Dream

"Amitabha Buddha..."

Fang Qing pressed his palms together, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"In High Antiquity... there was an ancient Brahma Dharma lineage... That founding patriarch was merely a minor cultivator. He developed some notions of kindness and precepts, then died of old age..."

"The moment he died, his disciples immediately split into several branches... This monk belongs to the Discipline Sect, which has the strictest requirements for observing precepts. Is he undergoing ascetic practice?"

"The Discipline Sect expressly holds that cultivators should be separated from mortals, put people first, and must not harm others... This really is suffocating!"

Even Fang Qing, merely watching the show, felt that way, yet the monk himself remained as calm as clouds and light winds.

His eyes were even gentle and warm. As his dharma power circulated within him, he could faintly use the Mind-Reading Ability to sense everyone's thoughts.

It was not that they were unafraid; they had merely been coerced by their chieftain.

And the chieftain was not necessarily unafraid either. But compared with themselves, they feared the Demon Race more, because demons truly ate people!

There were even faint, shadowy thoughts:

"You Discipline Sect monks, don't you preach about cutting off flesh to feed tigers? Then surrender this body now and fulfill us..."

"If you go feed the demons, we'll be happy..."

The young monk only needed to exert a little dharma power to shatter these serfs' weapons and tear away his shackles.

Yet he merely pressed his palms together. "Pity the people of this world; their calamities and sorrows are so many..."

He actually gave up resisting, allowing chain after chain to be fastened upon him before he was leashed and dragged to a farmstead.

He was trapped atop a high platform, enduring the blazing sun by day.