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Chapter 262: 263 Heavenly God Doll

The disciple of the Buddhist Sect gasped in shock, having already guessed that the doll was no ordinary object, but he hadn’t realized it was this extraordinary.

To be able to control the actions of the villagers, this was indeed a Divine Artifact!

“So you mean to say, you’ve been controlling the entire village with this doll before?”

The disciple of the Buddhist Sect lifted the doll and continued asking, feeling that he was on the verge of uncovering a tremendous secret.

With the power of the doll, the Head of the clan confessed everything, honest and thorough.

In fact, there was no so-called unity in the village; the secret of the village had not been leaked simply because the Head had used the doll to give instructions to the villagers.

According to what the Head said, every year before the ritual sacrifice, the doll would mysteriously disappear, and among the villagers, one would inevitably draw the doll. The disciple of the Buddhist Sect had already witnessed what happened next; the Head would kill that villager and seize control over the doll.

Then he would continue to control the entire village, and this situation had been ongoing for over a decade.

If it weren’t for his mistake today, he would have kept the village under his control.

The disciple of the Buddhist Sect was greatly alarmed; it was truly inconceivable for such a mystical and unpredictable event to be accomplished by a doll.

The Head laid bare his deeds over the years, both those that involved leading the village towards progress and development and those dirty, indecent acts best kept from the light. The disciple of the Buddhist Sect had mixed feelings. Possessing this doll seemed to make one omnipotent.

At the very least, in this village, nobody could resist him.

“What’s the deal with the memorial tablets used for the ritual sacrifice, and why do they contain an inexhaustible supply of treasures?”

“This old man doesn’t know; it’s just as the clan traditions say: every year during the ritual sacrifice, each villager may draw one item.”

“The old man has confessed everything he should, please spare this old man!”

“The old man can leave for distant lands and will never reveal a single secret of the doll!”

The village head, the Head of the clan, pleaded desperately.

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the disciple of the Buddhist Sect as he learned the whole story. His first impulse was to kill the old man before him so that he would be the only one to know the secret.

But then, something written on the wall caught his eye in the corner of his gaze.

“Commit less killing, do not take lives!”

He changed his mind in an instant, lifting the Heavenly God Doll and saying, “Head of the clan, from now on, you shall harbor no malicious intent towards me and must follow my commands with utmost obedience.”

“Yes, this old man will follow all your instructions!” said the Head of the clan.

The disciple of the Buddhist Sect sighed in relief, casually sent the Head of the clan away, and walked over to the corner of the wall to study the inscriptions up close.

“Steer clear of sensuality, commit fewer killings…”

“The compassion of Buddha…”

The handwriting of these inscriptions was completely unlike his own; who had written them?

The disciple of the Buddhist Sect was certain that apart from the village head, no one else had entered his house; carving so many inscriptions was a vast undertaking, and if someone had meddled, he would have surely noticed right away.

Just before, he had asked the village head who had said that he had never encountered such a situation.

A piercing pain shot through his arm, and he looked down.

His forearm was inscribed with a line of blood-red characters: Take only one item, never more.

Now fully having become a disciple of the Buddhist Sect of this world, losing his original memories, he felt panicked; this was definitely not something a human could accomplish. Combining today’s eerie experiences, he felt it was very likely a directive left by the Heavenly God Doll.

The doll seemed to be reminding him to kill less and not to be greedy.

Could it be that this was also a doll from the Buddhist Sect?

The next morning, the disciple of the Buddhist Sect strolled along the street with the doll in his possession.

He decided to follow the guidance spelled out on the wall, to commit more acts of kindness and use the doll to benefit the community.

However, the way the people on the street looked at him today was off; it was as if they were whispering behind his back.

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect discreetly reached into his pocket and grasped the Heavenly God Doll, walking toward a village woman.

“Are you talking about me?”

The village woman nodded subconsciously, “Yes.”

“What are you discussing about me?”

The village woman continued, “Some people say you got a cursed doll that will bring disaster to the village.”

“Who said that?”

“It’s not clear, but everyone is spreading it around, that your doll is bad luck; it’s better to throw it away,” the village woman advised.

“Fine, tell everyone I’ll throw it away later.”

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect nodded and left.

Of course, there was no way he would throw away the doll, not in this lifetime, for he hadn’t even tried out its abilities yet!

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect found Suet Ball, suspecting him of spreading the rumors. Ignoring his defenses, he issued a direct order that all future actions must be under his command; otherwise, no one was to act on their own.

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A few days later, the village chief died.

He died of starvation.

Upon hearing the news, Disciple of the Buddhist Sect was extremely terrified; he didn’t expect that with just an order, the old village chief would actually stop actions as essential as eating and drinking.

Because of his order, he killed the old village chief, a violation of the wall’s directive to commit less killing, causing panic in his heart, fearing punishment.

After the funeral, the village was headless, in need of a new village chief.

“We should take more resources from the ancestral tablet and sell them; with that, our village can quickly become wealthy!” a villager suggested.

The village chief had died; the previous order to protect the village secret was no longer in place.

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect was alarmed; the village’s secret must not be exposed, and he immediately issued an order.

“I want to be the village chief!”

The scene shifted.

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect became the village chief, continued to issue orders to the villagers to keep the secret, and commanded them to cultivate their fields to be self-sufficient; the village gradually became prosperous.

During this time, he found that even when he violated the words on the wall nothing happened, so he completely let go of his worries.

When the government came to collect taxes, he bribed them with gold and valuables, sending them all away.

The village became increasingly wealthy.

In the meantime, Disciple of the Buddhist Sect continuously issued orders to the villagers to revere him even more; in just a few months, he became the most influential person in the village, a man of great importance.

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect demolished the original old houses and built a splendid new house.

Looking at the distressing carvings being completely erased and the blood characters on his forearm restored to original condition filled him with satisfaction.

Having fully mastered the usage of the doll, Disciple of the Buddhist Sect came up with more ideas; whenever a family’s daughter came of age to marry, he would pay a visit and say, “Come to my place tonight.”

Afterward, he would give a direct order to keep it a secret and forbid spreading the word.

As time flowed, a year passed, and it was time for the clan’s sacrifice again.

Disciple of the Buddhist Sect stood in front of the ancestral hall and proclaimed loudly, “Another new year, our development to this point relies on unity, and only with unity can we keep the village’s secret and develop even better!”

“Enough talk, let’s start drawing the items!”