Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

There was little controversy for long about how Wu Xiaoyou learned about the opening of the stone gate.

It's normal for unfamiliar players to hide their skills and items.

Even if everyone works together and helps each other in this instance, it's always wise to be wary of others.

Seeing Wu Xiaoyou's hesitant expression, no one thought much of it and simply assumed it was her secret.

Even Fortress and Ashheart didn't ask any further questions.

After all, the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, where the other shore flower is located, and the military are essentially sister departments.

We're brothers now, what else is there to say? Just trust me and that's it.

After they left, they each returned to their own quarters.

Wu Xiaoyou stared blankly at the still-burning red candle on her desk.

After a while, my eyes started to hurt from looking at it.

She picked up the candle and went outside.

The place they were going to was the dormitory of the Five Benevolent Envoys, opposite the Five Dull Envoys.

Passion Fruit is the only player living here, and before this, I was the one who cleaned up the strange things in the [Kento-kenryo].

Wu Xiaoyou was still worried that there might be problems with this kind of cracking with the help of others.

She still wanted to come and see what was going on in the other person's room.

The figure walked through the mist and arrived at the door.

dong dong dong-

Raise your hand and knock gently on the door.

After waiting a short while, the expected sound of the door opening did not occur.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wu Xiaoyou's face.

She thought there was really something wrong with the passion fruit.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and summoned the power of the past, punching the lock on the dormitory.

boom--

Passion Fruit! Are you alright...?

However, after forcibly breaking down the door, Wu Xiaoyou's voice as she called out to the other person gradually became confused.

Because the room was completely empty! There was no one there!

Only a single, lonely red candle sat on the table.

how can that be!

They had clearly just left their rooms!
Besides being able to return to their own rooms, where else might players go?
Wu Xiaoyou became slightly wary and turned around to go back to the other side to wake up the others.

Just then, a soft sound of a door opening came from behind her.

creak-

Then Passion Fruit's voice came timidly: "Is that Sister Hua?"

Wu Xiaoyou turned around and found that the open door led to the dormitory next door.

Passion Fruit then saw Wu Xiaoyou's face clearly through the mist. She breathed a sigh of relief but also asked in confusion, "Sister Hua, why did you suddenly break down the door next to mine so late at night? You scared me. I thought those blood zombies could break down the door."

At this moment, Wu Xiaoyou took two steps back in confusion.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that I had gone to the wrong place.

Holding a red candle, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the mist to the [Jakkenryo] next to the [Kenjūkyō].

No wonder there was no one inside when I opened the room.

"Oh...it's nothing. I was thinking about something and got a little distracted, so I took the wrong turn. I just wanted to come and ask if the [See and See] in your room has reappeared." Wu Xiaoyou joked with a smile, "I don't want to wake up tomorrow and find that we're missing a cute teammate."

Hearing her words, Passion Fruit responded with a smile:

"Thank you for your concern, Sister Hua. After you eliminated Jian Qu Jian, he never appeared again. Just like you said, the Five Servants came and went in a hurry."

"Don't worry, I'm fine here. You should get some rest too."

After saying that, Passion Fruit waved her hand, shrank back, and closed the door.

Seeing that she had been worrying too much, Wu Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

However, she froze for a moment as soon as she lifted her leg to take a step.

"The Five Envoys... came and went in a hurry..."

"Did I tell her this? How would I know these things?"

Wu Xiaoyou felt something was strange.

I don't think I'm someone who has such a deep understanding of Buddhist knowledge.

Her gaze fell upon the broken door of the Jaken Dormitory, which was larger than her own.

He went back in and reviewed it again.

It still looks like it has never been inhabited.

She slowly walked to the table, picked up the lone red candle, weighed it in her hand, and compared it to the red candle in her own hand.

Without a doubt, this red candle is also made of flesh and blood, just like the one given to the players by the monk Huiming.

Why is there a red candle here?

When she entered, she thought this was Passion Fruit's room, and that the red candle on the table was naturally the other person's.

But if it weren't like this, Wu Xiaoyou would also notice the strangeness of the red candle.

Judging from its length, the candle appears to have never been lit.

After all, the monk Huiming had said that the candle would burn until the bell rang at dawn and then go out.

However, each of the players' red candles was personally handed to them by the monk Huiming during the day.

Every one you use is one less.

Why did the monk Huiming secretly place a red candle in his empty room after nightfall?

Or perhaps... he didn't put the candles there?
Wu Xiaoyou vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

She took the candle and went to the nearby [Shinmi-ryo] and [Henmi-ryo].

Bang Bang forcefully broke through the door with two punches and tilted his head to peek through the door frame.

The tables in both rooms were empty.

It's safe to assume there's nothing there at the final [Abode of Abstinence], even without going there.

In other words, the red candles in this [Jakkan Dormitory] are special.

In response, Wu Xiaoyou decided to take the red candle with her.

We'll ask Monk Huiming what's going on after dawn.

Return to the [Greedy Dormitory] with new red candles.

As she closed the door, Wu Xiaoyou decided to wait for the test to begin.

The Five Dull Envoys are all about the slow, gradual process of boiling a frog in water.

It doesn't come with the same ferocity as the Five Gods, but every night a test quietly appears, trying to influence the minds of the worshippers little by little.

Although these tests weren't particularly difficult for me.

But Wu Xiaoyou still felt somewhat helpless.

Hopefully, the other five players in the room will not be affected.

Suddenly, looking at the closed door of the "Greedy Dormitory," she noticed something was amiss.

"Wait a minute, why did I feel so comfortable going into the Jaken Dormitory?"

Yes! When I checked the [Shinmi-ryo] and [Henmi-ryo], I subconsciously held onto the door frame and peeked inside to observe.

I'm worried that if I enter an unknown dormitory room, the door might suddenly close automatically.

Then I'm afraid I'll have to go through another test with the Five Benefactors.

But when I went back to get the red candle, I had no such vigilance at all and went straight into the [Jakkan Dormitory] to get the candle.

It's as if they feel completely at ease with this "Hegemony," subconsciously believing that there will definitely be no test to befall it.

Why……

Tonight, a lot of questions suddenly popped into Wu Xiaoyou's head, making her feel a bit of a headache.

Sigh, I've never been very good at thinking about these complicated things.

If... if...

Her thoughts stalled again at this point.

That inexplicable sense of unease surged up in her heart again, as if some invisible force was preventing her from digging any deeper.

Knock knock knock— Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wu Xiaoyou immediately took two deep breaths to calm herself down.

For now, let's deal with tonight's test of corruption.

We'll talk about the rest after dawn.

I don't know if it was because I encountered too many trials at Cibei Temple, or because I was affected to some extent.

She always felt that something was wrong with her current state.

"My heart is troubled..."

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This night was quieter than ever before.

Ever since I learned the truth from that diary of emptiness and sorrow many years ago, or rather, since I felt the connection between myself and the strange power in the Compassion Temple after I attained Buddhahood through salvation.

Huiming has never had a good night's sleep in a real sense.

My own ego, which constantly yearns for Buddhahood before the mandala stone gate, is almost always on my mind, or rather, tempting me.

The voice was saying—

"Accept it..."

"As the son of the Buddha who guides all beings, the lineage of the Buddha for all sentient beings should rightfully belong to me..."

"Moreover, if even a villain like Duye, who indulged in wine, women, wealth, and murder, could become a Buddha, then I am sure I can become a better Buddha than him..."

"After I become a Buddha, I will definitely save all sentient beings..."

To prevent these thoughts from influencing me to do anything truly outrageous.

Huiming always kept himself busy with heavy work and various tasks that were not even his responsibility, so that he had no time to think about anything else.

But I always feel powerless at night.

The stillness of the night is also a time when thoughts begin to wander.

At this time, there was no one to talk to, and no things to worry about.

Every night, Huiming felt like an eternity.

I often have to argue with my ego until late at night before I finally fall asleep from exhaustion.

However, Huiming did not hear the voice of "ego" tonight.

Just as I was able to sense his conversations with others during the day.

Huiming was also able to sense the other party's situation.

My ego has been eliminated!
That must be it!
The benefactor of the Red Spider Lily has succeeded!

Overjoyed and with a clear mind, Huiming fell asleep with a smile on his face.

He was finally able to face the worshippers with dignity, and look into their devout eyes and meet their gazes back, without worrying about feeling sad in the face of such devotion.

He was now truly qualified to be Wusheng's master.

Before this, Huiming had never truly felt from the bottom of his heart that he was qualified to be Wusheng's master.

The other person was different from me; they were not adopted into the Compassion Temple after being exposed to the secular world.

Wusheng grew up in the temple from a young age, and his life consisted only of spiritual practice.

In Huiming's eyes, Wusheng was like a blank sheet of paper, unaware of the ways of the world.

Purity also means susceptibility to staining.

He was truly afraid that the filth within him would stain the blank canvas of Wusheng with even a speck of ink.

The reason for leaving Wusheng to live alone in the vegetable garden was not only to protect him.

Furthermore, it was because Huiming dared not display the demeanor of a highly respected master in front of Wusheng.

He doesn't deserve it...

Fortunately, we are finally able to realize our vision.

"Yes, once we eliminate our attachment to self, we become worlds apart from ordinary people."

"We are now qualified to become Buddhas."

"Isn't that right..."

Huiming finally found some peace and quiet one night.

He had a rare dream.

In his dream, a voice so faint that he couldn't even respond slowly rose in his subconscious.

In the eyes that no one can see after they close when they sleep, a faint filth silently creeps up.

"My heart is free of demons, and I find peace within myself..."

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Wusheng slept very well tonight as well.

Or perhaps he actually sleeps very well every day.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

Aside from working, he meditates and cultivates himself, and he is very satisfied with this kind of life.

He was just a child and didn't have any complicated thoughts.

All he knew was that if it weren't for his master carrying him in from the temple gate many years ago...

In the dead of winter, I would have long since frozen to death or become food for wild animals in the mountains and forests.

Now I can taste the sweetness of every bite of food, smell the sandalwood fragrance in the air, and feel every drop of sweat from working in the vegetable garden...

Everything I have is thanks to my master giving me a second life.

Therefore, I cannot let my master down.

As long as you do the training that your master arranges diligently, you will surely become your master's pride!
On the day he shaved his head to become a monk after reaching the appropriate age, he officially became a novice monk at Cibei Temple.

In the temple, some fellow monks would ask them to bow before the Buddha of All Beings.

They told themselves that they could tell all sentient beings and the Buddha if they had any wishes.

If the Buddha can fulfill the wishes of even pilgrims, then the wishes of monks who are practicing will surely be fulfilled as well.

Every monk in Cibei Temple has made a vow to the Buddha of all sentient beings.

But Wusheng did not go to worship the Buddha of All Beings that day.

He said, "I have no wish, or rather, my wish has already been fulfilled."

"Being able to open my eyes and see the bright sunshine every day, being able to practice with my master every day, being able to hand incense and candles to worshippers every day, providing a little help to their piety, and being able to truly appreciate every day of life."

"This humble monk is already content."

My master was also there that day.

On that same day, his master instructed him to cultivate independently in the vegetable garden.

Wusheng did not feel that this was his master's punishment; he truly believed that it was his master's way of helping him gain enlightenment.

This is the time for spiritual practice.

I slept soundly and peacefully tonight, just like usual.

But it seems there are still some differences.

Wusheng encountered a strange person in his dream.

Although the person's face was completely blurred and his features were not clearly visible, Wusheng felt that the other person had a sly smile on his lips, as well as a hint of surprise.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be able to see me."

"Duye, Duye, this is an unexpected joy that even we didn't anticipate."

"Little Western Paradise could not bestow the title of Great Sage, but false compassion produced a true Buddha."

"Little monk, I have something I want to tell you..."

Faced with such strange words.

At first, Wusheng in the dream was puzzled, but then slowly sat cross-legged.

He looked at the other person with a serious expression.

Then, in a serious tone, he asked:
“Master said—if one interprets it as holy, one will be subject to all evil.”

“When a practitioner experiences a little peace or a certain state of enlightenment, if thoughts such as ‘I have attained enlightenment’ or ‘I am amazing’ arise in their mind, this is the beginning of demonic possession.”

"Excuse me, are you the demon that plagues this humble monk?"

Faceless Man: "..."

I tested your Huiming, and look what you've done to that little brat! (End of Chapter)