Chapter 121 Xiawei Temple is mottled and sticky.
[Finally, we're no longer stuck in a fixed perspective! The Butter Flower Monk has successfully transformed into human form!]
[The little witch is so cute!!! How can she be so adorable! She's like a bouncy little animal! I really want to have one!]
[We've been in this illusion for almost a year now, and we can finally see what other places look like!]
Wow, that fierce-looking monk with the butter flower is so handsome!
What's he trying to do? Hmm, he seems to know the way? Oh, okay, not exactly know the way, but he knows the location but hasn't actually walked the route, just like me using my phone to navigate in an unfamiliar place, but he's much more efficient than me.
What is a cell phone?
[Holy crap?! He killed the Khenpo directly?! What a fierce palm strike!]
Yu Naixin was also startled by the butter-flower monk's palm strike.
In Yu Naixin's memory, the butter flower monk was very bad at fighting. Whenever he faced the headless stone demon head-on, he could barely hold his own near the Lotus Pond, his home ground. Otherwise, he was completely crushed by the headless stone demon.
Over time, Yu Naixin would subconsciously think that the butter flower monk belonged to the category of frail and scholarly monks.
However, after thinking about it for a moment, she could understand. The headless stone ghost's reckless attack method was one of the most powerful in its class of spiritual power, and its spiritual power was also several points higher than that of the butter flower monk.
The Butter Flower Monk is indeed not good at combat, but that is in comparison to the Headless Stone Ghost, who is a guest in the dungeon. If the opponent is replaced by an ordinary person with a mortal body and no spiritual power, such as the Khenpo of Nizhu Monastery, the Butter Flower Monk's moves will be extremely lethal.
Yu Naixin recalled that when she started her first simulation in "Xiawei Temple", the butter flower monk used palm techniques to fight against the headless stone ghost's charge.
After killing the Khenpo, the Butter Flower Monk showed no sign of stopping.
He quickly left the residence, which exuded an aura of money and wealth, and headed to the location of his next target.
The tall monk who once wielded a long whip against the overworked Xingchan soon lost his life under the palm of the butter sculpture monk.
During that year, the monks in charge of arranging Xingchan as the "material" for the sacrifice were all assassinated one by one by the butter flower monks.
The hands, face, and robes of the butter monks were covered in the blood of the dead.
Mottled and sticky.
The dark red monk's robe was soaked with blood, and the face of the butter monk was also covered with bloodstains, making it impossible to see the shape of his features.
Wisps of resentment emanated from the bodies of the dead, coldly coiling around the butter-flower monk.
So many Xingchans died in such a cruel way in front of the Butter Flower Monk, yet they did not harbor any resentment towards him, because they did not hate him.
But these monks, before they died, poured all their hatred into the butter flower monks.
The butter flower monk's speed was by no means slow, but he was not familiar with the layout of Nizhu Temple and its surroundings. Nizhu Temple also covered a large area, and many monks were alerted and reacted.
Many monks began to grab their weapons, intending to deal with the assassin who had appeared out of nowhere. However, when they saw the butter flower monk covered in blood, looking like a demon, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in fear and dared not go any further.
"...What is this thing?!"
"How could such a monster appear at the feet of Buddha?!"
"Where is Xingchan? Quickly, send those Xingchan monks in the temple to stop him!"
"Yes, yes, so what if Xingchan is dead? It's just the loss of a few tools. Let them handle it!"
The monks quickly came up with a good idea, throwing down their weapons for self-defense and letting a large number of Xingchan monks deal with the butter flower monks.
They gave Xingchan a death order: if he dared to desert, he would be sent directly to the dungeon.
As more and more monks surrounded Xingchan, the butter flower monk clenched his fists tightly.
He was angry.
In times of crisis, these monks still only send Xingchan and his disciples into danger, showing no regard for their lives as human lives!
The butter sculpture monk would not harm innocent people, nor would he allow these novice monks to attack him under the orders of the other monks.
If killing himself could bring happiness and liberation to these poor people, the butter-flower monk would not hesitate to sacrifice himself. But it is clear that even if he dies at the hands of these monks, it will not make any difference.
On the contrary, it is because I am still alive that I can continue to think of ways to save them.
The butter-flower monk looked around at his surroundings and decided to leave directly from Nizhu Temple.
With the blessing of spiritual power, no one could catch up with the butter flower monk. He flashed through the Nizhu Temple like a streak of blood before disappearing into the distant horizon.
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Yu Naixin had already experienced it firsthand. People with spiritual power have much lower needs for food and water. Of course, they can eat if they want to, but using spiritual power can meet their body's energy needs, which is much more convenient.
Yu Naixin estimated that the butter flower monk's spiritual power coefficient was around 30. Since he was originally an inorganic body like a butter flower, his energy requirements were very low. With this spiritual power, he could move freely on the plateau without carrying any supplies.
Yu Naixin followed the butter flower monk on his escape for a day and a night. She had no idea where she was. All around her were dry and sparse grass, and she rarely saw any animals or people.
The dark red figure of the butter-painted monk walked alone here, like a drop of stagnant blood from a deep-seated illness.
After cleaning the bloodstains from his robes and face, the butter-flower monk continued his journey without stopping.
He was searching for Xingchan, the only two who had successfully escaped from Nizhu Temple and had only lost one or two fingers and whose injuries were not serious.
Yes, of the ninety-nine Xingchan monks who received the best of the best help from the butter flower monks, not counting the first seven, only two Xingchan monks escaped afterwards.
As his spiritual power increased, the intelligence of the butter flower monk also increased accordingly. At this time, he already knew that if the wounds of the Xingchan monks were too severe and they did not receive timely treatment, they would suffer serious infections and could easily be devoured by disease and die.
The injuries sustained by these two Xingchans were relatively minor, and they escaped relatively recently, so it is possible that they survived.
Even if they were captured by the sect leaders of other territories like the previous seven Xingchan, they might not die so quickly.
The butter-flower monk wanted to find them and lead them... to escape this plateau completely!
He had realized that as long as he remained on this plateau, similar tragedies would never cease, and that he alone could not change the overall situation of the plateau.
But if we can get out of the plateau, there might be new hope.
Within the scope of the Butter Flower Monk's knowledge, he knew that there were many other different places outside the plateau, but what they looked like and what they contained were rather vague to him.
If one place doesn't work out, then try another.
The world is so vast, there's always a place to settle down and find peace.
Even if the butter flower monk can only save these two Xingchans for now, he can return to the plateau to save more people after finding a suitable place.
He is willing to dedicate his life to this.
Knowing that the monks would inevitably need to eat and drink, the butter flower monks began to try to recreate some of the foods they had seen before, such as tsampa, by using their own sculpting skills.
Even without any materials, the modern butter flower monks can still conjure up small pieces of food out of thin air. However, once these things are eaten, they are like swallowing air, providing no nourishment whatsoever.
To this end, the butter sculpture monk worked hard to improve his skills, learning to infuse these things with his own spiritual power so that they could provide nutrition to humans.
Yu Naixin learned the "cooking skills" of the butter flower monk she was familiar with during this time.
From initially shattering the entire object into powder upon injecting spiritual energy, to improving with each iteration, the butter flower monk's growth rate remained remarkably rapid under his own pressure.
During the journey, the butter-flower monk also heard about the follow-up news from Nizhu Temple.
The position of Khenpo was quickly filled by new senior monks, and other vacancies were also filled by newcomers.
The monk's revenge had no real impact on Nizhu Monastery.
This made the butter-flower monk realize even more deeply that he couldn't actually do much on his own.
He killed one batch of evil spirits, but a new batch of evil spirits kept coming up. He couldn't possibly kill them all by himself.
However, the butter flower monk's focus was no longer on these evil spirits; he was determined to find the two Xingchan monks and lead them to a place where they could settle down.
However, the last glimmer of hope of the butter flower monk was eventually extinguished.
Of the two Xingchans who successfully escaped from Nizhu Temple, one was killed and eaten by wolves on the way, while the other was captured by other sect leaders, repeating the same mistake.
The latter did not become a "material" for sacrifice. She was a woman with a slightly outstanding appearance, who was played with by that male sect leader until she bled to death.
Yu Naixin knew very well that the butter flower monk had gone mad when the seven escaped Xingchans died tragically.
However, he controlled himself very well, continued to think of ways to help the newcomer Xing Chan escape, and used this madness to try his best to improve his spiritual power.
But after so much time and so many lives lost, the monk's sanity became increasingly precarious.
Killing those few who deserved their fate at Nizhu Temple allowed the butter-flower monks to maintain their rationality for a little longer.
The deaths of these two Xingchans became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
This harsh reality tells the Butterfly Monk that none of the people he painstakingly tried to save were truly saved.
It even implicated more monks to fill the "vacancy" in the sacrifice.
The butter-flower monk finally went completely mad.
He stormed into the territory of the sect leader who had tormented and killed the woman Xingchan, and crushed the sect leader's head.
—Since the evil spirits can't be killed off completely, then kill as many as you can while they still have the ability to move!
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Author's Note: This illusion will end in the next chapter.
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