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Chapter 77 The Persecution of Buddhism by the Li Dynasty

Incendiary bombs are consumables at the spiritual level. When they explode, they produce scattering iron fragments and oil flames that gnaw at the bone, ensuring that the fire will not go out for three minutes.

As for the novelist's chess pieces... it's truly a blessing from his ancestors. Even now, he still occasionally takes them out to play with, the deep blue pieces swinging back and forth between his fingers.

Fang Jin hadn't expected that casually grabbing something from that cart would yield such a valuable item. The sixteen-grid space and the ability to exchange items offered him countless opportunities to showcase his skills.

It can be said that all of Chen Yuanqing's arrangements in the previous battle against the scavengers revolved around this piece of equipment, and even the final hidden goods were placed inside, but Fang Jin unknowingly took the credit.

"And Chen Yuanqing..."

"He was probably an illegal immigrant too."

Fang Jin held the chess piece with his fingertips, trying to stabilize it so it wouldn't wobble and fall, but his mind was preoccupied with other things. That last glimpse had left a very deep impression on him.

In fact, there were precedents before this. Five years ago, someone seemed to appear out of nowhere but was immediately accepted by the scavengers and became a de facto leader without arousing any suspicion.

Five years later, he orchestrated the destruction of the scavengers, squeezing every last drop of value from the fallen debris. The treasure room within the chessboard space held a star remnant as its most important treasure...

Star remains have no value to the people of the main world, because this world is young and vibrant and doesn't need such special tonics. But stowaways are different, whether it's Zhou Tongtong or Chen Yuanqing.

Most of these illegal immigrants come from places where their homelands are crumbling and the primordial energy of their planets is nearly depleted. They then place their hopes on the connection between the main world and the heavens, seeking a way to restore their homelands.

Fang Jin is one of the most extreme examples.

"This feud is now irreconcilable..."

Fang Jin sighed, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. In fact, for them, who were illegal immigrants, it was their fellow countrymen and comrades who could extract more benefits, while being a legitimate person was only one aspect.

Now that Zhou Tongtong and Chen Yuanqing, Fang Jin knows the true nature of the two stowaways, he is eagerly anticipating seeing them again... and then smilingly stabbing them in the stomach three or four times.

Fang Jin looked forward to the future and invested the remaining evolution points into the Diwang Temple. Then, she swiped her finger downwards, and the bottom line of bold characters clearly came into view.

[Whether to open the dungeon early, the current deadline is 17:16:08:03]

Low-level players must enter the dungeon once every thirty days. Even if they resist, they will be forced to enter. Almost everyone will dawdle until the last minute and will never step into the simulated space until the deadline.

Therefore, very few people know that it is possible to enter the next instance in advance, and even if they do know, they would not actually choose to enter the instance in advance... because this requires spending extra evolution points.

Tier 1 is 10 points. The higher the dungeon level, the more points are added, which is equal to the cost of leveling up. However, most of them cannot even fill this gap with the rewards from a single dungeon run.

So who would still want to do this? It's a low-probability loss, a high-probability death, and at best, you'll be in debt. Are you saying that after finally completing the dungeon and escaping back... you won't even have money for medical treatment?

"Coincidentally, I know the system allows debt... and I'm actually quite used to being in debt."

Fang Jin smiled and chose "Enter Early" without hesitation. The screen on his iris immediately distorted and folded, and a familiar void suddenly formed in his palm.

Then... a pinkish-red undergarment fell out of the hole.

"...What the heck?"

Fang Jin subconsciously caught it and twirled it between his fingertips, but after a long while he was still confused. Entering the dungeon required suicide, but... how the hell could I kill myself with a bellyband?

Suffocation? That's not a good idea... Besides, even if I kept holding it in, it would probably take me three to five hours to pass out... and I might not even die!

But then, Fang Jin no longer needed to worry, because the two fingers that were pinching the bodice had turned a deep purple, and the color of the poison spread from her fingers to her whole body. Fang Jin felt that her skin and flesh were loosening.

Finally, three silver needles shot out silently from under the pocket: one aimed at the forehead, one at the neck, and one at the heart—all targeting the most fatal acupoints on the human body.

Fang Jin's body, already weakened by the poison, was pierced directly by the silver needle. The flesh at the edge of the wound broke off like peach pastries. After the excruciating pain, his consciousness immediately fell into darkness.

...Only one last thought remained.

"Just how high of a level do I need to train... to survive this system's killing methods?"

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"Hanghang..."

As Fang Jin awoke, his mouth and nose were immediately filled with the stench of earth and the aura of malevolence. He frowned and sat up slightly, the black iron light armor he was wearing making a series of crisp clanging sounds.

He was currently wearing armor and holding an embroidered knife, crouching beside a grassy slope to conceal his figure. Behind him were ten soldiers dressed the same as Fang Jin, their eyes, hidden by the shadows of their helmets, filled with murderous intent and ferocity.

Directly ahead was a deep courtyard with white walls and black tiles. At this moment, a nun dressed in a dark blue robe pushed open the courtyard gate, carrying a chamber pot as she walked out. Her tired face even had some rouge and red marks.

Fang Jin gripped the knife in her hand, pondering whether to fulfill her duty as a nun, when she saw a grappling hook being cast down from the treetop as the nun approached them.

They silently hoisted her to the treetop with a long knife around her neck. The nun struggled, her face turning blue and purple, but before she could utter a sound, a long knife plunged into her chest, shattering her heart. Her body was then tied to a dead corner in the tree branch.

"..."

Fang Jin felt that this group of people was very much to his liking.

[Instance loading complete, welcome players]

[Instance Name: "The Persecution of Buddhism in the Li Dynasty"]

[Instance Type: Tier 1 "Nightmare" Instance, Single-Player Scenario]

The first emperor of the Li Dynasty rose from humble beginnings in the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world) and despised supernatural phenomena and superstitions. All the licentious and evil shrines and temples in the world were targets of the Li Dynasty emperors, among which Buddhism, which was flourishing in incense offerings but did not engage in production, was the most prominent.

They assembled a 100,000-strong elite army, but after generations of effort, Buddhist temples and ancient monasteries in the Central Plains had almost completely disappeared, and the few remaining ones had been suppressed to the point of disorganization.

They even have to resort to the lowest of the low to maintain their faith. If Buddha is unwilling or unable to save even his own disciples and followers, how can he possibly save the vast number of people in this world who are living in misery?

But...Li Chao's actions seem a bit too hasty.

[The current main quest has been triggered: As a centurion of the Jinxiu Army of the Li Dynasty, your mission is to massacre the nunnery before you and destroy the last remaining foothold of Buddhism in the Central Plains.]

[Note: ...What low-class methods do you think a nunnery would use to support itself?]