Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 216 - 168 Buddha’s Son "Six Desires" - 3

Chapter 216: Chapter 168 Buddha’s Son "Six Desires" - 3

Here’s the English translation:

Later, the Qiye Temple Venerable and Star Covering fell into chaotic passion, causing the Buddha’s son to descend.

The Buddha’s son manifested in physical form and merged with the tower. Named Six Desires, he created dreams from the desires of humans. Though merely a fallen infant with weak consciousness, the innate talent of his flesh fascinated me once again.

Coupled with Star Covering’s Divine Second Spell, I was rendered completely powerless.

I became the heart of the Buddha’s son.

The Buddha’s son used dreams born of desire to seduce mortals, compelling them to offer even more desires to him. As his heart, I transformed these desires into Buddha energy, sustaining Qiye Temple’s incense fire worship.

When Star Covering and the Qiye Temple Venerable’s illicit affair was exposed, if the monks of Qiye Temple had remembered my efforts in bolstering the temple’s fame and refrained from targeting me, I might have been able to gradually free myself from the Buddha’s son’s control through incense fire and Buddha Power,

but alas,

the monks of Qiye Temple had all gone mad. They were, at heart, no different from the Venerable—harboring sinister intentions. They feared my escape from the Buddhist fold, knowing that without me, Qiye Temple would lose its incense fire and collapse thereafter.

Moreover, the added presence of Six Desires amplified their own greed, driving them into depravity!

The temple’s eight stewards utilized Star Covering’s leftover spell to inscribe blood curses, continuing to imprison me.

For two centuries, every seven days they came to the tower to write spells. Star Covering’s curse grew increasingly potent through the energy of human blood, wearing down my will and incense fire... My Buddha Power waned further, causing Qiye Temple’s Buddha energy to distort. Yet even so, they refused to spare me...

... To them, distorted Buddha energy was preferable to none. As long as they possessed Buddha energy, they could earn sizable incense fire offerings every year.

Until recently, when the stewards quarreled during a curse-writing session, suggesting that the abbot steward’s Ghost be sacrificed, I realized my opportunity had come. I gathered a sliver of resolve and attached it to the abbot monk’s Ghost.

Originally, I only hoped to send out a distress signal, a desperate attempt I suspected would amount to nothing—like casting a clay ox into the sea. Yet beyond all expectations...

... Beyond expectations, am I someone with the Wash Away Injustice Talisman?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Alas, the moment you entered the temple, the faint consciousness I still retained perceived you. I was overcome with remorse, fearing I would bring you harm. You’re not a true Daoist; you cannot contend with the Buddha’s son.

The Buddha’s son’s dream realm is utterly terrifying. Named ’Six Desires,’ it uses your own desires to generate dreams. The source of his dreams lies entirely within your heart—your thoughts, your memories. Their realism is flawless.

Who could have imagined, though, that you turned out to be Nu? Despite your weak incense fire level, your first offering followed the storyteller’s Tangkou, granting you mastery of the storyteller’s nine-layer techniques!

Only storytellers with exceedingly high incense fire levels can resist the Buddha’s son’s seductive dream realms by entering dreams within dreams!

In ages long past, during the storyteller’s peak era, storytellers were the most numerous among Daoists.

Your eight-layer dream drove the Buddha’s son mad, allowing me to break free and slay him!"

"Why couldn’t ’Six Desires’ shatter my dream realm? My incense fire level is clearly so low," Zhou Xuan asked.

"He’s a prematurely fallen Buddha’s son with barely any consciousness, possessing only the instinctual flesh of Six Desires. Unable to cultivate sufficient incense fire, he’s weaker than you by incense fire level. However, be warned: in this world, there are genuine Buddha’s sons and Divine Sons born successfully hiding somewhere. If you encounter them in the future, exercise profound caution."

"Recently, I encountered something strange... On the ground in Mingjiang Prefecture, there appears to be a massive mouth endlessly devouring. I even stumbled upon a lump of flesh; as soon as I approached it, I felt an insatiable hunger that disregarded incense fire levels."

"It’s likely connected to a Great Buddha, God, Alien Ghost, or Evil God’s offspring. The hunger you describe belongs to a Physical Body Dream—a flesh-born dream realm innate to God-level offspring.

To discern whether they are prematurely fallen or successfully born, you can use the Dream Master method to observe them in dreams. Successful offspring will have physical forms."

At this point, the truth had been laid bare.

Only then did Zhou Xuan grasp the true nature of Qiye Temple—how the temple used human blood spells in conjunction with the Buddha’s son Six Desires to imprison the temple’s once-foremost monk from two centuries ago.

Those maddened monks and devotees were under the Buddha’s son’s enchantment, bewitched by his singing and chanting. They indulged in their own vices, offering countless desires in sacrifice to him.

As for the human sheep, they were mere materials for inscribing spells.

Two hundred years had passed, with spells drawn every seven days. How many had perished at these monks’ hands?

This group of monks was truly depraved beyond measure!

"Once you leave the temple, you must slaughter all the monks of Qiye Temple," Zhou Xuan said. "You’re part monk, part Daoist. If you don’t eliminate these bald devils, your Daoist aspirations will remain obstructed."

"I can’t escape!"

"The Buddha’s son is already dead."

"But the restrictions left by the Qiye Temple Venerable remain. After years of imprisonment, my incense fire is no longer as vigorous as it once was. My physical form cannot leave this tower. Yet in one thing, you are correct... Without killing all the evil monks of Qiye Temple, my aspirations will remain thwarted."

Monk Zhu Jiu waved his hand, returning the Wash Away Injustice Talisman to Zhou Xuan.

"Why could Six Desires’ dream realm still imprison me when I used the Wash Away Injustice Talisman to hide in the cracks of space and time?" Zhou Xuan asked the question lingering in his heart.

"Within the Physical Body Dream, there is no concept of time. Without time, where could spatial and temporal cracks exist?"

Monk Zhu Jiu added, "You don’t yet know how to use Daoist tools. Let me teach you..."​

ps: Good brothers, two updates with almost nine thousand words. Muah.