I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 262: The Illusionary Realm of the Thousand Buhas Son

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In the void, a familiar and colossal image once again emerged.

The Golden Light Mirror had finished constructing the world, and at this moment, the child of Thousand Buha Temple had entered into the Illusionary Realm.

“Amitabha, let us wait and see what kind of mind and cultivation level the Abbot of Thousand Buha Temple, the child of Thousand Buha Temple, really possesses,”

Master Xuan Ku waved his sleeves, and barriers of Buha’s light rose from all directions, a precaution to prevent anyone from escaping.

Seeing this, everyone’s face turned ashen; their attempt to steal a chicken had led to the loss of their rice, and they had trapped themselves in the process.

Li Xiaobai put on his sunglasses and looked towards the Illusionary Realm world in the sky, where at this moment, the child of Thousand Buha Temple appeared before everyone.

This was a clan ancestral hall, with hundreds of people kneeling and worshipping; the child of Thousand Buha Temple was also a member of this clan, and he knew that his memory would soon be assimilated by the original owner of the memory in this Illusionary Realm.

He needed to quickly determine several methods to avoid giving himself away.

First, the difficulty of this world shouldn’t be too high, that old fellow would definitely arrange a plot with beauty tempting him; he needed to hold firm.

Second, power; this Illusionary Realm would definitely lure him into a trap, to become entangled in disputes of power and influence.

The child of Thousand Buha Temple surreptitiously picked a stone off the ground and carved dripping, blood-red characters onto his arm: stay away from women, stay away from power.

“You are all pillars of our clan, what has allowed us to become wealthy and successful? It is unity. Because of unity and trust, we can safeguard the secrets within our clan’s ancestral hall. I hope that in the future, everyone will continue to keep this secret just like before!”

“Let’s not dwell on idle chatter. Everyone, come forward one by one and draw a treasure!”

An old man in his sixties in the ancestral hall slowly said, first extending his hand into the worship tablet, and amazingly, his hand went straight through it. When he withdrew his hand, it held a kerosene lamp.

The rest of the people also stepped forward to draw items, retrieving various tables, chairs, and benches from the worship tablet, with some even drawing a set of armor.

There was an unusual glint in the child of Thousand Buha Temple’s eyes, he understood the rules of this world now; the crux must be this worship tablet, which acted like a bottomless pit with an inexhaustible supply of items, allowing each person to randomly draw one during the ritual.

It was supposed to evoke greed in him, but such a tactic was too simplistic; it had been seen through by him from the start. There shouldn’t be any major problems moving forward.

Silently and secretly he carved onto his arm once more: Take only one item, never more.

Having done all this, the child of Thousand Buha Temple felt greatly reassured about this world, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he slowly stepped forward to reach into the worship tablet in the ancestral hall to draw out an item.

What he drew did not concern him at all; he only knew that from now on, he would never glance at that tablet again, even if it contained mountains of gold and silver.

He casually took an item and withdrew his hand, the child of Thousand Buha Temple paused for a moment.

In his hand was a doll, tightly sewn together with thread, quite exquisite in appearance, but without a face.

“Oh, the child of Thousand Buha Temple has drawn a doll!”

“What’s the use of a doll? My broom is much more practical.”

Sights of the child of Thousand Buha Temple’s item prompted laughter among the crowd.

“Such a pity, you live alone without children, so drawing a doll is useless. Do you want to trade with the old lady?”

The speaker was an elderly person holding a writing brush.

The child of Thousand Buha Temple shook his head, declining the offer. No one knew if this old woman could be a test set up by the old fellow. He needed to proceed with caution in everything.

“Alright, since everyone has drawn, you may return to your homes. Remember, do not leave the village at night.”

The old man in front of the ancestral hall spoke up, indicating that it was time for people to disperse.

The child of Thousand Buha Temple followed the crowd and left, unaware of the chilling look that the old man gave him.

The scene shifted to late night.

The child of Thousand Buha Temple casually pushed the doll under the bed. He had checked the doll, finding nothing unusual. His memory was gradually becoming fuzzy, and he feared that after this night, he would turn into the child of Thousand Buha Temple of the Illusionary Realm.

Before sleep, relying on his last clear memories, he wrote and drew in the house, recording all the situations he could anticipate and strategies for dealing with them, to remind himself.

“If tempted by a beauty, I must resist!”

“If tempted by wealth, I must resist!”

“If tempted by power, I must resist!”

“I must persuade people to be wholeheartedly good!”

“Buha’s mercy is boundless!”

Having done all this, he slept soundly.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when a shadow quietly infiltrated Thousand Buha Temple’s room. After rummaging through the room, it stood by the bedside.

“There’s no other way, that thing cannot fall into the hands of anyone but myself. I’ll look for the item slowly, but first, let me send you on your way!”

An aged voice rang out, and a sharp dagger suddenly stabbed toward Thousand Buha Temple’s heart.

Thousand Buha Temple’s body tensed, he startled awake, and in a frantic roll, he dodged the fatal blow.

“Who are you, and why do you want to kill me!”

“Shut up, don’t talk!”

The aged voice seemed somewhat panicked, as he hadn’t expected the other person to wake up at the crucial moment.

“I don’t know who you are, I’ve never seen you, please don’t kill me!”

Thousand Buha Temple stumbled and fell to the ground, his heart filled with despair. At this moment, he was thoroughly engulfed in the character of the Illusionary Realm. He thought of the unpleasant rumors of the past.

It was said that after each ritualistic drawing of items, the clan ancestors would manifest and select someone from the clan to sacrifice, to satisfy the ancestor’s appetite.

It was precisely because of this that the village possessed the miraculous ability to draw items every year.

Looking at the shadow before him, Thousand Buha Temple felt a chilling fear from the depths of his heart. Could it be that this time, it was his turn to be sacrificed to the ancestor?

“Alright, I won’t kill you.”

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him paused in his actions, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

“Who are you?”

“Suet Ball.”

“You’re the village chief?”

Thousand Buha Temple’s eyes widened in disbelief. Could an intelligent and wise village chief really want to kill him?

“I beg you, don’t speak. I have many treasures at home, I’ll give them all to you!”

Suet Ball’s eyes showed a plea, leaving Thousand Buha Temple thoroughly bewildered, yet he still questioned.

“Why do you want to kill me?”

“Because you took away the Heavenly supreme-ruler Doll.”

The village chief was almost answering every question, and Thousand Buha Temple felt increasingly strange. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the doll, appearing to realize something.

“What is this doll for?”

“It can control the villagers, village chief begs you, don’t speak, bury that doll, it’s a calamity, it must not be kept!”

Suet Ball pleaded.

Thousand Buha Temple ignored his pleas and continued to interrogate: “Why do you want me to keep silent?”

“Because with the doll present, whatever you say becomes a command, and the villagers must obey unconditionally!”