I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

Then he looked at Lian Guang, whose cloth shoes and cassock were worn out, yet he still couldn't bear to change them.

"Your Majesty... you are so frugal in your daily life."

As the young novice was marveling at this, he suddenly noticed two monks, one tall and one short, standing beside Lian Guang.

"Huh? Am I seeing things?"

"I've already planted the seed in that novice monk. Who told you not to let him go first and see me and Bodhidharma suddenly appear?"

He pretended to be a timid, sickly young monk and muttered to himself.

“It’s alright, benefactor suffering from illness.” Lian Guang smiled warmly. “That is the fate he deserves.”

"Uh……"

Humans are so hypocritical.

Even though he was suffering from illness, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by these words, so he cursed them in his heart and then stopped talking.

Soon after, Lian Guang walked unhurriedly into the vast square, then stepped up the stairs and onto the high platform built in the square.

Lian Guang shifted her gaze away from the Buddha statue behind her, which was already filled with half of its vow power.

He turned to face the plaza and temple gate, and beyond that, the hundreds of steps leading down to the foot of the mountain.

Similarly, they were looking towards the square, outside the temple gate, and the steps where countless believers had crowded together.

Lian Guang listened with a smile to the dense, beautiful sounds of prayers.

Sickness followed behind him, casting its gaze downwards—

Regardless of age, gender, or disease, everyone was kneeling before him, the instigator, with utmost devotion.

He whispered softly,

"Humans are truly a foolish creature."

"Yes, these unenlightened fools are no different from pigs. Only when you have sick and suffering benefactors can you squeeze every last drop of value out of them."

Lian Guang replied calmly, then raised her hands, ensuring her voice echoed throughout the temple the moment the bell stopped ringing.

"quiet!"

After the crowd fell silent, he revealed a compassionate smile and continued speaking loudly.

"Because of the patrons' unwavering faith, Amitabha Buddha was moved and today bestowed the grace of Buddha that can heal 152 people!"

A warm Buddhist light emanated from Lian Guang's body, complementing the Buddha statue with its raised palm behind her, making her seem like a compassionate Buddha incarnate.

Lian Guang clasped her hands together.

"Namo Amitabha."

Immediately, a deafening chorus of prayers erupted.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Next, Lian Guang stepped back a few steps, letting Bing Ku, the "pure little novice monk who received the Buddha's grace," stand in front, and "earnestly" pointed out the healed person from the crowd.

The patient pointed randomly: "This benefactor, please come forward!"

Below, the woman who was holding the boy who had been unconscious and feverish for several days immediately showed a look of wild joy, and scrambled up the steps to the sick man.

The woman held the boy high in her arms, kowtowed heavily, and couldn't help but shed tears of relief.

"Please, Master, bestow upon me the Buddha's grace!"

"Don't worry, benefactor." The ailing child extended a finger that emitted a fluorescent glow and smiled reassuringly, "With the grace of Amitabha Buddha, your child will surely be safe and sound."

The illness gently touched the boy's forehead, absorbing all the disease and its aftereffects.

Immediately, the boy, who was on the verge of death from a high fever, opened his eyes, sat up on his own, and mumbled to the woman, "Mother..."

The woman covered her mouth in disbelief, pulled the boy into her arms, and wept while bowing her head.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Suffering from illness: "The benefactor should not thank me, but should thank Amitabha Buddha."

The woman immediately changed her address, saying, "Amitabha! Amitabha!"

Suffering from illness, he nodded.

"Alright, next one..."

Those randomly selected were overjoyed, either alone or with their families, and walked up the steps to kneel before their suffering bodies to receive "Buddha's grace."

—He can easily cure the diseases that originated from him, and then completely heal these ordinary people.

However, at the same time, he will also turn everyone who steps forward into a new potential pathogen, and then spread the seeds so that a few ordinary people gradually become reserve members of the family.

As Lian Guang listened to the expressions of gratitude coming from below and felt the increasingly pure and profound power of the Buddha's vows, her smile became even more genuine.

By evening, the healing session for all 152 participants had finally come to an end.

Even when suffering from illness, one cannot help but show signs of fatigue.

The lotus light, which had been continuously illuminating his rising willpower from behind, supported his body, and with a wave of its sleeve,

"That concludes today's story of repaying kindness. Please descend the mountain in an orderly manner! Do not harm yourselves or others!"

No one complained.

Only those who have personally witnessed the Buddha's grace can utter the increasingly devout chant of Amitabha Buddha.

Looking down at the receding tide of people, Lian Guang recalled the greater amount of vows she had accumulated over the past week than in the previous hundred years, and sighed, "How easy it is."

“How easy it is,” Bingku smiled and repeated, “It seems that choosing to cooperate with His Majesty the Dharma Lord was indeed the right decision.”

Under the control of the Dharma Master, these humans are practically like garbage that appears and disappears on a timer.

Having stood by and watched for almost the entire afternoon, listening to their conversation and recalling the scenes he had witnessed, Bodhidharma took out the smooth wooden fish from his robes and said in a hoarse voice,

"Master, I don't quite understand."

Bodhidharma asked, "Why did I follow your advice to 'act uprightly and honestly' and 'leave room for maneuver' last time, and even though I informed that family in advance that I was going to kill them, I still spared that sensible child?"

But in the end, he hated me terribly.

Why is it that Lian Guang and Lord Bingku, by deceiving people and sparing no one, with only a little disguise, can garner such sincere gratitude and aspirations?

The wooden fish moved slightly, and a deep, mature voice came from it: "Haha! That's because you haven't realized it yet, Bodhidharma!"

Loud laughter came from the wooden fish.

"Why this is, why that is, you won't understand even if I explain it now—you'll understand when you've seen more of the world!"

Watching the crowd disperse, Lian Guang waved to him and asked, "Damo, would you like to eat vegetarian food tonight?"

"Eat, eat!"

The pain of illness whistles.

Human food is quite interesting; in comparison, the food made by his retinue is worse than garbage!

Bodhidharma clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"Then today, we will also trouble the Dharma Master."

sunset.

The Buddhas within the Pure Land True Sect have disappeared.

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"Mountain Whale Village".

Imagawa Yoshimoto repeated it again.

She pondered for two seconds, then her expression suddenly dawned on her.

The "divine craftsmanship" mentioned by the blacksmith in Junpu Castle earlier seems to be related to it.

This is something that Chejun has been thinking about for a long time.

“In that case,” Yoshimoto Imagawa suggested, “Tetsu-kun, let’s go to that village and ask.”

"it is good."

Having finally found a clue, Uesugi Tetsuya wasn't about to let it slip away.

However, due vigilance is essential.

He took out a plain spear from his storage backpack, spurred his horse, and rode up to Imagawa Yoshimoto: "Lord Yoshimoto, please follow closely behind me for the rest of the journey."

Originally dressed in the most fashionable clothes, Imagawa Yoshimoto wanted to say that it was unnecessary, but hesitated for a moment after seeing Uesugi Tetsu's serious expression.

Finally, she nodded and said, "Okay."

The brief conversation ended there, and only the sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground echoed in the night.

The village wasn't far from the mountains, maybe two or three kilometers away, so even though we made the horses slow down, we arrived near the village in just a few minutes.

Upon getting closer, Imagawa Yoshimoto exclaimed inwardly, "Why... does this village have such elaborate towers and barricades?"

Just as she was about to warn Uesugi Tetsuya, who was approaching, several arrows were immediately shot out from the village's tower.

shhhhhh!

But these arrows, though of ordinary force, were no different from feathers drifting slowly down to Uesugi Tetsuya.

He wielded his plain spear, knocking down all the incoming arrows.

Instead of getting angry, Yoshimoto Imagawa, who was targeted, showed a slight smile: "Tetsu-kun, there are still quite a few living people in this village."

—Given the current dire situation in Mikawa, she understands the act of attacking an unidentified target in the darkness.

—If those monsters were released into the village, it would be more than just a tragedy.

"stop!"

Amidst the taut sound of the bowstring, a powerful voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a bright torch appeared on the tower, illuminating a weathered, wary face and several young people whose faces were pale with tension.

The man holding the torch glanced at Uesugi Tetsuya, then abruptly stopped at Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was dressed in full protective gear behind him.

The man immediately shouted, "They are not demons! Open the door..."

"No! I'll go down and open the door myself to check if they've been infected by demons!"

After saying that, the man went down the tower, first crawling out through the gap in the thick wooden door, and then walking out through the barricades.

Uesugi Tetsu shifted his gaze from the large "Mountain Whale Village" signboard to a man holding a torch in one hand and warily drawing his katana in the other.

"I am the village chief of Yamagi Village, Goro Kujira."

With a slight inhalation of internal energy, Goro Kujira spoke, "May I ask who you two gentlemen are...?"

"Onmyoji, Che."

Uesugi Tetsu flicked a tiny bolt of lightning at Kujiro's face, startling the latter into immediately tensing up.

He said calmly, "I have a big shot from the Imagawa family behind me... This lightning can prove my identity. Let us go in first, so that demons won't take advantage of the situation, okay?"

Onmyoji... Che!?

Goro Kujira stared at the constantly leaping lightning in Tetsuo Uesugi's hand, recalling the rumors that had been discussed countless times in recent days, and thus had no doubts.

After all, how could demons possibly control heavenly lightning?

If he refuses to obey, he will probably be turned into a piece of charcoal by this thunderbolt in the next moment.

Goro immediately bowed and beckoned for his men to come down and remove the barricades.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

Under the village chief's orders, the young villagers didn't utter a single complaint or question. Instead, they efficiently moved the barriers and opened the gate, allowing Uesugi Tetsuya and his companion to lead their horses into the village.

Naturally, no dramatic incidents occurred where someone disapproved and jumped out to provoke them.

Upon entering the village, Yoshimoto Imagawa discovered that the buildings and furnishings of Yamagi Village were almost unaffected, and the villagers were actually already planning to leave the village.

Goro had already vaguely guessed the identity of this gentleman dressed in the most prestigious robes of the time, so upon noticing where Imagawa Yoshimoto's gaze was fixed, he immediately began to explain.