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Chang Xi and Lu Wenli were standing close together when their feet suddenly gave way and they plummeted downwards.

The photographer peeked out and asked, "Are you all alright?"

"It's nothing," Lu Wenli said. He didn't feel any pain, but his head was a little dizzy from the shock.

"Of course you're alright, get off me!" Chang Xi was almost internally injured from being hit.

This guy is over 1.8 meters tall, she's about to vomit blood.

Lu Wenli quickly got up and helped the person up, asking, "Are you alright?"

"Something's wrong," Chang Xi said, clutching his lower back and grimacing.

Chang Xi leaned against the wall and accidentally turned on the light, revealing a staircase at the entrance of the cave.

"These monks certainly know how to enjoy life," Lu Wenli said, looking up. "That lamp must cost over ten thousand!"

"How did you know?" the photographer asked as he came down the stairs.

"Because my family has it," Lu Wenli said.

Chang Xi gritted his teeth, "I really want to die together with all of you rich people!"

I want to too.

How can someone be this rich?!

Lu Wenli turned his head, and the scene in front of him left him dumbfounded.

The room was filled with QQ products, stained with blood, a truly appalling sight, or perhaps more accurately, instruments of torture. It's hard to imagine that such a chilling place still exists in this day and age.

Both Lu Wenli and the photographer, two tall and burly men, shivered.

Chang Xi's amber eyes swept around the room.

What flashed before her eyes was everything that had happened here: the desperate eyes of those women and the flowing blood.

That group of people not only humiliated them, but even ate the vegetables they had watered with their blood. The man's crazed and ferocious smile appeared before my eyes.

Chang Xi felt a churning in his stomach and leaned against a table, bending over and dry heaving.

"Chang Xi, what's wrong?" Lu Wenli reached out to help her.

Chang Xi's hand touched the table, and he couldn't help but glance at it.

What he saw before him was a young girl, pinned down, with a sharp knife aimed at her chest but missing.

Someone shielded her, but it was impossible to see who it was.

The girl let out a piercing howl, not like a human voice, but more like the final lament of a caged beast.

"Ah," Chang Xi seemed to be infected by that feeling of fear and despair, and suddenly withdrew his hand, retreating repeatedly.

Lu Wenli became alert. "Can your eyes see things that others can't? This isn't the ability to see ghosts, so what are you seeing?"

[Yes, after watching for so long, this is the first time I've seen Chang Xi so panicked.]

What did she see?

[Seriously? There are actually people who believe she can see things differently? It's obviously fake.]

[If you're not going to watch, get lost. How annoying!]

"I saw it," Chang Xi said, steadying himself, though his eyes were slightly red. "Those people were looking for women with good birth charts, locking them up here, humiliating them, and using their yin energy to replenish their yang."

The vegetables outside are irrigated with the blood of these women, because it is believed to prolong life.

Lu Wenli and the photographer exchanged a glance. They had also eaten the food from the temple, but immediately bent over and vomited it up.

This...this is birth!

[Don't even mention them, I feel like throwing up too, yue~]

How can there be such a perverted person?

A figure flashed past the cave entrance.

"He's the host!" The photographer recognized him.

The host, whose eyes were like a ghost's, closed the door.

Lu Wenli ran up the stairs to push the door, "The door is closed from the outside, I can't open it."

Chang Xi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. "Calm down, there's no use in rushing."

Lu Wenli had no choice but to quiet down. Two seconds later, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are your eyes this color from birth?"

"This thing can be done the day after tomorrow?" Chang Xi asked rhetorically.

"What's the difference between your eyes and those with the ability to see ghosts?" Lu Wenli asked, resting his chin on his hand. "You can see ghosts too?"

"I can see more than just ghosts," Chang Xi said, glancing at him with a half-smile.

Lu Wenli clutched her chest like a young maiden, exclaiming, "X-ray vision?!"

The photographer couldn't help but step back a little.

"What are you thinking? If you could see my underwear, I'd get a sty," Chang Xi pouted. "It's just that I can see a little more than the average person."

"for example?"

"For example, resentment, ghostly energy, demonic energy, malevolent energy, spiritual energy, turbid energy, and so on," Chang Xi thought for a moment.

The photographer's tone was full of envy, "Isn't that just like the Heavenly Eye?"

"There is a difference. The Heavenly Eye can not only see these things, but also a person's future destiny, a person's past and present life, or the true form of ghosts and monsters. I am not that powerful yet," Chang Xi felt it was necessary to explain.

That's still very impressive.

By the way, does she seem to be able to see the sins in people?

[Oh, hen.]

"Won't this be very tiring for you?" Lu Wenli said. "I've been scared to death by the ghosts I've seen in the past two weeks alone, and you can see all sorts of other monsters and spirits."

Chang Xi opened her eyes. "How should I know? I drowned and damaged my brain. I don't remember things from before very clearly."

People she meets always ask her about her past, but she doesn't have the original owner's memories, so how would she know anything about the original owner?

Amnesia is a good excuse.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water could be heard from inside the secret room.

What's that sound? Is there a leak?

[It doesn't look like water, it looks like blood!]

Blood dripped continuously in front of the three people.

They quickly got up.

Chang Xi stood up, holding the iron umbrella. "Sisters, is this for real? They're coming for us now?"

"I want to play a game with you. Answer three questions. Each question represents one of your lives. If you get one wrong, one of you will have to stay in this secret room forever. Hehehehe."

"Can I not play?"

"If you don't want to play, then die!" The female ghost's voice was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce their eardrums from a distance in the next second.

"My first question is, the Avatamsaka Sutra says, 'The mind, the Buddha, and sentient beings are without difference.' If that's the case, why aren't you Buddhas?"

The voice was old and gentle, as if carrying the tranquility of time, but it was a man's voice.

[It's not a female ghost, it's a man?]

If all the dead were women, why was there a man among them?

Can a dead person change their voice?

[Could she be a transgender person?]

Amitabha Buddha, please be mindful of your speech, benefactor.

[Are there monks in this live stream? Monks looking at their phones too?]

[This humble monk's Dharma name is Wuwo: We are also human beings.]

Chang Xi sighed, "I'm a Taoist. How can you discuss Buddhism with me? Is that polite of you?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" the female ghost threatened. "If you don't answer, you'll be considered to have automatically admitted defeat."

"What do we do?" Lu Wenli asked, his face drooping. "I didn't understand anything."

The photographer knew even less.

Changxi thought for a moment, then used the iron umbrella as a cane and said, "Master Huineng said, 'My heart has its own Buddha, and the Buddha within is the true Buddha. If one has no Buddha within, where can one seek the true Buddha?'"

"Buddhahood arises from within; with sudden enlightenment, all beings become Buddhas; without enlightenment, they remain ordinary beings."

"You've gone too far," the female ghost said. "You can leave now."

"It's his turn," Chang Xi said, pointing to the photographer.

"I'll wait for everyone," the photographer said, refusing to leave.

"Then let's save them," Chang Xi nodded.

Fortunately, she reads a lot of books, all sorts of different kinds.

"The second question is, 'If countless, innumerable, and boundless sentient beings are thus liberated, yet in reality no sentient being is liberated,'* then, do sentient beings actually exist?"