"Is this... what your Buddhist faith means by peace and tranquility?"
Li Yingling couldn't help commenting as she looked at the scene before her.
Beneath a dark red, murky gray sky, the ground was covered in bloodstains that had yet to dry. Everything lay desolate, and the stench of blood drifted over from afar.
Pale heads hung from several trees.
Faint, intermittent sobbing came from the village not far away.
Yuankong glanced at Li Yingling in confusion, then took a deep breath and let it out heavily before asking in a puzzled tone:
"What's wrong with this? Such lovely mountains and clear waters."
As he spoke, Yuankong pointed at a dead tree with heads hanging high from its branches.
"Look how much fun those children are having on the swings."
Li Yingling: "..."
Chu Xingchen reached out and pressed a hand onto Li Yingling's shoulder.
"Hold on. The world he sees isn't the same as ours. This is probably why the book said the Buddhist Child could undo it."
"Otherwise, a mere seal wouldn't require the Buddhist Child specifically."
Hearing this, Yuankong caught on as well. He looked at Chu Xingchen and asked:
"Are you seeing something different from what I'm seeing?"
Chu Xingchen nodded lightly. "It is rather different, but since it says the Buddhist Child can undo it, give it a try first."
At this answer, confidence instantly returned to Yuankong's face. He had said he would definitely be useful.
He walked toward the large tree hung with heads.
Chu Xingchen and Li Yingling followed him.
Yuankong stopped beneath the tree, pressed his palms together, and bowed as he asked, "Benefactors, may I ask what this place is called?"
At his words, the heads hanging overhead abruptly turned their eyes sideways to look at the bowing Yuankong.
"Your