amaotonovel Chapter 237 Why did you leave...?
Chapter 237 Why did you leave...?
"Abbot! I feel that my cultivation has improved a lot these past few days!"
"Yes, Abbot! I didn't even notice it when I was moving the stones, but my cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds these past few days!"
"Me too, me too!"
A few days later, the monks said excitedly.
"This is normal, there's no need to worry."
The fat monk sensed his powerful spiritual energy and said calmly.
"Incense offerings..."
After the disciples left, the fat monk muttered to himself in a daze.
Leaving one of the few remaining habitable rooms in Jiaxing, the fat monk, staff in hand, walked along the streets of Jiaxing.
The people in the rubble have now been rescued. Although many people died in the rubble, there was nothing that could be done about it.
In the aftermath of grief, the people of Jiaxing are engaged in a construction boom, preparing to build temporary housing, presenting a scene of prosperity and vitality.
"Greetings, Master!"
"Have you eaten yet, Master? I have some freshly steamed vegetarian buns!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Master!"
……
Along the way, the people of Jiaxing who saw the fat monk stopped what they were doing and greeted him gratefully.
This pleased the fat monk greatly, and he tirelessly returned the greetings to the passersby.
In addition, he could see that small temples had been erected on the open spaces of several parks in Jiaxing.
At these small temples, many people lined up to offer incense.
Although the incense offered was strange and unusual, with some children even offering foxtail grass, the fat monk was not annoyed. Instead, he watched from afar with a smile on his lips.
Perhaps this is the meaning of saving the world?
The fat monk thought to himself.
……
"What? Master, you're leaving?"
The mayor of Chiayi City said in disbelief.
"That's right. We've been investigating around Jiaxing these past few days and found that this earthquake isn't just affecting Jiaxing."
So many days have passed, and no one from outside has come to Jia City yet. It is likely that the scope of this matter is so wide that the imperial court is powerless to control the situation in the short term.
The disaster in Jiaxing has been resolved, and the survivors buried in the rubble have been rescued. Therefore, our mission here is complete.
Therefore, today I will lead my disciples to the next city to help the people there rescue their relatives and friends. I hope you all understand.
The fat monk held his staff in one hand and placed the other hand in front of his chest, bowing deeply.
“This… Master, you are right. Such compassion is truly that of a living Buddha!”
Since that's the case, we won't stop them. We hope the master and all the esteemed monks have a safe journey and can rescue our compatriots in our brother city, minimizing the separation of loved ones!
Upon hearing this, the mayor, though reluctant, still bowed deeply.
……
"Master! May you rest in peace!"
"Master! If there's trouble over there, you should return to Jiaxing. We can do our part to help!"
"May the masters rest in peace! Have a safe journey!"
On the day of departure, many people from Jiaxing came to see him off, shouting their reluctance.
But the trip to Chanlan Temple will not stop here.
Many more people need them to save them.
……
"Abbot, if the map is correct, we should be able to reach Mu City in two more days on foot!"
As he walked through the mountains and forests, a young monk wiped his sweat and said...
"The sun is about to set. Let's find an open space, build a stove, and start a fire!"
The fat monk, holding his staff, glanced at the dwindling light filtering through the dense forest and rolled up the long sleeves of his robe.
"okay!"
The monks were delighted to hear that they would be resting and eating.
The fat monk summoned the lotus platform, sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.
But after chanting for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
His cultivation level...
His cultivation level is declining!
Originally, on the night of the spiritual energy revival tide, he broke through to the early stage of the third rank!
With the support of the 500,000 people of Jia City, who offered him incense and prayers to varying degrees, his cultivation level had already reached the late stage of the third rank.
But now, his cultivation level has dropped to the mid-stage of the third rank, and it continues to decline!
"Abbot! Abbot! Our cultivation levels are all declining, what's going on?"
"Yes, Abbot! What should we do?"
At this moment, the young monks rushed over in a panic and asked.
"It's Jiacheng! Something happened to Jiacheng!"
The fat monk's heart tightened, and then he hissed.
His disciples did not contribute as much as he did in the disaster relief efforts, so their cultivation levels have not improved significantly.
Therefore, they believed that this was the result of their hard work and dedication.
Only he, who received the most incense offerings, understood that it was entirely due to the incense offerings!
Now that their cultivation has declined, there's only one possibility!
The source of our ancestral worship has been severed!
Something happened in Jiaxing!
"Let's go! Back to Jiaxing!"
After figuring it out, the fat monk, ignoring his hunger, let out a low shout.
……
Even traveling at full speed, the group from Chanlan Temple returned to Jiaxing late at night.
When they arrived, they witnessed an extremely horrific scene.
Countless black insects engulfed half of Jiaxing.
Meanwhile, the people of Jiacheng were either resisting fiercely, evacuating, or crying out.
The original population of Jiaxing was 500,000, but now it is estimated that more than half of them have been lost.
No wonder, their incense offerings suffered a huge loss, and their cultivation level declined.
"Kill the enemy and rescue the people! Quickly!"
Seeing this, the fat monk disregarded the precept of monks not to kill and shouted loudly.
As he spoke, he sat on a lotus platform, a purple-gold bowl hanging from his head, and a Zen staff in his hand, and flew into the depths of the insect swarm!
He wants to capture the king first!
……
Bang~!
With a powerful strike of the staff, the queen insect's head exploded, and her body fell heavily to the ground.
Without the Queen's control, the Zerg lost their command and fled in disarray.
The crisis has been resolved.
However, the dead cannot be brought back to life.
Looking at the remaining two hundred thousand or so people gathered together, the fat monk felt as if something was blocking his chest, preventing him from speaking freely.
I shouldn't have left...
"Why are you leaving...?"
At this moment, a mother, holding the corpse of her child, which consisted of only the head and half of the body, cried out in a hoarse voice.
“We…we were going to rescue the people of Mucheng, but we never expected…that Jiacheng would encounter such a disaster.”
"It's exhausting," a young monk gasped.
"Save people? Aren't we human? Is it 200,000 or 300,000?"
They all left because of you, they died... Weren't they human?!
The mother screamed shrilly.
The fat monk watched all this with his eyes lowered and remained silent.
But he could feel that his cultivation level was still declining.
Now, no one is dying anymore, but the hearts of those who originally saved the people of Jiacheng have been extinguished.
But the fat monk didn't care; he was filled with remorse.
Click~!
But just then, a cracking sound came.
"Damn it! What Buddha? What master? He can't save people or protect the common people, so why is he worshipped? Why should I offer him incense?!"
A man wielding a steel bar smashed a corner of the small temple that housed the fat monk and the monks of Chanlan Temple!
This seemed to ignite a fire in the hearts of others, and one by one they took weapons and smashed at the small temple!
"Stop smashing! Stop smashing! Gentlemen, please stop smashing!"
The exhausted young monk stepped forward to try and stop him.
For him, this was the most meaningful thing he had ever experienced since becoming a monk.
Click~!
But then, a butcher's knife was brought down on his neck.
Having been exhausted in the previous battle, his body could not withstand a full-force attack from an ordinary person.
His head fell off, and his wide-open eyes were filled with bewilderment.
But that wasn't the end of it. From the crowd, feet and shoes trampled the head to pieces.
Right in front of the fat monk.
The next second, the purple-gold bowl swelled in the wind and fell upside down.