A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The old monks trembled violently and stared in horror at Zhenying!

"Senior brother! Are you crazy?!"

The tall, thin old monk exclaimed, "This method is extremely dangerous; it's a trick to deceive Heaven! The slightest mistake will lead to utter destruction! How can it be widely disseminated?!"

Zhenying was not surprised by their opposition; her voice was calm yet carried an undeniable force:

"Times have changed."

"What Jinshan Temple lacks most right now? Time! Combat strength!"

"If this method is used properly, it can help disciples clear their minds of distractions, purify their Buddhist hearts, and greatly accelerate their spiritual practice in the shortest possible time!"

"We no longer need to be greedy, nor do we expect to be able to overcome the five tribulations on behalf of others. Once the inner demons are born, we will immediately use secret methods to brainwash them, imprison and nurture them, and use them as containers to receive the disciples' distracting thoughts and karmic obstacles."

"Once this disciple reaches the threshold of the Dharma Aspect Realm, I will directly convert him/her, in order to attain a truly pure and enlightened Buddha-nature!"

"At that time, all the disciples of my temple will be people with pure Buddhist hearts and rapid cultivation! How can we worry about not rising quickly? How can we worry about not regaining our status? We might even surpass our former glory!"

His words, like the devil's temptation, echoed in the silent meditation room.

The old monks' expressions changed constantly, clearly indicating that they were going through a fierce internal struggle.

The risks are enormous.

But the temptation is equally great.

Shortcuts are always the fastest, but also the most dangerous, paths.

"Senior brother..."

The fat old monk licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse:

"This method was ultimately transmitted by Bodhidharma. Bodhidharma was a great demon. This method is too evil; won't it bring disaster upon ourselves?"

Zhenying slowly closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and placed them in front of her chest.

He stopped looking at anyone and spoke in a calm, almost cold voice, as if delivering a verdict:

"All sins, cause and effect, retribution..."

"I, Zhenying, will take full responsibility."

There was no sound from inside the meditation room.

The atmosphere in the meditation room was incredibly heavy, as if it were frozen solid.

Just then, the fat old monk suddenly moved.

He shuffled his round body closer to Zhenying, and tears welled up in his small eyes!

Her chubby hand trembled as she raised it, filled with sorrow, and gently stroked Zhenying's skin, moving it over it with extreme slowness and delicacy.

"Senior brother..."

The fat monk spoke, his voice choked with emotion, so poignant that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

"You've suffered so much... my dear senior brother..."

"You really... sacrificed yourself for this dilapidated temple..."

This genuine emotion touched several elderly monks nearby, whose noses began to sting.

At first, the old monk Zhenying was also taken aback by his junior brother's sudden deep affection, and felt a little touched.

After all, he's his own junior brother, and at this crucial moment, he still feels sorry for his senior brother.

He was about to offer some words of comfort, something like, "It's worth it for Jinshan Temple."

But for some reason, before the feeling of being moved could even warm up, Zhenying suddenly felt a "thump" in her heart and realized that something was wrong.

Eh?

Something's not right!

The night before last, because the still charming nun Huiming from Jingyue Nunnery came to "discuss Buddhism" with me, I stayed a little longer than usual and was spotted by this fellow disciple.

Good heavens, the fat monk immediately became extremely jealous and argued with me so fiercely that his face turned red and his neck bulged, and he almost spat in my face.

He pointed at his own nose and cursed, "You old scoundrel," "You stole my nun's hand," and "You're disrespectful to your elders." Finally, he stormed off in a huff, saying, "If I ever speak to you again, I'm a dog!"

Wow... it's only been less than two days!

Even if the brothers don't hold grudges overnight, their relationship shouldn't have developed this quickly, right?

It's like a rocket launch, jumping directly from "I'm a dog" to "You've suffered"?

Zhenying raised her eyelids suspiciously and took a closer look at the chubby junior brother's face, which was covered in tears and snot.

He cried really hard, his face was covered in tears and snot.

But why does that look in his eyes seem to hide something else beneath the sadness?

It's like when a child gets a new toy and can't resist touching and examining it.

Once Zhenying had this suspicion, the more she looked, the stranger it seemed.

Isn't this junior brother touching your hands a little too carefully?

The way those fingers moved was like an old tailor taking measurements, inching along inch by inch, pressing down slightly, as if sensing the elasticity and texture of the skin beneath the runes...

Just as alarm bells were ringing in Zhenying's mind, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and she was about to blurt out a question—

"Grandmaster! Elder! Something terrible has happened!!"

A distorted, terrified scream suddenly rang out from outside the meditation room!

Immediately following was a flurry of hurried, stumbling footsteps approaching from afar, slamming against the door with a loud bang.

A young monk, his face as white as paper, panting heavily, disregarded all etiquette and began to howl at the top of his lungs through the door:

"Something terrible has happened! Grandmaster Zhenying! Elders! Something's happened in the washroom!"

The old monks in the room all felt a chill run down their spines.

A washroom? A toilet? What could possibly happen in a toilet in the middle of the night? Could some bandits have been left behind and are hiding in the latrine?

"What's the panic! Speak slowly! What happened to the washroom?!" The gaunt old monk, who was the least composed, shouted sternly.

The monk outside the door was choked with sobs, his words barely coherent:

"It was...it was a few young monks who were cleaning up the rubble. They needed to relieve themselves, so they went to the washroom, and they found a bloodied, skinned person next to the innermost stall! He was sitting against the wall! He was still breathing!"

"That man could still speak; he said..."

The monk outside the door trembled violently with fear, but he still managed to squeeze out the most crucial words:

"He said... he is... Master Zhenqing!!"

"Buzz—!!!"

These words were like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, striking the roof of this meditation room squarely!

All the old monks in the room, including Zhenying who was having doubts, had their minds go blank for a moment!

Zhenqing?

They looked at the fat monk who was touching his senior brother Zhenying and crying his eyes out...

The one in the toilet is Zhenqing, that...

Who is this? !

The air was deathly silent.

Under the intense gaze of so many tangible eyes filled with horror, suspicion, and murderous intent, the fat monk Zhenqing finally stopped stroking.

The deeply affectionate and heartbroken expression on his face melted away, like snow under the sun, quickly and gradually.

The sadness faded, the tears disappeared.

Instead, there was a slow, slightly amused, and eerie smile.

The smile bloomed on his fat face, wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes, only a bottomless mockery and coldness.

"Oh dear..."

The fake "Zhenqing" spoke, and although his voice was the same, his tone and demeanor were completely different.

With a touch of laziness, a touch of regret, and a touch of resentment.

"It's so troublesome that I can't just kill anyone indiscriminately..."

"Now that's perfect, it's given me a weakness."

"Speaking of which..."

"You people in the temple are quite civilized, huh?"

"It's in such a terrible state, hardly any walls are intact, several pillars have collapsed, it's practically a wasteland ruin..."

"If you need to use the toilet, can't you learn from my good-for-nothing son—just find a secluded corner, loosen your belt, and 'whoosh,' take care of things neatly and efficiently?"

"Huh? We really have to go through the motions and find that run-down toilet in the dark?"

"Sophisticated! So damn sophisticated!"

"Now look what's happened! You've gotten yourself into trouble, haven't you? You've exposed me!"