The Senior Disciple Brother Who Steals His Junior Brother's Toilet Paper While He's Using the Toilet Is Trash

The scene inside the Temple felt very familiar to Bai Qiuran.

The broken floor tiles revealed the mottled soil beneath, and tall weeds, more than a person's height, grew out of the cracks in the tiles, swaying in the cold wind like the hair of a dead person.

The large cauldron, originally used for offering incense, lay overturned on the open ground in front of the Temple, its incense ash long since vanished.

The main hall in the center of the Temple was covered with cobwebs, the wooden doors and paper windows were broken and leaning to one side, the hall was dark, and the original Buddha statue was also damaged, with only the lower half remaining, sitting alone on the lotus pedestal.

At that time, he and Daoist Qingming were sleeping in the main hall of this dilapidated temple. In the middle of the night, Daoist Qingming heard a noise and sensed the aura of the Demonic Cultivator. So he took his sword and went out to deal with the enemy, leaving him alone here.

He hadn't expected that a group of Demon Ghosts were hiding in the Temple, only coming out for an hour after midnight to hunt living souls. If Bai Qiuran run away quickly, the immortal Immortal Realm probably wouldn't have had anything to do with this Void.

However, the moment Bai Qiuran entered the main hall, the scene suddenly changed strangely again.

The space outside the main hall suddenly turned into an endless darkness, and the entire hall dimmed.

The floor tiles beneath my feet began to crackle and vibrate, and from the depths of the surrounding darkness, something terrifying seemed to be wandering back and forth, emitting mournful cries that rose and fell.

A fierce wind blew, causing the broken windows to slam against the walls with a series of muffled thuds. Even the Buddha statue on its pedestal suddenly sprouted countless strange and twisted pieces of flesh, rapidly stitching its lower body and the shattered upper body on the ground back together.

"Strange, I remember that the Buddha statue didn't rise up back then..."

Bai Qiuran somewhat surprised.

After the Buddha statue was glued together by the fleshy threads that grew from its lower body, it wobbled off the pedestal and reached out to grab Bai He Qiuran. As it reached out, it opened its mouth, revealing fangs that were like jagged teeth.

Bai Qiuran casually smashed the Buddha statue, then turned to look outside the Temple. Strange things were moving in the darkness. Then, many pale, wrinkled claws with sharp, yellowish nails reached in through the windows and doorways. They kept scratching at the nearby walls, leaving white marks on them with a rustling sound.

He squinted at the withered hands and claws, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Oh, I see! Everything here was born from the mixture of my deepest fears. It's not Demon Ghosts, but the manifestation of my fears... That's right, I haven't been afraid of Demon Ghosts for a long time."

The reason why this Temple appeared in the Consciousness Domain is because Bai Qiuran suffered great fear here when she was young. The reason why the Buddha statue moved is because on the night she stayed here, after Daoist Qingming left, Bai Qiuran, who was hiding on the floor and trembling, was Consciousness afraid that the Buddha statue would move.

Those hands reaching in from the darkness outside the window and door were probably a manifestation of the time when his Senior Disciple Brother, that despicable scoundrel, reached into the outhouse and snatched his toilet paper.

Although his Senior Disciple Brother was no longer someone he feared, the fact that his toilet paper was stolen and that he had to squat alone in a dark and smelly outhouse for half an hour was still quite terrifying.

Bai Qiuran approached the window, and the pale white claws immediately reacted, reaching out to grab him, seizing his shoulders and arms, and trying to pull him into the dark space.

But Bai Qiuran easily broke free from the grip of those claws, and grabbed one of their hands, trying to pull it away.

As a result, his tug severed the pale, broken hand.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the darkness, and then all the pale arms near the window retreated back into the shadows.

He held the lifeless arm in his hand, turned it around to look at the cross-section. Inside, there was no flesh or bone, but a thin layer of something that looked colorful and somewhat translucent.

It's possible that these arms didn't actually grow on any creature; they were simply a phenomenon that "grew" out of the darkness.

Bai Qiuran guessed.

And those Consciousness Demons that arose from his distracting ideas—no, judging from the current situation, there should only be one.

That is the Temple itself.

He originally thought that the Consciousness Demon born from his own distracting thoughts shouldn't be this powerful. After all, even Ordinary People's distracting thoughts couldn't Creation Consciousness Demon, while this Temple was practically equivalent to the Blood Hatred Consciousness Demon born within the Consciousness Domain of that World One.

Now it seems that perhaps it was because his Spiritual Sense was too powerful that even the Consciousness Demon generated by his distracting thoughts was comparable to that high-level Consciousness Demon.

Bai Qiuran's Spiritual Sense spread out, shattering the surrounding darkness and taking in the entire Temple and even the surrounding wasteland.

He saw a humanoid monster covered in putrid mud, bubbling and crawling out of the stagnant water in the pond behind the Temple, and he saw the greedy beast's eyes flashing with a scarlet light in the nearby wasteland.

These were all things he feared in his childhood, and they had become his nightmares at midnight.

However, Bai Qiuran is now fearless.

He began to try to control this Consciousness Demon that was full of hostility towards him.

Bai Qiuran released his Spiritual Sense and attempted to penetrate the structure of the Temple, but just as his Spiritual Sense entered, the Temple shattered with a loud crash, like glass.

"..."

Bai Qiuran pinched the bridge of her nose.

His Spiritual Sense was too powerful, and this Consciousness Demon was also composed entirely of spirit and Consciousness. His attempt to invade the structure of this Consciousness Demon was like trying to pierce the eye of a needle with a large hammer—an impossible task.

Stirring a water tank with a toothpick might work, but using a pillar to chisel at a glass bottle will definitely break it.

Fortunately, this Consciousness Demon showed no signs of rebirth. It was merely Consciousness Demon born from his distracting thoughts. Once those distracting thoughts disappeared, this Consciousness Demon also lost the will that supported him and would not be reborn.

"Try again."

Next, Bai Qiuran tried it in the Consciousness Domain. Many complicated Consciousness Demon were born from his random thoughts, but every time Bai Qiuran used his Spiritual Sense to invade them and try to control them, he would directly crush these Consciousness Demons.

After several attempts, Wisdom Immortal was hanging from his waist, suddenly made a suggestion.

"Hey Old Bai, don't try to invade directly with your Spiritual Sense."

He said, "Why don't you try possessing the body of Consciousness Demon being through body -Body Seizure?"