Chapter 120 The monks of Xiawei Temple finally raised their butcher knives.
Sigh... I don't know what else to say but sigh.
[Heartbeat 1000% is never short of tragedies, but it's rare to see a tragedy this extreme...]
This is utterly and helpless...
I feel so suffocated.
After becoming a "spectator," I thought I would never feel sad again because of other people's suffering, but the content of this special memory illusion was just too cruel! I not only felt sad, but also angry! These perpetrators deserve to die a horrible death!!
It's rare to see such a unified expression of sorrow in the comments...
Because it's just so, so tragic...
[Having watched the whole thing, I only have one question: After the monks of this temple skinned the Xingchan people, did they specifically wrap the skin around their own bodies to avoid revealing their own filthy, monstrous true nature?]
At the beginning of the illusion, the old monk's crippled hands and the two women who died at the beginning, Xingchan, were just ordinary things in the eyes of the viewers in the live broadcast room.
They had seen countless similar scenes on "Heartbeat 1000%".
But as time went on, the ever-increasing number of deaths, the increasingly cruel and tragic endings, and the ever-more helpless predicaments shrouded the tragic shadow layer by layer, turning it into an impenetrable, sunless darkness.
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For a long time afterward, this kind of day repeated itself.
The timing of the sacrificial ceremonies at Nizhu Temple is indeed irregular, ranging from once every three to five days to almost once a month.
It all depends on the Khenpo's mood.
The number of Xingchan offerings did not continue to increase in an arithmetic sequence. Even though Xingchan were not valuable in Nizhu Temple, they were not abundant enough to be squandered. After all, the population of the plateau was not dense, and the manpower needed for production and labor was undertaken by the Xingchan. Losing too much would affect the interests of their leader.
The number of monks required for a sacrificial ceremony varies from two to six, and there is no fixed rule. According to Yu Naixin's observation, it probably depends on the mood of the monk in charge.
The monk who was in charge of selecting the "materials" for Xingchan at the beginning has disappeared without a trace. The monk in charge was changed twice afterward. Yu Naixin saw them a few more times at Nizhu Temple.
Under their leadership, there were almost no more instances of Xingchan escaping from the main hall.
The butter flower monk never gave up. Whenever Xingchan was forcibly dragged into the Buddha Hall for three hours of so-called "cleaning," he would lend a helping hand and try his best to help them escape.
By this time, the butter-flower monks were well aware that even if the Xingchan monks escaped, they might not survive, but if they stayed at Nizhu Monastery, they would certainly die in an extremely tragic way.
As the butter sculpture monks repeatedly used their fingers to create substitutes for the Zen masters, their skills grew at an astonishing rate.
He desperately wanted to save these Xingchans and to spare them from suffering, so that they wouldn't bleed too much from providing their fingers.
In the end, the butter flower monks were able to create lifelike substitutes that were indistinguishable from real people using only one finger.
However, with the strengthened defenses of Nizhu Temple, it was extremely difficult for the monks to break through the encirclement with just the power of the butter flower monks.
The vast majority of Xingchans would be caught on the spot, and the few who escaped would be caught again in a very short time. Only by very chance and coincidence could one lucky person escape from Nizhu Temple, a den of demons shaped like a temple.
All Xingchans who fail to escape will face terrifying punishments that will make people tremble with fear.
The pungent smell of blood would occasionally permeate the entire Nizhu Temple. Gradually, even after more than twenty days without any sacrificial ceremonies, the lingering smell of rust could still be detected within the temple.
Midway through, Yu Naixin overheard the monks chatting and mentioning that the old monk who created the butter sculptures had passed away.
The old monk passed away peacefully in his sleep, smiling. Like countless ordinary people on this plateau, he firmly believed that he would go to the Western Paradise after death and no longer suffer the same torment as he had in his previous life.
Every Xingchan who came to his feet, weeping and kneeling in worship, the butter flower monk would carefully remember their appearance, their voice, and... their total number.
Things that can generate spiritual power at birth possess extraordinary wisdom from the outset; otherwise, the butter flower monk wouldn't have tried so hard to rescue others even when he couldn't speak fluently.
In the ledger deep in the heart of the butter-flower monk, the number of Xingchan (a type of monk) selected as sacrificial "materials" in Nizhu Monastery is increasing one after another.
From two, to four, to seven, then to eight, thirteen...
Ultimately, the number reached ninety-nine.
The seasons have changed on the plateau, from the first winter to the second autumn.
[My goodness, this is the first time I've ever watched such a long live stream...it's terrifying!]
The flow of time in this illusion is almost identical to that in reality; days when nothing happens don't fast-forward or skip ahead!
[Let me think... it seems that the time spent in the initial few rituals was all real, which is why some viewers mentioned it in the chat. Fortunately, the time flow in the illusion is proportional to the flow of a regular dungeon. Once you enter the live stream, it will time according to the illusion's time; if you leave the live stream midway, it will revert to the normal time.]
[Yes, for example, you enter a live stream and watch for a full 24 hours, but when you exit, only 24 seconds have passed in the outside world. However, when you enter the live stream again after another 24 seconds, the time inside the live stream won't wait for you; it will automatically start playing from the next day in the illusion.]
[If it weren't for this, this live stream wouldn't have so many viewers. How many viewers would be willing to watch such a limited-viewpoint, boring, repetitive, and depressing live stream for months on end?]
[Laughing so hard, I've left this stream several times to watch other streams, but I'm still a little curious if anything special will happen in this one, so I'll check back every now and then, only to find it's pretty much the same as before, and then I'll leave again.]
For nearly a year, the body of the butter sculpture monk has been placed at the feet of the main Buddha statue in the main hall of Nizhu Temple. Although many sacrifices have been held, the skill level of the butter sculpture monk's body means that it will not be replaced casually, since there are no more old monks who can make butter sculptures of this level.
The new offerings were placed on the outer edge by the monks, and over time, the butter sculpture monks were pushed further and further in.
The figure of the butter sculpture monk gradually disappeared into the numerous offerings.
The time flow that Yu Naixin experienced in this special memory illusion was also completely real. She had plenty of time to do nothing but look at the bullet comments on the system screen and carefully observe everything she could see.
For example, among all the offerings that were added to the Buddha Hall, there was no other one who had awakened to spiritual wisdom like the monk who made butter sculptures.
Yu Naixin had thought many times about how she would respond if the butter flower monk was reported by the Xingchan monks who failed to escape. After all, judging from the outcome, the butter flower monk was the winner who survived to the end, so he would definitely be able to get through this.
However, to Yu Naixin's surprise, none of the ninety-nine Xingchan monks revealed the truth about the butter flower monks.
Even though the monks of Nizhu Temple interrogated them quite a bit.
Even if they have to suffer inhumane torture.
All the monks of Xingchan Temple kept silent about the "Living Buddha" who had given them help and hope, the butter flower monk.
They really have no culture; they can't even count numbers greater than ten.
But they knew how to be grateful, and they also knew that such a small "living Buddha" might encounter some unpleasant things under the wrath of the monks of Nizhu Monastery.
Xingchan and his followers knew all too well the character of these people.
Yu Naixin: "..."
Yu Naixin couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.
The so-called humblest and most insignificant monks on this plateau are silently performing such a great feat.
It was precisely because of this that the monk's guilt and hatred were so intense that they were beyond measure.
He used every means at his disposal, working tirelessly day and night to desperately improve his spiritual power, striving to become stronger and stronger.
When the grasslands outside Nizhu Monastery turned yellow and withered, the butter monk finally increased his spiritual power to a sufficient level, gaining the ability to move freely.
He pushed aside the layers of offerings in front of him, jumped off the altar, and instantly transformed into the body of a normal adult man.
Seeing this tall, elegant, fair-faced, and red-lipped yak butter flower monk again after so long, Yu Naixin truly felt as if she had been transported to another world.
At this moment, the butter-flower monk was not as gentle and compassionate as Yu Naixin had been when she first met him. His eyes and brows were filled with almost tangible anger and coldness. He stood in the hall with his right hand raised in front of his chest, exuding a murderous aura.
Like a demon that has just crawled out of hell, coming to claim lives in the human world.
In fact, the butter flower monks did just that.
Since helping Xingchan and the others escape won't solve anything, let's kill all the butchers who caused the problem!
He strode out of the Buddhist temple and into the courtyard he had been observing for hundreds of days and nights. Based on the information he had gleaned and gleaned from the monks' fragmented conversations, he easily found the person he wanted to take his life.
Yu Naixin's spirit was bound to the body of the Butter Flower Monk and followed him to the new location. However, the size of Yu Naixin's spirit did not change. She was not as tall as the Butter Flower Monk to begin with, and now she became a tiny little person.
Yu Naixin simply lay her entire spirit on top of the butter flower's head.
The obese Khenpo, the highest authority of Nizhu Monastery, was struck on the left side of his chest by a butter-paw monk, and his entire heart was pierced through.
Khenpo's eyes widened, blood gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed in his home, which was even more magnificent than a Buddhist temple.
The monk's hand seal was covered in thick, scarlet blood.
The monks who were created to be worshipped as gods and Buddhas, and who were kowtowed to by countless monks and regarded as "living Buddhas," eventually raised their butcher knives.
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