Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 958 - 73 Bitter Sea_2

Chapter 958: Chapter 73 Bitter Sea_2

Chapter 958 -73 Bitter Sea_2

They felt that Mount Liang had instantly transformed.

From its previously lifeless state, it suddenly burst forth with vibrant life.

Even the air they breathed felt much fresher.

The chirping of the birds also started to sound lively.

“Let’s go, up the mountain,”

Elise gave no time for reflection, she dropped her hand and continued onward.

The girls and women hurried to keep up.

Before long, the group reached the summit of Mount Liang.

“Logging, building, clearing, planting, husbandry,”

Elise coldly spat out five words and was the first to start moving.

Without a second thought, the sixteen girls immediately followed suit.

The women, who had been raised in brothels like canaries, accustomed to an easy life where “light” work earned money, looked at each other in bewilderment.

However, remembering those who dared not and did not want to enter into the great fire,

despite many reluctances in their hearts, the women also began to work together.

After a few tries, their tender hands, unaccustomed to toil but pampered, were chafed and filled with cuts, their backs ached, and they were gasping for breath.

If possible, the women really wanted to throw down their burdens and stop.

However, faced with the threat of death, the women had no choice but to join Elise in the hard labor to build a new settlement on Mount Liang.

Time passed day by day.

Half a month later, Mount Liang was completely transformed.

A dozen rickety wooden huts that could barely house people were erected on the summit.

Every suitable area was cleared and planted with rice, wheat, beans, vegetables, and fruits.

They also built several cattle barns, pig pens, sheep fields, chicken coops, and duck houses to raise cattle, pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks.

Even though the buildings and activities were not up to standard and the harvest yielded might be meager, the girls and women gained immense satisfaction from their work.

“So it turns out that labor is such a beautiful thing.”

Their hands were rough, their faces sunburned, their waists thickened, their arms strengthened, and the spirits of the women had transformed as well.

Just as the women and girls were full of hope about the day their labors would bear fruit, Elise issued the order to descend the mountain.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Now was the time for these women, who were initially just sparks, to expand their ranks.

Elise’s request to the girls and women was simple: relay the principles they had learned from her over the past half-month to the poor oppressed by the Buddhist temples and monks, exploited and humiliated.

If she could recruit five people to Mount Liang, she would be a Squad Leader;

If she could bring back ten people, she would be a Group Leader;

If she could bring back a hundred people, she would be a Centurion.

The sky was the limit.

Being a Squad Leader, Group Leader, Centurion, etc., was just a position with not much privilege, merely the ability to manage and command the corresponding number of subordinates.

But even this, especially for the women, was very exciting.

They had always been ordered around by others—could they actually command and manage others now?

Thinking about it felt like a dream.

The girls and women grabbed some gold, silver, dry food, and water and rushed down the mountain.

Elise stood on the summit, gazing down at the departing group, her eyes filled with pain and confusion.

Is it right or wrong to use one somewhat evil force to overthrow another that is extremely evil?

“I am right,”

After a long while, Elise softly said to herself, “I am right!”

The confusion and pain in her eyes disappeared, a faint red light flashed imperceptibly.

White Horse Zen Institution.

Half a month after entering the Dharma Hall, Link was finally permitted to end his seclusion and leave not only the Dharma Hall but also the White Horse Zen Institution to relax.

Link had no thoughts of relaxing, but he still left the Dharma Hall and went to the Reception Pavilion.

“Master,”

Upon entering Monk Yuanzhi’s meditation room, Link greeted him.

“Sit,”

Monk Yuanzhi pointed to the cushion in front of him and spoke softly.

“Thank you, Master,”

Link did as told and sat on the cushion, then turned to greet Monk Liao Chen beside him, “Senior brother.”

“Junior brother, how was the Dharma Hall?”

Monk Liao Chen was very concerned as he asked, “Is the food to your liking?”

Um…

This concern was very sincere.

Link shook his head in response, “It’s not as good as what we have at the Reception Pavilion.”

“Haha, I knew it, the meals at our Reception Pavilion are the best,” he laughed.

Monk Liao Chen laughed heartily, looking very proud of himself.

Monk Yuanzhi also smiled, as if the delicious meals at the Reception Pavilion were a rare honor.

After the masters and disciples laughed, they started discussing important matters.

Monk Yuanzhi asked, “Liao Fan, you haven’t been to the Bodhi Institute yet, have you?”

“No.”

Link honestly replied, “As soon as I entered the Dharma Hall, the head monk asked me to perfect the Heavenly Vision, Heavenly Ear, and Predestination Techniques. I haven’t had the chance to visit the Bodhi Institute yet.”

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“Hmm.”

Monk Yuanzhi nodded slightly, without asking whether he had perfected them, and went straight to the point, “Then let’s not go for now. Get ready, you and your senior brother will take a trip to Guanglin Mansion. The Prince of Guanglin plans to find a son-in-law for his daughter and wishes to connect with Buddhism. Since our White Horse Zen Institution has a long-standing good relationship with the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion, we naturally need to send representatives. I am sending you and Liao Chen, my only two disciples from the Reception Pavilion.”

“Yes.”

Link agreed, but felt something odd in his heart.

Buddhist monks publicly forming familial ties and having children?

Hehe… amusing.

Just as he was thinking this, Link felt a stir in his heart—a sense of destiny was upon him again.

This trip seemed likely to bring some interesting events.

Guanglin Mansion, within the estate of the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion.

Jasmine looked helplessly at Lotson, who wore a mask, and asked irritably, “Are you sure that if I agree to the marriage proposal, I’ll be able to find my husband?”

“I’m sure.”

Lotson patted his chest, exuding a guaranteeing confidence, “You’re my cheap sister-in-law, and I’m your cheap uncle, would I ever let my cheap brother be cuckolded? No way! Absolutely not!”

Hearing this, Jasmine’s look towards Lotson grew even more suspicious.

It was filled with doubt.

This made Lotson quite hurt, and he immediately complained, “Are you doubting me? Are you doubting me? Am I that kind of person? Huh? Am I that kind of person?”

“You are.”

Jasmine coldly spat out a sentence, which almost made Lotson choke on his own saliva.

After the humorous exchange, Lotson dropped his frivolous attitude and earnestly said, “Don’t worry, my cheap sister-in-law, I’m really not messing with you this time, just like last time when I said I’d bring you to meet my cheap brother—I didn’t lie, did I?”

“Fine.”

Jasmine cracked a smile, “I’ll take your word that you’re not messing with me. But you need to give me a guarantee, otherwise, I don’t rule out running away from the marriage when the time comes.”

Lotson’s face immediately turned sour, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Too much fooling around at night, and eventually, ghosts appear.

Too much jesting, and in turn, it was used to squeeze him.

If it wasn’t for the fact that facilitating this marriage proposal at the prince’s mansion would greatly assist with what Lotson needed to do next, he wouldn’t bother dealing with Jasmine’s squeezing.

“Fine, I’ll give a guarantee,” Lotson said sullenly.

As he spoke, he also extended his right hand, offering a thick stack of banknotes.

These were all collected by Lotson recently, observing that many wealthy households had lots of money hidden but nowhere to spend it, making their lives extremely difficult. Out of kindness, he had helped to lighten their burdens.

Now, Jasmine knocked a sizable amount out of him.

When giving a guarantee, of course, a deposit was most effective.

Jasmine snatched the banknotes from Lotson’s hand and started counting them happily.

With this money, she could buy a few more bookstores, print more books, hire more people, and accumulate more power.

During her observations over time, Jasmine found, not just in Guanglin Mansion but many places had become powder kegs.

Just a spark could definitely trigger an explosion.

Once the civilian uprisings began, the rule of the high-and-mighty Buddhist temples and monks would be impacted.

Regardless of how quickly suppression was enacted, it ultimately meant internal consumption.

A zero-sum game.

The remaining influence of Buddhism being consumed more meant that the difficulty for Wizards and the Immortal Gods Civilization in overcoming Buddhist involvement also decreased.

It would make Link’s tasks much smoother.

Jasmine’s heart was entirely focused on Link and his mission, not noticing a slight, special emotion in Lotson’s eyes.

It was akin to sadness, akin to pity.