Inside the Land God Temple.
Lin Feng had no idea that a sinister tomb lay suppressed beneath the Land God Temple.
He had gone on a killing spree.
He shattered several mischievous little ghosts.
He smashed through the Dharma Realm before him.
Within it, he delivered the soul of a High Monk who had become a malicious ghost, chanting the Shurangama Sutra in a slippery, off-key voice.
Only then did he see the devastation inside the Dharma Realm.
What appeared before Lin Feng
was the bloody aftermath of a battle of sorcery.
The source of light was
a ghastly green "candle."
On the ground.
Severed arms and mangled limbs lay steeped in dried black blood.
Judging by the patterns of the spilled blood,
these had been wounds that caused arterial spray.
It looked as though a wild beast had torn off their limbs, sending great quantities of blood spurting from their bodies.
Their major arteries had been damaged.
Lin Feng knew that injuries like these most often occurred in the wilderness.
This could happen when a bear attacked someone.
The bleeding was difficult to stop, and the injuries were gruesome.
Of course, attacking someone with an axe could also produce blood spatter like this.
But the scene here clearly belonged to a third category.
One Lin Feng could not understand.
Amid all that blood,
ragged, faded crimson monastic robes and bloodstained pointed hats lay scattered across the floor.
All manner of organs had been placed as offerings in bowls of human bone.
They had long since blackened and begun to stink.
The Vajra Bell lay shattered across the ground.
The Vajra Pestle had snapped in two.
The bone frame and skin of the Kapala Drum had burst apart, and the Dharma Conch beneath the highland barley had long since been