I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1247

Chapter 1247: Chapter 1248: Tearing Off the Mask Chapter 1247: Chapter 1248: Tearing Off the Mask Jinlun Law King's face changed as the unusual reaction of the multitude of disciples from the Buddhist Sect behind him raised a bad premonition in his heart.

This foreign monk recited sutras and chanted spells, conjuring such mysterious white smoke to cleanse the Power of Faith of the Buddhist Sect, essentially attacking the foundation of Buddhism. The Buddhist Sect relies on the Power of Faith as the base of its cultivation, accumulating it through the devout prayers of its faithful followers, utilizing this rich Power of Faith to brainwash and convert a steady stream of cultivators. This ensures an inexhaustible supply of devout cultivators within Buddha Country and a continuous flow of the Power of Faith.

But if either of these balances were to be disturbed, the foundation of the Buddha Country would face the threat of destabilization. If the Power of Faith collapses, it will become impossible to convert more like-minded individuals, and if the already converted cultivators were to awaken by some strange means, then the Power of Faith of the Buddhist Sect would be in crisis. This is a positive feedback loop; a mistake in one link could cause the collapse of the entire system.

This is well known by any monk in the Western Continent Buddha Nation with some status. The ability to attract heroes from all over to gather here relies on the thick Power of Faith, but now this Master Nicholas, who emerged from who knows where, possesses the means to cleanse the Power of Faith. Doesn't this mean that wherever this dog goes, the situation for the disciples of the Buddhist Sect will be compromised?

If he truly travels through every major temple within the entire Buddha Nation, would the Buddhist Sect have any followers left?

This isn't about spreading the doctrine; this is an incursion into teaching the Buddhist Sect!

“Master Nicholas, what are you trying to perform here? The Buddhist Sect seems to have no feud with you; why go to such lengths!”

“Such actions do not befit a person of high virtue and esteem. Poaching our corner is tantamount to destroying our foundation. If the venerable monks and eminent Lords of the Great Thunderclap Temple become aware, I fear they would not consent!”

Jinlun Law King watched as the cultivators behind him gradually regained consciousness and started cursing and swearing, his expression also turning sterner. He had originally guessed that the other party wanted to take this opportunity to develop in the Buddha Nation, using his Golden Wheel Temple as a springboard to gain a foothold in the Buddhist Sect. Yet, he hadn't anticipated that the other's plans would far exceed his imagination; this wasn't about gaining a foothold. It was clear that they wanted to usurp the position, to replace the Great Thunderclap Temple and even the entire Buddhist Sect with a new Buddhist Sect belonging exclusively to the Nicholas doctrine.

“Jinlun Law King, the time has come to test your character. Without the enhancement from the Power of Faith, think carefully about how you're going to face these disciples of the Buddhist Sect – that is, if they still acknowledge themselves as such!”

Ji Wuqing mocked mercilessly as over a hundred people in the yard had already stood up, hustling and bustling, with murderous aura and faces filled with rage, charging straight towards Jinlun Law King.

“Jinlun Law King, I swear on my mother, twelve years of youth gone in a flash, all invested in you!”

“Seven years, a full seven years. How many seven-year periods are there in life? My golden years, which I should have spent in diligent study and hard practice, were wasted in carrying water and cooking for you, for a whole of seven years. You're so cruel, with such a vicious scheme. Is this what the Buddhist Sect is?!”

“No wonder those masters who vanished after arriving in the Western Continent never showed themselves publicly, and there were no whispers about the Pure Land of the Buddhist Sect. It turns out you ruled over the cultivators with such despicable means, 'conversion,' 'Power of Faith,' nothing but tools for you to ensure the cultivators' subjugation!”

“Fortunately, today Master Nicholas has taken up our cause. Now that justice is being served, we recognize Master Nicholas. We will execute every single Abbot within these city temples, and once these matters are settled, we will report the situation here back to our sects accurately. We must call for a joint crusade from all the Great Sects to eradicate this great evil!”

The group of cultivators were furious, their eyes nearly spewing fire.

Looking at the row of monastery elders sitting in the front, I can't help but want to pounce on them and tear them apart. Youth is undoubtedly the most precious thing a person has, especially in the Cultivation World where one can easily meet an untimely death. What a waste of years when even a pig could have broken through to the next cultivation level, yet they've been here doing menial labor for others without touching anything related to cultivation. Every day, they do nothing but chant sutras, wash clothes, cook, carry water, and chop wood, just like any common folk.

And of course, all this is the doing of the so-called Buddhist monastery. Since they are in charge of converting people, they control everything. These cultivators from the Great Sects are not natives of the Western Continent; therefore, no one usually goes out of their way to nurture them. With the Power of Faith at their disposal, the Buddhist Sect monastery is not short of monks and believers. As for what to do with these monks and believers, they just find something for them to pass the time with. As long as they maintain their devotion to the Buddhist Sect, anything goes.

“Amitabha, you scoundrels, vile creatures, your aura of slaughter is too heavy. This old monk imparts the Buddhist Law with a compassionate heart, trying to convert you. Little did I expect you to remain unrepentant, obstinately ignorant. It seems today this old monk has no choice but to subdue demons and eliminate evils!”

Yinlun Law Master, standing aside, was also fuming with rage, having never been pointed at and scolded like this before.

“However, Master Nicholas heard them say that it seemed you forcefully took them away and then converted them with the Power of Faith. Such an act doesn't reflect the conduct of our Sect Disciples!”

Ergouzi said with interest, today's matter is already a foregone conclusion, and in a moment, they will take down these old bald donkeys, and Golden Wheel City will fall into their hands without a leader.

“A mere ten years is nothing. To learn real skills, which monastery doesn't require three years of carrying water, three years of chopping wood, three years of tending fires and cooking? This is all to temper the nature of Sect Disciples. Afterwards, there are another three years of learning from the master and two years of service. With the Buddhist Sect, if you want to achieve mastery, you need at least fourteen years of time. There is no doubt about this. This old monk and others have all walked this path. If you can't even endure this bit of hardship, what big things do you think you can accomplish?”

“To not understand the well-meaning intentions of our Buddha is one thing, but to bite back is simply ingratitude!”

Jinlun Law King said coldly, “Regarding today's matter, this old monk will report truthfully to the abbots and masters of the Great Monasteries, and jointly submit a petition requesting the venerable monks of the Great Thunderclap Temple to preside over the situation and judge the rights and wrongs, merits and demerits within!”

“Talk is cheap, but, unfortunately, it's useless. Do you think you can still walk out of the Golden Wheel Temple?”

“Xiao Lizi, go, finish him off!”

Ergouzi casually took a puff of his Huazi, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and nonchalantly pointed at Jinlun Law King with his paw.

Li Xiaobai's temples throbbed, his face lined with frustration; this damned dog starts a dye house the moment it gets some color. He swore to thoroughly teach him a lesson later. A Heart of the Blood Demon materialized behind him, countless tendrils shooting out towards the group of high-ranking monks of the Buddhist Sect.

At the same time, values materialized on the System panel.

[Defensive Power: Heavenly Immortal Realm (99,999,999,999/100,000,000) (Ten Thousand Years Cold Immortal Plant: Acquired) (Blood Sun Heavenly Egg: Acquired) Eligible for progression.]
In the great tomb, the killing of Godzilla led to a surge in his Attribute Points, and now he's only a whisker away from progressing to the rank of a Semi-Saint, the real deal!

Li Xiaobai: “Hit me, hit me fast!”

Chapter end

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