"To save the world, one needed the heart of a bodhisattva and the methods of thunder."
Tang Seng suddenly recalled something someone had once said.
"The Buddhist faith has bodhisattvas, but it also has wrathful King Kongs."
Wasn't the monkey playing the role of a King Kong? He stood beside them chanting Amitabha, then closed his eyes.
At that moment, Yu Gong also let out a long sigh and turned away.
If they stopped this Rebirth, everyone would die.
If they let him continue killing, at least seventy percent of the people would survive.
Most people still feared death, so they had no choice but to obey his orders.
Then everyone silently chanted "Amitabha" in their hearts and closed their eyes.
Meanwhile, Rebirth simply raised his blade and brought it down, again and again. Anyone who refused to obey received a slash.
He kept killing for two days and two nights.
Finally, when the third day arrived, he achieved his goal.
That fellow had succeeded just like that.
With the blade in his hand, he had forced most people to agree with his proposition.
Tang Seng let out a long sigh at the sight.
The price of saving the world this way was far too steep.
Yet how could one save the world without paying a price?
How much had he paid to obtain the true scriptures? He had let down so many devoted women.
"Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I am wrong."
"Either way, the world is just this ridiculous and tragic."
Tang Seng remained silent, utterly dejected.
He could close his eyes.
But he could still sense countless wronged souls winding around him.
Because he was the one who had ultimately agreed to do this.
He was the Captain.
Now, he finally understood.
Why even Buddhas sometimes sighed.