mesbooks Chapter 34 The Death of One Person
Chapter 34 The Death of One Person
【The Philosopher King (Special Trait)】
[Introduction: Ordinary rule alone is not enough; civilizations must be led by a king with sufficient wisdom and knowledge.]
Effect: Effective rulers gain additional skill effects.
Surprisingly, the information and knowledge gathered by Xincang were ultimately expressed in the form of a "philosopher king"?
Unfortunately, there are limits to rote learning.
Even though Liang Jiu shielded him from most of the poison of faith in the higher dimension.
The little bit of residue that leaked out kept accumulating.
For a hunter with little experience, it was still an unbearable pressure.
The cultivation of a king cannot be achieved overnight; everything requires practical support.
Xinzang's consciousness began to blur, and more and more images appeared before him.
He gradually lost the ability to distinguish between his own memories and the kobolds' obsessions of thousands of years.
Those primal fears, the dread of the unknown, and the endless prayers transformed into countless withered hands in the sea of blood, climbing up his ankles little by little, trying to drag him into that abyss called "All Beings".
You can't get fat in one bite.
A good start is a great achievement; as for the rest, he will have to do it himself.
"Sever."
In the higher-dimensional view, Liang Jiu severed the divine force without hesitation.
As the invisible golden thread snapped, inside the hall...
With a "thump," Xin Cang's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the bluestone bricks.
He was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his vision was blurry and swaying. He had not yet come to terms with the situation before him.
In Liang Jiu's line of sight, the light blue panel flickered.
[Trait: Philosopher King 27%]
The progress is stuck here.
With the fall of Shinzo.
"Huizhen! What are you standing there for! Kill him!"
The old abbot immediately noticed that the long-legged alien was not in a good state.
Although we don't know what happened to this young man, it was a golden opportunity.
He urged on in his hoarse voice.
"Kill him now! I promise you, I'll give you as many magical artifacts as you want from the Northern Clan!"
Under the reward, there must be a brave man.
Moreover, since the monk Huizhen was concerned about the northern region, he could not possibly refuse this offer.
But the fat monk's gaze went straight past the old abbot's shoulder, his face showing a look of utter disbelief, as if he hadn't heard a word he said.
Just as the old abbot was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he suddenly felt an unusual burning sensation on the back of his neck.
The dazzling golden light illuminated the bluestone bricks in front of him as bright as day.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his gaunt cheek.
The old abbot stiffly turned his neck.
The young human who had collapsed to his knees from exhaustion suddenly emitted a burst of Buddhist light.
Interspersed with crimson flame patterns and vivid, dazzling Buddha light.
The swirling flames intertwined, vaguely outlining afterimages behind him: a gladiator desperately trampling a giant lizard beneath his feet; a broken sword battling a pack of wolves alone in the wilderness; a flash of blood, and massive minotaur heads rolled across the ground…
Behind these scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, there are large swaths of burning blank space, reserved for his future life.
The Buddha's light was as brilliant as the blazing sun.
This domineering aura overwhelmed the old monk who had spent his entire life in ascetic practice in the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
The old abbot's cloudy eyes lost focus, and his knees buckled.
In that dazzling golden light, he vaguely saw the long-lost glorious world recorded in the history books of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the world he had dreamed of day and night.
"Wait, I'll be right back. What happened here?"
A crisp sound came from behind them, instantly interrupting the various thoughts of the people in the hall.
The half-blood Drowlis emerged from the shadows.
As she walked, she casually wiped the blood-stained dagger in her hand.
She was splattered with a lot of glaring dark red, clearly indicating that her meeting with that fellow clansman had not been pleasant.
But the smile in the corner of the girl's eyes showed that she was very satisfied with the outcome of the meeting.
As she drew closer.
The radiant Buddhist light emanating from Xinzang receded and dissipated like a tide.
He slowly stood up, spread his five fingers, and then clenched them into a fist.
Although my mind was still a mess, the power that filled my limbs and bones was real.
The exploration of Buddhism by generations of monks at the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas not only enabled him to enter the path of enlightenment, but also brought about a remarkable transformation through his own unique characteristics.
There was no real improvement in physical fitness.
But the power was truly in my hands, real power.
Liz walked up behind him.
She casually and brazenly smeared the remaining bloodstains from her fingertips onto Xin Zang's clothes.
"They attacked you?" She glanced at the limp old abbot beside her.
"No." Shinzo's voice was still a little hoarse.
"You've gotten even stronger." Liss looked him up and down, chuckled, and said, "I'm really starting to like you more and more."
Xin Zang glanced at the dagger in her hand.
"Looks like you've had a good time. I thought you'd leave on your own."
"Leave? Where can we escape to?" Liz sheathed her dagger. "Even if we try to escape, do we think we can escape this Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas?"
Xin Zang didn't respond.
He finally understood that this drow elf was determined to cling to him.
However, this drow elf's morality is unclear, and we don't know what her purpose is. We need to find a way to get rid of her.
Just as I was pondering this, a dull thud came from behind me.
The dog-headed abbot was now lying on the floor without any dignity, kowtowing repeatedly to Xin Zang.
"Benefactor...could you...?"
The old abbot's words were stuck in his throat.
His old face turned bright red.
His greed for enlightenment and his pride as a superior were intertwined, making him ashamed to speak of it.
But it is an extraordinary path, a new Buddhist path. As long as one obtains it, one can restore the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas to its former glory.
Having just reviewed the millennia-long history of the rise and fall of the dog-headed people in his mind, how could Xin Zang not know what this old guy wanted?
He knelt down in front of the old abbot, his eyes level with the abbot's.
"The source of Buddha's power lies in the existence of Buddha."
Upon hearing this, the old abbot froze, his back teeth grinding together.
Shinzo looked at him, his words striking straight to the heart:
"Your Buddha has been gone for too long. Even if the true Buddha were to return now... you would not be able to obtain the Buddha's power from him."
The Buddhist and Taoist paths have been severed in the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
Those few words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
It drained the last bit of strength from the old abbot's spine.
The elderly dragonblood kobold collapsed to the ground.
His eyes completely lost their luster and he remained motionless.
Seeing this, the plump monk Huizhen clasped his hands together and shook his head helplessly.
"The Hundred Parables Sutra says, 'A thirsty deer chases after a mirage, thinking it is water, not knowing it is an illusion.' The old bald monk has lived until now because of his obsession, and he will die because of this obsession."