Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1491: 1163 Dirty Picture Scroll

Chapter 1491 1163. Dirty Picture Scroll

"Burn! Kill!"

"Burn! Kill!"

A faint, low-pitched wail, like the sound of wind before the earthquake, echoed from the pillars and corners of the courtyard.

It spoke human language, but the emotions contained in it and the texture of the voice didn't look like living things at all.

Huge and thick filth is accumulated and maintained in this painting.

The monk with a peaceful face was still kneeling peacefully in front of the scroll.

Two candlesticks were placed beside him, as if he was admiring the painting full of resentment and hatred with great concentration.

There is no compassion like a monk, and no intention to purify the filth. He is truly appreciating and appreciating it.

Master Ribo is the creator of this painting.

Of course, what he created was not this painting, it was just a middle-class painting itself.

This painting was just a hanging decoration that a wealthy family bought from a calligraphy and painting shop for a few silver coins to decorate the room.

What he created was the filth and resentment in this painting.

"Namo Myoho Renge Sutra."

Master Nichigo was praising the name of Nichiren Buddhism while fidgeting with the beads in his hand.

He still remembered several interesting experiences he had while creating this picture.

The accumulation and strengthening of the [Despicables] to such an extent that the [Despicables] alone can harm countless people in a span of more than ten years.

In this process, in addition to the accumulation of "detritus", there will naturally also be resentment, hatred, and other messy things.

After all, a lot of things are left behind after a person dies unnaturally.

[Remnant] is just equivalent to the corpse water left by the corpse. Although it smells bad, it usually makes you feel uncomfortable for a few days.

According to common sense, those souls full of resentment and fear will turn into different things due to various factors.

Most of them will become wandering souls full of resentment, but they can't hinder anything. After wandering in the human world for a period of time, they will either naturally dissipate, or be saved by priests, monks, or onmyojis.

A small number of them will become monsters out of resentment.

A woman who feels guilty and resentful after losing a child may become a bird of prey.

Those who are tortured by hunger and cannot forget that feeling until their death may become hungry ghosts.

An old man who is abandoned by his children in the mountains and dies with resentment may become a mountain grandmother.

And so on and so forth.

However, under the management of Master Rihu, a large number of people died due to "destruction", and none of them became monsters or even wandering ghosts outside.

"It's all in the painting." The guardian spirit [Dream-Eating Tapir] was squatting next to him. Even if Master Rihu put his hand on the scroll and stroked it gently, what could the resentment and filth in the painting do to him? How about that?

He still remembered that there was a sense of resentment in this painting, that of a woman who killed her husband and then committed suicide in front of her young daughter.

At that time, she had been tortured by [Remnant] and completely lost control.

But even so, after she died, she turned into the same filthy desolate soul, but she was temporarily freed from the influence of [Filth] and had a moment of clarity.

And what did this woman do?

That woman who sold woven bamboo baskets in the city to support her family's livelihood, her mind, which had been muddled throughout her mediocre life, actually had a bright idea after her death.

In fact, there is profit in the books, and even in the eyes of many despicable people, the profit is still a figure that they would never dare to imagine in their lives.

Nowadays, for any big temple, it is just a matter of making more or less. How can it possibly lose money?

But what you earn from visiting the temple is considered "little" in the eyes of monks and monks.

And they are also very unhappy and even angry about this "little".

"Shisanying Village also rented out cattle and horses this year, and the number is still larger than last year. Our temple rents out cattle and horses, right?"

The monk carefully raised his head and looked at the host.

"Should the rental rate be lowered?"

During the farming period, it was common sense that working animals were more valuable than people.

The temple, as a loan shark with a long history, of course also leases livestock to outsiders.

The rules and regulations are strict. There is a price for breeding, a price for doing work, and there are corresponding prices for what kind of work you do and how long you do it.

There are also corresponding contract terms for the changes in the livestock's weight before and after leasing and whether they can lose fat.

But in Shisanying Village, the livestock fostered in their village are surprisingly easy to feed.

Over time, he managed to **** part of the leasing business away from Chang Zai Temple.

So often in the temple, everyone hates this village and says they don't respect the Buddha.

"Don't worry about them." Master Rihu said calmly, as if he didn't care about the accounts and interest rates at all.

But what he said next, although still calm, made people feel chilling.

"Soon. Tonight, they will no longer be in business."

The words were so cold that even an outsider who had listened to them could feel the malicious intent and coldness in them.

But the monk who came in to deliver the account book looked happy: "Ah! Does this master have a way to punish those beasts that disrespect the Buddha?"

He doesn't care about compassion and Dharma, he only cares about the business of the temple.

In fact, if they weren't worried that the Mino Viper would find an excuse to attack Chang Zai Temple suddenly, the group of monks would have used force to cause trouble in Shisanying Village.

Master Rihuo just held his beads and smiled without saying a word, while the monk also bowed and bowed in recognition of the situation, and then exited the courtyard with a happy face.

"[The filth] has accumulated to its limit. Come on, give it a try."

After the monk left, Master Rihuo gently rubbed the long box containing the scroll next to him, with a calm expression on his face.

"Try and see what I can do to the Meinong Country that you usurped! Horenbo!"

As he spoke, Master Rihuo's face became ferocious.

He looked at the Nagara River and Inaba Mountain across the courtyard, mainly the 'abcess' on Inaba Mountain that was encroaching on the greenery - Inabayama Castle.

Although he didn't know why, he always felt in his subconscious that although his temple was only a stone's throw away from the world-famous Mino Castle, Saito Yoshiryu, the son of Saito Dosan who was in charge of it, would not notice it. own actions.

However, as a monk who received family education and subsequently converted to the Nichiren sect, he still left the opposite city with a clear mind.

Saito Douzan has become a monk and retired from the position of head of the family.

No one in Mino has learned what the current head of the family, Saito Yoshiryu, can do.

But it's never wrong to be careful.

Relying on his resentment and vigilance towards Saito Dao's experience in the Three Thieves Kingdom, Master Rigo carefully resisted the unexplained relaxation deep in his heart.

The [Dream-Eating Tapir], which exuded a dreamy golden light like a spiritual stone, kept squatting beside him with neither happiness nor sadness.