Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Before this, this force had been...
Before, this power had never been triggered, and Bai Tianming thought that this power had disappeared or was no longer moving. After all, he had encountered other humans and priests before, and nothing like this had happened.
But now it seems that this power is still there, but the conditions were not met before, so it has been dormant.
Bai Tianming looked at Boaz in front of him, who was completely unable to stand, with a complicated expression.
Boaz was in so much pain that he could no longer maintain his mental stability. He simply lay on the ground. In a daze, he looked at Bai Tianming and thought of many years ago, or maybe just a few days ago. He couldn't remember the time, but it was something that happened before today.
It was a rainy day. He stood in front of the wet temple steps with an umbrella, waiting for the door to open. The wind blew past him twice, the clouds passed over his head three times, and then the door opened from the inside.
The people inside said to him, "Go in, the priest is waiting for you." The priest of this temple is the master of all temples. He is the undisputed master until the real master, Bai Tianming in the scriptures, returns.
No one thought that Bai Tianming could come back, except himself.
He had the right to the entire temple, he thought so, no one could interfere with him, he didn't want to hear others call his name, in fact, most people were not qualified to call his name.
So everyone calls him the priest. He is the only priest in this temple. The others are servants, servants serving God, servants serving the priest, servants serving the temple, that’s all.
He walked in and put away his umbrella. The servant took the wet umbrella from his hand. He realized that the umbrella he was holding today was a pure red umbrella. The rain poured down from the umbrella cover, like colorless blood, dripping onto the ground.
The floor was wet from the rain and the soles of his shoes.
He stood at the door for a while, looking a little embarrassed, but there was no expression on his face. He just looked at the ground, which was so magnificent that it could almost reflect his shadow.
He could see the reflection of his own distorted face on the clean floor, and he wondered vaguely when he would be able to go in.
A servant came over and handed him a clean handkerchief with both hands. He wiped his face and hair. Another servant came over and led him to the dressing room next door.
He was washed all over and changed his clothes before being led out. The corridor was very quiet. There was no one else in the corridor except him and the servant who led the way.
The servant walked forward without breathing, with his head down, without making any sound. Even the sound of his footsteps was so light that it could not be heard unless one listened carefully.
As he walked, he thought: The people are weird, the place is weird, I wonder if the priest I'm going to meet is also weird?
The servant suddenly stopped, and he almost thought that someone on the other side could hear what he was thinking, but that was impossible. The servant opened a door, let him in, and said to him, "The priest is inside."
He walked in and found the priest there.
The priest was a man dressed in black with a pale face. He stood on the shiny floor, as if he was standing next to a pool of clear water, as if he would jump in at any time. He was thin, had a strange temperament, and was surrounded by the breath of death.
The priest's face was expressionless. When he saw him approaching, he simply looked him over and said to him in a tone that was completely flat: "You have been chosen to be the successor. Do you have any objection?"
He shook his head.
A hint of a sneer seemed to flash across the priest's face, but the next second he returned to an expressionless expression, like a pool of stagnant water that had been rippled by a stone. Once the stone was dropped, the stagnant water remained dead and dark. "To become the successor, you must leave a mark on your soul that you cannot shake for the rest of your life. Are you willing?"
"I do!" he replied, nodding.
He felt like he had no real choice. He had already come this far, so how could he regret it? Furthermore, he had finally gotten here, so why would he regret it? He had thought everything through long before he even arrived.
Now it's just confirmation.
He knew it, but he was also anxious. He desperately wanted to get out of here.
This place gave him the feeling of a cold, spacious and magnificent tomb. The person in front of him was the owner of the tomb, the ghost wandering in it, the resentful soul, and the widow in plain clothes and with a sad face.
If he stayed here for too long, he would be assimilated and become a brick in the grave, without even any color. After a long time, he would just crack and turn into powder, leaving no trace.
He just wanted to leave, and the priest could see it, but he just said, "Hold out your hand."
He stretched out his hand, and the priest held it. He shuddered as if he had been touched by a dead body. He was so cold that goose bumps appeared all over his body. But he forced himself not to pull his hand away, because he knew that this was a necessary process of soul branding.
He first felt hot, then scalding, and then pain. He wanted to struggle and scream, a completely instinctive reaction to the pain, but in fact his body did not move, as if it was completely frozen. He just stood there, his expressionless face gradually distorted, and even his hands did not tremble.
After an unknown amount of time, the priest released him and said to him in a routine yet seemingly malicious tone, "The branding has been completed. As long as you have read the scriptures, you should know that with this brand on, as long as you see Bai Tianming, you must not offend him. Otherwise, you will endure unparalleled pain. Do you understand?"
"I understand." He replied with a certain disdain as he came back to his senses. Who didn't know Bai Tianming was dead? Only the priest thought he was still alive.
"Let's go." The priest walked past him, like a gust of winter wind, bleak, lonely and full of chill, and pushed open the door.
He turned around, looked at the priest's back, followed him, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
As the priest walked forward, he said without looking back, "The successor must complete a task under my watch."
He remembered, followed him out, accepted a mission, entered a dark forest, and completed the mission. The price was that his body was covered in blood. He felt that two ribs were broken, his legs could not be straightened, and his hands could not bend. He could only crawl on the ground. Fortunately, his eyes were open.
The face may be disfigured, but it doesn’t matter. There are plenty of medicines in the temple. As long as you drink the medicine, everything will be the same in the end.
He didn't care about that, so he asked the priest who had been standing nearby and hadn't done anything, "Is it okay?"
But the priest didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed on a piece of land not far away. He took two steps forward, and it seemed that he didn't even hear what he said. He was just paying attention to the land.
The priest took two more steps forward, stopped there, squatted down, stretched out his hand, brushed away the soil, revealing the bluestone slab underneath. There was a clear mark of a magic circle on the slab.
The priest placed his hand on the traces of the magic circle, muttered to himself, and chanted a verification spell. Then, he confirmed that the traces on it came from Bai Tianming many years ago.
He should have been ecstatic, but there was no expression on his face. The corners of his lips were raised, revealing a sneer, a sinister and vicious smile that did not show any sunshine at all.
Boaz crept past like a lizard, cautiously hoping not to alarm the priest. But he was also incredibly curious. What kind of special thing could it be? Was it just a trace of Bai Tianming's magic circle? That was probably all it was.
It was no longer raining, but the sky was still overcast.
From Boaz's perspective, he could only see half of the priest's face. The other half was covered by thick shadows, as if it had been swallowed by a huge spider called memory. There was thick white frost, as if it had been frozen all night in late autumn.
The priest was so focused on looking at the marks on the stone slab that he didn't notice Boaz crawling over to him.
Boaz watched for a while, then reached out his hand and slapped the bluestone slab in front of the priest. He admitted that the action was bold, but it was really exciting.
He paid a price for it. The priest was extremely angry. He stood up and all the powerful strength in his body turned into wind and suddenly pushed him out. With a bang, he hit a thick tree trunk. Then, with a snap, the trunk couldn't bear the weight and broke.
The priest waved his hand, and the fallen tree trunk turned into powder. Boaz was laughing on the ground while spitting blood.
He did not regret doing this. He had already gotten what he wanted, the thrill of being on the verge of life and death. He knew that the priest would not kill him. After all, he only touched it once and did not touch the magic circle.
What's more, he is the successor of the temple, and the priest will tolerate him because of this status.
As expected, the priest stared at him with a dark gaze, his pupils as black as a winter night. His tone was as cold as heavy snow, and he said to him with disgust: "This will not happen again."
“I understand,” Boaz replied while spitting out blood.
After receiving treatment, he lay in bed. It was already late at night, but he was completely unable to sleep. He just lay in bed wondering what kind of person Bai Tianming was and whether he was really still alive.
From then on, he looked forward to seeing Bai Tianming like a priest, until today.
He really saw it.
"So you are Bai Tianming," Boaz muttered to himself as his pupils trembled due to the severe pain. He could not see the situation clearly. He lay on the ground, "So you are Bai Tianming."
Bai Tianming squatted down and reached out to search for the dagger he had used on the projection before, but he couldn't find it.
He came back to his senses, his throat bleeding from the forceful use, but he remained unconcerned. He stared at Bai Tianming intently, and said with a very intimate tone, "I didn't use a dagger. The thing that created the space rift is in the room. It's voice-activated."
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