"That is... a Buddha statue."
Amid the blood-soaked corpses ahead stood a bizarre Buddha statue. Sunlight fell upon it, making it glimmer with an alluring crimson light.
"That is a statue of Sword Demon Lama Buddha. It actually possesses such powerful Buddhist power." Miroku walked over to Yae Sakura with his monk's staff in hand, staring at the statue ahead in astonishment.
"Miroku, so many people died here. Aren't you going to perform rites for them first and help them attain Buddhahood?"
As a monk, he could watch so many people die before him without the slightest reaction. He did not even seem to have any intention of performing rites for them. Miroku was no good person either!
"Why should I perform rites for them? No one hired me to do so. You don't think rituals are free and only require chanting a few sutras, do you? How could that be?"
At her words, Miroku rolled his eyes at Yae Sakura and answered as if it were only natural. Performing rites for the dead cost money. There were so many dead people in the world—why should he work for strangers for free?
Monks in the Far East never begged for alms, because they worked for pay. Besides, helping the dead attain Buddhahood required far more than merely chanting a few sutras.
"..."
Fine. It seemed she had overthought things and projected the doctrines of Shenzhou monks onto the monks of this country...
Without saying anything more, Yae Sakura also knew Taoist rites for the dead, but she had no interest in helping these unfamiliar assassins pass on.
Taking several steps forward into the midst of the corpses, Yae Sakura arrived before the Buddha statue. According to Miroku, the crimson glow on it was the Buddhist power of Sword Demon Lama