I rely on my body to push the weird world

Chapter 74 Tea House · Nuns
"Hiss! Why does this Bodhisattva look so much like a white tiger?"

"It's numb. Seeing that eye still move flexibly, I feel like lightning is running through my body. It's really creepy."

"I want to cry! Baihu looked like this after his death. He seemed to be suffering and had no intention of being relieved. If I wait until then..."

"This... How is this possible! How terrifying is the power of the Sizhu?!"

Xuanwu and others took a deep breath.

In an instant, it was as if I had fallen into an icy cave, and all the hair on my body stood up.

Countless goose bumps appeared on my arms and my scalp felt numb and itchy.

"Huh? Can't it be peeled off?!"

Li Ji frowned slightly.

He wanted to peel off the clay statue that was covered with only one eye.

But no matter what I did, I could not peel off those clay sculptures, as if they were born there.

Then, the next moment, with a rustling sound, the strange clay statue turned into dust.

In an instant.

A fleeting picture appeared before everyone's eyes.

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Dark night.

The nun holding the paper lantern suddenly stopped.

She raised her eyes with some fear, looking at the dark figure standing in the corridor of the nunnery.

"Who, who's where?"

The nun spoke tremblingly.

The black shadow gradually revealed its features under the illumination of the paper lantern, and it turned out to be the young man with a gentle and handsome face.

"My dear, it's been a long time since we last met. I heard from my father-in-law that you became a nun here... Come back to Yunwu Tea House with me, okay?"

pat!

The paper lantern fell to the ground.

-

"Don't hit me anymore, please—"

In the room illuminated by the sunset.

A frail nun was huddled in a corner, clutching her hairpin tremblingly.

"Be good, give me the hairpin."

The young man smiled gently and approached.

I reached out my hand to cover her white and tender fingertips, but found that she was still holding the hairpin tightly.

The gentle smile on his face suddenly turned extremely gloomy.

He roared: "Give me the hairpin!!!"

stab-

During the snatch, the young man's palm was scratched and bleeding.

The nun staggered and squatted in the corner, tears streaming down her face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I'm sorry."

The young man suddenly laughed.

He looked at the snatched hairpin and his bloody palm, and smiled in an extremely morbid way.

-

The fleeting scene came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, Xuanwu and others all frowned.

"What does it mean?"

"I can't understand it, but I'm shocked!"

"Could this be the truth behind why Yunwu Tea House has become what it is now?"

"..."

Li Ji's expression did not change at all as he watched the fleeting scenes that were blown away by the wind.

Combining the rumors about the Bodhisattva's physical body donation with the miserable nun in the previous scene, he had some guesses.

"Take me to Yunwu Tea House!"

Li Ji gave the order.

"Yes, Master Si!"

Xuanwu bowed and replied. …

Nearly two hours later.

The last ray of sunset disappeared.

The sky was dark and the fog was thick.

Li Ji's convoy finally arrived at Yunwu Tea House. Torches were lit in all directions to dispel the darkness around them.

Li Ji looked up.

A gray tea house came into view.

The teahouse is elegant and solemn, not grand, covering only two or three acres of land. In addition to the fairly spacious tea room, there are only a few courtyards for drying tea leaves. The light is dark and the shadows are dim in the thick fog.

There are some collapsed pavilions around the tea house, the surrounding tea leaves are yellow and rotten, there are cobwebs and dust piled up.

"Didn't they say that Yunwu Tea House had a raging fire? How could it be in this state?"

Li Ji frowned.

This doesn't look like the ruins that have been burned by a fire. It is clearly an abandoned place that has been unattended for many years.

"Reporting to the commander, this is the most bizarre part. Everyone in Wuling County knows about this fire, but it was like this when I came here to investigate."

Xuanwu swallowed nervously.

Li Ji frowned even more, without saying anything more, he led everyone and strode towards the Yunwu Tea House.

The detectives from the Demon Suppression Division quickly followed behind.

The abandoned, weed-covered gate of the teahouse came into view. Li Ji pushed open the dusty door and strode inside.

The bluestone-paved road leads straight into the distance. From the front gate, you can clearly see the teahouse in front, which is only a few meters away.

Li Ji walked along the bluestone road paved with dead branches and rotten leaves and came straight into the tea room. Several sets of tea sets displayed in a low-key manner came into view. The surroundings were full of cobwebs and dust, and the pungent stench of decay hit him in the face.

Li Ji looked around the entire teahouse, his brows furrowed increasingly.

He suddenly said, "Xuanwu, are you sure you have come here to investigate?"

"Reporting to the chief, we have investigated countless times, but no matter whether we search through boxes and cabinets or destroy them wantonly, as long as we leave the Yunwu Tea House, everything will return to its abandoned state."

Xuanwu hurriedly explained.

Li Ji's eyes flickered.

After a long while, he continued, "You guys just stand by and watch, I want to speak in person and see the true appearance of this Bodhisattva!"

"Yes, Master Si!"

Xuanwu and the others were startled and drew their swords, looking around at the flickering flames.

Li Ji immediately began to perform the ritual of three bows and nine kowtows in the tea room.

Bowing, kneeling, kowtowing... At the beginning, there was no abnormality at all.

But gradually, the torches on one side suddenly jumped up, and the light became dim, as if a cold wind swept in, with dust and fallen leaves rustling.

Li Ji raised his eyes and glanced to the side, and keenly noticed that Xuanwu and others seemed to have no idea. Only he felt the strangeness in the teahouse at the moment.

He knelt down calmly and murmured, "Please donate the Buddha's body!"

In an instant.

The air around them seemed to be stagnant, or rather, the movements of Xuanwu and others were slowed down hundreds or thousands of times, and looks of fear slowly appeared on their faces.

A layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared on Li Ji's arms.

He had a very peculiar feeling. The flames in front of his eyes were extinguished in an instant, and the surroundings fell into darkness, or rather, he fell into darkness.

All kinds of sounds came to my ears, including noisy and chaotic roars, whispered laughter, and more often, waves of compassionate Zen sounds.

Li Ji suddenly opened his golden, flame-like vertical pupils.

Before anyone knew it, the pitch-black teahouse had turned pure white under the reflection of the sunset, making the entire teahouse look enchantingly scarlet.

He was surrounded by the elegant woody scent of sandalwood, which was rich and unforgettable.

In front of him was the figure of a nun lying on the tea table, covered in bruises.

She was a girl in green, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bruises all over her pretty face, her black hair disheveled, and a pair of eyes that looked like they had lost all hope in life, as she stared at him quietly.

"Where is the Bodhisattva? Where is the Bodhisattva?"

She murmured with compassion.

Li Ji found that his lips were moving uncontrollably and his words were as gentle as jade.

"We'll be together forever, right?"

"I hate you--"

(End of this chapter)