Night fell two days later.
Ten Thousand Buddhas City had begun hanging lanterns and decorations. Colors never seen on the common people were now being draped over the Buddhas.
Śrāmaṇeras had already begun leading the people in chanting scriptures, while some began spreading word of the Buddha's radiance.
Even now, after nightfall, the sound of chanting kept drifting in from outside.
At this moment, the entire city seemed to have become a Buddhist kingdom.
Chu Xingchen stood on the balcony, neither happy nor sad as he watched the people below earnestly chanting scriptures, and watched wish power rise and drift into the Buddha statues.
It seemed that anything that could be squeezed out of the common people would be squeezed out.
From their money to their faith, even the hopes they chanted were false. In essence, it was about extracting the last bit of value they could offer.
These people did not know that their devotion would become the road beneath someone else's feet.
Or perhaps... become the butcher's blade turned against them.
Ignorance was a blade that distinguished neither good nor evil. It would not hesitate out of pity, nor lean aside for fairness.
Unfair, yet also very fair.
Chu Xingchen tapped lightly on the railing, his expression somewhat inscrutable.
Yuanjing had gathered wish power too, but he had also sincerely done things for those people and paid a real price.
So... it really was a pity that the monk Yuanjing had passed into nirvana.
Xu Jin knocked lightly on the door, only pushing it open after hearing Chu Xingchen give him permission to enter.
He stepped into the room and saw Chu Xingchen standing on the tavern's balcony, looking down below.
Xu Jin was just about to speak, but his attention was soon drawn to the woman from