Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 210 - 165 Madman Temple_3

Chapter 210: Chapter 165 Madman Temple_3

He glanced at the Sheep Monk’s Wooden House and immediately became anxious, demanding Zhou Xuan: "We signed the Blood Covenant! You can’t go back on your word, or you’ll be devoured by endless ghosts!"

"Let me show you the contract."

Zhou Xuan took out the written agreement he had signed with the shepherd. It only stipulated that the shepherd must not lie or conceal the truth, but there was no stipulation regarding Zhou Xuan’s responsibilities.

"This... how... how is this different from the Blood Covenant I saw?"

"The fact that it’s different is exactly the point."

Zhou Xuan pressed the shepherd to the ground, pulled the Bone Teeth out of Dezhong’s throat, and, using the sharp tooth, severed the tendons of the shepherd’s hands and feet, then threw him into the sheep pen.

Over a hundred human sheep began to stir in turmoil.

They all knew who the shepherd was. Their eyes turned blood-red one by one, and they surrounded him, gnashing and tearing at him, each taking mouthfuls.

The shepherd tried to cry out, but his face had already been bitten by several human sheep, leaving him unable to utter a single sound...

"Let’s add some seasoning for you!"

Zhou Xuan threw Dezhong’s corpse into the sheep pen as well.

The white horde enveloped the two, consuming them entirely, not even sparing the bones—they chewed with an eerily crisp crackle.

Only then did Si Ming realize why Zhou Xuan had gone to such lengths, carrying the shepherd so far, despite the rain making the road slippery.

"Let’s go to the Forbidden Tower."

After witnessing the human sheep devour the shepherd and Dezhong completely, even licking the blood clean off the ground, Zhou Xuan gently shut the door of the Sheep Monk’s Wooden House. Then, together with Si Ming and Si Yu’er, he walked in the direction of the Forbidden Tower.

The Forbidden Tower was built on the mountain and had five levels.

Due to the high terrain, just approaching the Forbidden Tower allowed the three of them to take in the entirety of Qiye Temple’s layout.

Tianwang Temple, Mountain Gate Road, Thousand Buddha Forest... Every building lay before them in full view.

At that moment, strange sounds suddenly emanated from the Forbidden Tower, as if someone were chanting sutras.

But the chanting was disjointed and irregular, interspersed with the singing of a woman.

The singing blended with the chanting, ethereal and haunting, reverberating through Qiye Temple, and within the Thousand Buddha Forest...

...

On the Qi Observation Platform atop the distant mountains of Qiye Temple, the Qi Observation Master swept away his daytime boredom. He gazed excitedly at the "Qi" above the temple.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires, and their faith aligns with Buddha, Dao, or Witchcraft.

Each emotion, each belief, has its distinct Qi. In the Qi Observation Master’s eyes, these were different colors.

For instance, Buddha energy was golden, Dao Qi purple, Witch Energy blood-red. When people were angry, black Qi soared to the skies, and when they were melancholic, blue Qi flowed gently.

Every color stimulated the Qi Observation Master’s nerves, and the temple, at this moment, was a kaleidoscope—a riotous flow of colors intertwining.

The dreamlike hues caused the Qi Observation Master to feel a strange ecstasy, an undeniable thrill.

He felt himself on the verge of being drunk, intoxicated by the vibrant colors. Dizzying euphoria replaced boredom in his body.

"Life is short; indulge while you can..."

The Qi Observation Master burst into manic laughter, seemingly becoming one of the lunatics in the deranged Qiye Temple.

...

"Ugh, what on earth is this? My eyes are burning."

Si Yu’er took a single glance at the foot of the mountain before covering her eyes, unwilling to look any longer.

Zhou Xuan and Si Ming also stared in shock, their flesh crawling. Was this still Qiye Temple? Was this still a Buddhist monastery?

All they saw was:

In the Thousand Buddha Forest, the monks who, just hours ago, had been chanting sutras like machines, were now completely naked, dancing wildly like drunken lunatics in the Buddha Forest,

While the pilgrims lodging in the temple’s guest rooms had fallen into a haze of delirium, shedding their clothes as they surged toward the Thousand Buddha Forest.

Men and women of all kinds embraced whoever they encountered, releasing their frenzied desires.

All Zhou Xuan could see in the Thousand Buddha Forest were writhing, pale flesh-colored worms, maddened beyond belief.

Sexual chaos was the main rhythm of the Thousand Buddha Forest, but other melodies intertwined:

Some were fighting violently, fists landing heavily on flesh,

Some were frantically biting, indiscriminately sinking their teeth into whoever they saw,

And some monks, unable to encounter female pilgrims, ended up pairing with other monks in desperation...

"What the hell kind of ’Unveiled Assembly’ is this!?"

Zhou Xuan stared dumbfounded.

"I’ve donated a million a year to these lunatics!?"

Si Ming grew increasingly furious.

At this moment, Qiye Temple resembled an asylum—but to call it an asylum would insult asylums, for those institutions were nowhere near this mad.

Zhou Xuan pointed at the Forbidden Tower just ahead and said, "The singing and chanting emanating from this tower are the conductor’s baton for the lunacy of Qiye Temple’s crazed monks. We are getting closer and closer to uncovering the truth behind the madness of Qiye Temple."