There was nothing strange about the Maitreya Sect appearing.
If the Ghost Sect had arisen from the pursuit of immortality and greed,
then the Maitreya Sect had been born from injustice.
The roots of this sect's ideology lay in the Pure Land Sect. At first, it merely represented the impoverished common people's yearning for the Pure Land World.
It represented a thread of hope in the dark earth.
In the beginning, from the imperial court to the common people, many supported it. Some famous figures of the age had even joined.
But no matter how beautiful false hope was, it was ultimately empty illusion.
When hope shattered, resistance followed.
And this force would also be exploited by others.
That was how the Maitreya Sect had come about.
No matter how many commoners joined, once the forces of the martial world, the Heterodox Sects, and even ambitious schemers entered the picture, it had already degenerated into a tool for gathering wealth and power.
But so long as injustice still existed in the world,
the Maitreya Sect would have soil in which to survive.
So there was nothing strange about its presence in Sichuan and Shu.
What intrigued Sha LiFei was that, judging by what these people had said, the monks knew about the tomb of the former "Nine Heavens Buddha Lord"?
He could not help sneaking a glance.
The several old monks seemed utterly unafraid. They continued sitting cross-legged there, too lazy even to lift their eyelids.
"Benefactors, you should return..."
The old monk in the middle spoke indifferently. "Let bygone grudges and sins remain buried in silence. Once they emerge into the world, disaster will inevitably follow. We will not speak."
The fat man leading the Maitreya Sect was now utterly impatient. "You truly aren't afraid of death?"
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