I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

If I let these veterans who fought together to conquer the world go and live with the tuberculosis-stricken Nagao Harutora in the future, wouldn't that be tantamount to sending themselves to death?

Therefore, there have always been factional disputes in the Nagao family.

Even if Torachiyo was forced to go to a temple to practice Buddhism, he was still the rightful heir of the Nagao family.

Therefore, in the Nagao family, Torachiyo has always had a large number of supporters since he was born, and his number even slightly exceeds that of his brother!

Every year, so many retainers advise him to return to secular life.

Torachiyo was already used to it.

"No, I am just an unknown monk now, and I have nothing to do with this world anymore."

Torachiyo made a Buddhist seal towards the ninja, then turned around and left to beg for alms.

"Young Master! The glory of the Nagao family cannot fall into the hands of Harutora-sama!!"

The ninja was still desperately chasing after him, but Torachiyo no longer wanted to pay any attention to him.

Because he suddenly realized that while he was talking to the ninja, Axue beside him had disappeared!

"——Axue?!"

Torachiyo, who had not revealed any emotional fluctuations before, suddenly showed panic and let out an indecent scream.

Even the ninja who had always been loyal to Torachiyo was stunned by this expression.

It never occurred to him.

The young master who had been as emotionless as a god since birth actually showed such a human-like side!

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PS: Ah.

After having a tooth pulled, I can’t eat any food and can only eat porridge.

very hungry.

I really want to eat strawberries.

So the update is late.

Chapter 13: The Precept of Killing

Axue stood alone in front of the low house.

This is a slum.

It was a begging location that deviated from the route originally planned by senior brother Torachiyo.

Although the five-year-old child had no hair, his unusually handsome face was out of place in this dirty slum.

The monk knocked on the door.

"Hello, benefactor. I am a monk passing by and would like to ask for alms."

No one answered, so Axue started knocking on the door of another house.

"Hello, benefactor. I am a monk from Linquan Temple. Can you give me some food?"

The guys in the slums were attracted by this dazzling-looking monk and began to whisper as they gathered not far away.

"Isn't this child the famous reincarnated spirit child from Linquan Temple?"

"They say he's the reincarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva. The last time I passed by Linquan Temple, he was already explaining Buddhism to others."

"What a pity he's blind, he was born with such a beautiful appearance for nothing!"

"Isn't Linquan Temple supposed to be so crowded with donations lately? How dare they come here to beg for alms during the Great Famine?!"

Finally, with Axue's persistent efforts, a family was willing to open the door.

"Alms? Why do you ask us for alms?"

Although Axue couldn't see, she could tell from the tone of the voice that there was something unfriendly about it.

So Axue raised her head and looked at him with her unfocused eyes.

"The Buddha came to the world to seek alms and attain Buddhahood. Although the Buddha has passed away, his alms have not yet ceased. This is an incomplete alms, waiting to be continued and completed by the Buddha's disciples in future generations."

"I don't understand the nonsense you bald asses are talking about. I'm just wondering about one thing—"

The slum guy crossed his arms and sneered.

"You have hands and feet, why don't you work hard and make a living?"

"Are you a farmer, benefactor?"

Axue asked softly.

"So what?"

"I am a farmer like you, and I also need to work hard to get a harvest."

The farmer burst into laughter immediately after hearing this. He pointed at Axue's body that had not yet fully developed and laughed.

"Really? Then tell me how you made your money. Do you think you can cheat ordinary people out of their money just by saying a few nonsense words?"

Faced with the farmer's extremely aggressive remarks, perhaps other monks who come to beg for alms will be speechless.

But Axue was different. He smiled and said:

“My life is my farmland.”

"I water the fields with repentance and meditation, and the Supreme Truth is my crop."

"What I harvest, I will share with everyone."

The poor people who were watching the show could not help but listen to this and came forward to ask, "What will happen if we get your harvest?"

When Axue heard this, she clasped her hands together.

“Those who obtain it will be liberated from the many sufferings of the world, realize the supreme truth, and ultimately attain Nirvana.”

"—They're nothing but lazy and greedy! What a hypocritical bunch! They say everything is equal in the world! But they still divide people into different levels!"

The farmer didn't have enough education to debate with Axue. He just snorted coldly and turned around to bring out a plate of food from the house.

"I'm not looking at you for alms, and I don't want to accumulate any merit! I'll just treat you as a blind beggar child and give you some food!"

"Amitabha."

Axue bowed deeply and took the dish.

But when the poor people who were watching the show saw this dish, their faces changed and they even started drooling!

Because in such a year of great famine, the dish the farmer brought out was actually a plate of leftover meat!

"I was afraid you might choke while eating, so I brought you some water."

The farmer walked back into the house and threw out a pot of rice wine that smelled of alcohol.

You have to know that this was a time of great famine, and this was the most destitute slum.

If Axue had not come to beg for alms, no one would have known that the farmer hiding in this house actually had such wealth.

Axue sat cross-legged on the ground, sniffing the meat dish and the rice wine beside it.

Although the monks of Linquan Temple do not abstain from alcohol and meat, they can even get married and have children.

But Axue is different.

He followed his senior brother Torachiyo to practice Buddhism, and Torachiyo was the most conservative Buddhist disciple.

From birth to now, Axue has never eaten meat or tasted fine wine.

However, the so-called begging for alms is the cause and condition for saving sentient beings.

If you refuse others' charity, you will deny them the opportunity to practice Buddhism.

Buddhism does not allow food to be wasted, and it seemed that Axue had no choice but to consider eating the food.

"Wait! Xue!!"

Just then, Torachiyo finally ran over.

He snatched the rice wine from Axue's hand and poured it into his mouth.

“Brother…?”

"Donor, no matter what, you can't let a five-year-old junior like me drink."

The ten-year-old Torachiyo drank the wine in one gulp, staring at the farmer with his tiger-like eyes.

"As for this plate of meat... let alone us monks, even the common people nearby can't enjoy it."

Torachiyo looked at the plate of leftover meat coldly, and with disgust, he raised his hand and smashed the plate into the farmer's face.

This move immediately caused screams from the surrounding crowd.

After all, it’s a plate of meat!

In such a time of great famine, it goes without saying how precious a plate of meat is. It could save so many refugees!

Tora Chiyo's act of wasting food is enough to wipe out all the merits he gained from practicing Buddhism!

"Ahahahaha! It's just a plate of human flesh! Are you spectators so sorry?!"

Torachiyo laughed loudly, while Axue beside him changed his expression and exclaimed.

"Brother?! Is this a plate of human flesh?!"

"During the Great Famine, a farmer had no harvest. Where did he get meat?"

Torachiyo looked at the farmer and then spoke loudly.

"They stay at home all day, never going out, and show no reverence for Buddhism in their words. How can such people, lacking the Five Constant Virtues, believe in the so-called law of cause and effect? ​​And how can they come out to beg for alms?"

"I think... this plate of meat is probably from your relatives?"

When the farmer heard that Tora Chiyo had told him all the despicable deeds and mental journey he had done based on just a few clues, he instantly became angry and roared.

"Then what can I do?! In the face of natural disasters and man-made disasters! Either I kill or I will be killed! I just want to survive! What have I done wrong?!"

"So you want to test human nature? Do you want to shift the blame for your own sins to those good people?"

Torachiyo's brows began to look ferocious, just like a sleeping tiger finally waking up.

"You're going to transfer the blame to me, a blind junior brother? And then you're going to tell him that this dish of meat is human flesh after he's finished eating it? You're going to make this junior brother, a devoted Buddhist, suffer from inner torment and become unhappy from now on?"

The black-haired boy finally couldn't bear it anymore and reached for his waist with his right hand.

That's what Tora Chiyo wears all year round—

Samurai Blade!

In Ah Xue's vision, which was filled with only darkness, a flash of sword light filled with violent murderous aura suddenly ignited!

"A monk killed someone in the street?!"

"Hurry, run!!!"

Torachiyo swung the blade, smearing all the blood off the katana.

He looked at the headless corpse in front of him, his dark golden eyes showing no compassion.

This was the first time that Torachiyo had killed someone in his life, and also the first time that he had broken the precept of not killing.

But he showed no remorse.

There was even a hint of pleasure deep in my heart.

"Axue, let's go. We still need to go begging for alms."

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