Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

"how so……"

"Is this really the abbot...?"

"Could it be that these sorcerers have used some kind of sorcery..."

The monks, unable to move, lay on the ground and saw the hideous monster. Their eyes flashed with disbelief.

They clearly remembered that Abbot Kongbei didn't look like this when he came to the morning prayer session.

Even though these monks were now bewitched and believed that Monk Huiming and the players wanted to destroy Cibei Temple, they couldn't believe that a centipede monster could be their abbot.

After all, compared to the allure of emptiness and sorrow, the monks here are more determined to attain Buddhahood.

How can they accept that Buddha is something like this?

"Roar!"

Amidst those strange gazes, Abbot Kongbei felt as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing his body, and he roared in fury.

Indeed, he didn't care about the lives of these monks, even if they all died in front of Monk Huiming.

But I cannot tolerate them looking at me like that!

I am the abbot of this Compassionate Temple! I am the most beloved monk here besides Brother Duye! And the one who is closest to attaining Buddhahood!

The gazes you receive should be filled with longing, admiration, and even devotion!

Amidst the disgusted and hateful gazes of the group of monks on the ground, Kongbei suddenly noticed another, even more peculiar gaze.

The gaze came from the monk Huiming behind the players.

I saw the emptiness and sorrow in his eyes...

mercy.

"Roar! How dare you! Don't look at me with those condescending eyes! I am about to become a Buddha! A Buddha is supreme! How could I be pitied by a lowly mortal like you!" Kong Bei's roar and the chirping of insects grew even louder.

He bared his teeth and claws, waving his jaws as he lunged at Monk Huiming.

He no longer wants the other party to sign any Buddhist agreement.

He just wanted to tear anyone who dared to look him in pity to shreds!
And those damned monks, who knew nothing at all, actually started to give up struggling and stop attacking Huiming and the others just because of their appearance.

How is this any different from betrayal?
After I kill Huiming, I will slaughter them all!
At worst, we can just recruit another batch of monks!

Given Cibei Temple's reputation, countless people come here wanting to become monks!
I want to rebuild a Compassion Temple that is completely under my control!

I should have done this a long time ago! I should have figured it out a long time ago!
Wasn't that how Brother Duye was back then? At that time, he was the only one who could be trusted at Cibei Temple, and no one in the entire temple could even think of refuting him.

The only troublemaker, Wuzhen, was also eliminated.

Perhaps that's why he was able to attain Buddhahood through the Golden Cicada!
Abbot Kongbei is now completely in a state of madness, his reason is being rapidly consumed by some extreme obsession.

The centipede monster, with its insect-like lower body legs crushing the floor tiles, charged forward with overwhelming force.

Wu Xiaoyou stood firmly with her sword in front of her.

The next second, Kong Bei, who was originally moving at an extremely fast speed, suddenly seemed to be slowed down, and his sprint speed suddenly became only the speed of an ordinary person running.

For players, this speed, which is no different from that of an ordinary person, is simply a piece of cake.

Looking around, I noticed that Passion Fruit had somehow acquired a stopwatch-shaped device and was constantly turning it, clearly applying some kind of debuff.

The hammer of the scorched heart and the rapier of the mug also appeared on either side of the opponent's body at just the right time.

"Damn it! Behave yourself!"

"Break through the wind! Break through fiercely!"

The players have suffered a lot in the Compassion Temple these past few days.

Faced with those abnormal rules that defy all common sense, even if they had the most destructive tools at their disposal, they were powerless to use them and always felt a nameless anger simmering inside them, with no way to vent it.

Now that they finally have a target to attack head-on, how can they resist the urge to fight to the death?
Both Jinxin and the mug used all their strength, each blow of the hammer smashing part of the centipede's tail into a pulp, while the rapier pierced through the rest of the centipede like a screen, with copious amounts of blood flowing from the numerous holes.

In pain, Kong Bei turned around and was about to bite off the heads of the two people.

Ruoshui, however, was standing in front of him at some point, holding a blue bead in her hand and throwing it toward Kong Bei's head.

The moment the two made contact, she formed a strange hand gesture, and the blue bead instantly transformed into a water ball the size of a yoga ball, enveloping Kong Bei's chest and head.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't shake it off. Even when he tried to scratch with his jaws, he would just sink into the water sphere and couldn't affect its position at all.

The intense feeling of suffocation from being submerged in water surged through him, and the weight of the water sphere seemed to be gradually increasing, trying to overwhelm him.

This made Abbot Kongbei, who was already not very rational, even more violent.

He spun around in a fit of impotent rage, grinding his teeth and making a complete mess of the paving stones in the open space.

Having finally shaken off the ashes and the mug, and just as he was about to continue his attack, he found his body becoming increasingly heavy, making even crawling forward incredibly difficult.

Looking back, he discovered that the countless shards of floor tiles he had just broken were like magnets, constantly adhering to the wounds on his lower body. As more and more shards piled up, his lower body no longer resembled a centipede's tail; it was more like being shackled with a giant stone ball.

The fortress stepped forward, its eyes fixed on the rapidly flowing data stream. Its hands were positioned in front of it, typing something out of thin air, as if there were an invisible electronic keyboard there.

The accumulation of these rubble fragments, restricting the movement of the Empty Sorrow, was clearly his doing.

Wu Xiaoyou saw the pitiful state of Abbot Kongbei being surrounded and beaten by the players.

He chuckled and said, "How about you run one more? You monks are vegetarians, but do you really think we are too?"

Holding the Laughing River Sword, she walked step by step toward Abbot Kongbei, who was trapped in place.

Da-da-da-da

Wu Xiaoyou's steps were very slow, but each step was like a death knell counting down.

Hearing the footsteps of death approaching little by little felt like stepping on my own heartbeat.

Abbot Kongbei initially roared and cursed, but gradually turned into sobbing and begging for mercy. Finally, when Wu Xiaoyou came in front of him and stuck the tip of her sword into his forehead, ready to plunge it in at any moment.

He broke down.

His gaze fell upon the monk Huiming, who was wailing in the water sphere, "Why!"

"I am more devout than him, I work harder than him, and I want to become a Buddha even more than he does!"

"Why is it this coward who has a connection to Buddhism! This is not fair!"

I heard his wails and his tearful complaints.

As Wu Xiaoyou thrust her sword down slightly, the power that could directly harm the soul caused Abbot Kongbei to gradually lose his head from the pain.

"Why? Because the Venerable Master Huiming never considered what you wanted as a karmic connection with Buddhism."

“His affinity with Buddhism was planted when he adopted Wusheng, cultivated through his daily labor, and accumulated when he chose to be kind even amidst suffering.”

"Instead of something you and Du Ye casually say is predetermined by nature."

She thrust the sword deeper and deeper, her voice growing colder as she spoke:
"Now, I'll give you two choices—"

"Either tell the truth, or take it to hell with you."

The abbot's expression was extremely complicated. Of course, he didn't want to die, but he also couldn't accept that the image he had painstakingly cultivated for so many years would just collapse like that.

At least for now, those monks who are looking at him with strange eyes don't know why he has become like this. Before everything is revealed, he still has room to make excuses!

Yes! This woman wouldn't dare to actually kill herself!
She needs to tell the truth herself!

As long as you stand firm and don't give in, what's a little suffering?
If I really tell her, she'll probably kill me with a single sword strike!
Survive! I must survive!
"Heh... I don't understand what you're saying!" Abbot Kongbei's ferocious face revealed a hint of sarcasm as he said, "What truth! That's nothing but the heretical talk of you demons..."

"The truth is—this humble monk Huiming is the son of Duye, born from his relationship with a prostitute from the foot of the mountain."

Just as Abbot Kongbei thought he had the players' weakness in his grasp and was about to pull them down, Monk Huiming, who had been silent behind everyone, suddenly stepped forward.

And he spoke slowly and calmly in front of everyone.

"The Abbot Duye, whom you admire, who has helped all sentient beings attain Buddhahood, and the Abbot Kongbei, who continues the flourishing of Cibei Temple."

"The real ones are utterly wicked."

Upon hearing these words, the monks prostrate on the ground showed not only confusion and bewilderment, but also overwhelming shock and disbelief.

Huiming is a descendant of Duye!?
Lustful acts are one of the most serious transgressions!

Abbot Duye has already become a Buddha for all sentient beings, so why does he have descendants?
"Nonsense! You scoundrel! How dare you slander us!" Abbot Kongbei knew that most monks, even if they could accept the fact that they had become centipede monsters and were no longer devout, would certainly not be able to accept the claim that the Buddha's salvation of all beings was being slandered.

He didn't know why the usually timid monk Huiming would take the initiative to stand up and say these words at this moment.

But coming from the mouth of a mere head monk, there are certainly not many people who would believe him on the spot!

This is my only way to survive!
We absolutely cannot let this guy cut off the supply!

However, seeing Abbot Kongbei's resentment and roar, Abbot Huiming felt more relief and apology than pity.

His gaze slowly rose to look at the distant part of the palace, where the only way to reach the main hall was via a road.

Meanwhile, a small figure stood on that road.

The other person was walking towards them with difficulty, tears streaming down their face. Their face was covered in bruises, as if they had suffered some kind of bullying.

Yes, since Abbot Kongbei incited the other monks to destroy Cibei Temple, how could Wusheng, whom he had adopted, not be treated differently by them?
Just as the players were ganging up on Abbot Kongbei, Monk Huiming saw Wusheng's figure appear on the road and rushing towards them.

Whenever he encountered a monk who had come from another building to help in the Mahavira Hall, Wusheng would grab their robes and weep, saying:

"Master is not a bad person! He is the best person in the world!"

"Master will not destroy Cibei Temple! You are the ones who will destroy Cibei Temple!"

The monks had only treated the little guy differently and hadn't actually done anything to harm him.

However, the other party persisted in their pursuit, and in order to shake off Wusheng, they forcefully swung their robes and slammed him heavily to the ground.

He then rushed over to provide support without looking back, and stood there stunned when he saw Abbot Kongbei being beaten up.

Despite being injured in the fall, Wusheng gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, struggling to walk towards them while continuing to persuade the other bewitched monks.

Even though rumors were rampant and all the monks in the temple wanted to get rid of Huiming as soon as possible.

Wusheng would also stand firmly on his master's side.

He believed that his master would never do such a thing.

This scene was witnessed by the monk Huiming.

He suddenly realized.

Looking at the pitiful Wusheng in the distance and Wu Xiaoyou, who risked her life to help him, he felt a pang of sadness.

The monk Huiming put his hands together and continued, "I have always believed that my enemy is Kongbei, or Duye, who gave me this tainted bloodline."

"In fact, that's not the case. My only real enemy is myself."

"The first half of the diary I left behind back then was because I felt that I was too insignificant to convince people of the truth, and I wanted someone with more ability to discover and expose it."

“But this is the Compassion Temple. The two sinners are the ones with the most say. If everyone who finds out the log thinks like me, then no one will ever be able to reveal the truth. We can’t expect Kongbei to wake up on his own, can we?”

His tone became increasingly firm.

His eyes were increasingly filled with compassion for all living beings.

She continued softly, "Does it really matter whether the truth must convince everyone the moment it is revealed?"

"The efforts of the benefactor Hua and the trust of Wusheng made this humble monk realize—"

"Perhaps, for this humble monk, the most important thing is not the result, but the process; being able to personally tell the truth is the most important thing."

"Even if none of you are willing to believe me now, it is enough as long as you remember everything I said today."

"The seeds of truth are just like the seeds of lies. Once sown, they will eventually sprout. Even if I cannot do it today, I will carry the seeds of truth with me for the rest of my life and spread them everywhere, becoming a martyr for the truth to take root and sprout!"

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

After saying this, Monk Huiming straightened his clothes and sat cross-legged in meditation.

After putting your hands together in prayer and silently reciting "Amitabha Buddha,"

He began to speak.

From what kind of wanted criminal Du Ye was before entering Cibei Temple, to how he used his identity as the head monk to go down the mountain to make money, to how he killed the ascetic monk Wuzhen who discovered the truth, to how the other monks in Cibei Temple colluded with him, to the appearance of Jin Chan and his own birth until he was adopted into the temple...

Those crimes were revealed by the monk Huiming.

The sheer volume of information left all the monks speechless with astonishment.

During this process, the centipede patterns on their heads seemed to fade more and more, as if they were truly contemplating the truth or falsehood of these matters.

The state of being bewitched is gradually fading away.

He ignored Abbot Kongbei, who was roaring and refuting him from a distance, trying to exonerate himself and make excuses.

Monk Huiming simply revealed everything he knew to the public.

There was no need for Abbot Kongbei to bow his head; he only needed to tell the story himself.

Looking at Wusheng, who had finally managed to move over and was leaning against the outer gate of the temple, gazing at himself in the distance, and listening to the sordid and unbearable past of Cibei Temple.

The young novice monk smiled brightly.

That smile was as clean as freshly watered vegetables.

As the monk Huiming recounted his story in a calm and understated manner, a similarly pure smile gradually appeared on his face.

The son of Duye, the head monk of Cibei Temple, a greedy person who wants to become a Buddha, an ascetic monk who wants to meditate, and a high-ranking master who guides the practice of non-birth...

All these identities are one's own, and there's nothing to deny about them.

From that moment on, he accepted himself.

I haven't defeated my ego, nor have I conquered greed.

He simply accepted it… (End of Chapter)