Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 957 - 73 Sea of Suffering

Chapter 957: Chapter 73: Sea of Suffering

Chapter 957 -73: Sea of Suffering

Elise suddenly erupted, not because she was prepared.

On the contrary, Elise hadn’t accumulated enough strength, and the action was launched hastily.

The reason was simple.

The brothel had been designated to host the annual uncovering event in Datong City, catering to all the eminent monks from the major temples of Datang Prefecture.

The seventeen girls still in training, half-made products, were also required to attend and serve.

If any monk or venerable took a liking to one or several girls, those lucky to be chosen had to accompany the venerables enthusiastically in their profound study of the joyful Buddhist teachings.

The White Lotus can grow in the mud, but it should only be admired from afar, not defiled.

Elise had the means to protect herself, but with so many monks of cultivation around her, it was a little troublesome to preserve the first group of subordinates she had rallied.

Hence, Elise wanted to escape.

But before she did, she decided to go for broke; she slaughtered the inhabitants of the brothel and spread the sins with fire.

A major fire in the city could not be easily ignored.

Especially when the brothel designated for the uncovering event was burnt to ashes in the fire—it was even more serious.

The City Lord’s Mansion sent people to investigate the situation, as did the well-known temples outside the city.

After some inspection, the people from the City Lord’s Mansion determined that it was the doing of some bandits on a certain mountain and decided to report to the City Lord to launch a sweeping operation against the bandits.

The people from the temples, however, stood in front of a water tank, gazing at the clear, transparent water and the White Lotus quietly blooming within it.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

After a long time, the handsome young monk brought his hands together in prayer, chanted the Buddha’s name, took a few steps away from the spot where Elise entered the fire.

“Is it the enemy of Buddha?”

The young monk muttered to himself, “Or is it a calamity of Buddha?”

Looking up at the sky, the young monk saw the three great suns in the firmament and his expression was complex, a mix of compassion, a desire nearly spilling out, and hidden pain in his eyes.

“I hope it’s the enemy of Buddha, not a calamity of Buddha!”

Sighing inwardly, the young monk decided that after returning to the mountain, he would not engage in worldly affairs and would go into seclusion, waiting for the day when the dust settled.

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Of course, the latter can whip up far greater turmoil than the former.

Meanwhile, Elise led sixteen girls and twenty-three courtesans who had pledged their loyalty, through the fire to the foot of a mountain.

This mountain was called Mount Liang, a place name Elise had learned from the Brothel Manager, which she had validated after some investigation to be her chosen landing spot.

“Let’s rest first.”

Without hurrying to climb the mountain, Elise found a hollow and gave the order.

Caught off guard by the sudden change, both the older women and the younger girls had restless minds and pounding hearts.

Upon receiving Elise’s command, they quickly found clean spots to sit and calm themselves.

Elise didn’t pay attention to these people; she focused on adjusting her condition, adapting to the recently surged power.

It wasn’t that Elise’s status wasn’t sufficient to control power corresponding to that of a Third Level Wizard; rather, every different system needed a period of adaptation.

The power she was now using came from the Wusheng Patriarchal Divine Method left behind by “I,” allowing her to become the White Lotus Saintess or even the Eternal Mother, powered by resentment and belief.

Now that she had a seedling of belief and found a source of resentment.

What Elise needed to do was control this power quickly, rather than be controlled by it.

Otherwise, even if Elise didn’t want to become “I,” or the White Lotus Saintess in the Special Ruin World disturbed by the ninth challenge, which would lead to the destruction of countless worlds, she would have to lose her nature and become “I” or the destructive White Lotus Saintess.

Fortunately, with one prior experience, Elise soon completed her adaptation.

The girls and the women had by now calmed themselves as much as they could, and those who hadn’t were not Elise’s concern. She stood up and headed up the mountain.

Seeing this, the girls and women hurriedly followed.

Mount Liang had once been occupied by a group of bandits, who later killed a monk and provoked a temple.

Mount Liang, which the City Lord’s Mansion and all major clans had failed to conquer over many years, was wiped out overnight.

The fierce blaze burned for three full days, turning all living beings on Mount Liang, from humans to insects, birds, beasts, trees, and plants, into ash before it finally extinguished.

More than a decade passed and Mount Liang had somewhat revived, but no bandits dared to claim it again.

There were rumors that the Buddha Lords had cursed Mount Liang.

Anyone who went up the mountain would die violently.

And this was not just hearsay; there have indeed been desperate people who went to Mount Liang to hunt or reclaim land.

They managed to catch game and successfully reclaimed the land, but not long after, those who went up the mountain began to deteriorate in health and subsequently died.

With such examples accumulating, the belief in the curse from the Buddha Lords took root and spread widely, and people believed it without doubt.

So, was Mount Liang really cursed by the Buddha Lords?

Elise arrived in front of an inconspicuous cliff mid-mountain, silently contemplating the cliff face that was as smooth as a mirror.

“Ha! Compassion!”

With a sneer on her lips, Elise raised her right hand and pushed it toward the cliff.

In an instant, a palm print with clear fingerprints emerged on the surface as smooth as a mirror.

In the center of the palm, a piece of silk inscribed with a Buddhist verse was ground into dust and scattered with the wind.

The girls and women couldn’t see the intricacies, the effortless skill, or the desirability of what Elise had just done.