Faced with everyone's doubts.
The old monk Jingjue nodded inwardly in satisfaction.
Excellent. These refugees are all stirred up now. Next, I'll tell them about blessings in their next life and let these stupid donkeys know that as long as the "demonic chancellor" Cui Qiezhe dies, they'll earn great merit and become immortals in their next life.
He could already imagine the refugees in the Capital City seething with outrage. Meanwhile, most of the city's original residents deeply respected Cui Qiezhe under his governance, so clashes between them and these refugees were inevitable.
With that, the price of returning from the dead would be paid.
Thinking this, the old monk Jingjue stopped keeping them in suspense and continued:
"Benefactor, are you so certain you were an immortal in your previous life? What if you weren't an immortal, but a poor man who suffered terribly, or even a beast kept in a pen, or a maggot writhing in a cesspit? If that were so, would you still wish to remember your previous life?"
Hearing the old monk Jingjue answer with a question, Fan Ting and all the refugees around him fell into thought.
Put that way, they really were better off not remembering their previous lives. Recalling memories of being livestock or a maggot would surely drive them mad. The very thought sent a chill down their spines.
Feeling greatly enlightened, Fan Ting pressed his palms together and said, "Master, your words truly reach straight into the heart and awaken wisdom! A previous life is vague and illusory, and indeed has no value. But, Master, how should we accumulate blessings for our next life?"
He's taken the bait.
The corners of the old monk Jingjue's mouth lifted slightly, and he prepared to explain the theory of blessings he had concocted in