Nightmare Light

Chapter 169 Two Gazes
Under Bai Xiaoxiao's gaze, the tall northerner opened his eyes.

His gaze lingered briefly on the crowd before sweeping across them and looking into the depths of the temple.

His gaze swept over them so quickly that it was as if he had never seen the people in front of him at all.

Bai Xiaoxiao saw that the northerner was staring intently into the depths of the temple, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The burly man who had previously beaten Bai Xiaoxiao and his grandson was ignored by Lin Wang, and he looked annoyed as if he had been insulted.

He pointed at Lin Wang and said, "Who the hell do you think you are!"

The two priestesses glared at each other: "If you cause any more trouble, we'll kick you out!"

"My lords, I had no intention of causing trouble, but he was the one who looked down on me first, so you can't take sides... uh?"

Before the burly man could finish his sentence, he froze, his face showing surprise and disbelief.

Bai Xiaoxiao followed the burly man's gaze and saw a thin, elderly archdeacon, leaning on his scepter, slowly walking out of the temple.

The elderly archdeacon walked up to Lin Wang, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Mr. Lin Wang, the meeting room is ready. When would be a convenient time for you?"

"I'm always available."

"As expected of someone valued by Bishop Du, he is completely indifferent to his mother's divine grace... Mr. Lin, please."

Bai Xiaoxiao saw the burly man beside her slowly open his mouth wide, and whether it was because of the light or some other reason, beads of sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

The northerner nodded to Vice-Bishop Zhao, and was about to leave when he turned back, glanced at everyone, and finally looked at the burly men.

"You have something to do with me?"

"It's alright, it's alright!" The group of burly men scattered and ran down the steps, looking quite comical under the beam of light overhead.

But Lin Wang was unwilling to let them go so easily.

Under Bai Xiaoxiao's watchful gaze, the tall northerner quickened his pace and caught up with the group of burly men.

He was tall and strong, and with one stride he could cover a great distance. In two or three steps he caught up with the burly man, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and brought him back like a chicken.

He asked the burly man, "Are you sure it's alright for you to come looking for me?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" The burly man was covered in sweat, his voice trembling. "Brother... Big brother, what happened just now was all a misunderstanding!"

"If you have nothing to do with me, why are you standing next to me? Oh, right, you need to see my friend!" The northerner feigned sudden realization, then pointed to the Bai grandfather and grandson, "What do you need them for?"

"I'm fine... I'm really fine!"

"Oh, I see." Lin Wang nodded, then suddenly smiled. "Well, I have something to do."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed the burly man's head.

Above the burly man's head, the pillar of light bestowed by the goddess suddenly broke off, and Lin Wang caught it in his hand as if it were a balloon.

As soon as Lin Wang let go, the beam of light rose back into the air.

The burly man was deathly pale, staring blankly at what was happening before him. The next second, he realized something, glanced at Lin Wang in extreme horror, and scrambled down the steps, waving his arms to push through the crowd and rush out of the temple square.

The northerner grinned and said to the elderly archdeacon, "Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go."

……

Go back a few minutes.

When Lin Wang finished fusing the three spiritual energies and ended his meditation, the moment he opened his eyes, he clearly felt two strong gazes coming from the crowd of laymen and from the depths of the temple.

The gaze was extremely intense, carrying a hint of wariness—or rather, a faint but palpable killing intent.

Alarm bells rang instantly in Lin Wang's mind.

He casually turned his head, letting his gaze naturally sweep over the lay masters in the square behind him. There were already thousands of lay masters in the square, and for a moment it was impossible to tell where those gazes were coming from.

Lin Wang remained nonchalant, his gaze continuing to sweep over the Bai family grandfather and grandson beside him and the burly men...

Not them.

The owner of that gaze was far more powerful than these people.

The people in the square cannot be found for the time being...

Whose gaze is that from within the temple?

Lin Wang pondered, his gaze lingering, before turning back to look into the temple.

He saw, inside the temple, in a place where the light didn't reach, a short figure, using a scepter as a crutch, walking with it. A pair of thick glasses sat on his nose, reflecting a white light, obscuring his eyes.

The short figure, leaning on a cane, slowly walked out of the temple and into the light; it was none other than Vice-Bishop Zhao.

The old man had a gentle smile on his face. He walked up to Lin Wang and looked up at him: "Mr. Lin Wang, the meeting room is ready. When is a convenient time for you?"

Lin Wang looked at the old man and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "I'm available anytime."

"As expected of someone valued by Bishop Du, he is completely indifferent to his mother's divine grace... Mr. Lin, please."

After speaking, the old man raised his hand and gestured for the others to proceed.

Just as Lin Wang was about to leave, a thought struck him, and he deliberately turned around: "Wait a moment."

He stepped forward, deliberately warned the burly man, and then, in front of everyone, cut off the beam of light above the man's head before turning back and saying, "Let's go."

The old man slowly withdrew his gaze, smiling casually, and said, "Please."

He led Lin Wang away from the square in front of the temple and back into the temple.

This time, they took a different route.

This is a passage made entirely of megaliths, long and deep.

Lin Wang discovered that this passage was very similar to the one he had used when he first met Bishop Du.

As they moved forward, the surrounding light began to change, turning into a strange, colorless sensation, as if their pupils had lost the ability to distinguish colors.

Even the torches on the walls on both sides had turned into a colorless gray-white.

At the same time, Lin Wang felt that he had entered a strange state—similar to the feeling when he entered the shadow layer before, both of which were a slight sense of detachment between the body and soul.

But this time, the feeling was a little different—the same sense of detachment, but more abrupt than before, yet with a slight feeling of weightlessness.

Is it because there's something wrong with this space?
Thinking of this, Lin Wang asked Vice-Bishop Zhao, "This place feels very similar to the Tang Sheng City Temple. Is it also hiding the core area of ​​the temple in the shadows?"

Vice-Bishop Zhao paused for a moment, but without turning around, he continued forward and asked casually, "Have you been inside the depths of the Tangsheng City Temple?"

"Yes, I met Bishop Du there before."

“Indeed…you are a distinguished guest of the temple, so it is only reasonable for Bishop Du to invite you in for a meeting.”

The old man walked forward with a cane, which clattered on the floor.

“Young man… I’m curious, what did you talk about when you met Bishop Du at the Tangsheng City Temple?”

“I also asked him about some knowledge about gods and history,” Lin Wang replied frankly. “In addition, Bishop Du suggested that I worship the goddess.”

"What was your answer?" Vice-Bishop Zhao asked, his tone a little hurried.

"I refused."

(End of this chapter)