From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 267: The Sinful Camp, The Sinful Park

"My God, is this Buddhism? Such... such terrifying power! Such tremendous strength!"

"Holy crap, this is terrifying. A Bodhisattva can suppress an entire city, and a single Buddhist monk can suppress thousands of people!"

"He's just chanting on the ground, yet he can wield such immense power? How on earth is he doing that?"

In the livestream room, which was already flooded with countless viewers, these comments refreshed at a frantic pace, leaving even more people in absolute astonishment!

After all, the dazzling, light-filled legends of the Church were no longer a rare sight on the internet. Rome, Luo City, New York... such miraculous events had occurred in all these places.

Battles featuring Leon fighting a werewolf or even a demon were frequently caught on camera. This had practically become a routine in America. At the very least, the exceptionally broad-minded Americans had grown completely accustomed to it.

However, this was their first time witnessing such a unique spectacle. The visual effects of Buddhism were on a completely different level from those of the Church; they were filled with a serene, peaceful tranquility.

Zanluo could suppress a city, and Mion could purify thousands. This ability to alter human hearts left everyone in awe and admiration, but it also made international personnel much more vigilant regarding Buddhism!

Mion had already stood up. The Buddhist monk, dressed in poor-quality, coarse clothes, gazed at the crowd with clear, translucent eyes. "We can go check on those people now, and you may go rescue that faithful. What do you think?"

George nodded slightly. He did not feel humiliated or enraged at being outshined.He clearly recognized that when it came to soothing people's hearts, he simply could not compare to this Buddhist monk. Yet, by the same token, if Bennett Angus or any bishop who had completed the bishop's precept were here, they could easily accomplish what Mion had just done.

Every profession had its specialty. It was merely a matter of division of labor. Naturally, he did not mind; on the contrary, he owed the man a favor.

If Mion had not arrived, he would have had to summon an angel. While that would have resolved the issue, it would also have caused his internal rating within the Church to drop.

This was unavoidable. Being forced to use a trump card like an angel against a mere human warlord would undoubtedly be considered a failure of duty on his part.

These thoughts flashed through George's mind like lightning, but outwardly, he maintained an impassive expression. "I have already sensed his location. Let us go!"

The group set out, trailed by the military personnel who followed Mion. Naturally, Dakan, the warlord leader, was also among them.

This man, who should have been surrounded by sycophants like stars revolving around the moon, was now utterly speechless, following behind them with a look of sheer terror.

"Mr. Dakan, you said it yourself: you wanted to experience the happy lives of these people!" Mion's voice drifted back from the front. "Shall we start with the first person?"

He pointed to an unkempt man by the roadside. Compared to the surrounding victims who still had the strength to resist, this man appeared rather peculiar.

He looked dazed and emaciated, missing parts of his arms. When he opened his mouth, there was no tongue to be seen—only a dark, hollow cavity.

The moment Dakan saw the man, his eyes twitched violently. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but then he heard the man before him speak!

Yes, under Mion's guidance, this tongueless man was actually speaking!

His dull eyes fixed onto Dakan, filled with an indescribable hatred. "Ah... ah... He defiled my wife and daughter, forcing them to receive clients outside while tying me up in a cage to watch. Then he cut out my tongue and chopped off my hands..."

"Dakan! I am not your enemy. I am your savior! When you were on the verge of death, I was the one who carried you to the doctor and spent my own money to save you!"

"And just to establish your so-called prestige, you reduced me to this state!"

"But I am still alive, Dakan! I am still alive!"

The man's face twisted into a ferocious and terrifying visage, looking just like a ghost from Hell, as he lunged right up to the warlord's face. "Look at me! Look at me! Ah! Look at me!"

Dakan turned his head away. If it had been anyone else, he could have faced them with arrogant self-righteousness, but he could not do so with this man.

That was exactly why he had gone to such extremes to destroy him. After all, a favor too great becomes indistinguishable from a grudge!

But now, looking at the man's ghastly, ghost-like appearance, he suddenly felt regret. 'If I had handled things a little better back then, would I be suffering a bit less right now?'

'I should have just killed him!'

This was Dakan's last fleeting thought before he experienced the pain. A moment later, his body was completely engulfed in an indescribable agony!

"Ah... ah... ah..." He wanted to scream miserably, but he felt the suffocating torment of being silenced. That excruciating despair was broadcasted in the livestream room with every detail clearly visible!

After all, it was the dual suffering of mind and body—that silent, decade-spanning torment crushing down upon his soul!

However, very few people in the livestream room felt any sympathy for him:

"Serves him right! Disgusting scum like him should just be killed outright!"

"Wouldn't killing him be letting him off too easy? I think the Master did the right thing. He needs to experience this exact kind of suffering!"

"What kind of monster is this! Biting the hand that feeds him. It's one thing not to repay his savior, but to actively take revenge on him? He truly deserves death!"

"Watching this is so incredibly satisfying. If I didn't know this was his own livestream room, I would have tipped!"

Among those present, no one found this inappropriate either. No matter which religious sect one belonged to, committing such atrocities guaranteed the harshest capital punishment, without a doubt!

No religion would allow such human trash to exist. Thus, they simply watched, pondering how they could devise an equally creative punishment if they ever encountered a similar situation.

Mion softly chanted a Buddhist mantra. "General Dakan, do not linger. Keep walking forward. The happy life you were looking forward to has only just begun!"

Hearing this, the victims who had previously been pacified by the Buddhist scriptures instantly understood what was happening!

It turned out that this "Master" was taking Dakan to personally experience life in this place!

Such a wonderful opportunity existed? The vast majority of their suffering had been inflicted by this man, so of course, he needed to taste it for himself!

The people, who were already exhilarated from being freed, began to gather around Mion, recounting their horrific ordeals to him:

"Someone tricked me into thinking I could make good money here, so I came. Now, I get beaten every single week. If I don't meet my quota, I get shocked with electric batons, starved, and thrown into the water room... And I'm actually considered one of the better-treated ones among everyone here!"

Merely hearing these words made many listeners feel deeply uncomfortable. The sheer terror and despair of this place disgusted everyone!

These testimonies represented an unforgettable hatred, as well as a sickeningly grotesque reality!

Under the rule of this warlord, death was the greatest blessing, because everything else was nothing but sin!

'Stop talking, stop talking...' Dakan despaired. He began to hate himself for inventing so many cruel tortures just to satisfy his evil desires. Now, this damned Buddhist monk was going to make him experience every single one of them firsthand!

Unfortunately, he could not vocalize a single word. He could only watch as the impassive Buddhist monk turned his gaze back toward him. "General Dakan, the second person's experience begins now..."

"Hiss..." Dakan was instantly thrust into that person's physical sensations. He found himself plunged into a bottomless water prison, surrounded by disgusting feces and sewage. He was left dangling from a rope, watching helplessly as the foul water continuously rose until it reached his nose and mouth!

He had to constantly stand on his tiptoes to avoid swallowing the sewage, yet he could still feel the overpowering stench surging into his face!

Dakan remembered. This was the sewage cage of fear he had personally designed. It had forced countless people into submission, but now, the one being forced to submit was him!

Fear spread rapidly through his heart. The greater terror lay in the fact that this was only the second person's life. He still had to face the third, the fourth... the five thousandth!

"Amitābha. Since you feel regret and fear, have you ever considered the victims who plunged into torment under your control?" Right at that moment, Mion's voice echoed directly into Dakan's ears.

The once-arrogant warlord finally collapsed, kowtowing desperately to Mion. 'Master, I was wrong! I repent! I apologize... I will even die, just give me a quick end, please?'

"You feel no remorse. In your heart, you even wish to kill me. Without sincere repentance, you will continue to suffer this exact punishment even if you go to Hell!" Mion's voice was indifferent and cold. "This poor monk will not kill you. This poor monk does not take life. I will simply wait for the moment you finally awaken to the truth!"

"If a person can control themselves, they will guard themselves well. The wise in this world can always mend their own ways."

Mion loudly chanted a Buddhist mantra, looking every bit the enlightened high monk. Yet, right before him lay Dakan, covered in his own filth, enduring endless agony, and utterly unable to speak.

In the livestream room, many guilty individuals trembled all over. What a terrifying future this was—to endure so much agonizing torment, yet not even have the right to die?

"Decisive force, a Wrathful Vajra!" someone muttered in a low voice. This incident was undoubtedly a glorious moment of divine manifestation for Buddhism!