Day and night tour

Chapter 29 Big Belly Monk

Zhou Xuan was insane, and his thoughts were divided into two.

One is desire, the other is instinct.

People have many desires, such as lust, wine, food, and pleasure...

His greed was aroused by the strange Buddha statue. He felt so hungry that he only wanted to find food in the Buddha's stomach to fill his stomach.

Even if my bones are broken.

Even if the food in Buddha's belly only comes from his imagination, like a mirage, an empty bubble.

Instinct is his desire to survive, which allows him to clearly understand the danger he is facing when he is in extreme danger.

This thought briefly sobered him up, but as the devilish chanting lingered in his ears, the thought grew weaker.

Instinct and desire became two snakes entangled together, each wanting to eat the other.

Desire took absolute control, and instinctive life was almost exhausted.

"Are you a Buddha? Or a demon..."

Zhou Xuan's crazy struggle was still repeating in his mind.

The sound of his struggle was already very weak. Once his instincts died completely, the struggle would immediately disappear, and he would become a loyal believer of the Buddha statue, or -

--puppet.

At the juncture,
Zhou Xuan suddenly recalled his experience as a ghost.

On the way to Muhun City after his death in his previous life, he had two experiences of possessing other people's bodies. The first time, because he was not skilled in possessing other people's bodies, he was almost killed by the sun.

The second time, he took advantage of a woman's deep sleep and tried to take over her body, but was entangled by countless whispers in the woman's dream.

Later, he couldn't remember how he escaped from the dream.

He still can't remember it now.

"Is there a possibility... that I didn't do anything to get away?"

Zhou Xuan came up with this bold idea.

He did nothing, which led to him not remembering anything.

The method used by the Buddha statue at this time is similar to the whispering in the dream.

That method of getting out of this situation should be something we can learn from.

"Try to save the dying horse!"

Zhou Xuan had no choice; he was only one step away from falling into lust.

"Do nothing, think nothing."

Zhou Xuan tried to calm himself and gave himself instructions.

Yet this ordinary command seemed like a spell with infinite uses.

First, he guided the strength of his whole body away, and then Zhou Xuan's body became as light as cotton, and his spirit seemed to have entered another realm.

He seemed to be lying in a vast wilderness of grassland, with the sky filled with stars.

Zhou Xuan had a feeling: the stars across the night sky seemed to be watching him.

In addition to the stars, there were many fireflies circling in front of Zhou Xuan. They flew slowly, and the light spots at their tails flickered.

Zhou Xuan was very interested in fireflies. Almost instinctively, he stretched out his finger and poked the one closest to him.

pat.

Fireflies have no physical form. When touched by a finger, their bodies disintegrate into specks of light, creating ripples in the air.

The ripples reflected Zhou Xuan's distorted expression when he was disturbed by the chanting.

"Oh, these fireflies should be the memory of the Buddha statue bewitching me."

Yes,
But not all.

Zhou Xuan popped the numerous fireflies one by one, and many memory scenes that had nothing to do with him also emerged from the ripples.

The owners of these memory images are actually the Buddha statues and the people of Huilanghe Village.

The pictures are static and seem disorganized at first glance, but as more pictures appear, Zhou Xuan captures the logic between the pictures.

Among them, there are five pictures, which, after being re-arranged by Zhou Xuan, tell the past events between the Buddha statue and the villagers more clearly.

First painting,
[Huilang River suffered a drought and the river dried up. The hungry villagers gathered on the Huilang Bridge, holding umbrellas made of yellow paper to pray for rain. In the forest not far away, a pair of red eyes stared at the villagers.]

The second painting,
[The Corridor River was still dry. A big-bellied monk sat on the Corridor Bridge, holding food in his hands and giving it to the villagers who came to kneel and worship him.

This big-bellied monk has a pair of red eyes. 】

The third painting,
[In the underground temple, there is a giant stone statue of Maitreya Buddha with its belly wide open and empty inside.

Hundreds of strong villagers, some holding fresh human heads in their hands, and some carrying steaming buckets of blood, walked towards the belly of the stone sculpture.

They performed a blood sacrifice, using human heads and stone sculptures to thank the big-bellied monk for all he had done for the people of Huilanghe Village.

Behind the stone sculpture, a big-bellied monk has a ferocious look on his face, a mouth full of fangs, and drooling, staring at a terrified little girl with a hungry look.

Fourth painting

[Late at night, on the corridor bridge, a big-bellied monk was lying and sitting. His big belly had been cut open, and the contents were not the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, or kidneys, but delicious food, such as roast chicken, roast goose, pig's head, steamed fish, and some limbs that had not yet been completely transformed.

The monk grinned, as if mocking the villagers in Huilang River who believed in him - they actually believed in the so-called gift? Haha, it's just an equivalent exchange! 】

The fifth painting

[In the early morning, the big-bellied monk gave food to the villagers who knelt down and worshipped him on the bridge again. This time the number of believers increased significantly, and the bridge was filled with people kneeling down.

The big-bellied monk's greedy eyes were fixed on a little boy with bright eyes at the end of the bridge, and he couldn't help but drool from the corners of his mouth.

"The Maitreya Buddha in Huilang River is indeed fake. It is just a demon that uses the name of Maitreya Buddha to cover up its evil appearance!"

"The demon that confuses people's minds."

Zhou Xuan looked into the distance again. There was a mountain in the distance, and on the mountain, there was a towering stone statue.

The stone statue was surrounded by dense mist, and it was hard to see clearly. One could only vaguely see its pointed ears standing up high, and its eyes that pierced through the mist and shone with a blue luster...

……

The cold wind from the temple was blowing loudly, and soon it had blown away the urine on the stone talisman behind the Maitreya Buddha.

Zhou Xuan woke up.

"Brother Zhou, are you awake? You scared me to death just now. I thought something happened to you."

Liu Tianen squatted behind Zhou Xuan, patting him gently on the back to help him breathe.

Zhou Xuan stood up, pointed at the Buddha statue, and shouted to Qiao Yu and the laborer, "Smash it! Smash it! The truth is in his belly."

When Liu Tianen heard this, he panicked and said, "Brother Zhou, this is not good, right? If you smash such a big Buddha, how serious will the consequences be?"

Even more panicked than Liu Tianen were the laborers. When they heard that the Buddha was going to be smashed, their legs became weak.

"Qiao Yu, smash it!"

Zhou Xuan shouted at Qiao Yu again.

"I...I...I don't dare to smash it." Qiao Yu's face was pale, but he didn't dare to do anything.

Ghosts, monsters, gods, and Buddhas, as long as temples are built and there are golden statues, they can embolden many people and make them dare not offend at all.

The bigger the statue, the greater the sense of oppression it brings, and people will be more cautious in doing anything.

"Okay, since you guys don't dare to smash it, I'll do it!"

Zhou Xuan was filled with indignation, both because he was angry that the Buddha statue almost killed him and because he had a natural hatred for confusing people's minds.

He found three apprentices from the opera troupe to hold the thick hemp rope, and slid down the rope into the underground temple.

Zhou Xuan did not stop, picked up a hoe from the mud, rushed to the Buddha statue, and raised the hoe high above his head!

"Buddha?"

boom!
A hoe hit the belly of the Buddha statue, and several cracks appeared. Dark brown liquid seeped out from the cracks.

The foul, bloody smell creeped into the noses of the laborers around.

"Hey, Boss Zhou, stop smashing it, this Buddha is showing his power."

"The Buddha statue is bleeding, Boss Zhou, please go easy on it."

"If we smash it down again, who knows how serious a sin we will commit."

　Good brothers, please vote and collect, muah

　　
　
(End of this chapter)