Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

In the sky, a full moon, like a silver plate, hangs high in the vast universe, absorbing the sun's scorching light and transforming it into wisps of moonlight that spill over into the forest.

The moon, like a silver plate, is like a kind mother, gently caressing the earth, and like a fair judge, silently watching over the actions of all things in the world.

"Let's go to that temple together and see if it's really as magical as you say."

A short distance away, Jiang Shinian suddenly sensed a mysterious power fluctuation, with magical energy flowing through it.

He looked into the distance, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the layers of bamboo forest and see the source of that mysterious power.

It seems that the Lotus Temple has already appeared in the world.

At that moment, seemingly endless black shadow soldiers emerged from the earth one after another, densely packed, surging in like a tide.

Their figures shimmered with a black light under the moonlight, like a group of dark messengers descending upon the world.

The ascetic monk standing nearby turned deathly pale, his expression incredibly complex, as if he had witnessed the most horrifying sight in the world.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered in his mouth, making a clattering sound, as if tolling the death knell.

It turns out that the shadowy ninja who captured him was just the tip of the iceberg.

"whoosh whoosh"

A series of dark figures darted through the forest, stepping on tall, green bamboo, leaping and soaring through the air above the bamboo grove.

Their figures were light and agile, like bats in the night sky, soaring freely in the darkness.

The interplay of shadows and moonlight creates a peculiar and mysterious scene, as if a battle between darkness and light is quietly unfolding in this silent bamboo forest.

Jiang Shi Nian slowly took a step and strolled leisurely in the direction the shadowy soldier had gone.

Its dragon body moved freely without being hindered by the bamboo forest, because the shadowy ninja in front of it used its divine power to burn the bamboo that was blocking Jiang Nian's steps to ashes and turn it into nothingness.

Every step he took seemed to tread upon the long river of history, steady and powerful, as if announcing his arrival to the world.

With shadowy soldiers at his beck and call, Jiang Shinian, surrounded by ninjas, arrived at the Lost Lotus Temple in no time, after walking only a few hundred meters.

The ascetic monk, dragged here by a shadowy ninja, was now abandoned to the side, gazing up at the temple that exuded an ancient and rustic atmosphere.

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, which he tried his best to hide, but when his gaze fell on the temple, his body still trembled slightly involuntarily. Jiang Shinian took it all in but did not say a word.

He was torn. On one hand, he was afraid that the demon would find the demonic scroll in the temple and harm him. On the other hand, he was curious about what the demon would do in the temple.

"Lotus Temple..."

“On the night of the full moon, Lotus Temple will appear in the mortal world. Over the long years, many monsters have probably accumulated, making it sinister and terrifying, just like the dark and shadowy monsters’ lair hidden in the night.”

Jiang Shinian's hoarse and deep voice suddenly rose, echoing like the deep, resonant war drums in the moonlit bamboo forest, which seemed like still water.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the bamboo leaves rustled, as if trembling in fear.

The cool moonlight, which should have been a symbol of tranquility and peace, seemed to be tainted by this evil aura, becoming eerie and sinister.

The mist in the bamboo forest, illuminated by the moonlight, drifted slowly like wisps of ghostly gauze, entwining itself between the bamboo branches, adding to the mystery and eeriness of the scene.

"It is highly likely, but I cannot know for sure how many monsters are lurking among them. Their number may be as numerous as the stars, or there may be only a few. They are mysterious and unpredictable."

The ascetic monk composed himself briefly, then spoke ambiguously, offering only vague and ambiguous responses.

His gaze flickered uncertainly, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, seemingly concealing a deep meaning, or perhaps harboring trepidation, fearing that a careless word might bring unpredictable disaster.

Large beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the moonlight, slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, stirring up fine dust.

His body leaned slightly forward, as if trying to maintain his balance, or as if he were ready to deal with any sudden danger. His tense posture resembled that of a startled hare, alert to all the movements around him.

"Hehe, then you may go in and find out for yourself."

Jiang Shinian suddenly turned around, his laughter sinister and chilling, like the howl of a demon in the cold night, making people's hair stand on end and their spines go cold.

His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a fiery light that seemed to want to devour everything around him into endless darkness and evil.

The laughter echoed through the bamboo forest, startling a flock of night crows perched on the branches. They cackled and flapped their black wings as they flew away in a panic, as if fleeing the impending disaster.

Jiang Shinian's figure was stretched long in the moonlight, like a demon messenger from hell, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Ah...this..."

The ascetic was immediately stunned, as if struck by lightning; his body froze for a moment, then trembled slightly.

At first, it was like a gentle breeze rustling leaves, but it gradually intensified, like a flickering candle in a sudden storm.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but fear gripped his throat, leaving him only able to utter some indistinct sounds.

Chapter 162 Plotting at Lotus Temple

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and despair, as if he could see his fate of being swallowed by darkness.

"What, didn't you say you would serve me?"

Jiang's demonic voice reached the ascetic monk's ears ten years later, causing his body to tremble even more violently, like a withered leaf in the wind, shaking uncontrollably, or like a sieve, twitching incessantly.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain, for the fear in his heart had already overshadowed all physical sensations.

His legs began to weaken, and he could barely stand. If he hadn't been tightly bound by bamboo, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

"I...can't..."

As if recalling a terrifying event from the past, the tension in his eyes instantly turned into thick terror, as if he were trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself, his soul shrinking and trembling in fear.

The terrifying scenes he had experienced at the Lotus Temple involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Those cursed monsters, that endless darkness, and that powerful and evil force haunted him like a nightmare, from which he could not escape.

"Hehe, as the ancient wisdom says, only when the fish takes the bait does the earthworm realize that it has become bait. How pitiful and lamentable, your fate is just like that."

Jiang Shinian's hoarse voice rang out, as if it were a curse from the depths of hell, filled with an aura of death and despair.

The sound seemed to possess a magical power, capable of penetrating the soul and instilling endless coldness and fear.

As the ascetic listened to the sound, he felt as if his heart was about to stop beating. His breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath like a struggle against death.

The ascetic monk seemed to be struck by a tremendous force, suddenly turning around and staring at the evil dragon beside him. His eyes were full of fear and doubt, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

His eyes were filled with fear of Jiang Shinian, but also with a hint of doubt, wondering how this demon knew his identity and the secrets of Lotus Temple.

His body was stiff from excessive tension, like a stone sculpture, with only his slightly trembling lips and wide eyes revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"You and I……"

"Hehehehe, you fool, do you think that only you, the previous generation of temple guardians, know the secrets of Lotus Temple?"

Jiang Shi Nian laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surrounding area, as if he wanted to turn the tranquil bamboo forest upside down.

He suddenly realized the delightful pleasure of teasing people's hearts, just like a cat playing with a mouse, and he enjoyed it immensely.

Especially since his resurrection, he has felt a great deal of difference in his views. His former awe and reverence have faded, leaving only curiosity and a desire to explore all things in the world, as well as a wanton indulgence.

His laughter echoed through the bamboo forest, as if countless demons were mocking the ascetic's foolishness.

Jiang Shinian's body swayed slightly, as if he was enjoying the joy of victory. His eyes were full of pride and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.

Upon hearing Jiang's words from ten years ago, the ascetic monk's face suddenly paled, turning as white as paper.

Jiang Shi Nian stared intently at him, and upon seeing his expression, his doubts vanished. He had noticed many strange things when he watched this anime in the past.

Jackie Chan and Jade encounter this ascetic monk in this bamboo forest. Despite being a villain, he seems to know everything about Lotus Temple, as if he had personally experienced it and was omniscient.

According to his own account, this lost temple had been in decline for hundreds of years. However, human lifespan is limited, and those who can live for two hundred years are extremely rare, almost extinct.

Over such a long period of time, how could this self-proclaimed wandering ascetic monk have mastered so many secrets within Lotus Temple without a strong lineage to support him?

On the night of the full moon, he transforms into a monster; the demonic scroll... all these details should not have been known to him.

When I first read the original text, I felt it was out of place. But now, seeing his appearance with a mustache, a big head, and a bald head, my doubts have finally been dispelled.

This large-headed bald man may have a deep connection with Lotus Temple, but he is definitely not a descendant of the monks who hid in the temple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown such alarm upon hearing that Jiang wanted to throw him into the temple to scout the way.

It must have experienced a tragic event and harbored fear, yet it also coveted something, which is why it lingered in the bamboo forest, hesitant to leave, but dared not enter without permission, waiting for the right opportunity.

With many reasons supporting this, Jiang had long suspected that he was the previous generation's temple keeper, and this time it has been confirmed.

"Oh? Why are you silent?"

Jiang smiled wickedly for ten years, trying to lure the ascetic monk into revealing more secrets of Lotus Temple, like a cunning hunter setting a trap to capture his prey.

To his surprise, the ascetic monk, who was originally frail and trembling, gradually calmed down after his identity was revealed. However, he kept his lips tightly closed and did not utter a word, as firm as a rock and unmoved by external forces.

A resolute expression appeared on his face, as if he was prepared to bear everything. No matter how Jiang Shinian threatened or tempted him, he would not reveal a single word.

Jiang ordered the Shadow Ninjas to torture the monk severely for ten years, but the ascetic remained steadfast and unyielding, not uttering a single word. He was like an ancient tree deeply rooted in the earth, with firm roots that could not be shaken even by wind and rain.

The shadowy ninjas used every kind of torture imaginable, whipping the ascetic monks and leaving bloody welts.

The branding iron burned his skin, making a sizzling sound and emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Bamboo skewers pierced his fingertips, drawing blood, but he gritted his teeth and stared resolutely ahead, without uttering a scream or showing any sign of yielding.

"That's backbone."

Jiang Shi Nian smiled with narrowed eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; only a hint of coldness and contemplation remained.

He couldn't help but feel a slight admiration for the ascetic's perseverance, but this admiration was quickly overshadowed by his ambition.

He gazed in the direction of Lotus Temple, his eyes revealing a hint of greed and longing, as if he could already see the endless treasures and powerful forces within the temple beckoning to him.

It doesn't matter if they refuse to speak.

Lotus Temple was not a den of dragons or tigers for him. Although it was shrouded in righteous magic, the curse was reduced on the night of the full moon, so his shadow ninja only needed to maintain a low intensity of black energy to enter.

This was the result of sending a shadowy figure to probe the place. Although Jiang Shinian could not enter in person, forcibly breaking in might trigger the self-destruct curse on the entire temple, causing it to be reduced to ashes.

However, the shadowy soldiers only need to deal with the curse that turns into monsters if they do not leave before dawn, as well as the monsters that have accumulated in the temple over the years. For them, this is nothing more than a matter of lifting a finger and is not something to be afraid of.

It should be noted that ordinary people who wish to visit Lotus Temple must endure numerous hardships.

First, one must find the hidden path, know the secret of appearing on the night of the full moon, and understand the rule that if one does not leave before dawn, one will be cursed.

Upon entering the temple, they were attacked by the temple guards and a host of monsters.

If we are no match for them, we will become their meal.

Even if one manages to win by chance, it will be difficult to escape the entanglement, leaving no time to seek a target.

Even if they overcome all obstacles and kill the temple guards, time flies and dawn is approaching. Facing the entire temple's collection of scriptures, finding the magic scriptures or magic scrolls they need is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with little hope.