Lu Yibei gathered Spiritual Energy in her eyes, and as a burning sensation ca from her pupils, her vision suddenly blurred.
When her vision beca clear again, the familiar deep red flowing light filled the entire Chawan Temple.
It was much more intense than what she had seen on the street earlier!
As far as her eyes could see, it was as if the entire world was imrsed in a sea of blood.
Her gaze fell on the tall monk who had suddenly climbed to a high place and was shouting hoarsely. She saw that the monk's body was covered in dense, deep red “flesh” that squird on his skin, making him look like a blood gourd.
Imdiately after, past scenes reappeared.
The tall monk sat cross-legged, staring blankly at the sky, his eyes numb and vacant.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a young monk hurried over, crouched beside him, and asked with a worried expression, “Senior Brother, Senior Brother, there’s a problem. I can’t sense the existence of the miracle flower anymore.”
“How can that be?” The tall monk withdrew his gaze, looked at the young monk, and murmured, “The miracle flower is... the miracle flower is... is...”
“Where is it, Senior Brother?” The young monk asked, puzzled.
“It’s right there!” The tall monk raised his hand and pointed forward, a stiff smile appearing on his face, as if an invisible force was pulling at the corners of his mouth, which was unnerving.
Looking in the direction the tall monk pointed, an unsettling deep red quietly rose from the ground, like a plant breaking through the soil, and spread in all directions.
“There?” The young monk tilted his head. “But Senior Brother, there’s nothing there!”
“How can that be?” The tall monk stood up, walked behind the young monk, and gently grabbed both sides of his head, turning his head back towards the direction where the deep red was spreading. “Look closely!”
As he spoke, the unsettling deep red spread over, like a thick tentacle, with various strange, deford organs wrapped beneath it, dancing in front of the bewildered young monk. It condensed into clumps of dark red flesh that squird like maggots, slowly crawling into his eyes along his line of sight.
When the young monk’s eyes were filled with the deep red “maggots,” he also began to laugh, just like his Senior Brother.
“Heh, I see it, I see it, hehehe...”
Seeing this, Lu Yibei slowly closed her eyes and sighed silently.
She had originally intended to use the special ability of her eyes to check the location of the deep red flowing light, which symbolized the Shaman King’s power, within Chawan Temple, so she could carefully avoid it and also find a way to communicate with Hong Bian. She didn't expect to only see such a scene, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions...
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For Psychic with relatively fixed beliefs, having Spiritual Sense is not necessarily a good thing.
Lu Yibei had read similar statents in the si ye book a long ti ago, and now, the state of the monks in Chawan Temple perfectly validated this statent before her eyes.
This is actually easy to understand. Take Ju ng and her people in Taoyuan as an example.
Those people in Taoyuan, as “fanatical believers” of Ju ng, would form a subtle connection with Ju ng due to their strong faith. This connection allowed them to perceive Ju ng’s authority through their Spiritual Sense, better receiving the benefits that Ju ng’s authority brought them.
Many people who pray to gods seek this so-called divine protection and blessings.
If Ju ng’s authority had any problems, protection and blessings might turn into a vicious curse.
Even more extre is the situation where Ju ng falls into a deep sleep, and her authority can no longer respond to the beliefs of the people in Taoyuan.
In such a situation, if there was a urban legend with an authority similar or identical in origin to Ju ng’s authority, such as Cuan Yang, then it would sense the beliefs of the people in Taoyuan.
If it also harbored so malice and actively responded, the fate of the people in Taoyuan would be imaginable.
Among the overseas urban legend incident files collected by the Night Watch as reference data, many similar urban legend incidents were caused by “worshipping the wrong god” or by the corruption and degradation of the authority of the original worshipped deity.
The situation of these monks in Chawan Temple is similar.
They had always followed Hong Bian in their cultivation, consciously or unconsciously seeking the power of the miracle flower.
The five things symbolizing the power of the miracle flower also have strong duality: the beautiful side gave birth to Hong Bian’s authority, while the other side probably ford the basis of the Shaman King’s authority.
Money can be a symbol of abundance, but it can also corrupt benevolence and stir up disputes.
Weapons can protect peace in an area, but they can also cause slaughter and rivers of blood.
Wine can bring joy, but it can also disturb one's mind and amplify emotions.
Livestock and food, needless to say, when a person can't get °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° enough to eat and gradually goes mad under the tornt of hunger, they will “eat people”!
Therefore, when Hong Bian integrated everything into the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, unable to guide these monks correctly, and the Shaman King happened to want to take advantage of the void to invade the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, these monks beca the initial victims due to their Spiritual Sense’s perception of the miracle flower...
In fact, if a Calamity level urban legend whose authority was unrelated to the miracle flower tried to invade the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, these monks with Spiritual Sense would not only not be affected so quickly but would also be the ones to persevere until the end.
But now...
“This place can almost be considered one of the sources of pollution for the Shaman King’s invasion of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.” Listening to the dizzying shouts and seeing the entire process of the monks in Chawan Temple gradually falling into madness through the special ability of her eyes, Lu Yibei ca to this conclusion.
This distorted cognition and belief, influenced by the Shaman King, not only provides power for the Shaman King to escape but also in turn affects Hong Bian’s authority, thereby eroding the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
“Although I haven’t found a way to communicate with Hong Bian, if I can destroy this place, it should at least hinder the spread of the Shaman King’s power within the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, right?”
As she spoke, Lu Yibei briefly estimated the ti. About an hour and a half had passed since she left the Longxiang Army Camp, and she still had a little over two hours until the agreed ti with Soldier Chen Long to start acting in Daimu Courtyard.
“There should still be ti to do sothing here...”
Although spending ti here might be considered delaying serious matters, Lu Yibei couldn’t guarantee that she would find a way to communicate with Hong Bian within the limited ti, so...
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First, secure a baseline; any impact on the Shaman King's invasion is better than none.
While directly destroying the Shaman King's arrangents here would be difficult, with the Witch Seed's authority and the
Goddess Bei
authority, which can barely contend with the Shaman King, as support, it's quite easy to distort the perceptions of the monks in Chawan Temple.
It's like Chatterbox Girl distorted everyone's perception of the Code F Monster into a Pink Fluffy Rabbit...
What's wrong with the minimalist youth version?
Even a fly's leg is at!
Thinking this, Lu Yibei subtly activated both her charm ability and the authority of “Goddess Bei,” spreading them in all directions to envelop all the monks in Chawan Temple.
Ordinary people within the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate might not be able to withstand the influence of this power, but the monks of Chawan Temple are Psychic, so there is no need to worry about their endurance.
Even if they couldn't endure it and experienced minor physical issues, it probably wouldn't be worse than their current state...
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“What is the use of money?” After a cycle of questions and answers, the tall monk once again shouted out this question.
“It devours conscience and severs benevolence.” The sa answer rang out again, but this ti, there seed to be a slight hesitation, noticeably slower by a few seconds than before.
The monk felt an inexplicable surge of heat.
In a trance, as if hallucinating, he felt himself in a desert covered by scorching sun. The high temperature and dryness quickly drained the moisture from his body, every cell screaming for water. The instinctual craving for water, in that instant, overwheld all other thoughts.
Just then, a tea stall suddenly appeared before him. He rushed forward like a madman, and with his dry, cracked lips, he let out a hoarse growl at the owner, “Water! Give water quickly!”
The owner looked over expressionlessly and said to him eerily, “Pay up!”
Watching the monks in Chawan Temple, their faces subtly contorted in pain under the tornt of the illusion, Lu Yibei pouted.
See? It's simply too easy!
Even if the Shaman King's authority influenced their consciousness, making them brutal and belligerent, it couldn't completely strip them of their most primitive instincts, could it?
As long as they are creatures on this Earth and haven't turned into so strange urban legend, they cannot possibly not need water! Lu Yibei thought with a hint of triumph.
“What is the use of weapons?”
“They only increase slaughter and promote violence...”
Along with this question and answer, illusions once again appeared before the monks’ eyes.
Sharp weapons suddenly appeared in their hands, and they chopped at the tea stall’s table with a clang, seemingly trying to threaten the tea stall owner in this way, forcing him to hand over water.
However, the tea stall owner paid no mind to this, rely saying in a sarcastic tone, “No money, but you want to exchange this for water to drink? It’s not impossible!”
With that, the owner reached out and took their weapons.
“...”
“Food and livestock? Can also be exchanged, all can be exchanged!”
“...”
“Wine? Since there’s wine, why not use it to quench your thirst?”
Half an hour later.
Under Lu Yibei’s influence, the monks of Chawan Temple went through more than ten more rounds of the sa questions and answers, and then...
It was as if a strange suffix had been added to a filena, thereby changing the file's properties; their thoughts finally went awry.
What is the use of money? It devours conscience and severs benevolence, but... it can buy water when necessary!
What is the use of weapons? They only increase slaughter and promote violence, but... they can be exchanged for water when necessary!
What is the use of fine wine? It is a deadly poison that harms the body, but... it can quench thirst when necessary!
Aside from the distortions the Shaman King had planted in their minds, at this mont, only one thought remained in their heads—water!
Lu Yibei admired her handiwork from the side, nodding in satisfaction.
Pollution source destruction plan, successful!
Although the Shaman King’s influence on these monks was not completely eradicated, these monks could no longer provide power for the Shaman King to invade the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
Even the deep red “maggots” on the monks’ bodies, unable to absorb the Spiritual Energy they needed, began to squirm with a hint of bewildernt.
“However, I need to hurry now...” Lu Yibei muttered to herself, gathering Spiritual Energy in her eyes again, and ticulously searched Chawan Temple using the special ability of her eyes.
A mont later.
As the deep red flowing light in her vision gradually dissipated, like a river whose source had been cut off and was slowly drying up, she finally saw what she wanted to see—the departing figure of Hong Bian.
“It’s done!” Lu Yibei’s eyes lit up, and she quickly followed.
As long as she found Hong Bian’s final destination, she should be able to find a way to communicate with him, right? Lu Yibei thought.
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