The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 120 It's so cold

Wang Wen stood beneath the shrine, gazing up at his own statue, continuously channeling his divine thoughts into it using the method of consecrating the statue with a divided mind…

Then, the dark stone eyes of the statue gradually lit up with a dark golden divine light, which grew brighter and brighter. After a moment, the divine light exploded and turned into countless starlight points that merged into the statue. The entire statue gained an indescribable and inexplicable aura at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Once the consecration of the statue was complete, Wang Wen immediately sensed a closer connection between himself and the statue, and even the great hall beneath his feet gave him a crystal-clear feeling.

With this consecrated statue, this place is no longer the Great Hall of the Buddha, but the Huangshan Temple, Wang Wen's sacred site.

His practice of building palaces and temples for himself outside of Huangshan is not prohibited under either the rules of Heaven or the system of Heaven.

However, if the Heavenly Court and the Underworld were still in this world, his actions would certainly be taboo.

After all, he overstepped his bounds. Don't local deities need to be favored?
What's wrong with gods? Don't gods have to deal with human relationships and social interactions?
Not to mention that this is the Great Hall of the Buddha, if the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, and Mount Ling were still here, his actions would be tantamount to creating friction between Buddhism and Taoism.

But... doesn't that mean the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, and Mount Ling are all gone?
With no tiger in the mountains, can't Wang Wen, this monkey, pretend to be king for a while?

Wang Wen turned around, his back to his own statue. While using the divine power of the Huangshan God to carve out a spacious underground space deep beneath the shrine, he spoke to the nameless old monk in front of him, who was in a state of superposition of Buddha and demonic quantum states: "Quickly summon all the wronged souls of the city to come here to offer incense!"

The incense offerings needed by gods and Buddhas are actually the power of the wishes of all living beings.

At this very moment, all the people in the city are "living" in the pseudo-Buddhist kingdom created by the nameless old monk with his three incarnations; at least they themselves still feel that they are alive.

The resentment, malevolence, and the seven poisons of greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil, and desire emanating from their souls were all rapidly absorbed by the nameless old monk at the cost of turning himself into a garbage dump... This waste was the source of the nameless old monk's half-demon form.

Therefore, the people of this city can still make wishes that are no different from those of the living.

This is why Wang Wen said that the nameless old monk was not qualified to be sent to the Eighteen Cities of Hell for countless eons without being reborn.

He's definitely not a good person.

But he certainly isn't a completely rotten person.

At most, he's just a bad person with a lingering conscience...

Often, it is these kinds of people who live the most conflicted and tormented lives.

At this moment, Wang Wen was not trying to take advantage of the chaos.

The nameless old monk was about to collapse. Once he completely transformed into a demon, the demonic energy emanating from his body would immediately ignite the remaining resentment and malevolence within the souls of all the wronged spirits in the city, turning them into vengeful ghosts.

It wouldn't be good to eliminate the nameless old monk before he turned into a demon. Once he lost the suppression of his Buddha-light, all the wronged souls in the city would also turn into vengeful ghosts in a very short time...

The tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts who died violent deaths would have to be exhausted even if Ksitigarbha himself came.

There is no other way to help these bald monks and Taoist priests of today except through physical exorcism.

Therefore, he had to race against time with this nameless old monk!
Before the nameless old monk completely transforms into a demon, take in all the people of the city!
But in this city, there are tens of thousands of wronged souls...

If his divine treasure hadn't self-destructed atop Mount Huangshan, he would have had a place to settle these wronged souls.

But there are no "ifs"!
To forge a divine artifact on the spot would be too time-consuming. If one were to force it, there was a high chance that one would not only fail to forge the artifact but also exhaust oneself, becoming the old monk's first snack after he transformed into a demon.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take the risk of letting the people of the city come here to burn incense, collecting their incense power to strengthen the temple, while also taking them under the temple grounds first. After he dealt with the demon that the old monk had transformed into, he would then try to settle these wronged souls...

This is definitely walking a tightrope.

The fate of the last nameless old monk who walked this tightrope is right before his eyes.

But Wang Wen still wanted to give it a try...

If he crashes, at most he'll lose his life.

But if he can stabilize the situation, he can save the entire city's inhabitants.

He thought this deal was worth it no matter how he looked at it!
……

The nameless old monk was too busy to even speak.

He simply followed Wang Wen's instructions and summoned all the people in the city to come here to offer incense and worship the God of Huangshan.

A dense, dark mass of people appeared one after another outside the main hall, and billowing incense smoke enveloped the wide passageway like thick fog rising from the mountains after rain.

Wang Wen, who was sitting cross-legged below the shrine, soon heard layers upon layers of devout prayers rising and falling.

"Master Huang, please bless my husband so that he may pass the imperial examination in the autumn..."

"Mr. Huang, please bless my son so he can grow up safely and healthily..."

"Master Huang, please bless me so that I may slaughter everyone tonight and kill the scoundrels..."

Wang Wen's eyelids twitched violently, his face showing a struggle. He desperately wanted to free his hands and loudly tell these country bumpkins that their surname wasn't Huang... But the overwhelming incense power accompanying these devout prayers felt like a fierce wave crashing against him. He was too busy trying to urge his Yin Spirit to refine this incense power, let alone correct their way of addressing him.
So he could only give up and let things take their course, focusing on refining a massive amount of incense power to strengthen the temple while using that incense power to pull one praying, wronged soul after another into the underground space beneath the temple, where he would suppress them with divine authority.

The so-called suppression is not about imprisonment or harm, but about suppressing their minds, keeping them in the state they were in when he dragged them into the dojo. It's not about reducing the resentment and hostility in their souls, but only about preventing their condition from deteriorating further...

One by one, the figures moving outside the main hall vanished into thin air, while the people who came to offer incense and pray ignored them and continued to surge towards the main hall in waves.

Within the dark underground space, a faint golden light gradually appeared, illuminating one disheveled figure after another. They stood silently with empty eyes, their bodies rising and falling as if weightless, wisps of light smoke rising and swirling around them, making them appear ethereal.

Inside the main hall, the statue standing behind Wang Wen exuded an increasingly solemn aura, and its lifeless eyes, which looked down over the hall, gradually revealed a hint of imposing authority.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction. But in reality... that wasn't the case.

The poison of incense smoke accumulated more and more within Wang Wen's spirit, surging like waves, one higher than the next, stirring his emotions. Sometimes he was furious and mad, sometimes he was devastated and felt like he was dying, and sometimes he was both furious and mad and devastated and felt like he was dying at the same time!
His expression, like a Sichuan opera face-changing master, fluctuated with his fluctuating emotions, sometimes contorting into a ferocious expression, sometimes turning ashen-faced, sometimes with bloodshot, bulging eyes while letting out a soft sigh. In the end, his entire face was distorted, displaying seven emotions simultaneously: greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil, and desire, as if countless personalities were vying for control of his body.

He was certainly aware of his precarious situation, but no matter how he tried to calm himself down or suppress it, he couldn't stop the ever-rising, multicolored tide in his heart!

To make matters worse, the nameless old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him also began to tremble slightly, and even wisps of blood-red smoke appeared in the half-bright Buddha light...

The problem stemmed from the source, and the wronged souls throughout the city immediately showed signs of awakening from their illusions and rebelling.

At this moment, Wang Wencai has only managed to take in more than half of the people in the city!
"You damned monk, you haven't atoned for your sins yet..."

Wang Wen, his face flushed and eyes bulging, roared angrily, "Hold on!"

The nameless old monk's back trembled violently in response, and then a weak, low, yet resounding, devout chanting voice echoed in the spacious hall: "Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove of Anathapindika's Park in Shravasti, together with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks..."

As he chanted the sutra, a tiny, firefly-like glow suddenly appeared on his half-human form...

Seeing this, Wang Wen's face contorted as he slowly closed his eyes. He laboriously formed a hand seal and silently chanted in his heart: "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may the Heavenly Dao manifest its might... This humble god, Wang Wen, respectfully beseeches the Heavenly Dao to descend its divine power and help this humble god cleanse the Yin spirit and eradicate the poison of incense offerings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, raised his two index fingers, and tried his best to send a stream of magical power up to the sky.

He used the Maoshan invocation technique.

It is estimated that even the founder of Maoshan, who created this invocation technique, never expected that one day a legitimate local deity would use this invocation technique to invite the Heavenly Lord!

This is a completely new way of using the summoning technique that none of them dared to even imagine!

But as fate would have it, the Heavenly Lord actually granted it!
If the successive patriarchs of Maoshan, separated by countless timelines, could perceive this scene, they would probably grumble sourly, "The only son is always pampered!"

The instant Wang Wen sent his magical power soaring into the sky, the words "Yin Virtue -500" flashed before his eyes. Then he felt a cool and refreshing spiritual energy surge from the depths of his Yin God's sea of ​​consciousness, quickly sweeping over his sea of ​​consciousness. Not only did it cleanse the accumulated incense poison in his Yin God, but it also restored his enormous magical power to its peak in just a few moments, as if blowing air.

Wang Wen suddenly shivered, and his mind cleared instantly.

He didn't have time to grieve the lost good karma. He immediately stretched his divine sense to its maximum, continuing to refine the power of incense while pulling the endless stream of "pilgrims" outside the main hall into the underground space to suppress them.

Time seemed to fly by, and even though Wang Wen was trying his best to refine the power of incense and contain the wronged souls, the speed at which the wronged souls outside the main hall disappeared still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the nameless old monk's half-human form dissipated.

Gradually, the nameless old monk's chanting grew weaker and weaker.

Instead, the eerie, raucous laughter of the demon grew louder and more ferocious.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, a loud "crack" sound rang out in the main hall, like the sound of a glass cup falling to the ground and shattering.

Wang Wen looked up sharply and saw that the faint Buddhist light emanating from the nameless old monk's half-human figure had completely extinguished. The already blurred human figure then shattered into countless dim golden fragments, which then turned into countless tiny specks of light and vanished into thin air.

Within the magnificent hall, only the nameless old monk's faint sigh remained: "Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me..."

Upon witnessing this scene, he felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously dispersed his divine sense, watching the clear autumn sun around him visibly transform into the gloomy and cold light of early winter.

Watching those "people" who were so lifelike just a few seconds ago freeze in place, staring blankly at the overcast sky, their human forms visibly fade away, reverting to their ghastly and bloody forms, their bodies emitting a fiery red mist.

That beautiful dream eventually came to an end...

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Wen's divine sense, like a frightened tortoise, instinctively retracted its head into its shell, quickly gathered a group of Yin spirits and desperately dragged them towards the main hall.

However, halfway through, he heard a low, clear child's voice: "It's so cold..."

His divine sense subconsciously lowered its gaze and saw a child with no chin and covered in lividity, raising a pair of malevolent, blood-red eyes.

That one glance was like a high-voltage current flowing through Wang Wen's entire body in an instant.

His divine sense suddenly snapped back to his Yin spirit, and he slapped himself hard across the face, trembling as he forcefully covered his eyes.

But scalding liquid still seeped out from between his fingers.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...'

'It's because I wasn't fast enough, it's because I had too many worries...'

'I couldn't save you!'

Just then, a deafening, maniacal laugh erupted, causing the beams of the main hall to tremble and fall...

When Wang Wen looked up, he saw the blue-faced, fanged demon, clad in black armor and covered in bluish-black scales, slowly stand up, its head touching the dome of the hall, laughing wildly as it looked him over with a sinister and mocking gaze.

"Hehehe..."

Wang Wen couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the laughter grew louder and louder until it eventually turned into a deafening roar of laughter.

He gripped the steel spear at his side, his face contorted with rage as he slowly stood up, his large, uneven eyes bulging. Tilting his head, he glared fiercely at the enormous demon before him and roared with laughter, "Has no one ever told you that your fucking laughter... is really awful!"

With veins bulging on his forehead, he laughed hysterically as he leaped up, swinging his spear like a hammer, aiming a blow at the demon's head.

While he was still in mid-air, a dazzling golden lightning burst forth from his body.

Tear away all darkness!
(End of this chapter)