The Main God Thinks You Might Be Breaking the Rules

"So, how can a Zen master possibly believe the words of us deluded people?"

Seeing that his persuasion was in vain, Tang Yuyang gritted his teeth and even uttered a somewhat offensive remark, directly questioning the old monk.

These people really don't have time to waste like this.

In comparison, this was the first time in the past few days that this "Benefactor Tang" had faced the Zen Master White Cloud with such a "relentless" attitude.

Perhaps sensing the difference, the gaunt old monk also sighed.

His eyelids were lowered, and he flipped through the prayer beads in his hand one by one. After a moment, he spoke again, "Amitabha."

"In my humble opinion over the past few days, although you gentlemen have harbored ulterior motives, you are not inherently wicked. Since you, Benefactor Tang, insist so earnestly, then so be it."

He turned to look at the young novice monk beside him, "Shifang, bring me my Golden Alms Bowl."

When the young monk Shifang hurriedly got up, he untied his bundle and took out a Golden Alms Bowl.

The old monk Baiyun took the alms bowl, made a hand gesture, and a soft golden light immediately emanated from the bowl, rippling like water.

He held the Golden Alms Bowl in front of him with both hands and said loudly, "This bowl is a Buddhist treasure that I have carried with me for many years. It can calm the mind and prevent distracting thoughts. Since you now have such firm beliefs, please observe the scene within this bowl. Whether it is real or illusory, right or wrong, you can know in a single thought."

While it seemed like he was verifying the truth, Tang Yuyang could easily tell that the old monk meant well, willing to open the Golden Alms Bowl —which might attract unwanted attention and bring disaster—in order to calm his "delusion."

"Alright."

But now that things have come to this, there is naturally no reason to back down.

The people around looked at each other, and finally Tang Yuyang stepped forward first. Enduring the slightly dazzling golden light, he held his breath and carefully looked into the bowl.

At first glance, nothing seemed to have changed. But after several breaths, then dozens of breaths, a blurry shadow gradually appeared, then became clear: golden pillars, a high throne, and officials in attendance—

At first glance, this place clearly appears to be a court.

Upon closer inspection, it was no longer a solemn and dignified imperial court; it had become a veritable den of demons!

The man carrying a long sword strode forward, questioning and roaring, but the civil and military officials in the hall all closed their eyes and remained silent, their faces blank.

As time passed, the outer skin and flesh of those people melted away like wax paper, revealing the sand-like substance beneath, yet they still maintained their hunched posture.

Swarms of small demons frantically devoured the flesh and blood of corpses in the mass grave.

A gigantic centipede Centipede Spirit crawled past, its demonic aura transforming into a dim, towering golden body, spewing deadly chants!

It enveloped the people below, and then a large cloud of blood mist exploded out.

"Holy crap!"

With a startled cry, Tang Yuyang abruptly stepped back, bumping into the two people behind him, his expression changing abruptly.

Even though he knew the "plot," the terrifying scene reflected in the gold leaf and witnessed by his own eyes was far more vivid than the superficial "horror" he remembered from that somewhat comical Hong Kong movie!

What the hell?! This can't be right!? Was this the kind of movie I watched? I have absolutely no recollection of it!

With this quality! Shouldn't this be on the list of the top 10 most traumatic childhood memories for human children?

He looked around blankly for a few moments, and then realized that his companions were also pale-faced. Clearly, they had all seen the horrifying scene inside when the Golden Alms Bowl reflected the image.

Some people even started to gag.

But just as these "benefactors" were beginning to question their own existence, many others reacted even more strongly.

Almost the instant the image in the bowl began to become clear, the body of the Zen Master White Cloud suddenly trembled, and he almost dropped the extremely precious bowl in his hands, while the golden light inside also rippled slightly.

Even though he realized his lapse in composure, for the first time, a crack appeared on his usually calm and collected face.

A trace of particular shock and anger.

This point reached its peak, especially when he saw that face wearing a Vairocana hat and a white monk's robe, the skin slowly dissolving!

It was a face that was quite different from his, yet remarkably similar!

"This is... brother... senior brother?"

"You monster—how dare you do this!!!"

With a low growl, it was almost like the wrathful gaze of Kong!

The Golden Alms Bowl, prayer beads, the staff at hand, and several ritual implements in the bundle, along with the originally restrained Buddhist light around the old monk, all burst forth, making him appear like an Arhat descending to subdue demons, his beard and hair standing on end, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The overwhelming aura, as majestic as facing a golden Buddha statue, instantly startled everyone in the room.

The young monk standing to the side had probably never seen his master in such a state before. He huddled in the corner, clutching his bundle, too frightened to speak.

Seeing the reactions of the crowd.

Sensing something was wrong, the old monk took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi. The golden light around his body and the magical artifact immediately receded, leaving only the sharp glint in his aged eyes, indicating that he no longer had the slightest hesitation.

The difference between before and after is striking. Compared to his previous serious and somewhat worried expression, at this moment, when facing the White Cloud Monk, Tang Yuyang felt as if he were a lion awakened!

Wrong!

Realizing the problem, he quickly regulated his breathing, sensing the strange restlessness within him.

It must be said that the old Zen master's cultivation was clearly beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Even though he had already restrained his emotions, the invisible anger he exuded could still subtly interfere with the thoughts of those around him.

Even the Golden Alms Bowl in the other party's hand, which was still humming slightly, no longer emitted a gentle Buddhist light. Instead, it revealed a dazzling crimson-gold color, from which one could discern some clues.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the old monk's chant was no longer a pure and tranquil Zen recitation, but a majestic roar like that of a lion.

"Thank you all, for your insistence. I was indeed mistaken! If it weren't for your insistence and your ability to discern the truth through your Mind Reading of Past Lives, I would have been blinded by that demon and watched helplessly as countless lives were lost—"

Tang Yuyang didn't quite hear what the other person said after that, but when the words "his Mind Reading" and "Past Lives" were uttered, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, a cold, indifferent warning from the Main God descended.

--"User ID 0104648, you are suspected of attempting to proactively disclose information about the Main God Platform to characters in the storyline."

Because this was not a deliberate act, this is the first time a warning has been issued within the current Mission World. Please be aware.

This is clearly a sign of someone trying to "peep into your mind."

Tang Yuyang was completely numb.

--Among the monks, there are the renowned "Heavenly Eye, Heavenly Ear Mind Reading, Past Lives, knowledge of past lives, Divine Feet, and Exhaustion of Defilements," a total of six supernatural powers, known as unimpeded abilities in the world. Even a young man like him has heard of them to some extent.

However, these supernatural abilities only become apparent gradually when one's cultivation level reaches a level close to that of an Arhat.

Now it seems that since the old monk admitted it himself, even if it wasn't true "Mind-Penetrating Power" or "Past-Life Power," it probably had some degree of it.

To be honest, this is quite terrifying!

Having already grasped the supernatural powers of "understanding the minds of all beings" and "Past Lives obstacles of past lives," could this old monk have truly cultivated himself to at least the level of an Arhat in this theoretically degenerate age?

--No wonder he said before that his group was "too calculating." I thought it was just the White Cloud Monk being polite, but it turns out he really sensed something was wrong.

As he was anxiously recalling whether his previous actions had revealed anything obvious wrong, he heard the old monk chant a resounding Buddhist prayer.

"----Amitabha. Since things have come to this, there's no need for further words. Tomorrow morning, this humble monk will travel with you all to the capital to subdue the demon."

Oh no, old Zen master, calm down! Isn't this sudden change of tone a bit too abrupt? We need to find Yan Chixia before we head to the capital!

"Good! Master, you've finally grasped the essence!"

"That's good, at least it wasn't a complete waste of effort----"

Seeing the group of people in front of me clenching their fists and cheering "Yay!", as if they had won a great victory, I felt a surge of excitement.

At this moment, Tang Yuyang, for some reason, could only helplessly want to squat down and cover his face.

Plans can never keep up with changes!