Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality - Chapter 246 - 225: All Demons Are Saints
Chapter 246: Chapter 225: All Demons Are Saints
Master Han’s heart tightened as he watched the group of men, who looked like mountain bandits, walk toward him.
Master Han turned to the guards he had brought along, only to find that the hired men had already moved far away. They had their eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, acting as if it had nothing to do with them.
“What are you doing? I paid good money to hire you!” Master Han said angrily.
“Now, now, Master Han, let’s not say that. How much did you pay them? Why should they risk their lives for you for such a pittance?” the scar-faced man said with a smile. “Relax, we’re not bad people. We just want to have a little fun with the ladies.”
“You… Don’t you dare! Let me tell you, I am an imperial scholar of the Court, on my way to take office in Liangsha County! You dare touch me? Aren’t you afraid the Court will hunt you down?”
“The Court?”
The scar-faced man paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“The Court? What Court! Look at the state the Qi Kingdom is in! It’s because of you damn officials that the people are driven into destitution. Otherwise, why would we have become bandits on this mountain? And now, with rebellions flaring up everywhere, the Qi Kingdom can’t control us!
The fact that you officials have to hire people to protect your own worthless lives is even more pathetic!”
Han Zi’s brow furrowed. “The Court is indeed gravely ill, but we scholars will surely right the wrongs of the state. I, Han Zi, will ensure that everyone has enough to eat!”
“Fuck off! If I listened to you damn officials, I would’ve starved to death long ago! You damn official, you should worry about yourself first.”
The scar-faced man impatiently raised his long saber, about to bring it down on Han Zi’s head.
But at that very moment, a young woman in a Monk’s Robe stepped in front of them.
The scar-faced man stopped his saber just in time and looked at the female monk before him. “Female monk, what’s the meaning of this? Are you trying to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?”
“I ask that you all refrain from evil. It is not too late to lay down your butcher’s knives,” Wangxin said earnestly, pressing her palms together in a respectful gesture.
“Lay down our knives? You monks and your little sayings!” The scar-faced man chuckled. “I won’t pick a fight with you monastics. You, monk, get the hell out of the way!”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Wangxin recited the Buddha’s name.
“In this world, cause and effect follow one another like a shadow. With a single evil thought, a negative fate is born. To harm others for one’s own selfish desires will ultimately lead to being plunged into the endless cycle of suffering.
My Buddha is compassionate and often says, ’Do no evil, and practice all good.’
A single thought of kindness gives rise to ten thousand blessings. A single thought of malice brings boundless afflictions.
Patrons, if you commit evil deeds, you not only damage your present pure heart but also plant the seeds for bitter fruit in the next life.
It is like lighting a lamp in a dark room to see your own sins. Why not turn back before it is too late?”
“What is all this nonsense?” Zhang San stared at Wangxin. “Are you moving or not? My big brother is being kind enough to let you go, so don’t be ungrateful. Otherwise, we’ll make you join us for a drink! Don’t think we’re actually afraid of your temple!”
“A monk drinking? Hahaha, maybe that could actually work!”
“And a female one at that!”
“She’s so good-looking, too!”
“She definitely has a special kind of flavor!”
The other mountain bandits joined in the jeering.
Listening to their taunts, Wangxin remained silent and unprovoked. She simply stood in their way, completely still.
“Female monk, I’m giving you face by not touching you. But if you don’t know what’s good for you, then don’t blame me for what happens!” the scar-faced man said. As he looked at Wangxin, he felt a stir of desire himself.
Truthfully, he was very tempted. Especially with the female monk standing right in front of him, her features clearly visible, he felt more and more that her beauty was not of this mortal world.
“I hope you patrons will commit no more evil,” Wangxin said again, her eyes exceptionally pure.
“So much nonsense!” The scar-faced man shook his head and moved to push Wangxin aside.
’Even if I don’t dare to truly harm her, I can just tie her up and move her out of the way. The temple behind her won’t come looking for trouble over something so minor.’
But just as he reached out, before his hand could even touch the corner of Wangxin’s robe, a flash of blood-red light streaked past. The scar-faced man’s hand fell to the ground. Blood flew through the air, yet not a single drop stained Wangxin.
“AHH!!! My hand! My hand!”
The scar-faced man let out a horrific scream, stumbling backward and clutching his arm.
Everyone turned to see the man who had been resting with his eyes closed slowly rising to his feet, a long saber in his hand.
Unlike the calm demeanor he had before, the aura this man now radiated struck terror into everyone’s hearts.
They wanted to run, but they found they couldn’t move an inch.
As Xiao Mo walked toward them step by step, cold sweat soaked their backs.
The scar-faced man, in particular, couldn’t understand it at all.
’Didn’t the Spirit Testing Stone show that he wasn’t even in the Foundation Establishment Realm?’
’But this man’s Realm… it’s ten thousand times more terrifying than any Foundation Establishment cultivator I’ve ever seen!’
’Could it be…’
The scar-faced man stared at Xiao Mo in astonishment, as if he had just realized something…
’Is this man an Immortal of the Golden Core Realm?’
’How could a legendary Golden Core Immortal possibly appear in this dilapidated temple…’
“Immortal, spare us! Immortal, spare our lives…”
As Xiao Mo drew near, their legs went weak. Losing all strength, they suddenly collapsed to their knees.
“Do no evil, and do more good. Understand?”
Xiao Mo looked at them and released the pressure of his Blood Evil Qi, speaking nonchalantly.
But there didn’t seem to be the slightest hint of virtuous persuasion in Xiao Mo’s tone.
“We understand, Immortal, we understand!”
The men kowtowed desperately, their foreheads splitting open and staining the gravel with blood.
“We’ll go straight from now on! We’ll do good and never do evil again! We beg you, Immortal, please spare us!”
Hearing their words, Wangxin lowered her gaze and gently pressed her lips together.
“Wangxin, it seems I’ve won,” Xiao Mo said to the young woman beside him. “This time, I’m the one who persuaded them to be good.”
“…” Wangxin remained silent, her head still bowed.
“Do you know why they wouldn’t listen to a single one of your grand principles, yet they’ll remember my simple words and not dare to defy them in the slightest?”
Xiao Mo turned to look at the Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple and continued.
“You are devoted to cultivating the Buddhist Dao. Your understanding of its principles surpasses that of millions in this world, and it is immeasurably greater than mine. But do you know why Buddha statues are always depicted with benevolent faces, while the Guardian Weituo on either side have such ferocious expressions?”
Wangxin lifted her head, her eyes meeting Xiao Mo’s directly.
“It’s simple!”
The moment Xiao Mo’s words fell, his long saber left its sheath. With a single slash, a blood-red arc of light swept through the entire temple.
All the mountain bandits exploded into a mist of blood, leaving nothing behind.
A bolt of lightning split the night sky, illuminating the compassionate Buddha and casting the menacing Guardian Weituo into stark relief.
Amidst the rolling thunder, Xiao Mo’s ice-cold words echoed through the dilapidated temple, seemingly a thousand times heavier than the thunder itself.
“When men see a three-year-old child holding a gold brick in a world of chaos, they all become demons.”
“But when demons meet a smiling Buddha flanked by a fierce Guardian Weituo, they all become saints!”
