Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 463 "Lingering Bells of the Long Night" - Subduing the Demon

The sorceress was preparing something in the room, her back to Zhao Yi, and she said:

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"It has its eye on you. Although we don't know why it hasn't attacked you yet, you are in a very dangerous situation right now."

"If you listen to this old woman and go down the mountain immediately, there might still be a chance of survival..."

As the sorceress spoke, she suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Zhao Yi with a chilling gaze:

"The rain is heavy, and leaving will inevitably be a mess, but it's better than dying... isn't it?"

Zhao Yi was not frightened by the sorceress. He paced around the room, looking at the many strange talismans and props she had prepared, including a wooden fish used by monks.

"How come a sorceress like you has a wooden fish drum? Wasn't it left to you by the Redwood Master?"

"It seems Master Hongmu knew all along that these unreliable monks in the temple couldn't suppress the strange forces within him, which is why he deliberately sent you up the mountain?"

"Or perhaps..."

Before Zhao could finish speaking, the sorceress whispered:

"That's enough!"

She turned around and gave Zhao Yi a second look, from head to toe.

"Young man...who exactly are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Yi replied without hesitation:

"Just like you."

"I was also a savior invited by the monkey."

"Ah... I mean the reinforcements that Master Redwood brought."

The fortune teller lowered her head and continued packing, remaining silent.

You don't believe me?

"You're so smart, you must know that your words are full of flaws."

"really."

"So stop arguing with this old woman and hurry down the mountain... Tomorrow is your last chance."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi's expression turned serious, and he said:

"You're not confident you can seal it away?"

The sorceress paused her packing, then said gravely:

"If it were so easy to seal, why would Master Hongmu use his own golden statue as a medium?"

"Moreover, for someone of Master Hongmu's strength, even if his soul dies, his golden body can be preserved for thousands of years without decaying, which is not a problem at all. However, Master Hongmu has only been dead for a few days, and his body has already begun to decompose severely..."

"Clearly, Master Hongmu paid a great price to seal away this terrifying and bizarre creature during his lifetime, and even his death was inexplicably related to it..."

Zhao Yi squinted:

"You went to the main hall today and smelled that scent?"

The sorceress hesitated for a moment:

"That's right."

"Master Hongmu's golden body must have exhausted its power to seal away the ominous forces within it during its lifetime, and now it has become an ordinary corpse. The 300 candles lit in the main hall on a daily basis are to ensure the air is dry, and the power of the temple's Rebirth Sutra and the sound of the bells is used to ward off evil and prevent decay, thus ensuring that Master Hongmu's body remains intact..."

"But that night, a monk must have fallen asleep while keeping vigil and chanting sutras. The power of the Rebirth Sutra couldn't cover Master Hongmu's entire body, causing the corpse to become damp and the strange forces within it to resurface..."

Listening to the fortune teller's guess, Zhao Yi suddenly asked:

"Do you know who fell asleep while chanting scriptures?"

The fortune teller thought for a moment:

"The old woman asked the young monks who had been chanting the sutras earlier, and they said that Huipu had fallen asleep. At that time, a cold wind blew in from outside, extinguishing the candles. All the monks were busy shielding themselves from the wind and lighting candles, but Huipu didn't move."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi squeezed his thick, even eyebrows together.

"Huipu is asleep... his body is rotting, and strange things are coming back to life."

"No...no!"

"If that's the case... why weren't all the monks who tried to stop the strange resurgence killed, but Huipu was the one who died?"

"Shouldn't that monster hate the other monks who prevented its revival even more?"

"But it just so happened to kill the monk who had brought it back to life..."

He didn't say these words.

But the first death, Huipu, made Zhao Yi's thoughts become increasingly clear and precise.

Countless ideas were eliminated, leaving only the most likely one...

"Shaman, when are you making your move tomorrow?"

Zhao Yi suddenly spoke.

After a brief silence, the sorceress whispered:

"night."

"I'll drug the food to knock all the monks unconscious, then go to the main hall to find Master Hongmu's body...maybe that will lead me to a way to reseal or kill it!"

Zhao Yi pondered.

"It won't allow you to get close to Master Redwood's corpse... Just as you said, there must be a weakness in that corpse."

"If you go alone, you're almost certain to die."

The sorceress glanced at Zhao Yi:

"Young man, don't be so eager to try... that thing is terrifying!"

"Even if you're included, it would probably just mean another life lost."

Zhao Yi said:

"It has its eye on me. Although it hasn't made a move against me yet, it probably thinks I pose no threat to it, but that doesn't mean it will let me leave."

"Listen to me, maybe we still have a chance to solve it."

After speaking, Zhao glanced around to make sure there were no more sinister eyes watching, before continuing:

"Tomorrow night...you'll be like this..."

As the fortune teller listened to Zhao Yi's plan, her expression gradually became strange...

...

As I left the sorceress's room, a cold wind carrying a fine mist of rain rushed towards me.

But the previous murderous intent had vanished.

Zhao Yi returned to his room.

There were three people in the room tonight. The woman, because her boyfriend had died, was too scared to sleep alone and insisted on staying in Zhao Yi's room.

"Brother Zhao Yi, can I stay in your room for the night...? It's so soft and squishy when I hug you~"

"Yes, Benefactor Zhao, it's too dangerous for Benefactor Qiu Yu to stay alone next door. Perhaps..."

After the woman's sweet and coquettish words, Huijue also earnestly persuaded Zhao Yi.

Then Zhao kicked the two of them out of the house.

Huijue shook his head with a wistful expression, sighed, and said to the woman with regret:

"It seems that Benefactor Zhao has a rather volatile temper. It looks like this humble monk will be keeping Benefactor Qiu Yu company tonight."

The woman clung to Huijue's arm, her face flushed with shyness.

"master……"

Huijue's heart was about to melt:

"Why!"

woman:

"Master~"

Wisdom and Awareness:

"Why!!"

The two entered the house.

A night of wind and rain.

A few days later, the monk, disheveled, came to Zhao Yi's room and coughed a few times guiltily in front of Zhao Yi:

"Um... Benefactor Zhao, how did you rest last night?"

Zhao Yi raised his eyes and smiled: