As a traitor, I should raise the banner of rebellion

'In Buddhist texts, the so-called Buddha is a legendary person of great wisdom, great compassion and great power.'

'Of course, this is just empty talk.'

"In fact, there is only one standard for Buddha—"

'That is a person who does not release death energy when he dies.'

!!!

When death and the soul disintegrate, won’t death energy be released?

'How can this be! '

This was Yuanhui's subconscious thought.

The desire for survival is an instinct rooted in the genes of living things. Even the bravest and most aware creatures will feel a genuine fear of death when it comes.

This is the cause of [death energy].

If you want to avoid generating death energy, then you must be someone who will not be shaken at all even when death comes.

Such a person, if he really existed, would be worthy of being called a "Buddha".

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Tamamonomae understood Genki's reaction very well, "but it is indeed the truth."

'This is not only what the Buddha's disciples claimed, but it has also been repeatedly verified over the past two thousand years.'

There must be more than one monster like "Know-It-All Wu-kun" that can answer questions.

'However, apart from that Lord Shakya, there has not been a single successful case.'

'But people's pursuit of Buddha has never been extinguished.'

'Not only that, it has even become more and more popular in recent years.'

Blue Star is beyond saving.

Too much death energy has accumulated on this blue planet, making this planet that gave birth to human beings so overwhelmed.

This is something that almost all senior people have to recognize.

No matter how reluctant they are, they now have to promote the development of aerospace technology and find the next habitable home in this vast starry sky.

But the problem is, regardless of whether it can be found or not, even if it is found, who can guarantee that it is different from the current Blue Planet and is not a planet that has been polluted by death?

Even if its pollution is not as serious as that of the Blue Planet, after humans transform it and live there for a period of time, the concentration of dead air in its body may reach a threshold, forcing humans at that time to flee there again...

It is impossible for humans to escape like this forever.

If you want to live and work in peace and contentment, the generation of [dead air] will always be a problem that needs to be solved urgently.

More importantly, humans do have a solution to this problem.

More than two thousand years ago, a wise man set such a precedent and became the "Buddha".

In this case, it is actually a very normal thing for people in later generations to strive to follow the path of this sage and want to master the essence of not producing dead air after death.

'The Konoe family is one of them. As the most trusted family of Emperor Konoe, they have been pursuing the legendary path of Buddha for hundreds of years.'

If we look at it from the perspective of humanity, exploring ways to prevent the production of death energy is undoubtedly a good thing.

But smelling the bloody and burnt smell in the air, Yuan Hui had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Xiaoyu, what conditions must be met to enter the [Kirsukuri Train]?" Yuanhui asked in his mind.

'The first condition is, of course, [taking the train within Sakurajima].' Tamamonomae did not keep it secret from Genki this time, 'The second condition is [being an ordinary person who would not attract attention even if he disappeared].'

'Old people abandoned by their children in nursing homes, children abandoned by their parents in orphanages, middle-aged people forced to lose their jobs and end up on the streets, prostitutes cheated of their money and sex by scumbags, bachelors who go to big cities to do odd jobs...'

"Those who would not be surprised if they disappeared at any time are the ones who have the honor of being chosen by the [Kiragi Train] and taking it to the [Paradise]. "

I don’t know if it was Yuanhui’s illusion, but when the word "Paradise" came out of Tamamonomae’s mouth, he only felt a deep sense of irony.

Yuanhui himself naturally does not meet this standard.

Apart from anything else, if he disappeared, not to mention Mizukami Kana, Kujo Rin, Akinomiya Yui and Morikami Nozomi would probably be able to search Sakurajima all over.

Besides, as the destined Judas, he may be one of the people in the world who is farthest away from the word "ordinary person".

In other words, did Tamamonomae use her ability?

"Well, the Kisaragi Train is about to arrive. It would be better for you to see this place with your own eyes rather than me telling you about it."

Sure enough, after a moment.

Woo! ——

A loud whistle sounded and the train slowed down significantly.

This abnormal behavior undoubtedly increased the panic of the people in the car.

Finally, with a sudden pause, this old-fashioned train just stopped.

The train door slowly opened with a harsh sound like chalk rubbing against a blackboard.

Outside the train carriage, a group of monks were smiling very kindly at the people in the carriage.

"Amitabha." The leading monk chanted a Buddhist name to the confused passengers, and then made a 'please' gesture.

"Since you are able to board this train, you are naturally the chosen ones with wisdom."

"Then please follow me."

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Those chosen by [Kusurugi Train] are naturally ordinary people.

Although I had already sensed the weirdness and ill intentions of these monks.

But in such a situation where the situation was stronger than them, they could only do as they were told with trepidation.

Yuanhui did not do anything irrational, but just got off the train with other passengers.

It is impossible for the Kisaragi Train to have only one carriage.

After everyone gathered together, Yuanhui roughly counted the number of people and found that there were almost hundreds of people abducted by the [Kirsukuri Train] this time.

Everyone's face was filled with anxiety and fear.

Especially after seeing the surrounding scenery.

The area around the station is desolate and wild.

Looking around, all you can see are rolling hills and lush trees.

It's that kind of very standard wilderness where no one would know if you were buried here.

Surrounded by monks, this group of innocent passengers walked in silence on a trampled road.

Like sheep being escorted by a pack of wolves.

It's not that no one tried to resist, but those monks were not unarmed, and they seemed to have no reservations about using violence against these "intelligent people".

After a little commotion, only a few blood-red marks were left on the ground.

At this time, Yuanhui finally understood how the harsh environment inside the Rusukiri train came about.

After walking for about ten minutes, the long road suddenly stopped extending.

Right in front of everyone, the mountains had their skin and flesh peeled off, revealing the pale "flesh and bones" underneath.

This is a temple.

This is really a very strange temple. Although it is quite large in scale, the first thing that attracts you when you see it is the huge mountain wall.

This temple was built right under the mountain wall. In addition to the ordinary temple, it also had a large attic built close to the mountain wall.

Why stick to the mountain wall?

This is the question that everyone will ask in their mind when seeing this spectacular attic.

When the monks led the group into the attic, everyone had the answer in their hearts.

The attic is not separated from the rock wall by any concrete wall or anything like that.

On the contrary, they used this wide rock wall and carved out many one-meter square grids on it, equipped with thick iron doors with serial numbers marked on them.

Some of these grids were open, while others were tightly covered, and faint noises could be heard from them.

After seeing these grids, the crowd became agitated again.

But such riots were soon suppressed by the monks again.

They were like door-to-door couriers, bringing these innocent passengers to empty compartments and forcing them in regardless of their cries and pleas.

When one level is full, go up to the next level.

Soon, it was Yuanhui's turn.

As if somewhat surprised by the boy's appearance, the monk who brought him here looked at him with jealousy, then pointed at the empty box in front of the boy with a smile on his face.

"You have two choices now."

He held up a finger.

"First, it's you..."

Yuan Hui ignored him halfway through his words and crouched down and went in by himself.

The strange smile on the man's face froze.

If I get angry, the other party will cooperate; if I don't get angry, I always feel uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable and can only curse inwardly, then close the iron cover and hang the bolt.

This is just the first level.

When you taste the later levels, I’ll see if you can still maintain this calm look!

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……

The grid is extremely narrow.

people inside.

Can't stand up.

I can't lie down.

I can't straighten my legs.

I can't open my hands.

All external sounds and light sources are isolated by thick rock layers and iron covers.

In the absence of light and sound, human senses desperately seek out all kinds of stimulation.

however.

I could only hear my own breathing and heartbeat becoming increasingly rapid.

I felt my curled up limbs gradually stiffen and become numb.

In addition, there was a pungent and disgusting odor. This odor came from a small bucket, and there was no need to explain what it was used for in this cramped cage.

Yuanhui didn't care about the smell.

When he was on missions in his previous life, he had experienced environments that were hundreds of times worse than this.

But if it were an ordinary person...

In the mouths of those monks, this is a place called the "meditation room".

According to them, people like Yuanhui who are "blessed" and "intelligent" can meditate here to tap into the wisdom in their hearts.

But no matter how fancy the words are, they cannot conceal the fact that this is a dark prison specially used to detain and torture people.

The monks did not search them.

They have no interest in the money of these people at all.

For them, these talents are the most valuable assets.

In other words, experimental materials.

In this deathly darkness, Yuan Hui thought silently in his heart -