Mingzhuo felt that this was really enough. It was like this person choosing the wrong major in college, walking down the same path for decades, and then suddenly saying that he didn't like it.
Seeing that the abbot was about to jump into the well, everyone's expression changed and they wanted to rush forward to rescue him.
Mingzhuo didn't move, but instead stopped Yuanhui, saying, "It's alright, let him soak in the well to clear his head."
The well water is fine; it even contains spiritual energy.
This well, as the core of the formation, has the effect of gathering spiritual energy, which is why the well water is so sweet and delicious.
Once the scriptures are destroyed and the well is contaminated with blood, the feng shui arrangement that gathers spiritual energy will turn into one that gathers yin energy, becoming extremely inauspicious.
The abbot stepped into the well, not because he was contemplating suicide, but because he wanted to continue the ritual and summon the whirlpool again.
However, even after he had been soaking in the icy well water for a long time, and his mouth was almost dry from chanting scriptures, there was still no movement at the bottom of the well.
Mingzhuo peered inside at the abbot, who was shivering from the cold: "Your god has already run away. It doesn't have the guts to come out, understand? If you understand, then come up obediently."
The abbot stubbornly swam around in the well again, but the long-running ritual had no effect. Finally, a monk who couldn't bear to watch any longer put down the bucket he was using to draw water and pulled him up.
Mingzhuo was so bored that he even found a few pieces of watermelon, sat on a chair, and ate them, and generously offered to share them with everyone.
Everyone else was embarrassed, but Pei Di was completely uninhibited. Since there was no chair, he simply sat on the ground and ate watermelon juice all over his face.
Seeing the abbot's face turn pale from the cold, he couldn't help but sigh, "See? It's important to choose the right leader! Even if you're going to choose a leader, you have to find someone powerful. What were those guys before? They were cowards, hiding their heads and tails, and they wouldn't even dare to fight..."
Gu Xu: "..."
Does he have some misunderstanding about what's in the vortex?
The abbot was embarrassed and ashamed, and anger welled up inside him: "I'm already like this, and you still want to humiliate me?"
Pei Di scratched his head, unable to quite grasp the source of his anger: "You jumped into the well yourself, I didn't push you, what does it have to do with me?"
The abbot rolled his eyes and fainted from anger. He was eventually taken away and detained by several disciples.
This matter is of great importance, and the handling of the abbot's fate requires the intervention of Buddhist authorities.
Wu Nian and Yuan Hui were sent by the Buddhist sect to provide support. Unable to bear seeing the abbot continue like this, the two discussed it and decided to remove the sources of pollution for the abbot.
Mingzhuo didn't meddle in other people's business, nor did he reveal that he could absorb resentment, and went back to sleep.
When Wu Nian and Yuan Hui woke up the next day, they had just finished talking.
The two were exhausted after a long night, their magical powers almost completely depleted.
Mingzhuo took a look and found that the effect was just so-so.
The abbot had regained his senses and was no longer as erratic as he had been the night before, but he showed no remorse whatsoever.
"You don't need to waste your energy. I know what I'm doing." The abbot, holding his prayer beads, slowly closed his eyes, refusing to communicate.
He did not regret what he had done, nor did he regret almost killing his disciples.
The only regret is that I was careless with Mingzhuo; I should have found an opportunity to get rid of her when she first arrived.
However, even though he failed, Mingzhuo might not have a good ending.
He knew all too well what dangers lurked in that underground river.
The sword in Mingzhuo's hand was indeed powerful; wherever it pointed, nothing could be defeated. But so what?
She could kill the human-faced water monsters in the dark river, but she didn't know that what was truly terrifying were those black resentments, which were immortal, indestructible, and could not be dispelled. How could a mortal body withstand them?
The abbot fiddled with his prayer beads, a slight smile on his face. Soon, he would have many more new companions.
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The abbot's situation was more serious than Wu Nian had imagined.
He couldn't understand why someone who was devoted to Buddhism could one day degenerate into a demon in human skin.
Yuan Hui, on the other hand, was much more open-minded. They had already done their best, and if things were still not satisfactory, they could at least have a clear conscience.
In this incident, apart from the Tibetan monk who had half his body cut off by Mingzhuo, who was the most seriously injured, a junior disciple who served the abbot was also killed. The injuries of the others were all stable.
This is already a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune; otherwise, the temple would probably have been awash in blood by now.
Yuan Hui thanked Ming Zhuo profusely. Even monks know how to be flexible and actually applied for funds for Ming Zhuo.
"Please don't find it offensive, Master Ruan." Yuan Hui knew Ming Zhuo's market value; they were all recording a program together, and it wasn't cheap to hire Ming Zhuo these days.
Mingzhuo didn't mind: "I've recently become very interested in Buddhism, so I'm just trying to make a good connection. Master Wunian, when are you giving a lecture? I'd like to come to your Qingmen Temple to listen to your lecture."
Wu Nian thought she was just saying it casually last time, but she didn't expect Ming Zhuo to bring it up again, clearly showing great interest.
“Master Ruan, if you wish to hear my teachings, I am ready to listen at any time.”
Mingzhuo left satisfied.
Upon returning to Yunwu City, Mingzhuo fell asleep immediately. When he woke up, it was already afternoon, which happened to be the seventh day after Liu Manling's death.
The weather has been bad these past few days, with continuous rain and a stuffy, humid atmosphere.
Wu Jiao called to inquire about the situation at Lingquan Temple. After all, Mingzhuo was still a teacher of the Xuanmen sect, and the Buddhist sect had been of great help in sending people to the mass grave. He definitely needed to inform the Xuanmen sect.
Mingzhuo briefly explained the situation. Wu Jiao already knew about the abbot's affairs and was deeply saddened.
“Even highly accomplished monks who have cultivated for over fifty years can’t withstand the pollution of resentment. Teacher Ruan, you are still young, so please be careful not to get involved with those resentful thoughts!” Wu Jiao cautioned.
He feared that Mingzhuo might underestimate his enemy and fall into the trap set by those resentful people.
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