Chapter 95 Xiawei Temple When you held me in your arms, it wasn't like this...
The priest's constant calling with his folding fan did have an effect.
This also suggests that while the anesthetic ingredients in the vegetarian meals used by the butter-making monks may seem potent, their actual effects are not as strong as claimed.
It's already much better than the worst-case scenario Yu Naixin had previously imagined.
After regaining consciousness, Yu Naixin immediately asked the priestess with the folding fan what had happened during her unconsciousness and what the exact time was.
The priest, knowing his master's needs, immediately reported them clearly in the most concise language possible.
Just as Yu Naixin was exchanging words with the priest with the folding fan, the butter flower monk had already completed his worship of the Buddha statue in the center of the lotus pond.
Then, his gaze returned to Yu Naixin.
Yu Naixin's acting skills were already impeccable, and with the deep night as a cover, the butter monk didn't notice anything wrong with the "offering" she brought to the backyard from beginning to end.
He walked to Yu Naixin's side, squatted down again, and gazed at the motionless Yu Naixin with his eyes that seemed to contain a hint of pity. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Why does this male guest always put on this act whenever he's about to lay a hand on a female guest? It's like he genuinely pities and cares for her. They're already guest stars, what's the point of this pretense?
[He's a monk, after all; maybe he's gotten used to wearing a mask of feigned compassion.]
[Has the little witch not woken up yet?! I'm a little worried. What if the folding fan and the puppy can't get through the screen and follow me?!]
[The butter-flower monk is probably about to start implementing his hunting conditions; I wonder what they will be.]
[If there's an element of butter sculptures... I guess it'll be related to the female guest's hands.]
The viewers in the live chat guessed correctly.
The butter-flower monk extended his right hand and grasped Yu Naixin's hand, which was resting flat at her side.
Just like what the butter monk did to Yu Naixin after she chose her favorite male guest.
However, back then, the butter flower monk gently held Yu Naixin's hand and led the way, but now the butter flower monk was—
He circled Yu Naixin's little finger with his thumb and forefinger, and the icy temperature traveled through the butter-flower monk's skin, continuing to decrease.
Yu Naixin understood the intention of the butter flower monk.
He wanted to freeze her finger completely until it fell off.
The hunting conditions for each guest in the instance are more or less related to their personal characteristics.
The process of making "butter sculptures" involves manually operating the sculptures with one's fingers at low temperatures. It is common for the maker's fingers to become frostbitten or damaged, which is perfectly consistent with the description.
Yu Naixin could feel that after the butter monk's two fingers bound her little finger, her entire arm became even more numb, almost without any sensation.
If Yu Naixin hadn't possessed extraordinary sensory abilities, she reckoned she wouldn't have been able to resist at all, and wouldn't even have been able to feel the unusually low temperature.
Moreover, Yu Naixin made a new discovery.
The difference in the water she noticed in the vegetarian noodle soup during dinner has now been identified.
It's the lotus pond water surrounding the platform where she's lying.
Bodhi tree leaves and lotus pond water form the ingredients that yak butter sculptures add to the vegetarian meals.
[What is the male guest doing? Can you give me some light so I can see him clearly?!]
[Oh my god, I can't see the others very clearly, but the expression on the butter monk's face is so tragic. I'm starting to waver. Is he really unwilling to lay a hand on the female guest?]
Indeed, it's perfectly fine to be unwilling but still keep your hands busy.
[It looks like he's...cutting off the female guest's pinky finger?!]
[They're really after the Great Demon King... Knowing his temper, he wouldn't let the dungeon guests mess with him like this.]
The live stream chat predicted it correctly once again.
Just as the heat from the butter monk's hands was about to injure Yu Naixin's little finger, he suddenly saw bright red blood flowing from between their fingers.
The butter-flower monk was taken aback, his first thought being that he had accidentally injured Yu Naixin's hand.
But he soon discovered that the blood was not Yu Naixin's, but his own.
The cooling effect on the hands of the butter sculpture monk was only localized to a very small area. The temperature in the nearby temple was still the normal temperature of a summer night. Moreover, even though it was a small area of cooling, it hadn't dropped too low yet, and the blood wouldn't coagulate as a result.
Thick blood quickly flowed all over the butter monk's hands. He hesitated for a moment before taking his hand from Yu Naixin's and bringing it to his eyes. Only then did he realize that his own little finger had been completely severed off.
The break is flush with the palm and very smooth.
Yu Naixin remained lying on the ground, except that a fruit knife was now in her hand, which had just been "taken care of" by the butter monk.
This was bought by Yu Naixin when she was writing "Cocoon Village".
The design was ordinary, and the fruit knife, used in daily life, was not very noticeable. After taking it out of the props bar on the system screen, Yu Naixin positioned it next to the little finger of the butter flower monk, and then used her spiritual power to leave her body and twist it into a thread to perform micro-management on the fruit knife.
Thus, it was possible to silently cut off the little finger of the butter flower monk when he was not paying attention and was clearly preoccupied with other things.
Yu Naixin has always liked to give someone a taste of their own medicine.
Since the butter-flower monk wanted his little finger, he could repay him with the same finger.
[!! The little witch has indeed made her move!]
[Holy crap, when did the female guest wake up?! Or was she just faking it and never actually fell for the trick?!]
[That knife-wielding technique was so cool! Fast, ruthless, and precise! It would be even better if the screen brightness were a bit higher so people could see it more clearly! Sigh, this is the first time this instance has been opened, and the amount of fog is too high. It's okay during the day, but at night it severely obstructs the light!]
[I really want some light too. Why is there only incense on the altar and no candles? Even just one candle would make a huge difference!]
This fruit knife was, after all, just an ordinary item bought from the system's regular store. The fact that it could withstand the manipulation of the spiritual energy threads was already a testament to Yu Naixin's superb skills.
After completing one mission, it could no longer hold on and shattered into several pieces in Yu Naixin's hands. Then it aged as if it were rusting and eventually disappeared completely.
However, neither of the two people present gave it much of a look.
Yu Naixin opened her eyes, met the eyes of the butter flower monk, and revealed a very sweet smile: "In the dead of night, Master, you have quite the refined taste, not hesitating to bewitch a weak woman like me, just to be so close to me, a man and a woman all alone."
Raising her hand, now free of the fruit knife, Yu Naixin pointed her index finger at the Buddha statue above and to her side: "So, the Buddha of your temple likes to look at these things?"
[Damn, how come the female guest completely twisted the story of the butter monk setting hunting conditions?!]
I absolutely love the little witch's innocent yet sarcastic expression! Hahahaha!
[Thinking about it carefully, she wasn't wrong. The male guest did drug her and then got so close to her alone, even deliberately taking her to the foot of a Buddha statue!]
[This is hilarious! This is the first time I've ever seen a live version of "There are gods three feet above your head"! Hahahaha!]
Butter Flower Monk: "..."
Silently looking up at the Buddha statue shrouded in thick fog, the butter-flower monk was clearly speechless.
Yu Naixin sat up softly from the ground, supporting herself with her hands, her face full of resentment: "What a waste of such a beautiful day! How can I bear this? If Master wants to meet me in secret tonight, why not just say so? Why resort to such torturous methods?"
[Oh my god, the female guest's coquettish complaining voice is absolutely amazing! It's so sweet, charming, and a little seductive; it makes my bones melt!]
This scene really looks like a powerful female demon seducing a monk... Who is the real guest in this dungeon?!
Wow, it feels like ages since I've heard the little witch's whimsical renditions of classical Chinese poems!
[She only didn't mention it in the last episode's dungeon show. The "Swan Castle" dungeon is so difficult, with its mutation and fusion mechanics, that you have to race against time and not waste a single second. Besides, with a Western fantasy setting, no one would understand that kind of stuff!]
The butter-flower monk blushed at Yu Naixin's words and couldn't help but take a step back, trying to create some distance between himself and Yu Naixin: "Benefactor Yu!...You mustn't!"
However, Yu Naixin did not let him off the hook. She leaned her upper body towards the butter monk, leaving less than ten centimeters between their faces.
Yu Naixin's right hand also silently grasped the robe of the butter sculpture monk, her movements light and soft, and continued upwards: "Master, do you realize now that it's inappropriate? You didn't say that when you held me in your arms..."
As Yu Naixin's fingers were about to touch his Adam's apple, the butter monk's Adam's apple bobbed violently. Unable to hold on any longer, he stood up abruptly from the ground.
The monk, dressed in butter sculptures, stood ramrod straight, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, his eyes tightly closed, and he repeatedly chanted "Amitabha."
The severed tip of his right little finger was still bleeding profusely, staining not only the hands of the butter flower monk red but also dark marks on his robe.
A blood-covered monk chants devoutly beneath a Buddha statue in the darkness of night, creating a scene that is both eerie and solemn.
Yu Naixin looked up at the butter sculpture monk, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Yu Naixin originally thought that the male guest, whose body was made of butter sculptures, would not have blood in the ordinary sense. Unexpectedly, he had so much blood that looked no different from that of an ordinary person.
Moreover, ever since her little finger was cut off, the butter monk has not shown the slightest sign of the wound, neither pain nor anger.
It was as if he hadn't lost a whole finger, but rather a single hair.
Yu Naixin couldn't sense any negative emotions directed at her from the butter monk.
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