Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Wu Xiaoyou took out a voice recorder from behind her back.

The entire account of the unbearable past that Monk Huiming just recounted has been recorded.

She handed it to the monk Huiming and told him how to play it.

He then asked, "Venerable Monk Huiming, what do you intend to do?"

This is not a modern society; there are no efficient online communication channels, nor media functions such as radios and televisions.

In response, Abbot Huiming took a deep breath and said, "I will go down the mountain to find someone to turn it into a storybook and distribute it to every pilgrim who comes to Cibei Temple, so that they know what kind of place this is and pass on the story of Cibei Temple's evil deeds so that people can learn from it."

These words not only stunned the players, but even the monks lying on the ground found it hard to believe.

The most desperate among them was Abbot Kongbei, who was bound and imprisoned.

"No...no..."

"You can't do this! Huiming! You'll ruin your own Buddhist affinity! You'll ruin me! You'll ruin all sentient beings and the Buddha! You'll ruin the Compassion Temple!"

"This is your homeland too!"

As Abbot Kongbei continued to lose his mind, the features of a centipede began to appear on his normal upper body, and fangs protruded from his mouth like the jaws of a centipede. His already ferocious and terrifying appearance became even more distorted and unrecognizable under his current anger.

He tried to pressure the monk Huiming with the idea of ​​righteousness.

Let them stop for the sake of Cibei Temple, a sacred place of worship in people's eyes.

But all that followed was a soft remark from the monk Huiming:

"This place should have been destroyed long ago."

"The moment Duye defiled it with his sins without any punishment, it ceased to be a pure Buddhist holy site."

“Kongbei, you have been a liar all your life, just like Duye, but at least you are right about one thing today—I am indeed going to destroy Cibei Temple.”

"Rather than let you demons and monsters drag it into hell, I'd rather let this humble monk destroy it with my own hands."

After saying that, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Passing by the group of monks who no longer knew what to do, passing by Kongbei who was constantly pounding the ground and roaring with a ferocious expression.

Finally, he stood at the doorway in front of Wusheng, raised his hand and gently patted his head, saying:
"Wusheng, is Master very wicked, wanting to destroy this home where we've lived for most of our lives?"

Upon hearing this, Wusheng shook his head.

He chuckled and said, "No, Master is the best master in the world. If something bad is destroyed, you and I will just build a good one. Just like the thatched hut in the vegetable garden, Master, haven't you renovated it several times?"

"Are we going back to the vegetable garden now? There are plenty of vegetables to pick today."

Look at his childlike innocence.

Monk Huiming smiled.

He shook his head and said, "No rush, let's go down the mountain and get down to business first."

He then turned to the players and said, “Esteemed benefactors, Abbot Kongbei is at your disposal. This place has already committed too much murder; we don’t need his share.”

After saying this, Monk Huiming led Wusheng slowly outside.

With each step he took, the bruises on Wusheng's face faded a little, and in just a moment they returned to their original normal appearance.

The sunlight shining on Monk Huiming seemed to bathe him in a golden glow.

This is him using his willpower to heal the unborn.

At this moment, there was no unsettling element in the power of the vow; there was only the warmth and tranquility of basking in the sunlight.

He accepted all his identities, and also accepted the power brought by the son of the Crossing God.

They no longer coveted this power, but instead only thought about using it to help others.

Even the monks who were lying on the ground with broken limbs gradually found that their injuries were healing rapidly.

The monk Huiming raised his hand and gently covered Wusheng's ears.

So that he wouldn't hear the pitiful screams coming from behind him.

That was the sound of Abbot Kongbei's life slipping away under the players' attacks.

He could still feel a powerful attraction deep within the Compassion Temple, urging him to explore and search inward.

Monk Huiming knew very well that it was the cicada attracting the power within him; the cicada was always waiting in the Compassion Temple for someone to find it.

Of course, this could also be a trap left behind by the traitor.

Even so, the former monk Huiming and abbot Kongbei were captivated by this and wasted half their lives here.

This time, however, he did not choose to turn back or stay.

Instead, he resolutely led Wusheng toward the gate of Cibei Temple, stepping onto the seemingly endless steps.

Countless pilgrims are climbing the steps to worship, each step so difficult that their legs are already weak from the height of the mountain.

The master and his apprentice walked in the opposite direction from them, their steps light and leisurely as they headed down the mountain.

"Master, can I buy a string of candied hawthorns after I go down the mountain?"

"Of course, but you have to buy two skewers."

"why?"

"Because Master also wants to eat a skewer."

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Players completely eliminated Abbot Kongbei outside the Mahavira Hall.

In the final moments of its life, a centipede, red to almost black, crawled out from the monster's body.

It roared and tried to burrow into the ground.

However, Wu Xiaoyou grabbed it and completely destroyed it by enveloping it with the power of the [Old Days].

She speculated that this was most likely the thing that Duye bestowed upon Kongbei's power.

Unfortunately, this thing is both a source of power and a poisonous contaminant.

It grants Kongbei some control over the insects within the Compassion Temple, while simultaneously consuming his body and sanity.

Wu Xiaoyou even suspected that even if the players didn't eliminate Kong Bei, the opponent would eventually be devoured by this centipede.

Du Ye never intended for Kong Bei to actually gain anything.

He simply viewed it as a useful pawn.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyou frowned as she looked at the monster's body, which was gradually disappearing completely under the power of the [Old Days].

She squinted and said, "This isn't over yet. Kong Bei is just a pawn in Du Ye's game."

"Moreover, Foch is missing, and he didn't drop any equipment."

The other party had been trying to get Monk Huiming to sign that strange Buddhist contract.

Now that it has been destroyed, the Buddha has disappeared without a trace.

It is obvious that this was the work of Du Ye.

He's still plotting something.

Eliminating emptiness and sorrow does not mean true victory. After all, to win that unknown battle, Master Huiming still needs to eliminate his own ego.

Now that he has gone down the mountain to handle the storybook matter, the players can't stop him.

We can only try to check the problems at Cibei Temple again before he returns, and perhaps find a way to truly help him eliminate his ego.

This daytime was the longest since the players entered the dungeon.

Time, unusually, did not accelerate in any way.

It took more than ten hours before the night bells rang.

At this moment, the monks Huiming and Wusheng also returned to Cibei Temple just in time.

They have found a merchant to produce storybooks, and in a few days they will make rubbings of what Huiming said and mass-produce them into storybooks.

It's just that most players probably won't be able to see that scene anymore, as everyone can't stay in the dungeon for that long.

Tonight, Wusheng will not stay in the vegetable garden.

He lived in the dormitory with everyone else.

After all, with the monk Huiming around, no more unusual rules would arise in the dormitory.

“Benefactor Hua, have you noticed anything unusual?” Monk Huiming looked at the mist outside the door with some concern. “This humble monk feels that tonight seems different from usual.” Wu Xiaoyou nodded and said, “Yes, we noticed it as night fell. Venerable Monk Huiming, the candles you made are gone.”

The red candles that were given to everyone every night when they went out were personally handed over by the monk Huiming.

He and Wusheng have not returned for a long time since they went down the mountain today.

Players are worried about not being able to move around after nightfall.

So after lunch, I went to the old warehouse to look for red candles.

After all, when they retrieved the red candles, Monk Huiming didn't hide anything from them; the players even knew exactly which floor tile they were hidden under.

However, when they arrived at the location, they pried open the floor tiles and found the wooden box to be empty.

I remember there were a dozen or so red candles left, but they have all disappeared.

Upon hearing this, the monk Huiming asked in surprise, "How could this be?"

"Besides me having the key, none of the other monks could open the door to that old warehouse. They didn't even know that there were red candles I made hidden under the floor tiles."

"It should be that you all know this and have the means to get in."

Monk Huiming guessed that the players had their own ways of getting the red candles from the old warehouse, which is why he felt at ease returning so late.

Surprisingly, they didn't get a single red candle.

That's exactly what everyone thought.

Moreover, if red candles were going to be stolen, they would have been stolen long ago.

How could it have disappeared at such a particular time?

Furthermore, since the daytime hours didn't accelerate today, the return to a normal 24 hours actually made players feel somewhat uneasy.

Clearly, some unknown change is taking place at Cibei Temple.

"Then how are we supposed to go out tonight without red candles?" Mug said somewhat helplessly.

Wu Xiaoyou remained silent in response.

She reached into her pocket.

Actually, there were red candles at all.

There's also a special candle with teeth marks on it...

She pondered whether to light the red candle and head out to the scripture pavilion or other buildings in the Compassion Temple to look for clues.

After all, the players spent nearly ten hours during the day searching every part of all the buildings again.

Without any other monks interfering, this search was even more thorough than before.

However, they discovered that apart from the abnormal rules within each building becoming very fragile, no other clues were revealed.

That would mean that this unknown change might become more apparent after nightfall.

Should we use this only red candle now?

Just as Wu Xiaoyou was deep in thought, Wusheng suddenly asked, "Esteemed benefactors, why do you need to use these red candles when you travel? Isn't the moonlight quite bright tonight?"

The fortress and the others looked at each other, unsure how to explain the blood corpse to the little guy.

In the end, all we can say is that there are monsters in the fog after nightfall, and these red candles are an important magic weapon to drive them away.

Unexpectedly, the other party frowned, even more puzzled.

Looking at the monk Huiming, he said, "Master, why have I never encountered any monsters? I've gone out at night too."

These words startled the monk Huiming.

He quickly asked him when he had gone out at night.

Wusheng scratched his bald head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "When you first let me live in the vegetable garden, Master, the thatched hut was a bit drafty, and it was too cold at night for me to sleep, so I thought I would secretly go to the storeroom to get some thick quilts to cover myself with."

"But you warned me not to go out at night, so I haven't dared to tell you since."

"I didn't see any monsters in the temple back then."

Upon hearing his words, the group exchanged glances, all of them seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

That shouldn't be the case. Without red candles, shouldn't we be surrounded by blood zombies as soon as we enter the mist?
At least on the first night she entered the instance, Higanbana tried to fight her way to the Scripture Pavilion.

Is this the only option for tonight?

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyou seemed to realize something.

Looking into Wusheng's bright eyes, he asked, "Wait a minute, Wusheng, you just said the moonlight is very bright tonight?"

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such bright moonlight. It feels like you could see the road without a candle, right?” Wusheng nodded in response.

As if to confirm his thoughts, he looked outside after he finished speaking, feeling that he could indeed identify the road by the moonlight.

At this point, everyone realized what the problem was.

They tilted their heads and looked out the door—the fog was so thick that they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces.

Holy crap! Where did Wusheng see the moonlight from?!
"Wusheng, can't you see the mist inside the temple?" Monk Huiming asked with a slightly complicated expression.

Since his apprentice said he had gone to the storeroom to get thick bedding at night, how could he possibly recognize the road in such thick fog?
In addition, he now says the moonlight is bright.

That leaves only one possibility—

In Wusheng's eyes, there was no mist at Cibei Temple after nightfall, let alone blood corpses or anything like that.

"Mist? What mist?" Wusheng blinked, looking puzzled.

This statement made everyone lose their composure.

If it is true that Monk Huiming turned a blind eye to the temple's unusual rules because of his lineage as the son of Duye, then...

Judging from Wusheng's current situation, he has completely ignored these abnormal rules.

Fortress suddenly remembered that he had observed Wusheng using the [Encoded Vision] when they first met.

The other party's [abnormality index] is 0, which means that he has not been affected by any abnormality in the Compassion Temple.

From this perspective, it means that only those who have been affected by abnormalities can see the fog.

The Compassion Temple in Wusheng's eyes may have always been different from what others see!
Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly arose in the minds of Wu Xiaoyou and the others.

After hesitating for a moment, he said to Monk Huiming, "Venerable Monk Huiming, why don't we take Wusheng with us tonight? Perhaps we'll make some unexpected discoveries."

You definitely need to ask the other party's opinion about this kind of thing.

After all, the nights at Cibei Temple were still too dangerous, and Duye, who was lurking in the shadows, was still plotting something.

Wusheng was always just an innocent child.

If something happens to him, everyone will likely be held responsible.

Faced with this difficult request, Monk Huiming remained silent at first, and then instead of answering directly, he looked at Wusheng.

He asked, "Wusheng, now that your master and all the benefactors are in trouble, are you willing to help?"

"Doing this might lead to more painful harm than when your fellow disciples bullied you today, and you might even encounter something that endangers your life."

"You don't need to force yourself. If you're afraid or unwilling, just rest and get some sleep. This is your master's responsibility, not yours."

He will not make any decisions for Wusheng.

He only wanted to get Wusheng's opinion.

Upon hearing this, Wusheng first rubbed his face.

Yes, the beatings my senior brothers gave me during the day were very painful. Even though my master had healed my injuries, the pain still scared me a little.

If it hurt even more than this, Wusheng didn't know if he would cry again.

As for things that threaten one's life, he considered them even more distant and terrifying.

Thinking of this, Wusheng suddenly asked in return, "Master, if one day Wusheng disobeys and gets lost in the mountains, will you abandon me or take me home?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Monk Huiming replied, "Of course I will take you home. How could your master abandon you?"

This made Wusheng grin and reveal a bright smile.

He took the monk Huiming's hand and said earnestly:

"If you, Master, can't see the road clearly right now, and your eyes are clouded by the fog..."

"Then let Wusheng take you home." (End of Chapter)