Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 245 - 183: What is My Fault?

Chapter 245: Chapter 183: What is My Fault?

Surprised, the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Fairy Yunxiao both seemed to reveal a hint of confusion and struggle in their eyes as they watched the scene in the phone’s camera.

Although they were unclear about the workings of the phone camera, for these two top powerhouses of the second generation, the continuous stream of images was enough to raise their guard and produce some innate resistance against the influence of the Great Bright Buddha.

Fairy Yunxiao looked at Dong’er and asked, "Who are you? And how do you know these things?"

Upon hearing this, Dong’er let out a wry smile, pressing her forehead, with a struggle appearing on her face.

In her original memories, since childhood, she had been born at the foot of Da Guangming Mountain, where she began learning to worship the Buddha and how to become an outstanding believer.

However, young as she was, she didn’t understand why she always had an innate wariness towards the Great Bright Buddha, finding various excuses to avoid worshiping and thinking up numerous ways to supplement her Buddha time.

Dong’er had thought it was just because she was exceptionally gifted, her mind naturally more agile than others.

It wasn’t until recently... that she discovered from her awakening memories that she was carrying the ’remnant soul’ of the Taiqing Sect Leader. It was with the help of the Taiqing Sect Leader’s soul that she managed to narrowly escape the influence of the Great Bright Buddha.

Recently, that ’remnant soul’ seemed to have perished, and she had completely absorbed its memories, causing a surge of intense hatred toward the Great Bright Buddha to arise in her heart.

The Zhou Tian Sect Elder, clad in a black robe, watched the scene before him with a smile, thinking, "My struggle with the Great Bright Buddha certainly can’t be as simple as common fighters competing in strength."

"In the play that follows, whoever controls more pieces will be the method by which we determine who superior."

To the man in the black robe, the entire Da Guangming Temple had long since become a vast chessboard.

He and the Great Bright Buddha were like two chess players in a game, with all other powerhouses merely pawns under their control on the board.

Just then, in the camera lens, the Great Bright Buddha, turned into a corpse, slowly opened its eyes.

A soft voice emanated from within it, carrying a potent charm, calming the mood of everyone present.

"This is a measure born of necessity."

A Buddha light spread from the Great Bright Buddha outwards in all directions.

With this sudden change, even without the camera, the naked eye could already see a sky filled with blood, dense corpses materializing among the mountains, and the originally dignified Arhats and Bodhisattvas had become dozens of old, feeble men and women.

Everyone’s hearts were full of shock, yet they were soothed by the voice of the Great Bright Buddha.

Amidst the conflicting emotions, the voice of the Great Bright Buddha continued to flow, "The Arhats and Bodhisattvas in the temple were indeed disguised by my Heart Veil."

"Only because they are all pitiful people."

"In the past, on the rivers and lakes, they were pursued by a great villain, suffering heavy injuries before escaping to Da Guangming Temple, seeking my protection."

"I saved them and took good care of them, thinking all was well, when that great villain set his sights on Da Guangming Temple."

"Because their identities were concealed by my Heart Veil, the great villain couldn’t find them and wanted to press me for their whereabouts."

"I, too, was heavily injured by him, leaving this scar on my brow that has been unable to heal for many years."

Watching the Great Bright Buddha speak, the man in the black robe thought to himself, "Twisting the mind indeed requires the aid of language."

"Wording that conforms to the wishes of the people is the key to more effectively influencing their minds."

"The Great Bright Buddha seems to want to enhance his influence through language," the person in the black robe began to smile slightly, thinking scornfully, "But how can pale words withstand the solidity of memory?"

On the other side, Dong’er didn’t believe a word the Great Bright Buddha said and shouted, "Don’t be deceived by him; he’s lying to us."

Just then, from among the many Arhats and Bodhisattvas present, an elderly woman with white hair sighed, "What he said is true."

"Ten years ago, we were indeed chased by a great villain, with no way to heaven and no door to earth, and had no choice but to escape into Da Guangming Temple."

"We thought we had escaped to safety, only to discover that the great villain had actually broken into Da Guangming Temple..."

As the Great Bright Buddha and the old woman spoke, under the waves of Buddha Sound, the people present seemed to sway slightly, and faith in the Great Bright Buddha began to rise again.

Especially those elders who looked worn by age, they seemed once more immersed in memories of the past, their eyes revealing a trace of guilt.

"Really?" The person in the black robe frowned slightly, surprised, "The Great Bright Buddha certainly doesn’t have the ability to alter others’ memories; were these people really saved by him and not deceived?"

Meanwhile, Dong’er continued, "What about them?!"

Pointing at the corpses littered all over the hill, she angrily asked, "Were they also ’saved’ by you?"

"You collect followers and corpses, using them to produce all the necessities of life for the followers, only to sell those necessities back to them at high prices."

"How many people spend the better part of their lives laboriously worshiping you, only to receive a pittance to scrape by!"

"You sell them things they could have obtained through their own toil at an inflated price!"

"You’re playing us..."

The Great Bright Buddha said indifferently, "Without me removing your sins, you would forever be mired in violence and strife; how could you then live in peace and harmony?"

"Although the corpses are unsightly, if they can labor for the living, what harm is there?"

"Since I have been in charge of Da Guangming Mountain, the mountain paths have been repaired and rejuvenated, and the corpses have produced cotton clothes, alcohol, tea, tiles, cattle, sheep, rice... replacing what the mountain people once had, like animal skins and mud huts..."

"I have taken you from a life of solely hunting and farming to one filled with the variety of goods only available in large cities."

"Since you started worshiping me, the population of Da Guangming Mountain has increased many times over."

"What is my mistake?"

Dong’er was slightly taken aback, looking at the distant corpses, and said coldly, "Did the followers all voluntarily offer their corpses? You deceived us with promises of attaining Buddhahood, but secretly turned the corpses into your tools..."

The Great Bright Buddha said quietly, "You are wrong again."

"The majority of these corpses are not those of the followers."

The Great Bright Buddha said with a compassionate face, "They are all disciples from my lineage over the generations, many of whom were killed by the great villain; they volunteered their corpses."

Dong’er said incredulously, "Disciples from your lineage? How can that be..."

The Great Bright Buddha sighed, "As for the followers who attained Buddhahood, I have never deceived you. They are now watching over you from the Buddha Realm. Would you like me to bring them here to meet you?"