Chapter 2209: 2208: The Buddha Country Is Gone, but the Demon Race Remains

Capítulo 2209: Chapter 2208: The Buddha Country Is Gone, but the Demon Race Remains

Xu Zimei looked at the old man with a half-smile.

The old man, with his thick skin, continued, “Sir, this incense truly smells wonderful, and Buddha is indeed effective. You should give it a try.”

“What if it’s ineffective?” Xu Zimei asked.

“If it’s ineffective, you can tear down this temple,” the old man said confidently.

Xu Zimei looked around at the dilapidated temple.

He laughed and said, “Is there really a need to tear it down?”

“It’s already a ruin, what difference would it make if it’s torn down?”

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the old man quickly reminded, “Sir, you shouldn’t speak carelessly, all the Buddhas in the sky are listening.”

“I’ve heard people say that the Barefoot Monk of Cloud Interval Temple is a fraud,” Xu Zimei said.

He looked down.

The Barefoot Monk was indeed barefoot, without shoes.

He also smelled quite rank.

As if he hadn’t bathed in many years.

“Fraud?”

“Sir, how can you slander someone without reason,” the Barefoot Monk hurriedly said.

“Buddha exists in the heart, whether you believe it or not is up to you.”

“Then I will believe for once,” Xu Zimei suddenly said.

In the astonished eyes of the Barefoot Monk, Xu Zimei took the incense and casually tossed a few hundred Spirit Stones.

Seeing this, the Barefoot Monk couldn’t quite process it.

“Did this person really buy it?”

It’s known that Cloud Interval Temple’s reputation has plummeted over the years, and no one believes in the Buddha Monk anymore.

Let alone pay for this expensive incense.

He was only saying it casually, not expecting Xu Zimei to actually pay.

But when he looked at Xu Zimei.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that the other party wasn’t a genuinely devout believer.

So what was the person’s origin, and what was the purpose?

As the Barefoot Monk pondered, Xu Zimei approached the Jade Buddha.

He lit the incense and placed a few sticks before it.

However, he did not bow.

Offering incense was enough, for in his life, except for his parents, he wouldn’t worship anyone.

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Looking at the Jade Buddha split in two by a sword mark, Xu Zimei asked, “Haven’t you thought about repairing the statue?”

“No money,” the Barefoot Monk said straightforwardly.

“Doesn’t your Buddha give you money?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Since the worship is so efficacious, can’t you ask for wealth?”

“Amitabha,” the old man clasped his hands together, shaking his head slightly.

“For those who have left worldly life, all is void. How can one bow for external possessions?”

“Cloud Interval Temple is so dirty and messy, why don’t you tidy it up?”

Xu Zimei asked again.

“That has nothing to do with money, right? You can clean the temple yourself.”

“If you really don’t want to tidy up, then just close it down early. Why keep it like this?”

To Xu Zimei’s words, the Barefoot Monk no longer smiled.

He could see that Xu Zimei had a purpose for being here and wasn’t just a good-natured visitor.

So he said, “You seem to have quite a few questions, sir.”

Xu Zimei wasn’t interested in engaging in cryptic exchanges.

He simply reached out and extracted the other half of the Divine Soul representing the Third-Eye Demon Monarch.

Currently, the Divine Soul was eroded and polluted, akin to a completely unconscious Spiritual Body.

Seeing this other half of the Divine Soul, the Barefoot Monk’s mouth hung agape, unable to close.

“I bought the incense, didn’t you say it’s very effective? Now help me fulfill a wish,” Xu Zimei said.

“I hope the Buddha Lord can help me purify this Divine Soul.”

“Sir, even Buddha needs time,” the Barefoot Monk said.

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“Why don’t you go back and wait a few days first?”

“Barefoot Monk,” Xu Zimei directly addressed.

“What’s the point of you staying here?”

There wasn’t much to hide between the two, the Barefoot Monk dropped his smile, regaining seriousness.

Looking at Xu Zimei, he asked, “Who exactly are you?”

Before confirming if the other was friend or foe, the Barefoot Monk naturally wouldn’t speak carelessly.

Xu Zimei first took out the Token given to him by the Old Longevity Man.

It served as a token of trust.

At the sight of the Token, the Barefoot Monk was momentarily stunned.

Then he said, “Are you an old acquaintance?”

“Not an acquaintance, someone gave it to me,” Xu Zimei said.

“I want to know, is there any connection between Cloud Interval Temple and the Buddha Country?”

“You don’t need to be so cautious; the Buddha Country has fallen to this state, what is there left to fear or lose?”

To Xu Zimei’s words, the Barefoot Monk contemplated.

After a long time, he finally lifted his head.

He said, “There is no Buddha Country, only Cloud Interval Temple.”

The meaning was simple, the Buddha Country and Cloud Interval Temple were essentially one entity.

Yet they seemed different.

“And what about Jade Mountain Buddha?” Xu Zimei asked, “Is it still alive?”

“Or is there a new Buddha Lord now?”

As if sensing Xu Zimei knew quite a bit, the Barefoot Monk said, “There is no longer a Buddha Country, so naturally there is no Buddha Lord.”

“Jade Mountain Buddha fell long ago, now only I remain.”

“What exactly happened on Kanglong Mountain back then?” Xu Zimei asked.

The Barefoot Monk fell silent for a moment.

He said, “It was the Holy Court. The Buddha Monk wanted to revive the Buddha Country, but how could the Holy Court stand by idly?”

“Their eyes have always been on us remnants of the old era.”

Xu Zimei didn’t argue with this.

The Holy Court indeed had reservations about the demons of the past, and some of the Demon Race’s people.

Even though so much time had passed.

If everyone was like the Barefoot Monk, just biding time, it would’ve been fine.

But Jade Mountain Buddha wanted to revive the Buddha Country, and the Holy Court couldn’t allow that.

Xu Zimei didn’t know Jade Mountain Buddha.

Or perhaps during the peak of the Buddha Country, Jade Mountain Buddha hadn’t been born yet.

He lived in an era where the Buddha Country had already declined.

Or perhaps Jade Mountain Buddha was merely an idealist.

After its death, the Buddha Country completely fell.

The Barefoot Monk before him could be the last survivor. He lacked the talent and ambition of a Buddha Lord.

He could only guard Cloud Interval Temple, eventually dying alone in this dilapidated temple.

“Who are you?” The Barefoot Monk was still very confused about Xu Zimei’s identity.

After all, very few people knew about the secrets from long ago.

Xu Zimei didn’t speak; instead, he stretched out his hands.

Strands of Demonic Qi lingered at his fingertips.

“Demon… Demon…”

The Barefoot Monk murmured to himself, even suspecting he was seeing things.

It’s known in the history of the Buddha Country, during its peak years, the Buddha Country rose backed by the Demon Race.

This is something every Buddha Country person knew.

But alas, success came from the Demon Race, and defeat too.

Compared to the Buddha Country, the fate of the Demon Race seemed even worse.

The Barefoot Monk never imagined seeing the Demon Race again in his lifetime.

At this point, he had no doubts about Xu Zimei’s identity.

“You… you came for that thing?” The Barefoot Monk asked.

This puzzled Xu Zimei, who asked, “What do you mean!”