Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

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As they watched Wu Wang casually pick up the red candle that was closest to him from the ground, and then step on the fleshy steps with a sticky sound, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

Based on his previous statements, it is clear that this flesh and blood is not fake.

The number of worshippers who disappeared from Cibei Temple is definitely not just a few mentioned in the dungeon description.

Over countless years, countless pilgrims have likely lost their lives here.

Their corpses were all used to build fleshy steps leading to an unknown hell.

"Wait... if the corpse's flesh and blood are here..."

Ruoshui muttered something to herself.

He then turned back to look at the magnificent library with a look of horror.

She thought of something disgusting.

The reason why the blood corpses in the mist look so ferocious and terrifying is mostly because their human skin has disappeared, leaving only their flesh exposed, which makes them frightening.

Now the steps are made from their own lost flesh and blood.

The widow said that the texture of the scriptures in the library was similar to that of animal fur, like a dry but delicate piece of skin.

Those must belong to these pilgrims...

She turned around and looked at Wu Wang as he walked down the steps, giving him a meaningful look.

Ruoshui immediately realized it.

This guy had already guessed that the scriptures were made of human skin.

I haven't told them yet, probably because I was worried they might have some psychological barriers to reading it.

She let out a long sigh and followed Wu Wang towards the entrance.

"Be careful not to fall while you're walking." Wu Wang said with concern as he led the way, "After all, the blood here is quite viscous. I won't be responsible if you fall to the bottom and something happens to you."

Even a soldier like Jin Xin felt somewhat uncomfortable from the overwhelming stench of blood.

Watching Wu Wang's brisk and swift steps.

He asked instinctively, "Brother Wei, are you... getting a little too used to this?"

To this, Wu Wang simply said mysteriously, "I've seen worse."

This is nothing!

At least these flesh and blood are still just inanimate objects.

The flesh and blood staircase corrupted by the Abyss God that I saw in the audience space was far more bizarre than this thing.

The flesh and organs on it were even still alive and pulsating...

The group suppressed their nausea and walked down the fleshy steps for about half a minute.

We finally arrived at a secret underground chamber.

However, the secret chamber was empty, except for a heavy stone door, and...

A familiar figure sitting cross-legged in front of the stone gate.

"The Venerable Master Huiming?" Mug asked, somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, the other party was already waiting for them at the bottom of the Sutra Repository.

Just as he was about to step forward and ask the other party what secrets this place held,

Fortress and Wu Wang simultaneously reached out to stop him.

"Don't go over there, something's wrong with this person." Fortress's eyes gleamed with a serious expression. "The abnormality index on him is much higher than that of Huiming we saw during the day."

Under the 【Encoding Vision】, the monk Huiming during the day appears to have an abnormality index of only about 20%.

This guy looks just like the monk Huiming.

The abnormality index has soared to 70%.

"Heh, if he really is Monk Huiming, why would we need to come here ourselves with red candles?"

"Why don't you just lead us downstairs?"

After saying that, Wu Wang raised his hand and shot the guy who was meditating in front of him.

boom--

The scorching fire element bullets instantly reached the opponent's forehead.

However, the imagined blood-splattering headshot did not occur.

A wisp of black mist surged from the opponent's seven orifices, instantly enveloping the fire element bullet.

Everyone watched as the black mist seemed to possess some kind of strong corrosive power, gradually dissolving the bullets.

Finally, the black mist dissipated and re-entered the opponent's seven orifices, leaving not a single trace on the ground.

"What... what kind of monster is this?" Passion Fruit had already taken out support items from her backpack, ready to fight at any moment.

This shot seemed to awaken the other party as well.

Open your eyes and look over.

Only then could everyone see that the other person's pupils were extremely strange, with no whites visible at all, just a pitch-black expanse like thick ink spreading on a canvas.

"You all..."

"Having come here, is it to see the Buddha?"

The black-eyed monk Huiming's voice was unusually hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and had thick phlegm stuck in his throat that he could never cough up.

Furthermore, he did not address everyone by name, nor did he ask the players why they had come here.

It is indeed as the fortress and Wu Wang guessed.

This guy is not the same person as the monk Huiming from the daytime at all.

As for why they look so similar...

Then we'll probably have to slowly find the reason.

Faced with his question, Wu Wang put his gun away and said, "Since we've come to the temple and the library, it's naturally to pay our respects to the Buddha of All Beings."

Upon hearing this, the other party slowly replied, "To see the Buddha, one needs both opportunity and qualification."

"You have already had enough opportunity to come here, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the mandala pattern that had appeared at the entrance slowly emerged on the stone gate behind him.

It is round on the outside and square on the inside, with a strange heart beating in the center.

However, the Buddha statues surrounding this mandala pattern slowly emerged from the stone gate.

There are ten Buddha statues in total, located on either side of the Black-Eyed Wisdom, four on the left and six on the right.

He slowly raised his hand and addressed the crowd in a slightly provocative gesture:

"What are your qualifications?"

“Those who are devout, please step forward.”

Wu Wang was always the one who was least afraid of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, they stepped forward.

But Wu Xiaoyou walked past him sideways, even intentionally blocking Wu Wang's steps.

She tilted her head and smiled, "I can't let my younger brother always be in front of me, can I? He should at least stand behind me and rest from time to time."

After saying that, Wu Xiaoyou turned to look at Hei Yan Huiming and replied seriously, "Master, may I ask how you will verify our qualifications?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person pointed to the first Buddha statue on the left and said:
“Please touch this Buddha statue, female benefactor, and you will know whether you are qualified to see the Buddha.”

Everyone looked toward the Buddha statue he was pointing to—

The Buddha statue was not made of gold, bronze, or jade.

Instead, it is composed of bizarre, translucent crystals with a sickly bluish-gray hue.

In the candlelight, it seemed to be slowly melting, and there was always a pool of liquid seeping out at its feet, as if its body was melting and dissolving.

The lower eyelids were sunken, and the cheekbones were prominent.

The smile that should have been compassionate at the corners of his mouth was now twisted into a downward curve of endurance due to the texture of the crystal, and a viscous, asphalt-like substance was slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Although the Buddha statue is seated in the lotus position, its hands are not in a mudra.

Instead, she held her abdomen in a strange posture.

The abdomen was not hollow; instead, it was swollen like a drum. Through the translucent crystalline shell, countless tiny, face-shaped shadows could be vaguely seen writhing and wailing in agony within. Wu Xiaoyou walked towards the Buddha statue.

Take a deep breath and then slowly place your hand on the top of their head.

Amidst the tense gazes of everyone, Wu Xiaoyou's eyes suddenly lost their luster. Although she remained standing still, it was as if she had lost the ability to think, and her consciousness had vanished from her body.

The Buddha statue, however, became piercing and spirited, with a raging fire burning behind it as if it were undergoing some kind of test.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

The standoff between the players and Black-Eyed Huiming in the secret room seems to have reached a stalemate.

Wu Xiaoyou made no further move.

As time went on, the concerns of others became increasingly apparent.

If the red spider lily fails the test, it will likely pay an extremely heavy price, possibly even losing its life on the spot.

In response, they instinctively wanted to look at the widow.

As the younger brother, the other person must be extremely worried.

However, turning around, I found the widow assembling some pattern with the surrounding pebbles, looking completely absorbed in what seemed to be important.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pattern of a raised middle finger.

This made their lips twitch involuntarily.

Passion Fruit said helplessly, "Brother Wei, aren't you worried that something might happen to your sister?"

Wu Wang looked up at his second sister, who remained motionless.

He shrugged and said, "I'm not worried. I trust her, just as she trusts me."

Then his tone suddenly changed, and he said in an extremely kind tone, "But once I open this door, that black-eyed bald monk's head will definitely be pressed to the ground. I will use these broken stones to inlay a middle finger on his bald head, so that every time he sees his Buddha, it will be the same as giving the Buddha the middle finger."

The threatening atmosphere and intense killing intent instantly filled the entire secret room.

It seemed to lower the air temperature by a few degrees.

Seeing this, everyone could only smile awkwardly and not continue the conversation, but inwardly they were roaring with rage.

What do you mean, "not worried at all"? This guy is clearly worried to death!

Holy crap! If something really happens to the spider lily here, will it bury us all together?!

Sister! You are our sister now! Please get well soon and return to normal!

Of course, Wu Xiaoyou couldn't hear the prayers of the crowd now.

The moment she touched the Buddha statue, what she saw was different from what everyone else saw.

Wu Xiaoyou first noticed that her fingers were turning into white crystals, with coarse grains like salt falling off.

Instinctively, I tried to pull my hand away, but found that my body was no longer under my control, and the crystallization quickly spread throughout my body.

Immediately afterwards, my vision blurred and my eardrums rang. The whole world felt like a wrung-out rag, all colors and sounds were squeezed out, leaving only one feeling—pain.

The aching sensation in my knees from squatting for a long time and then suddenly standing up was magnified a hundredfold, like someone was sawing back and forth on my patella with a blunt saw.

Every vertebra in my back was screaming, as if they were being pierced by red-hot iron rods.

I could hear my teeth chattering in pain, even the sound of them being clenched and broken. My nerves were exposed to the air, and every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass.

She tried to scream, but it felt like there was a fire burning in her throat, and she could only feel pain.

The Buddha statue had its eyes lowered, and the downward curve of its lips, a gesture of suppressed pain, was exactly the same as my own.

In this bizarre, excruciating pain, the ground beneath their feet cracked open.

What gushed out was not lava, but memories.

Wu Xiaoyou saw herself as six years old.

The year before she was adopted, Wu Qing, the eldest sister, was squatting in a corner of the children's hospital corridor, sobbing.

The other person's shoulders trembled as they tried their best to keep quiet, afraid that others would see their pitiful state.

That was Wu Qing, whom I had never seen before.

Although the orphanage director later told me quietly that Wu Qing had cried, I didn't know why she cried at the time.

Now she knows—her heart stopped beating for five minutes while she was lying in the operating room…

Wu Xiaoyou saw herself as fourteen years old.

Almost all the girls in the class ostracized him.

They believe that their appearance is too outstanding and they are too popular with boys, so much so that the boys they like don't even glance at them.

At that time, I had a good friend of the same sex in my class who always supported me and spoke up for me in various situations.

However, not long after, the other person transferred schools and there was no contact from then on, which made me feel sad for a long time.

At that time, I didn't know why all of this happened.

Now she knows—her best friend was being bullied to the point of physical harm because she was too close to her, and she was completely unaware of it…

Wu Xiaoyou saw herself at twenty years old.

The parents' bodies lay inside the funeral home.

Due to the severity of the plane crash, no amount of makeup could make the bodies presentable.

While keeping vigil, he lay on the ice coffin containing the body, looking at the white sheet inside, and cried alone all night until he could no longer shed tears.

The chill emanating from the ice coffin made my body tremble uncontrollably, yet I couldn't bear to let go and leave.

Wu Xiaoyou saw herself as twenty-one years old.

I was eating instant noodles in my dorm room, my phone screen still lit up, when I received a payment reminder text from the bank.

Although the family's savings are not enough to make them unable to afford food, the expenses for their own and their younger brother's university education and daily living costs are not a small amount.

At this point, I hadn't found a stable job or income, and it seemed like it was only a matter of time before I ran out of money.

That feeling of being lost amidst the myriad lights outside the window, none of which belong to me, makes the saltiness of the instant noodles in my mouth indistinguishable from either too much salt in the seasoning packet or the bitter taste that chokes me...

These memories are like knives scraping away at Wu Xiaoyou's flesh, piece by piece.

She knew it was an illusion, and she also knew that some of her memories might be false.

But the pain felt so real.

The pain of loss, the pain of unfulfilled desires, the pain of helplessness, the pain of societal pressure...

People encounter various kinds of pain in life, which are sharper and more unbearable than pain in the knees and back.

thump--

Wu Xiaoyou gritted her teeth and knelt on one knee.

The ground, covered in scattered crystals, hurt my knees, and tears kept falling to the ground, turning into crystals.

Countless human faces rolled in the shadow of the crystal, their heads tilted back and mouths agape as they cried out silently.

Wu Xiaoyou was stunned.

Because those faces were none other than her own.

What exactly is this Buddha statue testing?
How can I leave or pass the test?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Life is full of suffering."

"Gentlemen, the longer you remain immersed in worldly affairs, the harder it is to escape from this [Truth of Suffering]."

"This female benefactor is probably not qualified to see the Buddha."

As time went by, Hei Yan Huiming saw that Wu Xiaoyou still hadn't made a move, and shook his head with a sigh.

The fortress, who was studying the Buddha statue, was taken aback.

Upon hearing this, he exclaimed in surprise, "The Truth of Suffering from the Four Noble Truths?"

“Exactly.” Black-eyed Huiming nodded slowly.

Just then, Wu Wang paused in his fiddling with the pebbles, looked up at his motionless second sister.

He said softly, "Do you think she lacks the courage and mindset to emerge from the [Truth of Suffering]?"

"You old bald monk, you've misjudged me."

"She is not some fragile vase."

"She's my sister, after all." (End of Chapter)