Chapter 513 If I were the Qing Emperor in his time

Lu Ji grinned and said, "Big monk, you are quite strong, but I don't know how many punches your golden body can withstand from me!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked forward, his body like a swimming dragon or a ghost. Afterimages in the air surrounded the golden body. Every time he moved his body, he threw a powerful punch, hitting the golden body with Buddha's light and the sound of golden weapons and iron continued, as if a blacksmith was hammering the fine steel.

"Although you have not committed any small evil, you have caused great harm. I have not practiced enough. Although I am a person from the secular world, I live in the mortal world. How can I find peace and tranquility?"

Liaokong sighed lightly. The Buddhist way of giving up is for one person to transcend and then save all living beings from sinking. But if one disregards the greater good and allows this demon country to unify the world, how can there be any Buddhist monks born in the world? Even if there are, they will be the followers of the Mara sect who distort the scriptures and filth the Buddhist principles.

Lu Ji laughed loudly, "Stubborn monk, open your eyes and look at this world for the Buddha. Before the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the people were stupid and ignorant, and it was difficult to get enough food and clothing. You said that the immortal way values ​​life and the Buddhist way saves people, but why don't you see people sinking into depravity? Under the control of you monks, the mortal world is like a stagnant pool of water. It has remained the same for thousands of years. Technology, people's livelihood, and all aspects of human life have not changed at all."

"Look at the Ming Dynasty since its founding. We have enlightened the people, improved people's livelihood, and spread science and technology. Everyone has surplus food at home. Look down, those on the battlefield are all the common people you are talking about, and they are also the ants in your mouths. They don't need you to save them, and they don't want you to save them. They will find a way out on their own!"

Liaokong looked towards the battlefield. Those armored men were originally mortals without any cultivation. If the Ming Emperor had not used strange magic to put on thick armor for them and then used evil methods to transform their bodies, how could they have dealt with the cultivators in the world? Otherwise, those cultivators would have been able to overwhelm a large number of them with just a bit of momentum.

But now, this group of mortals have forcibly joined the battlefield of cultivators. Countless arrogant practitioners have been killed by the ants in their eyes. Despite the increasingly tragic losses, they remain unshakable and are determined not to retreat until death.

Lü Ji stopped punching, panting, and looked at the sky: "You said we are demons, and the people of the Ming Dynasty are deceived by the demons, but it is precisely us demons who give the people the power to choose."

"Whether they choose to build in the rear or fight on the front line, it is their own choice. Even if they do not choose anything, we respect that."

"And you, you are immortals, Buddhas, and righteous people. You always talk about the common people, but you treat the common people as chess pieces and let them be manipulated by you. Do you really think that protecting them behind you and making decisions for the common people that should belong to them is compassion?"

Lu Ji sneered, "Monk, all living beings are in sorrow and drowning in the sea of ​​suffering. How many people have you saved in your lifetime of cultivation?"

"Yes, the spiritual tower we built will enhance people's will and brainwash mortals' thoughts."

He raised a finger: "But the premise of bathing in the spiritual tower is to acknowledge Daming's thoughts, accept Daming's thoughts, and thus refine one's own thoughts, condense the seal of steel, ignite the heart of steel, distort reality with the will of steel, and resist the magic of practitioners."

Looking at the somewhat dazed Luo Kong, Lu Ji smiled slightly: "Does it feel familiar? The devil has the method of devil contamination, and the Buddhist sect also has the method of saving people, illusion, incense and so on. The essence of their practice is nothing more than stealing the thoughts of sentient beings, using the thoughts of sentient beings to cleanse oneself and help practice."

"It's just that the devil takes the turbid thoughts of sentient beings, while the Buddha chooses the purity of sentient beings. They are all thieves, thieves of the heart, and robbers. Now we are building a strong tower of the mind, just to avoid listening to the words of Taoism and Buddhist principles, just to forge a steel ambition that is independent of immortals and Buddhas!"

"Do you know why I told you so much?" Lu Ji suddenly asked. Without waiting for Lekong to answer, he continued, "Because Taoism seeks freedom, Buddhism advocates compassion, and the vast Buddhist temples gather the hearts of Buddhists. And you, the monk Lekong, as the head of the lower world, your name is well-known."

His breathing became heavier, like a broken bellows. Lu Ji pointed downwards and said, "And they, these mortals, actually have too many concerns about their choices. Facing immortals like you, they dare not claim victory. Or, they made a choice that they knew had no chance of winning, but were willing to do so."

"And I am standing here to tell them that if humans and immortals, mortals and Buddhas must compete to see who wins, then humans will definitely win in the end!"

After saying that, Lu Ji gasped and raised his fist, which passed from his waist to the middle of the courtyard and was raised high above his head. His breathing was disordered and his eyes were bright, staring straight at the fist, as if it was the purest belief and he was the most devout believer.

"If I become the Jade Emperor in the future, I will reward you by letting the peach blossoms bloom together!" He threw a punch, and the force of the punch lifted his body and smashed towards the big Buddha like a meteor. Seeing this life-threatening punch coming, Liaokong raised his palm to respond.

"The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!"

The Buddha's palm opened and turned into a Pure Land, filled with the good men and women who had been led to paradise by Liaokong over the years. In this Pure Land, there was no worry about food and clothing, no pain of separation, no difficulty of life and death, no greed, anger, and evil. All there was was a heart to worship the Buddha. Believers did not have to worry about having enough to eat, but only had to chant the Buddhist scriptures, meditate, and burn their fingers.

It is also because of the offerings from the Buddhists in this world that Kong has been able to achieve his cultivation. When he achieves Buddhahood and ascends to paradise in the future, the believers in this Buddhist kingdom will also be included in the Buddha's land, become monks and novices, and always accompany the Buddha.

Buddha's light suddenly appeared, and scriptures appeared through the mouths of all living beings, transforming into swastika Buddhist seals, trying to block Lu Ji's way. Lu Ji threw a punch with unstoppable force. There was a loud bang, and his figure had pierced through the Buddha's palm, and the quiet and peaceful Buddhist country was also disturbed. The believers in the Buddhist country lost their peace for a moment, and all kinds of expressions appeared on their faces.

Lu Ji disappeared, and punched the Buddha in the chest. At the same time, a figure in green clothes emerged behind him, more than a thousand feet tall. As soon as he appeared, he raised his hand and pointed in the distance, and a gorgeous peach tree appeared, stretching its branches to its fullest.

As for the thousand-foot-tall Buddha, the loud sound of a bell continued, its golden body shattered, and it was covered with brocade everywhere, with flowers blooming inch by inch, and pink peach blossoms bloomed all over its body. The next second, the Buddha collapsed with a loud bang, leaving only a peach blossom pavilion on the ground.

The air instantly weakened. The golden body was the place where his Buddha's kingdom was placed. Buddhism does not cultivate the physical body, and regards it as a smelly skin bag that will be discarded in the future, but the golden body is needed to house the soul. Now it was smashed to pieces by Lu Ji's punch, and his Taoism skills were lost like water, with only one tenth left.

His face was calm, and he did not take Lu Ji's heart-piercing remarks to heart. Those sharp words were not even as good as the discussion between Buddhist practitioners from the same school but different sects, which made people cry out for heresy.

"Master Lu, is it worth it?"

Lu Ji paused, revealing only a hint of a smile, and then his body turned into dust bit by bit. That punch contained everything he had and ignited everything he had. Even the immortality of the neural worm host was burned by him. Otherwise, how could he fight against this old monk who had practiced for thousands of years!
Green dust and Lu Ji's remains fell to the ground. As soon as the dust touched the ground, it awakened the earth's vitality and made it lush and green. The remains were buried in the earth and turned into grass, trees, and grains, full of vitality. Surrounded by grains and weeds, a thin-twigged peach tree slowly sprouted.

On his deathbed, Lu Ji vaguely remembered those memories that seemed like those from his past life. He was originally a farm boy, a rough farmer, who took care of the crops every day and managed to make ends meet.

Unfortunately, there was a natural disaster that year and the harvest was completely destroyed. The evil officials came to collect the grain and took away the only remaining grain seeds for the next year. In order to protect the grain seeds, his father was severely beaten and fell ill and died of depression. However, Lu Ji knew that his father did not die of illness, but was starved to death.

He traveled to another place, and when the barbarians broke into the city, he turned into a red-flame fire ghost. When the nerve worm parasitized him, Lu Ji gained a magical power called the Farmer's Three Punches. In fact, he was still a farmer who took care of the fields. He was really scared of hunger.

"Perhaps this punch should be called the genius of people's food"

With the last bit of regret, he slowly disappeared surrounded by a field full of abundant crops, which were also the crops he was most familiar with.

A breeze blew, stirring the wheat waves. Above this bloody battlefield, ears of grain formed and weighed down the seedlings.

It’s a good harvest.

(End of this chapter)