flstandardbreds Chapter 181 Who would worship themselves?
Chapter 181 Who would worship themselves?
In the courtyard at midnight, Lin Fan recited obscure Buddhist scriptures with Sun Ruolan.
After reading for a while, Sun Ruolan finally couldn't listen anymore and stopped.
"Brother Lin, don't hold a grudge, don't hesitate."
Lin Fan also stopped, but frowned. How could he not feel resentment and hesitation?
So he turned to Sun Ruolan and asked, "How did Miss Sun manage to do that?"
Sun Ruolan was taken aback. In fact, she hadn't told anyone any of this. After all, her starting point was the same as Lin Fan's—utilitarian, for tangible benefits. Otherwise, she would never have wanted to touch this Buddhist scripture again.
It's important to understand that Lin Fugui used considerable methods to successfully convert so many people. He controlled their diet, reduced their sleep, and forced them to accept the "salvation" of the Bodhisattva when they were at their most vulnerable. This led to their unwavering belief, or perhaps they were forced to believe. It was through cruel brainwashing techniques that this was achieved.
Sun Ruolan had been struggling with this for a long time. She felt she had no other direction to strive for. But until she finally settled down, she wouldn't allow herself to do nothing.
Therefore, she wanted to regard this Bodhisattva as a true embodiment of compassion to save her, and to separate Him from the clay idol that Lin Fan had killed.
She even dreamed one night that the Bodhisattva appeared in her dream.
Sun Ruolan naturally understood the principle that what one thinks about during the day, one dreams about at night, and she would not really believe that a vague dream was a true manifestation of the Bodhisattva.
However, her chanting began to take effect again after that.
After gathering her thoughts, Sun Ruolan said to Lin Fan, "I worship the Buddha in my heart; what does it have to do with others?"
After Sun Ruolan finished speaking, she continued chanting the sutra.
Lin Fan remained silent. He had realized that it seemed unlikely he could obtain even a part of the mechanical body. It wasn't enough to just deceive himself; he had to truly believe it.
Putting aside the present world, Lin Fan here only believes in himself, that's beyond doubt.
In fact, Lin Fan did not realize that he was about to come into contact with a very important matter. All religions and schools of thought, whether they encourage people to believe or not to believe, are in fact in conflict with each other, so few people can cultivate both paths.
"Ha." Ziyue yawned. "Why is it so complicated? Acheng, why don't you just give up? Besides, aren't there statues of you erected around yourselves? What effect would it have if you worshipped yourself?"
"Who would worship themselves?" Lin Fan said, completely forgetting that he had worshipped himself when he became sworn brothers. "Besides, look at those villagers worshipping that Firecracker Immortal Lord, nothing special has happened."
At this point, Lin Fan suddenly seemed to have a breakthrough and asked Zi Yue, "Zi Yue, what exactly is that Craftsman Bodhisattva? If it was that living clay puppet from before, wouldn't that thing have shattered? Even if there was more than one, how did Miss Sun manage to make it work out of thin air?"
Sun Ruolan opened her eyes and glanced at Lin Fan, intending to explain. However, after confirming that he was discussing something with her again, she remained silent.
As Lin Fan spoke, he seemed to grasp some vague inspiration, turned his body slightly, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures facing Sun Ruolan.
Of course, the two weren't awkwardly face-to-face. Sun Ruolan was facing the courtyard directly, while Lin Fan was facing her profile at an angle.
early morning.
Tian Zicheng, dressed in villager's clothes, yawned. This was the most drowsy time of day, and even with shift work, he couldn't avoid feeling sleepy at this time.
What's more, his job was to keep an eye on a female corpse hanging on a memorial archway.
Even if the corpse is quite attractive, who would steal a corpse? The abbot must be old to assign such a task.
puff.
Suddenly, the female corpse fell from the archway like a falling leaf.
Tian Zicheng rubbed his slightly sore eyes, only slightly surprised. Perhaps the rope had broken after hanging there for several days.
But what happened next surprised him even more.
Just as the female corpse was about to hit the ground, it floated up again—it really did float up—and began to fly away out of thin air.
At this moment, Mr. Xiaotian finally realized, "Floating, floating, it's floating! No, someone must be up to something! Quick, stop it! Someone has indeed come to steal it!"
With that, Tanaka Seiichi gritted his teeth, grabbed a wooden hammer, and charged forward.
Then two more Mo Clan disciples, carrying swords and dressed in plain clothes, rushed out from the roadside and chased after them together.
The corpse wasn't flying fast, and it looked like they would catch up with it soon.
The corpse stopped and fell to the ground. A black knife and a scythe flew out from the left and right, aimed at the three people.
Tanaka Shigeaki temporarily put away his wooden hammer and formed a hand seal. A rustling sound filled the entire village, as if many people had woken up in the early morning.
"Everyone, we have no grudges against each other, so please stop chasing us, or swords will have no eyes."
The man's voice also came from nowhere. After he finished speaking, the female corpse floated up again and drifted away.
There are two differences. First, the female corpse is obviously moving much faster this time. Second, it is very clear that there is something very obvious but transparent supporting the female corpse this time.
But none of that matters. Tanaka Naruhiro understands that only by getting past the two swords in front of him can he continue his pursuit.
Fortunately, there weren't just three of them; many mechanical figures emerged from the nearby villagers' houses.
Lin Fan carried Miao Zhu's body and jumped onto the carriage.
He lifted the cloak of concealment, revealing his figure amidst the skeptical gazes of the crowd.
“Brother, what are you doing again? I can’t save him.” Doctor Lei was the first to jump out and emphasize that he did not know the resurrection technique.
"Brother," Zhan Peng frowned and asked, "you wanted us to set off at dawn for this? Who is this person?"
Lin Fan knew he had to explain now that things had dragged on for so long. "This is my junior sister, but she's bait they used to lure me in. Do you understand now?"
Dr. Lei and the Niu couple only half understood it, but that didn't matter; they weren't too concerned about the details.
Chen Ergou stared at the dog-skin Taoist robe, remaining silent.
Zhan Peng tried hard to recall for a while, remembering the old stories Lin Fan had told him about Liu Feng, and quickly put them together: "Was it a trap set by that constable surnamed Li?"
Zhan Peng frowned. "Brother, you shouldn't have done that. We should have taken the fairy's remains legitimately and waited for him to come over so we could clean them up."
The carriage had already started moving, and following Lin Fan's prior instructions, it sped off at top speed, sparing no effort.
Hearing the commotion outside, the male head of the household where Lin Fan was staying glanced at his sleeping wife beside him and quietly went outside to see what had happened.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw his ex-wife walking out the door with a kitchen knife in her hand.
Upon seeing himself, his ex-wife turned around.
Over the years, apart from cooking and washing clothes, she has never shown any reaction to herself.
The man was slightly moved. He turned around, glanced at his wife who was still fast asleep, and then gently closed the door.
He wondered if his ex-wife had suddenly come to her senses, and that he had always wanted to say so much to her over the years.
So, the man turned around and reached out to touch his former wife again.
Just as his outstretched hand was about to be slashed by a kitchen knife, it struck him squarely in the face.