My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 112: Tai Sui Bodhisattva, Reincarnated True Buddha

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With a sweeping gesture, Kong Wen threw Lin Qingyu into the sea of skull lamps:

“Keep a close watch on her. After my rebirth as Buddha, we’ll use her as a sacrifice!”

“Yes!”

Kong Wen turned away and declared, “The time has come for my reincarnation. The Buddha’s Birthday ceremony will be overseen by you and your fellow disciple, without fail!”

“We understand, Master!”

Kong Wen’s disciples bowed in unison.

After giving his instructions, Kong Wen, draped in his black robe, stepped towards the Tai Sui Bodhisattva, his feet barely touching the ground.

His hands clasped in prayer, a solemn and devout expression on his face, he recited obscure scriptures.

The mountainous Tai Sui Bodhisattva, as if sensing his approach, suddenly stilled. Its belly split open, revealing the ghastly white fleshy orb.

The orb unfolded like petals, revealing another flesh orb within, as tall as a person, with a crack at its top.

Kong Wen’s clothes slowly vanished, leaving him as naked as a newborn, merging into the body of the Tai Sui Buddha.

At Tian Chong Temple.

A figure was moving rapidly.

Chu Qian, injured, fled desperately.

Behind him shone a seven-colored treasure mirror.

Whenever Chu Qian evaded his pursuers, the peculiar mirror would reveal his location, leaving him no place to hide.

After parting with Lin Qingyu, Chu Qian cautiously headed down the mountain.

But to his surprise, before he could leave, he was pursued by the temple’s monks.

At that moment, he knew Lin Qingyu must have been exposed.

His concealment artifact was inferior to Lin Qingyu’s. Once the Discipline Hall monks brought out this unusual mirror, all his cover was blown.

The monks of the Discipline Hall were ruthless, striking mercilessly, intent on killing Chu Qian.

Heavily wounded and running for a long time, every time he nearly breached the temple’s walls, monks would block his way.

Now, as daylight broke and the Buddha’s Birthday ceremony was about to start, Chu Qian was at his limit.

He sighed internally, fearing he would fall here today, unable to complete the task Lin Qingyu entrusted to him.

Turning a corner, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

A man and a woman, both striking in appearance, stood under a blossoming ancient Posala tree.

The breeze fluttered, Posala blossoms falling. The man held the woman’s hand, smiling warmly as they reached out to catch the falling flowers.

It was a beautiful scene, but Chu Qian was in no mood for such sights.

If he could choose, he would have preferred to see a middle-aged cultivator with an air of authority or an awe-inspiring elder with an immortal bearing.

But he was exhausted, knowing he must pass on the message.

“Run!” he thought, urging himself forward.

Stumbling forward, Chu Qian used his last bit of strength to send a telepathic message, “There’s something sinister at Tian Chong Temple! Stop the vegetarian feast!”

He collapsed with a thud, his wig falling off to reveal a shiny bald head.

Lu Xuan, who was catching Posala tree flowers, blinked in surprise.

Well, that was… Quite unexpected.

He and Cheng Lingzhu had arrived the night before, staying at an inn and visiting Tian Chong Temple early in the morning, planning to stroll around the mountain before attending the vegetarian feast.

Since the temple wasn’t officially open yet, Lu Xuan didn’t want to disturb the monks, simply wandering near the entrance. This area, usually open to visitors, was part of the outer perimeter of the temple.

They didn’t expect to see a bald man with a fake wig and painted head scars darting from behind a wall, followed by Chu Qian’s telepathic message.

Something wrong with Tian Chong Temple?

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. Lu Xuan waved his hand, shrinking Chu Qian’s body and tucking him into his sleeve.

A tea-time later.

Chu Qian suddenly opened his eyes.

He sprang up to find himself lying on a vine-woven bed, surrounded by tall trees. Realizing he was in a forest outside Tian Chong Temple, he looked around in confusion.

“What happened? Tell us,” Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu asked, seated on chairs nearby.

Chu Qian touched himself, finding his injuries healed and feeling surprisingly rejuvenated.

He immediately understood he had encountered powerful cultivators.

Bowing deeply to Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu, Chu Qian urged, “Please intervene and stop the Buddha’s Birthday ceremony!”

He then recounted the previous night’s events to them.

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment, “So you’re saying that last night you sneaked into Tian Chong Temple and encountered a temptress from the Spirit Charm Sect. Then you both discovered that the temple’s monks were secretly adding ingredients to the porridge.”

“Yes, yes.”

Chu Qian nodded vigorously.

“It doesn’t seem like a big deal, does it?” Lu Xuan blinked.

At most, the monks had broken their vows by turning vegetable porridge into meat porridge, thus enhancing its nutrition.

Chu Qian was speechless.

That did seem logical.

He hadn’t seen the mountainous flesh creature in the pit or the demonically corrupted Abbot Kong Wen.

He only saw monks adding something to the porridge.

The atmosphere last night was indeed eerie, but what if it was a special ingredient cultivated by the monks, a closely guarded secret?