Xin Hui

"Buddha?" Li Huowang looked up, dumbfounded, at the massive blob of a creature at least twenty meters tall in front of him.

Regardless of what the Old Monk's Buddha looked like in his eyes, the Buddha before Li Huowang was a huge pink mountain of flesh, its skin resembling the back of a toad, covered in viscous blood plasma.

Various organs protruded from and retracted into the nauseating skin, twisting incessantly as its body writhed.

Such a bizarre and disgusting thing was now completely covered with equally wriggling monks.

These monks were using their own flesh and blood to fill every gap in the "Buddha's" body.

Women, their own kind, livestock, and now this thing—the monks of Zhengde Temple seemed to be challenging the limits of their physical bodies step by step.

"How about it! Big, isn't it! This stone Buddha is the biggest I've ever seen!" The oblivious Old Monk stood by, praising.

Li Huowang's body stiffened. He had always thought that villains like Danyangzi were extremely heretical in this world, rejected by the mainstream.

Since the monks of Zhengde Temple were enemies with Danyangzi, then these monks, if not exactly righteous, should at least be disciplined.

But his assumption was fundamentally wrong! There was no such thing as righteous or heretical! Perhaps all other cultivation methods in the world were equally grotesque!

Danyangzi's feud with these monks might not be a matter of irreconcilable differences between good and evil! It was simply two factions fighting for territory!

Regardless of why they were doing this, one thing was certain: the Old Abbot's words were all lies! He had been deceived!

"What Pudu Grand Ritual! That Old Monk was definitely lying! No, I must leave this hellish place as soon as possible!"

Li Huowang turned to look at the Old Monk, who hadn't noticed anything amiss. Although he didn't know why the monks' illusions had no effect on him,

he was certain that he hadn't been discovered yet, and he had to make good use of this to escape.

Li Huowang forcibly restrained himself from making any unusual movements, composed his expression, and turned around. "It's alright, just so-so. I'll go back now."

With that, Li Huowang strode out of the main hall, arriving at the nauseating carving yard outside.

The surrounding mountains of flesh were still writhing, but he pretended not to see them and continued forward.

"Hey! Daoist, don't go! You've finally come, why are you in such a hurry?"

The Old Monk said, running out of the hall and quickly catching up. "The food here is also good. How about we go have a meal together later? The fried tofu here is even better than meat."

Li Huowang put on a slightly impatient expression and quickened his pace, while the Old Monk continued to chatter beside him.

Just as Li Huowang was about to walk out of the mountain of flesh, a tall figure blocked his path.

It was a tall, stern-faced, and burly monk, a full head taller than Li Huowang, who stared at Li Huowang without saying a word.

"This Master, is there something you need?" Li Huowang asked coldly, his heart clenching instantly.

The tall monk leaned forward, scrutinizing Li Huowang carefully.

Then, a scene that made Li Huowang's heart tremble occurred. A black tentacle, clearly soft and flexible with suction cups, emerged from the brand mark on the top of his head, growing longer and longer.

The bizarre tentacle, like a sea snake swimming in the air, began to slowly twist around Li Huowang's head, as if sensing something.

"Amitabha, well done, well done, Benefactor, your heart is not pure."

As soon as these words were spoken, the writhing mountains of flesh around them suddenly stopped, and the monks all stared at Li Huowang.

"He knows I've seen through the illusion! I'll risk it!" Seeing the situation developing in an irreversible direction, Li Huowang hardened his heart, drew his sword with one hand, and slashed fiercely at the tall monk in front of him.

"Shila" sound, that tall Monk's tentacles along with his clothes were instantly cut open, constantly spraying yellowish-green pus outwards.

"Pa-ta," a Pill flew into Li Huowang's mouth, he stomped hard on the ground with both feet, his body shot up three meters high, and rushed towards the nearest earthen wall.

The moment Li Huowang moved, everything around him began to change drastically. All the Monks on the meat mountain jumped down one after another, roaring as they chased after him.

But that wasn't enough, the ground suddenly trembled, almost causing everyone to lose their footing.

Li Huowang, who had already jumped onto the top of the wall, subconsciously turned his head to look, only to find that the giant "Buddha" had crashed through the wooden door of the main hall and was rolling towards him!

"Escape! Leave this temple! They can't let all the people of West Capital City see the true face of the 'Buddha'!"

With this belief, Li Huowang quickly rushed towards the main hall. The sounds behind him grew increasingly chaotic, but he couldn't care less about that now.

One person ran, a group of people chased. Li Huowang, having taken the Pill, had amazing stamina. Although there were several close calls, he managed to avoid being caught.

Just as Li Huowang was about to turn another corner and reach the entrance of Zhengde Temple, a familiar face blocked his path. It was Xin Hui, the Old Abbot of Zhengde Temple.

Without any hesitation, Li Huowang reached into his bosom, reaching for the Dao bell, but the next second, his hand froze in place. The Dao bell that could summon Lord You was gone.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Xuan Yang, are you looking for this item?" Xin Hui asked, holding the Dao bell, his expression still so unhurried and calm.

Without waiting for Li Huowang to answer, Xin Hui slowly walked to Li Huowang's side and put the Dao bell back into his hand. "Benefactor, this item is ominous, you must use it with caution."

Then, without questioning Li Huowang, he turned around and looked at the group of Monks who had already caught up, scolding them. "Silence, are you people who have left home, what kind of behavior is this in such a panic?"

"Abbot! It's not that we want to panic! It's that this Xuan sect disciple suddenly attacked Senior Brother Jianwei!!"

Hearing this, Old Abbot Xin Hui turned around and asked Li Huowang with a puzzled expression, "Benefactor Xuan Yang, is this true? Why did you suddenly attack a disciple of this temple, was he not attentive enough?"

Looking at the group of bald heads in front of him, and then at the Dao bell that had been recovered, Li Huowang couldn't understand what the other party was doing.

They all understood that he had already seen everything, so what were they still acting for?

After thinking for a moment, Li Huowang simply laid his cards on the table. "Old Abbot Xin Hui, you have a feud with Danyangzi, and I killed Danyangzi, even if you don't thank me, you don't need to kill me, right?"

"Don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut about everything I saw in the temple and not tell anyone."

"Besides, with just my word, I can't shake the reputation of your Zhengde Temple."

However, upon hearing Li Huowang's words, Xin Hui's expression became even more puzzled. "What did Benefactor see? This old Monk doesn't understand."

At this moment, both sides were stunned in place, and the situation suddenly became quiet.

"Huh? What's going on? Could it be that the Old Abbot isn't with those things?" With doubts in his heart, Li Huowang slowly told everything he had seen.

"Preposterous! Utter nonsense!!" This was the first time Li Huowang saw Xin Hui become angry. The two white whiskers under his nose trembled slightly like dragon whiskers, and the powerful aura instantly suppressed the group of Monks behind him, causing them to lower their heads in a hurry.