章 8: rotten flesh Buddha
"Is the donor here to seek wealth?"
As Ye Tian just entered the gate, a young monk enthusiastically approached him.
Ye Tian's gaze flickered slightly.
"Is there a particular way to do this?"
"Naturally, there are rules in our Jiulong Temple. For seeking wealth, go left; for seeking offspring, go right."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian pondered briefly.
"And if I seek protection?"
The young monk hesitated for a moment upon hearing Ye Tian's response, carefully observing Ye Tian's attire before respectfully addressing him.
"Just a moment, I will go ask the abbot."
While the young monk went to ask for instructions, Ye Tian stood beside the corridor, carefully observing the coming and going of visitors.
Everywhere he looked, whether it was people coming to pray or those who had just made their wishes, their eyes were full of hope and longing for the future.
This scene brought a sense of peace to Ye Tian's heart.
With so many devout believers, this Jiulong Temple must be a reputable sect, unlike the hellhole of Qingcheng Temple. Seeking refuge here might be the most correct choice.
However, having witnessed the abnormalities of Qingcheng Temple, Ye Tian retained a hint of caution in his heart.
Not long after, the young monk quickly approached Ye Tian, respectfully saying,
"The abbot invites you to visit the Great Buddha Hall."
"Alright, lead the way!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian's spirits lifted, and he followed the young monk towards the Great Buddha Hall of the temple.
The young monk, like Ye Tian, was not much of a talker, and the two walked in silence, heads bowed.
Ye Tian discreetly observed the temple's architecture, noting its grandeur and the incense smoke rising from it, all of which were hallmarks of a reputable Buddhist sect, bringing even more peace to his heart.
Soon, they arrived at the Great Buddha Hall.
In the center of the hall stood a gilded Buddha statue sitting in the posture of holding a lotus flower, its compassionate gaze overlooking all sentient beings. In front of it, incense burned on an altar.
On both sides, several monks chanted sutras while placing their palms together in prayer, gently touching the heads of the bowing believers in a blessing ceremony.
"What is this..."
Seeing this scene, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.
Noticing Ye Tian's confusion, the young monk quickly explained.
"This is called 'Blessing by Touching the Head,' specifically designed for those with complicated thoughts. Our temple's monks, who are proficient in Buddhist teachings, will personally dispel their confusion and enlightenment, touching their heads to bring good luck and ensure smooth sailing in all their future endeavors."
"The abbot said that although you are a member of the Taoist sect, you have come to our Buddhist holy ground to seek the Buddha. You must have many doubts, so it would be best if you first experience it for yourself inside the hall."
Ye Tian nodded and was about to take a step into the hall.
However, just as he was about to put his foot into the hall, his headache suddenly struck, causing his forehead veins to bulge painfully.
Why would his headache strike at this moment?
Ye Tian took a deep breath, trying to endure the pain, and took another step forward towards the hall.
However, he only took half a step before retracting his foot.
Because the scene before his eyes had changed!
In his vision, a group of ten-foot-tall, rotting and bloody bodies stood upright in the hall, their palms together. Their bodies were covered in filthy blood, without heads, only nipples and navels, and their faces were scattered across them, crying or laughing, sad or happy, expressing different emotions!
In the hall, a group of devout believers had a thin yellow smoke rising from the tops of their heads, floating towards the navels of those bloated bodies!
As Ye Tian entered the hall, the rotting bodies all twisted their bellies to look at him.
Yes, they looked!
Their nipples tore apart, revealing huge eyeballs, all staring greedily at Ye Tian!
A hellhole!
This Jiulong Temple was also a hellhole!
Seeing this scene, Ye Tian's heart was filled with terror, and he quickly turned around to leave the hall!
"Why did the donor stop going in?"
Beside him, the young monk enthusiastically asked about Ye Tian's condition.
Ye Tian turned around, and this monk seemed relatively normal, but his flesh had already begun to rot and accumulate.
Ye Tian quickly stepped back, tightly grasping the hilt of his sword.
"My headache suddenly struck, and it hurts so much that I don't want to cause any trouble for everyone."
"How could that be? Our Jiulong Temple's Buddha is very effective and can help people with headaches. Why don't you go inside and try it?"
The young monk said while approaching Ye Tian, trying to pull him.
"Don't come near me!"
Looking at the young monk's bloody hands, Ye Tian unconsciously shouted.
"It seems that the donor's headache is still affecting his sanity. We can't delay this even more."
The young monk said while reaching out with his right hand to grab Ye Tian's clothing, intending to pull him into the hall filled with evil spirits.
Swish!
A sword rang out, and Ye Tian unsheathed his sword, swiftly chopping off the monk's right hand!
"I told you not to come near me!"
Ye Tian's eyes were filled with insanity, and he brandished his sword, trying to run away!
This Jiulong Temple was not normal either! He had to get out of here!
"Catch him!"
Seeing Ye Tian flee, the young monk put all his strength into shouting, and a group of bloody demons emerged from the hall, surrounding Ye Tian.
Buzz!
A piercing buzzing sound rang in his ears, and Ye Tian's vision of the world returned to normal. A group of monks stood before him, shouting accusations at him.
"You madman! How dare you come to our Jiulong Temple to cause trouble and harm people! Today, we must take you before the Buddha to be judged for your crimes!"
Seeing that he had no chance of escape, Ye Tian instead let go of his fear, holding his sword and pointing it at the monks, laughing hysterically.
"You bunch of spirits sucking away people's vitality, how dare you accuse me!"
"You're just after my vitality, looking for excuses to detain me!"
"Take off your masks of piety! If I have to die, I won't let you have your way either!"
Despite the monks appearing normal before him, he wouldn't forget the scene of those demons just now!
Upon hearing his words, the spectators couldn't help but murmur among themselves, causing some doubt to arise in their beliefs.
Seeing this, an old monk couldn't help but exclaim.
"This person has gone mad! He's just speaking nonsense here, smearing our Buddha's name! Everyone, quickly capture this madman and bring him before the Buddha to purify his heart!"
As the old monk finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab Ye Tian.
However, at that moment, a ray of cold light suddenly slashed across the sky, narrowly missing the old monk's robe and chopping off a corner of it!
Clang!
A sword of blue light plunged into the ground, standing before Ye Tian and the old monk!
A figure descended from the sky, landing before Ye Tian, and drew his sword, shouting loudly.
"My apprentice, who would dare to harm him?"
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