sudden appearance shattered everyone's expectations.

Including the Bodhisattva with the dazzling divine light on the dome.

He twirled his fingers, nodded slightly to Mingchen, and uttered a simple sentence.

Immediately afterwards, the figure vanished without a trace.

They practically fled, disappearing without a word or any unnecessary movements.

……

Holding his head, kneeling on the ground, he was completely stunned by the injustice.

Didn't we say we would take him to the Pure Land and have the Buddha punish his sins?

So much has happened today, and things are changing too fast.

The series of ups and downs left him somewhat disoriented by the world around him.

The light gradually faded, and darkness once again enveloped the earth.

His headless body was obscured by a robust shadow.

He looked up in a daze, only to see the demon lord who had destroyed his Buddhist heart.

Through the hole in his chest, he could glimpse the eerie calamity that was coming from the sky, riding on dark clouds.

All the stress is gone.

Wang Huai would not stop; he was unwilling to let criminals be judged by others.

He needed to give an explanation to the millions of blood-clad soldiers and his brothers who trusted him.

The headless body clutched its own head, its face filled with terror. Stared at by those bloodshot eyes, all its magic seemed to vanish, its power gone. It looked as weak as a mere child, pleadingly crying out, "No, I am..."

His wisdom is still not fully developed.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared.

The voice abruptly stopped.

His entire body was split in two.

Fresh blood gushed out relentlessly.

The head I was holding in my arms was making a series of cracking sounds.

Like a watermelon, it broke in two, and yellow and white contents spilled all over the ground.

This time, he really died.

A gentle breeze dispersed the dark clouds on the horizon.

Dawn will eventually break through the dark night sky.

As the first rays of sunlight shone down, the once magnificent Grand Marshal's Mansion in Xinhe City was now nothing but ruins.

Bu Chen stood up blankly, somewhat bewildered by the changing situation.

Originally, he came south with Wang Huai to deal with the blood-stained remnants of the army, but unexpectedly, injustice, Bodhisattva, Mingchen... appeared one after another, which was completely beyond his comprehension.

Not far from him, the one who had instigated the chaos had been cut in two.

The figure holding a large sword stood tall with its head held high. There was a gruesome hole in its chest, and its body was covered in wounds from which blood was still oozing.

"Big brother!"

(End of this chapter)