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Chapter 305 The Soaked Monk
Hearing that the King of Wuji would celebrate Nirvana with his people on the day of Nirvana, the monk quickened his pace, hoping to see the ageless king in the capital on that day.

The monk Dayuan was in a great hurry to "send" the King of Wuji Kingdom to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

The monk, who aspired to great things, even considered abandoning those by the roadside and going alone to meet the King of Wuji Kingdom.

As night fell, while everyone else lay down to sleep, the monk secretly got up and headed towards the capital of Wuji Kingdom.

Three days later, in the capital of Wuji Kingdom, the entire city gathered to celebrate the Nirvana Festival.

The celebrations in the border town consisted of killing chickens, but in the capital of the Kingdom of Wuji, the festive atmosphere was incredibly lively, with everyone holding a basin of water and splashing water on others, soaking them.

In the past, Manjushri Bodhisattva was submerged in water for three days and three nights, and the King of Wuji was submerged at the bottom of a well for three years. This practice of soaking others has evolved into the custom of splashing water on others during the Nirvana Festival.

The more water someone is splashed with, the more soaked they become, the more it means that this person is favored by the Buddha and Bodhisattvas, just like their king.

The Nirvana Festival is celebrated for three days, but the King of Wuji only appears on the first day.

As soon as the monk Dayuan stepped into the city gate of the capital, he was drenched in a basin of water by passersby.

"What a handsome monk!"

The monk Dayuan struggled to walk through the streets and alleys of the capital. Everyone who saw him wanted to splash him with water, and the water pouring down on his head distorted his vision.

The monk was soaked through, his skin saturated with moisture.

The soaking wet monk Dayuan was even more alluring, and men, women, and children vied to splash water on him.

"..."

A jet of water shot towards the monk Dayuan, who looked up at the source of the water.

An elephant was spraying water at him.

Elephants carry people, and royal guards stand at their feet.

"It's the princess's blessing!!"

It was a princess, not the king the monk was looking for. The monk quickly moved away.

The monk knew he was handsome and that he was sure the princess would notice him.

The monk immediately made an emergency retreat.

His shoes got wet, so the monk took them off and walked barefoot in the water.

The city's residents kept splashing water, causing flooding in the streets and alleys, with water reaching above ankle level.

"It's a princess!"

The monk tried to avoid the princess, but he found that he couldn't escape her.

The Kingdom of Wuji has too many princesses, and on the day of Nirvana Festival, the princesses ride elephants through the capital and splash water on the people.

"How many princesses are there exactly?"

The monk subconsciously activated his magnetic field senses, and he instantly perceived that there were more than a hundred princesses moving around in various places.

If the ageless King of Wuji lives on, he will father many children. And seeing the people's reaction, the princesses will marry, with the Nirvana Festival being the best opportunity to become prince consorts.

The King of Wuji was pleased with this.

"Ha, the Water Splashing Festival."

The monk was startled. He turned around and saw someone splashing water on the roadside.

He smoothed his soaking wet hair by the roadside and smiled at the monk.

"The Nirvana Festival is still ongoing, you haven't succeeded, have you?" the monk asked from the roadside.

"No," the monk answered honestly.

……

The King of Wuji Kingdom, looking dejected, watched his concubines splashing water on each other in the imperial garden.

He recently had a dream that kept him up at night for several nights.

He dreamt of a monk, soaking wet, looking for him, who was preparing to send him to the Western Paradise.

The monk was soaked to the bone...

The King of Wuji recalled the hardships he had endured.

He thought it was Manjushri Bodhisattva who had dreamt of him again, disguised as an ordinary monk.

But his inner feeling told the king that he was not dreaming about the past, but about what would happen in the future.

"Monk..." the King of Wuji muttered.

"Your Majesty..." "Go to Baolin Temple, I want to worship Buddha."

The King of Wuji set off in a grand procession to Baolin Temple outside the capital, the place where Tang Sanzang once stayed.

Whenever he felt uneasy, the King of Wuji would stay at Baolin Temple for a while. Looking at the statues of Tang Sanzang and his disciples enshrined in Baolin Temple would calm him down.

……

“Monk, you are looking for the King of Wuji Kingdom. Unfortunately, you have missed him.”

"Do you know where he is?" the monk asked, pointing to the roadside.

"How do you know?"

“I will inquire,” the roadside replied. “The king has gone to Baolin Temple outside the city and is not in the imperial city.”

The monk thought for a moment, then turned and left.

"Are you really going to kill someone? Aren't you going to follow the Buddhist precepts?" someone asked, chasing after the monk on the roadside.

"If you don't break the precepts, how can you keep them?"

"You killed the immortal King of Wuji Kingdom, did you think about the consequences?" someone asked by the roadside.

"I've thought about it."

“The Wuji Kingdom will be in turmoil; it may fall apart or even be destroyed,” the monk replied.

"Then wouldn't the sins you've committed be even greater?"

"But the fact that the king is alive is the greatest sin." The monk walked quickly, leaving a trail of afterimages as he left the capital of Wuji Kingdom.

The monks passed by Baolin Temple on their way here, and he knew where Baolin Temple was.

"Monk, you've gone mad."

"Yes, the King of Wuji has me bewitched."

“If I don’t send him to reincarnation, I will remain obsessed.” The monk frowned deeply.

Upon arriving at the gate of Baolin Temple, the gate was found to be tightly closed, and no one answered the monks' knocks.

The monk pushed the door open.

The temple was very quiet, and the monks sensed that something was amiss.

The monk walked past the main hall and ventured deeper into Baolin Temple, circling around several times without seeing anyone.

"Where are the monks here?" someone asked a monk by the roadside.

Baolin Temple is a large temple. Several hundred years ago, Baolin Temple had more than 500 monks. Over the centuries, Baolin Temple has been continuously expanded and can now accommodate more than 2,000 monks.

"When did the King of Wuji Kingdom arrive at Baolin Temple?" the monk asked, turning to the roadside.

"It happened this morning."

"...Thousands of monks have disappeared. Surely they weren't dragged out and beheaded?" someone said by the roadside.

"Perhaps," the monk said, heading towards the back mountain of Baolin Temple.

The monk went up the mountain barefoot, his soles covered in mud.

When he stopped, he saw the two thousand monks of Baolin Temple.

They all sat cross-legged on both sides of the stone steps leading up the mountain.

Several pagodas have been built on the back mountain of Baolin Temple, and a carefully constructed stone staircase leads to the pagodas on the mountain.

The monks closed their eyes and smiled, sitting cross-legged in meditation, but none of them seemed to have any vitality.

The magnetic field he sensed told the monks that they had died from poisoning, but he was still unwilling to accept it and used his hands to confirm it.

The monk turned to look at the roadside.

"Do you still think it was wrong for me to want to kill the King of Wuji Kingdom?"

“I never said it was wrong for you to want to kill someone,” the monk said by the roadside.

"The King of Wuji has lived too long, and he is also the ruler of a country."

"Perhaps in the heart of the king, he no longer considers himself a human being."

The monk walked up the stone steps one by one, talking as he went.

The monk looked down the stone steps and saw that none of the monks who had died by poison had resisted. It seemed that the king of Wuji Kingdom had ordered them to die, and they had all died.

(End of this chapter)