There was a small temple on the mountain, but it was magnificently built. The pillars and eaves were gilded and inlaid with gemstones. The Buddha statues and incense burners inside were also made of pure gold. I don’t know where the aroma of roasted meat and brewed wine was coming from.
Standing outside, Song Ruier saw this scene and thought to herself with a hint of sarcasm, "It is said that monks cultivate their minds and character, and will not be troubled by money and other material possessions, let alone eat meat. But this monk lives a life of extravagance and debauchery, completely disregarding the precepts, relying on those unorthodox methods."
There was only one young monk in the temple, responsible for sweeping and cleaning. When he saw someone arrive, he put his hands together in a gesture of respect and said, "Please wait a moment, guest. I will go and inform the abbot." Then he went to the back hall.
Song Ruier observed her surroundings and noticed that the temple seemed to be shrouded in an evil aura, with a faint black mist permeating the air. Even the towering trees were perched on by black crows and vultures, which occasionally cawed, giving off a sense of unease that went straight to the top of her head.
Song Ruier then looked at the gods and Buddhas enshrined in the main hall. Unlike those in other temples, these gods and Buddhas did not have solemn and dignified appearances, with kind and benevolent faces. Their faces all had a hint of ferocity, with a sinister look hidden between their brows and eyes. Even their postures and movements had become distorted and strange.
Most people, faced with this situation, would only feel fear and want to flee as quickly as possible.
But Song Ruier felt an inexplicable comfort in this environment, as if it perfectly matched his state of mind.
This world is inherently hypocritical; everyone is vying for fame and fortune, racking their brains to climb the social ladder. Where is true kindness and righteousness? This is the true face of gods and Buddhas; this is the real reality.
A little while later, the little monk came back.
"Guest, please come in, Abbot." With that, he led Song Ruier to the main hall in the back.
The monk was about fifty years old, dressed in a dark blue robe, sitting upright at a table with a deathly expression.
The table was crisscrossed with strange and intricate patterns, some of which seemed to be filled with blood, so red that it was shocking and gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
On the table was a large wooden box with a small hole at the top. A rustling sound came from inside, quite loud, as if something was fighting. A fishy smell occasionally seeped out from the small hole.
The monk stared at the wooden box for a long time without moving. When the commotion inside the box began to subside, he picked up the incense and burned it into the hole. The commotion inside then began to rise again.
The monk stroked his beard and chuckled.
“Young man, look at these poisonous insects. You might think they’re exhausted, but they actually have even greater potential. If you just unleash it, they can fight for even longer.”
Song Ruier seemed to be deep in thought.
"The master is saying that people are the same."
The monk laughed again: "You came to me because you can't fight anymore, you can't do anything about the person you hate the most."
"I am not as cunning and despicable as her."
The monk glanced at Song Ruier and said frankly, "You are both cunning, but when it comes to being despicable, she is no match for you."
Song Ruier choked and glared at the monk, but the monk just looked at her calmly, his eyes subtly revealing a sense of intimidation. Song Ruier lowered her eyelids.
"So what if it's despicable? Who doesn't act despicably when they want to gain a foothold in this world and become a superior person?" Song Ruier sneered.
"Since I have come to ask the master for help, it means that I will do whatever it takes to deal with Qiao Lian'er."
The monk nodded: "You can't use conventional methods on people like this, or you'll only suffer. Go back and prepare two things, and I guarantee that this time, the Qiao family will be severely damaged."
"The first item is two hundred thousand taels of silver, and the second item is the birth dates and times of the Qiao family members, mainly Qiao Lian'er's."
"Two hundred thousand taels of silver." Song Ruier almost jumped up.
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