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

Chapter 375 You can escape the monk, but you can't escape the temple.
"Uncle, this...this..."

At Wang Huai's house, a beautiful and gentle woman trembled, her eyes filled with tears, and she fainted on the spot.

The young man beside her paid no attention to his mother; he knelt on the ground in a daze, his pupils dilated, speechless.

My father had faked his death to escape... but I never expected that he still couldn't escape.

He had been restless these past few days, and Mingchen's attitude whenever they met gave him a sense of foreboding.

Now, it has finally come true.

"Your father is tired, which may not be a bad thing for him."

He has wronged you, so please don't resent him.

Mingchen patted him on the shoulder and took out a letter, handing it to Wang Hongbo: "From now on, go live in Jiqu. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want to learn... you can come and find me."

Wang Huai left a letter for Mingchen.

Naturally, a letter was also left for the child.

If it weren't for his wife and children, Wang Huai would have left even more decisively.

There weren't many things in this world that he cared about.

The boy took the letter but did not open it. Instead, he reached out and gently stroked his father's face.

He knew his father was not happy after faking his death; he often saw him with a furrowed brow and sighing day and night.

As Mingchen said, life and death may not be the most important thing at times.

Perhaps for Wang Huai himself, this is not a bad thing.

Wang Hongbo looked at his father quietly.

"Uncle, was my father a hero?"

After a while, he raised his head and looked intently into Mingchen's eyes.

He did not ask Wang Huai what he had experienced or how he died.

They did not inquire about what had happened or the situation in the South.

They did not ask Mingchen how he planned to help the mother and child.

Instead, they asked such a vague question.

"Of course!"

Mingchen met his gaze and nodded matter-of-factly: "Your father represents a kind of power; he is a hero."

Wang Huai did many wrong things.

Stirring up trouble, causing chaos, and creating countless acts of killing.

There are still people cursing him, and there are still people who resent him.

But he is a hero.

With a single call, he awakened the courage of those mired in chaos, leading them to change the world.

He stood up for the masses, he instilled courage in countless oppressed people, and he left a mark on the torrent of history.

A symbol called 'Rebellion'.

How can one not be a hero?

At least that's what Mingchen thinks.

"Uncle... thank you."

Large tears welled up in his eyes. Wang Hongbo clenched his fists, forced a smile, and bowed to Mingchen.

Father has left.

From now on, he will be the pillar of the family, and he needs to protect his father's dignity.

Mingchen remained silent, only gently patting his shoulder: "I'm leaving."

"Uncle, please forgive me for not seeing you off further!"

Mingchen turned his back and simply waved his hand casually.

"father……"

Only after Mingchen and Buchen walked out the door did a sorrowful cry come from behind them.

No matter how sensible they are, they are still just children.

The deceased depart in sorrow, and the living will grieve for them.

……

"Mingchen, what exactly do you want to do?"

After leaving Wang Huai's house, Mingchen did not head north to the northern border where the war situation was urgent.

Instead, they headed south in the exact opposite direction.

The campfire burned brightly at night.

The little monk leaned against the luggage and fell asleep peacefully.

Bu Chen frowned and asked Ming Chen.

On that rainy day, Mingchen's joking remark, "Let's kill a few gods and Buddhas for fun," kept echoing in his mind.

He was somewhat uneasy; it didn't seem like a joke.

Mingchen... surely he wouldn't be that crazy, right?

Mingchen smiled upon hearing this, the firelight dancing in his eyes: "What do I want to do?"

"Monk, didn't I tell you?"

Wang Huai seemed to have long harbored the will to die.

The Blood-Clad Army disbanded, his like-minded brothers and friends died, and he seemed to have lost his way to live.

Death seemed to be an easy thing for him.

Wang Huai himself had already accepted his death with equanimity.

but!

Mingchen was unhappy from beginning to end.

He felt a knot in his chest and his thoughts were not clear.

This can't just end like this!
As luck would have it, that strange and unjust monk, and that bodhisattva who appeared on the roof of the marshal's mansion, ran right into his line of fire.

Since the Bodhisattva fled in panic, it proves that he had the chips to get to the card table.

Along the way, he needed to find an outlet for his frustration.

Those high-ranking chess players in the province all thought he was made of clay.

They thought they had settled things by casually throwing away a pawn.

"No...you really want to slay gods and Buddhas?"

On the night of the upheaval at the Marshal's Mansion, Bu Chen certainly gained some experience.

The Bodhisattva of faith descended to earth, but... his beliefs were somewhat inconsistent with them.

A conflict arises between faith and belief.

He was actually on Wang Huai's side.

If the wrongdoing is committed in the secular world, then it should rightfully be judged by the secular world.

Of course, it wasn't so sharp and direct, pointing directly at the injustice done to the Bodhisattva.

Later, Mingchen suddenly appeared and directly attacked the deity he believed in.

The aloof Bodhisattva suddenly relented and disappeared so quickly... it was as if he were running away.

Bu Chen dared not have any presumptuous thoughts about faith.

However, I do have many doubts in my mind.

"Correct!"

Bu Chen twitched the corner of her mouth, looking at this whimsical fellow: "This... how is this possible?"

This person is strange and unusual, as if he was born without any sense of awe.

Wang Huai's death was indeed tragic, but we can't let our emotions cloud our judgment and fight recklessly!

What's the point of Mingchen doing all this?
"Let alone whether you can truly defeat those immortals and Buddhas who possess boundless wisdom and great blessings."

You can't find them anywhere!

The monks in the temple were extremely devout, praying, kneeling, meditating, and chanting Buddhist scriptures every day.

Have you ever seen even the slightest manifestation of the Buddha?

Legend has it that at the end of the endless sea in the southwest lies the shore of wisdom, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

There are the Supreme Buddha, three Buddhas, four Bodhisattvas, thirty-two Buddhas, eight hundred Arhats, three thousand Jiedi... and countless celestial monks.

When one attains enlightenment and spiritual connection, virtue, wisdom, and blessings have reached perfection. Only then can one see the path to ultimate bliss and be free from the suffering of birth and death.

"Can't find it?" "Who says I can't find it?"

Mingchen raised an eyebrow; the person behind the Northern Emperor was indeed difficult to find.

Because the Northern Emperor was a hero and a wise ruler.

Mingchen didn't want to humiliate him with underhanded tactics. They each used their own abilities to determine the winner head-on, with the victor taking all the credit and the loser accepting the outcome.

Whoever wins, their position is secure.

However, gods and Buddhas are different.

The senior monk was taken aback, rubbed his hands together, and leaned closer to him excitedly: "You have a way to reach the other side of bliss?"

Mingchen shook his head: "I can't help it, and there's no need to go through all that trouble."

"What about you?"

Mingchen watched the campfire burn quietly and said in a calm voice, "Monk, don't you know the saying, 'You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple'?"

Mingchen's expression remained calm, but a chill inexplicably crept into his heart despite his lack of anger.

He forced a smile and asked dryly, "What do you mean?"

"It means that I traveled south all the way!"

"Exterminate the monks!"

Mingchen turned to look at him, his deep gaze piercing straight to the heart: "Along the way, all the temples were destroyed, the monks were fighting and killing each other, and all the gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Dharma protectors that were worshipped... all these Buddha statues were destroyed!"

There are three more countries to the south of Qian Yuan.

These three countries, neither too big nor too small, have been relatively stable in recent years and have not been involved in the major changes in the Central Plains, so their presence is extremely low.

The territory was not large; each country was only about the size of two or three prefectures in the Qian Yuan era.

Mingchen's plan was to wait for the war between the two countries to end before going down to either offer amnesty or kick him to the curb.

Buchen is from a country in the southwest called Yuzhu, where Buddhism is highly revered.

The Dharma King has reached a point where he is greater than the King of Men.

It is said to be the closest place to the other side of paradise.
Mingchen abandoned his journey north and headed directly south, heading straight for the foundation of their faith.

He really had no way to go to some blissful other shore and meet all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

But he can flip the table and force the other person to meet him, finding an outlet for his frustrated feelings.

If the other side really acts like a coward and doesn't come out, then Mingchen's journey of annihilating monks can be considered a way to vent his anger.

If Mingchen were to flip the table like that, and even Buddha didn't intervene to stop him...

That means this faith has come to an end.

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chen was greatly shocked and stood up abruptly.

He looked at Mingchen with a serious expression: "Mingchen, you're not joking with me, are you?"

The night was dark, and the campfire crackled and burned, illuminating Mingchen's handsome face, half of it bright, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.

He felt that Mingchen was somewhat unfamiliar at this moment.

He angrily questioned Mingchen, "Those monks are all innocent people. Those temples are places of quiet cultivation. They spend their days practicing meditation and seeking enlightenment. What wrong did they do? What did they do to offend you? Why are they suffering this undeserved calamity?"

"Ha~"

Mingchen merely scoffed: "The world is swept along by the tide, and countless innocent people have died unjustly. Aren't the soldiers in blood-stained clothes who died on the battlefield, instigated by injustice, also innocent people?"

"Aren't those who suffer from the oppression of the Great Qi, broken families, and poverty innocent people?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"..."

The head monk was speechless, unsure of what to say in rebuttal to Mingchen.

Mingchen was known for his eloquence, and the abbot knew he couldn't win an argument with him.

But he knew that what the other party was doing was absolutely wrong.

Mingchen has gone a bit crazy.

"Zhi!"

The senior monk drew his nine-ringed broadsword and pointed it directly at Mingchen's face: "Mingchen, I misjudged you!"

Although Mingchen is eccentric, acts unpredictably, and is unconventional and irrational, seemingly vicious and ruthless, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

However, Buchen felt that he should be a savior of the world, a person of great wisdom and talent, and that what he should pursue was to cut off the decay and create a pure and happy land.

The turmoil and strife are temporary, and the monk firmly believes that Mingchen can guide this chaotic world toward peace.

He could see that the people of Qian Yuan in the southwest lived in peace and prosperity, a tranquil haven amidst the chaos. This was the world that Ming Chen longed for, and it was also the scene that Bu Chen was happy to see.

That's why he decided to disobey his master's advice and join Qian Yuan's camp, getting involved in worldly affairs and matters concerning the nation.

However, now, Mingchen has become so ruthless, implicating so many innocent people, all to lure out that supreme being and seek revenge.

This was completely different from the Mingchen he remembered.

He dared not say whether the gods and Buddhas were wrong.

But he knew that Mingchen must be wrong.

"Stop it, don't push me too far."

You misjudged me?

Mingchen raised an eyebrow. "Monk, do you really think you've seen through me? Do you really know what kind of person I am?"

His voice trailed off.

The next instant, an invisible wind blew, and a violent, ominous aura spread.

The terrifying pressure weighed on Bu Chen, making it hard for him to breathe.

Looking at Mingchen again, his entire demeanor had changed drastically.

It's always been strange that he doesn't get angry.

Mingchen clearly has never cultivated and has no magical power whatsoever, so why does he possess such immense strength?

The dragon-scaled hand gently grasped the tip of the monk's knife, and the vertical pupils reflected the monk's furrowed brows: "It is I who should say this, monk. We have known each other for a while, so stop. Don't force me."

The abbot has always been a steadfast person.

Once he has determined right from wrong, he will not change his mind no matter what kind of opponent he faces.

He was willing to die for his cause.

If your strength and magic are inferior, then you lose, and there's nothing more to say.

If one retreats or becomes fearful, it means that the heart of self-cultivation has died, or one is like a walking corpse, never to find sincerity again.

Seeing Mingchen's overwhelming aura, he did not back down, but lowered his eyes and looked at him pleadingly: "Mingchen, is it really necessary to do this?"

In his view, the matter was over once the injustice was quelled by Wang Huai.

The Bodhisattva's handling of injustice may have some flaws, but ultimately... the Buddhas and spirits on the other side of bliss, possessing great wisdom, are unrelated to this matter.

Those monks and monasteries who suffered unjustly were even less involved in this matter.

The senior monk had not yet glimpsed the higher dimensions and still did not understand the fundamental principles of power dynamics in this world.

Mingchen knew what he was thinking, but he did not know what Mingchen was thinking.

Mingchen simply said, "I insist!"

"you!"

Mingchen stared intently at the head monk, as if looking through the monk's eyes at another being: "I know you have someone behind you."

"The person behind you can probably hear my voice too."

“I don’t know which Buddha, but I don’t want this matter to end like this. If you think I have the face to do this, and the grievance has its source and the debtor its debtor, please send someone out to take responsibility and give me an explanation.”

"If you think there isn't one, then I, Ming, will make this trip south."

"kindness?"

The head monk was taken aback, listening to Mingchen's rambling words and feeling somewhat bewildered.

Does he have someone backing him?
Who is behind him?

However, at that moment, a surge of energy that penetrated deep into the soul suddenly burst forth.

He shuddered and collapsed to the ground, as if in a daze, losing consciousness and falling into a dreamlike state.

at the same time,

"Amitabha!"

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the cold night.

The little monk, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, and his eyes shone brightly, as if they had traveled through countless ages, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that were beyond his years.

The bald-headed man stepped forward, smiled at Mingchen, held a Buddhist salute with one hand, and bowed slightly: "Good sir, this humble monk greets you."

(End of this chapter)