Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Thump—thump—

The sound of the bronze bell, symbolizing the dawn, echoed once again in the temple.

The players finally got some rest last night.

I feel incredibly refreshed when I wake up now.

After washing up a bit, they didn't go to the morning prayers with the monks today.

After all, in terms of their status, they were just pilgrims, not monks from Cibei Temple.

Naturally, there's no need to attend early morning classes every day.

This time, they headed towards the vegetable garden first.

Firstly, to check if Wusheng was alright, and secondly, because only the soup from that side was safe to eat.

Having already familiarized themselves with the route, they arrived at the vegetable garden in no time.

Seeing the familiar little boy watering and fertilizing the fields, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Wu Wang said yesterday, Monk Huiming will make proper arrangements for the young novice to prevent any trouble from happening to him.

Upon seeing everyone approach, Wusheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, clasped his hands together, and greeted them.

"Good morning, everyone. The kitchen utensils are inside, please make yourselves at home."

He doesn't mind players coming here to cook and eat.

Although Wusheng appears naive and devoted to Buddhism, he is still just a child.

Children are naturally playful, and this is the time when their curiosity and energy are at their peak.

Living alone in a vegetable garden like this would inevitably make one feel lonely.

The presence of the players gave him a sense of companionship.

Ruoshui and the others skillfully prepared the meal, while Wu Wang pulled up a chair and sat down by the vegetable garden.

He casually asked, "Little monk, what is your master's daily routine like?"

He looked at Wusheng as he turned his head and showed a puzzled expression.

Wu Wang lied without batting an eye, saying, "To be honest, I am a scholar who enjoys writing folk tales. I am quite interested in the daily life of such eminent monks, and I use it as a way to gather some inspiration and material."

Wu Sheng showed no doubt whatsoever, only a fleeting curiosity.

After all, he grew up in this Compassionate Temple.

This sacred Buddhist site naturally takes it as a rule that monks should not lie, and Wusheng has never heard of any lies in his entire life.

Leaning against the hoe that was taller than his own men.

Wusheng pondered for a moment and then said, "Every day when Master gets up, he first rings the morning bell, then goes to the dining hall for his meal, and then goes to the storeroom to check the temple's inventory of daily necessities. If there is a shortage, he will report to the abbot and then go down the mountain to purchase more."

"If there are no problems, I will go to the various halls to check on the fellow practitioners' practice until lunchtime. In the afternoon, I will go to the meditation hall to meditate or go to the scripture library to read scriptures."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that Master holds the position of storehouse manager. In reality, he will go and help out no matter what kind of work needs to be done in any hall. He does everything from maintaining the halls, fetching water and cooking, cleaning the temple, planting in the gardens, to welcoming pilgrims."

This sounds like a typical ascetic, with a regular daily routine and no entertainment whatsoever.

It's really not easy to stick to this kind of life day after day.

As he spoke, Wusheng couldn't help but proudly raise his head.

He was proud to have such an excellent mentor.

After hearing his words, Wu Wang's expression became somewhat subtle.

Busy, so busy.

Logically speaking, many things should actually be done by monks.

Normal monks also have rest time during the day, such as a midday rest.

But this guy doesn't seem to rest at all.

His days were filled with all sorts of tedious tasks, and even though many of these tasks didn't require his attention, Monk Huiming would still tirelessly carry them out.

Is it really ascetic practice?

"Or is he deliberately keeping himself busy, and what's the point of doing that?"

Wu Wang got up and patted his clothes.

Turning back to the crowd, he said, "Everyone, I'm going for a walk first. Please be careful after you finish your meal."

On the way to the vegetable garden, the group discussed it.

They didn't believe that all the clues could only appear after nightfall; otherwise, there shouldn't be all sorts of unusual rules during the day.

However, the daytime hours at Cibei Temple are chaotic, and it can easily get dark in the blink of an eye.

If we search for clues during the day, we probably won't be able to find many places even if everyone gathers together. We might not be able to search all the halls of Cibei Temple even after seven days.

The only solution is to split up and act separately.

Although the risks were higher, at least they were able to find the entire Cibei Temple as quickly as possible.

Wu Wang also provided a direction regarding the clues—

First, everything related to Abbot Duye or the Buddha of all sentient beings.

Second, what has Abbot Kongbei been doing recently, or has he been exhibiting any unusual behavior all along?

Third, the part of the log that was torn off at the end.

These three points are currently the most important issues at Cibei Temple.

Watching Wu Wang's departing figure, Ruoshui chewed on a piece of vegetable and looked at Wu Xiaoyou beside her.

He asked, "Aren't you going to go with him?"

Although they said they would split up to look for clues.

But it certainly wasn't a solo operation.

They clearly agreed to work in pairs, and in the end, they split into three groups of three to search for clues in three different areas.

Under normal circumstances, everyone would think that these two siblings would definitely act together, right?

To my surprise, my sister didn't react at all.
In response, Wu Xiaoyou mumbled while drinking her soup, "I'll stay and watch over you. I'm more effective than him here."

She knew where Wu Wang was going.

The reason they didn't act together was because they were worried about what might happen to the other players while they were looking for clues.

With the "Compassionate Buddhist Disciple" state, Wu Xiaoyou is more likely to save people than Wu Wang under the rules of the Compassionate Temple.

"You mean Boss Wei is planning to act alone?" Passion Fruit exclaimed in surprise, "That's so dangerous! If something happens to him, we won't even have a chance to know!"

Everyone looked troubled.

Indeed, they acknowledged that the widow was very strong, both in terms of her own abilities and in her ability to break through the dungeon rules, which was unexpectedly strong.

Even so, he is still all alone!
What if we fail? Wouldn't we be left without any support?
"My brother will come back after he verifies his hypothesis."

"Don't worry, no matter who gets into trouble here, it won't be his turn."

Wu Xiaoyou calmly savored the natural, additive-free, and pollution-free green vegetables.

Everyone sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.

Now that things have come to this, there's nothing they can do to stop it; they can only hope that the widow will return safely.

Wu Wang, who had left, was naturally unaware of the conversation that followed.

The scene around him was flashing by in a freeze-frame-like manner.

He activated the [Seven Stars Step] and flashed around Cibei Temple.

They arrived at the warehouse location in less than a minute.

Just then, they bumped into the monk Huiming opening the gate to go in and inspect the supplies.

He didn't seem very surprised to see Wu Wang suddenly appear in front of him.

He clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, saying, "Benefactor, let's talk as we walk. This humble monk still has work to do at the temple."

After saying that, he went straight into the warehouse.

Wu Wang followed behind him without the slightest hesitation.

Watching the monk Huiming calmly and methodically take out the bills and count the supplies in the warehouse.

He asked, "Venerable Monk Huiming, do you... wish to become a Buddha?"

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Upon hearing this, the pen in Monk Huiming's hand made a slight clicking sound, as if it was the sound of him accidentally applying force.

Then he sighed and said, "Benefactor, aren't you just asking a question you already know the answer to?"

"Farmers toil in the secular world, hoping to earn a few coins to support their families."

"Generals shed blood on the battlefield in order to gain illustrious military achievements and be granted titles and honors."
"High-ranking officials rise and fall in the imperial court in order to gain power and influence and be remembered in history."

“Monks chant scriptures under the dim light, naturally in order to cultivate the blessings of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.”

"Becoming a Buddha is our lifelong goal."

To be honest, Monk Huiming was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, since the players didn't choose to leave last night, they should have entered the Sutra Repository with red candles in hand.

You will naturally see another version of yourself in front of the stone door to that secret room.

Now that this guy called the Widow has come looking for me, shouldn't I be asking him about my other self?
Why did I start by asking such mysterious questions?

To this, Wu Wang simply shook his head and continued, "Then may I ask what kind of Buddha you wish to become?"

"It is the Buddha in people's minds who saves all beings from suffering."

"Or is it the evil Buddha of sentient beings, who takes sentient beings as fuel, within this tiny space of the Compassion Temple?"

Tap—tap!

The monk Huiming stopped walking forward in the storeroom.

He turned around and looked at Wu Wang's lifeless, emotionless eyes.

His eyes seemed to be slightly bloodshot.

He asked, word by word, "What's the difference?"

His eyes were filled with doubt and a hint of inexplicable annoyance.

Wu Wang immediately replied, "Of course there are, just like good and evil are irreconcilable, don't you think?"

Monk Huiming did not answer immediately.

Instead, he just stared at Wu Wang.

Time passed second by second, and the two seemed to be frozen in place.

Suddenly, Wu Wang spoke again:

"By the way, Venerable Master Huiming, I once asked you—since all sentient beings suffer, how can they be liberated?"

"You didn't give an answer then, and I'd like to know if you can answer now?"

Faced with this increasingly pressing problem.

The monk Huiming bowed his head and said softly, "To become a Buddha is to be liberated..."

To this, Wu Wang laughed sarcastically, "Is that so? You really think so? Then why didn't you dare to give me that answer in the meditation hall yesterday?"

"Are you worried that this answer won't be accepted by the meditation hall? Or are you worried that you're not firm in your beliefs? Or do you still not understand the difference between a true Buddha and a false Buddha?"

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Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the warehouse.

The wind made Wu Wang feel a sharp pain in the back of his head.

It seems that if you turn around, you will see a hideous demon with its greedy, blood-red maw staring at you.

He continued his provocation, seemingly unfazed: "Why are you silent now? You wouldn't have been so quiet when you were teaching the Buddha of Non-Birth Buddhism, would you? Or do you simply not believe in the existence of a Buddha in this world..."

Before the words were even finished, some invisible force filled the warehouse.

The sounds of fabric being torn and objects exploding echoed through the air.

It was as if an invisible entity was violently traversing the warehouse at this very moment.

In a daze, Wu Wang heard the three words "silent meditation" in his ear.

He was immediately unable to speak any further.

No matter how hard I try to open my mouth, I can't control the muscles in my mouth, and I can't even make a whimpering sound in my throat, as if my vocal cords have been completely removed.

The veins on the monk Huiming's hand, which was gripping the pen, bulged, and it took a long time for them to gradually calm down.

Finally, he said helplessly, "My benefactor, you should be lenient when you can. Why do you have to press this poor monk so hard?"

After saying that, he glanced at the mess in the depths of the warehouse.

He sighed and said, "The warehouse is in short supply, so I'll go down the mountain to purchase supplies. Please make yourself at home."

This guy is trying to use going down the mountain as an excuse to avoid interacting with the players!
Wu Wang immediately realized this possibility.

Then, as he walked out of the warehouse, the eerie "silent meditation" disappeared.

He stepped forward, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Sure, I'll go with you. Didn't you say you could do whatever you wanted?"

Monk Huiming: "?"

He never expected that this guy would stick to him like a leech and he couldn't get rid of him.

He took a deep breath and left without a word.

Wu Wang followed the other party and first found Abbot Kongbei to explain the situation.

They also found several monks who were responsible for carrying supplies to help pack the baskets.

When I stood at the entrance of Cibei Temple.

Monk Huiming asked one last time, "Are you sure you want to go down the mountain to shop together?"

"Of course," Wu Wang grinned. "I'm a master at bargaining in business, just you wait and see!"

He's betting on something very new.

If you walk past from behind holding a red candle last night, you'll probably be able to successfully escape the Compassion Temple and complete the second main quest.

But now, under the blazing sun, and while descending the mountain with the monk Huiming...

Wu Wang judged that this did not fall under the scope of the mission to escape Cibei Temple.

Sure enough, the moment he decisively stepped out of Cibei Temple.

I didn't hear any system notifications.

Even as he easily followed Monk Huiming and the other monks down the mountain, Wu Wang discovered situations he had never seen before entering the instance.

He could see the view halfway up the mountain.

You should know that I had previously explored a long way down the mountain path but still couldn't see the end.

Now, we've only walked a short distance and we're already halfway up the mountain.

It's simply unbelievable.

But the monk Huiming led him not along the main road frequented by pilgrims.

Instead, it was a dirt road that seemed difficult to traverse from top to bottom.

There were absolutely no pilgrims to be seen on this road.

For an ordinary person, climbing up from here would be a real challenge.

The monks carrying baskets on their backs walked with such difficulty that they could almost be described as shuffling.

The monk Huiming walked at the very front, moving incredibly fast, seemingly out of sight of anyone else; he would probably disappear from view very soon.

Seeing this, Wu Wang could only quickly step forward and follow.

For him, this level of muddy path did not pose any difficulty in moving around.

The two of them moved swiftly through the mountains and forests as if walking on flat ground.

Da da da—

Da da—

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However, as he walked, Monk Huiming's pace slowed down, and his expression became somewhat complicated.

Wu Wang quickly caught up.

At the moment when the two were about to stand side by side.

He suddenly spoke up, "What's wrong, Venerable Huiming? What are you hesitating about?"

"Is hesitating whether he should follow Abbot Duye's example and nip the threat in the bud?"

"Is Wusheng still hesitant? If he knew what you were thinking, wouldn't he think you're unworthy to be my teacher?"

"Anyway, there are only the two of us left in this deep mountain forest now, and the dead will never give us away."

“You can kill me anytime and dump my body in the wilderness, or even bury it in this mass grave on the back mountain. This isn’t the way down the mountain, is it?”

“In that case, if you really decide to kill me, I want to be buried next to the monk Wuzhen, the ascetic who was murdered after exposing Abbot Duye’s crimes, so that he can watch you become the second Abbot Duye.”

"After all, Abbot Duye is your father! What's wrong with a son following in his father's footsteps?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a brute force surged toward Wu Wang.

The monk Huiming turned around and gripped his throat tightly with both hands like a pair of pliers, the blood vessels in his eyes gradually turning into eerie black threads.

His voice became extremely hoarse.

Just like Huiming with dark eyes who sat in front of the stone gate last night.

He said in a very pained tone, "Don't force me..."

"Unfavorable person..."

"How did you know...you shouldn't know..." (End of Chapter)