Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 621 - 621 640 Kneeling before the Buddha for 3000 years only to find that the Buddha's heart has never pitied me!

621: Chapter 640: Kneeling before the Buddha for 3000 years, only to find that the Buddha’s heart has never pitied me!

621: Chapter 640: Kneeling before the Buddha for 3000 years, only to find that the Buddha’s heart has never pitied me!

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan seemed not to have heard the voices of warning from the crowd at all.

Instead, he looked indifferently at Ku Hui, his voice calm as he said, “In this world, only people kneel before me, there has never been a moment when I have knelt before others.”

“I dare to kneel, but does Tathagata dare to accept it?”

Ye Xuan’s voice wasn’t loud, nor did it contain any hint of momentum, but as soon as his voice sounded, the surrounding Heaven and Earth fell into a deathly silence, every sound ceased in this instant, as if time and space had come to a standstill.

Crack!

Suddenly, an unusual cracking sound was heard, and to the shocked and astonished gaze of the crowd, they saw the golden Buddha statue beginning to crack inch by inch.

With a thunderous crash, the golden Buddha statue collapsed to the ground in an instant.

Hiss!

Sounds of sharp intakes of breath were heard continuously, and the monk Ku Hui turned deathly pale, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

His footsteps staggered backwards as he looked at Ye Xuan again, his eyes flashing with a profound sense of horror.

“You…you….”

A silent terror filled Ku Hui’s heart.

He didn’t know what had happened, nor why the Buddha statue had collapsed on its own, but having heard Ye Xuan’s profoundly disrespectful words, his entire being trembled with dread.

Ku Hui wanted to shout angrily at Ye Xuan, and wanted to denounce his audacious words, but upon seeing Ye Xuan’s cold and indifferent eyes, the words of reproach he meant to utter were swallowed back down.

“Let…let them write their names in the Merit Book…let’s…let’s go back to the temple.”

Ku Hui suddenly turned around, quickly leaving from in front of Ye Xuan, and as his trembling voice resounded, the two monks turned pale and brought out a large yellow silk cloth, along with an ink brush, and approached the villagers.

Clearly, writing each of the villagers’ names in the Merit Book was the final part of the ritual for the Buddha’s worship day.

The villagers were simple, but not foolish.

When they heard Ye Xuan’s words, saw Ku Hui’s terrified expression, and recalled the events that had transpired, a flicker of doubt appeared in their eyes.

Their gazes towards Ye Xuan became extremely complicated.

All was silent, Heaven and Earth were mute.

Two monks, holding the silk cloth and ink brush, came before the villagers.

Each villager silently wrote their name on the cloth.

This part of the ritual did not take long, merely the time it took for an incense stick to burn.

The yellow silk was filled with their names.

Only Ye Xuan remained standing in his original place.

Uncertain and indecisive, now only Ye Xuan had yet to write his name.

This caused the two monks to exchange looks of dismay, but still, they clenched their teeth and approached Ye Xuan.

“May I ask the benefactor to sign,” one monk said with a forced smile, handing the ink brush to Ye Xuan hesitantly, waiting for him to write his name on the silk so that they could leave the Stone Village without further fright.

Ye Xuan glanced indifferently at the silk in the monk’s hand.

He was slightly silent for three breaths, then, under the gaze of the villagers, he picked up the ink brush.

With bold and vigorous strokes, Ye Xuan wielded the brush, writing something on the silk.

Several breaths passed, and he casually threw the brush to the ground, then calmly turned and headed back into the village.

“Quick…quick…look at what he wrote?” Watching Ye Xuan walking away, Ku Hui asked the two monks with a quivering voice.

“He…he…he…!”

At this moment!

The two monks were stuttering, their faces now extremely pale, holding the silk cloth as they trembled violently, their pupils constricting to the extreme, as if they had seen something terribly frightening.

“Give that to me, I want to see what he wrote,” Ku Hui said, his face grim as he stepped forward and snatched the yellow silk, casting his gaze onto it.

Silence!

A stillness as profound as death.

When Ku Hui saw the content of Ye Xuan’s writing, he was completely dumbstruck, immobile at his spot.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably, his knees weakened, and then he collapsed onto the ground like a clump of mud.

The silk fabric fell from his hands next to him, and what Ye Xuan had written was clearly visible to all the villagers.

Before Buddha, I kneeled for three thousand years, yet my heart of mercy never appeared.

Could it be that dust shields Buddha’s eyes, or merely that no incense money was presented?

The words were written with vigorous strokes and clear sharp lines.

These simple four lines fully encapsulated everything that happened today.

Moreover, they were tantamount to an egregious defiance, an outright defamation of the Buddhist Sect.

How could this not make Ku Hui and the others tremble in fear?

If Buddha is not greedy, why must people offer tributes?

If Buddha does not crave vanity, why must people prostrate themselves?

In my heart there is a Buddha, yet the Buddha does not acknowledge me.

I’ve endured all manner of suffering in this world and asked Buddha.

Buddha says, “All is predestined.”

I laugh: If you cannot aid me, what use is my worship?

Buddha claims to save all beings, but who has ever seen Buddha save anyone?

“He…

How dare he?”

Ku Hui’s face was ashen, and he roared in a shaking voice.

Clutching the yellow silk tightly, he then swept his menacing gaze over the villagers before shooting off towards the edge of the village, prompting the other monks to quickly follow.

Only the perplexed villagers remained behind.

What the simple villagers of the tiny hamlet did not realize was that in each of their eyes, an unusual light flickered.

The cracks were now showing in their once unwavering devotion to the Buddha.

Humans are the most intelligent of all creatures, the very foundation of Heaven and Earth, for it is their thoughts and wisdom that crown them so.

This has never changed.

The events of today have been witnessed by all the villagers.

Perhaps at first, they did not understand, but by the time Ku Hui and his group departed, if they still couldn’t see the stark change in Ku Hui’s behavior, they would have to call themselves fools.

Initially, Ku Hui was as indomitable as a rainbow, constantly denouncing them as rebels and scoundrels, especially furious over the offering of food and fruits and the incense money.

Yet when faced with Ye Xuan, Ku Hui’s anger dissipated into nothingness, transforming into a compassionate and merciful facade.

He spoke to them with a gentle voice and even performed healing and dispensed medicine.

The vast change in demeanor could only be attributed to one person: Ye Xuan.

It certainly was not as Ku Hui claimed, that Ye Xuan’s booming shout had saved him from the Heart Demon.

Seeing this now, Ku Hui’s previous remarks were nothing but a joke, and the villagers couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of disdain.

“Uncle Zhuo, just who exactly is Ye?” Zhang Qinghe asked with a wry smile.

“Yes, Uncle Zhuo, you say that Ye is your distant relative, but as far as everyone knows, you’ve never mentioned having any relatives,” Li Dazhuang sighed heavily.

“Even the Buddhist Envoy changed his attitude because of Brother Ye.

It seems Brother Ye is extraordinary.

No wonder he paid me no mind,” Li Xiu’er said with a wistful smile, letting out a resigned sigh.

“No matter who Little Ye is, since he has settled in our Little Stone Village, he is one of our family members.

He definitely is not a bad person, please believe in him,” Uncle Zhuo declared earnestly, bowing deeply to the villagers.

“Brother Ye is a good person.”

The little girl’s childish voice rang out, and then she ran towards Ye Xuan’s residence in the village.

“Indeed, Uncle Zhuo is right.

No matter who Brother Ye is, he has never harmed any of us.

He is our family,” Zhang Qinghe laughed heartily.

Following Zhang Qinghe’s words, the rest of the villagers voiced their agreements and then made their way towards Ye Xuan’s dwelling.

Clearly, if not for Ye Xuan today, that Buddhist Envoy would have most certainly treated them with great severity.