PFC Chapter 344 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [20]
Chapter 344 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [20]
Chapter 344 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [20]
The disciples of the cultivation sect had already witnessed Shiga's unfathomable abilities, but now, seeing him resolve the predicament of Jade Capital City with a wave of his hand in the void, and even restore Jade Capital City to its original state, their eyes immediately blazed with a strong thirst for cultivation and reverence for Shiga.
This is not a human ability at all; the Grand Master is truly a Buddha from the heavens.
A ray of dawn broke through the clouds, illuminating the prosperity of the capital city once more.
Some people noticed the changes outside and tentatively came out of their homes. They saw that everything had returned to normal. In the sky, there were a group of immortal cultivators riding swords and mages standing in the void with their backs to the sunlight.
Humanity has changed generations, but the reputation of the Dharma Master has been known through generations. In addition to enshrining Buddha, people also enshrine the Dharma Master's portrait in their homes. When they can vaguely see that figure, the people are immediately excited and shout as if boiling water has been poured into a pot of oil.
They were all followers of the monk, and they spontaneously knelt down to worship him devoutly.
Shiga lowered his brows, his eyes seemingly reflecting the landscape and the lives of all living beings, filled with a serene compassion.
Lin Yin came to say goodbye, and after he left with the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, Shi Jia also disappeared into the air.
The people remained motionless for a long time until someone came to their senses, remembered the tragedy that had occurred in the city, and could not help but weep.
Some of those who died tragically cannot be brought back to life.
That could be someone's husband, wife, or child.
The whole city was filled with grief, and cries of weeping echoed through the air.
Someone was crying and begging Shiga to have mercy and save their loved ones, and gradually, more and more people heard this cry.
Shiga did not leave Yujing City. He stood on the long steps of Puji Temple, facing the wind, and naturally heard the cries.
Life and death are impermanent in this world, and suffering is inevitable; no one can change it.
Shiga was a Buddhist who had seen through life and death. In the past hundred years, he had witnessed too many of the eight sufferings of the human world. Hearing those pleas, his eyes remained unmoved.
Jiang Xiyu knew, however, that he would definitely perform a ritual for the deceased.
The surroundings remained silent for a long time, until the cries and pleas faded away.
Seeing Shiga gazing towards the city, his back to her, solitary and forlorn, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but softly call out to him, "Master..."
Shiga gave him the feeling that he had calmly walked a long road, a road filled with all walks of life, the bitterness of the mortal world, and many people struggling and suffering along the way. He had probably seen too much, too much... and had become so indifferent that he was almost numb.
Jiang Xiyu felt a secret prick in his heart, but his tail reacted even faster, touching Shiga's robe.
Shiga paused slightly, then slowly turned his head and lowered his gaze, his still eyes quietly fixed on him.
Master, would you feel compassion?
Jiang Xiyu wanted to ask, but ultimately didn't.
Shiga saw through his gaze, but remained silent.
Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly, then met Shijia's gaze and changed the subject, saying, "Master, do you think that demon will appear tonight?"
Shiga shook his head.
Jiang Xiyu then asked, "So, are we going to stay at Puji Temple?"
Shiga responded and nodded.
Jiang Xiyu turned to look at Puji Temple, jumped up a step, and said with a smile, "Then, Master, let's go in together."
A gentle voice appeared in his ear. Shiga looked up at the solemn temple on the long steps, then glanced at Jiang Xiyu who had walked a few steps back and was waiting for him. He suddenly said, "Okay."
His voice was cool and composed.
Jiang Xiyu happily raised her tail at him.
Shiga arrived at Puji Temple without disturbing the monks.
He simply took Jiang Xiyu to the tallest pagoda, which soared into the clouds. Shiga looked down upon the Jade Capital City from the wind and cast a spell to set up a restriction.
Jiang Xiyu stood on the railing, her soft fur trembling slightly in the breeze.
He watched as the survivors flocked into Puji Temple, watched as the incense in the temple was rekindled, and then watched as the incense transformed into merit, drifting like smoke towards Cibei Temple.
Some of these merits will fall into Shiga's possession and then become shackles binding him.
Jiang Xiyu rarely sighed, but seeing the incense sticks, he finally couldn't help but sigh softly.
Shiga looked down at him.
Jiang Xiyu squatted on the railing, glanced at Shijia, and a hint of worry appeared in her golden pupils.
Shijia couldn't help but recall something. In fact, he had heard what Jiang Xiyu and Jinglian said in the temple that day.
He heard Jiang Xiyu say that he wanted to protect him.
So, what is the reason for this concern?
Jiang Xiyu suddenly asked, "Master, will Buddha bless you?"
Shiga's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he remained silent.
He was a Buddhist, and it was his responsibility to protect all living beings, but he never expected that one day someone would ask him if Buddha would bless him...
Jiang Xiyu didn't expect an answer either. He muttered to himself, "If Buddha really does appear, then I also want to pray for the Master, hoping that he can protect you, help you achieve perfect cultivation, and prevent you from suffering the pain of backlash from your merits."
Shiga remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "You do not believe in Buddhism."
Demons worship the ruler of the demon realm; Buddhas are worshipped only by humans.
Shiga could tell that although Jiang Xiyu said he wanted to become his disciple, he was not a Buddhist.
Jiang Xiyu wasn't annoyed that he had been seen through; he simply smiled and said, "I believe in the Dharma Master."
The moment the words were spoken, a gust of wind swept across the pagoda, causing the copper bells at its tip to tinkle softly, and the words seemed to dissipate within them.
Because I believe in you, I see your suffering and want to pray to Buddha for your protection in a human way.
After all, you are so compassionate.