For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Luo Feng was also very alert. After dealing with the ghost monk, he put the leaf in his hand back into the tiger can.

Then, without looking back, he turned and ran.

The reclining Buddha statue's eyes were filled with a blood-red aura, giving it a chilling and terrifying feel.

Inside the Buddhist hall, the darkness suddenly intensified, and the air seemed to churn violently, like a gigantic creature rolling its body.

A chill ran down my spine!

His scalp tingled with a tingling sensation.

The vast darkness, as thick as ink, began to spread outwards after the candlelight was extinguished.

Luo Feng didn't look back; he ran as fast as he could, reaching the outside of the Buddhist hall in one breath.

He hadn't run far when the entire Buddhist hall behind him was swallowed up by a massive darkness, and even the outline of the door was almost disappearing...

He ran two or three hundred meters away, until he was a certain distance from the Buddhist hall, before he dared to secretly look back.

At this moment, Luo Feng looked behind him in astonishment!

For some reason, the outline of the entire Buddhist temple and the entire building in the distance became blurred and indistinct, like a shadow or an image on a film negative, presenting a sense of illusion, as if it were unreal.

Luo Feng leaned against a tree trunk, his face showing an expression of having narrowly escaped death.

The Buddhist hall seemed to exist in another space, somewhere between illusion and reality, its outline appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

"...It seems there is a range."

Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine; his heart was still pounding wildly.

He was somewhat relieved that this thing should have an attack range... It seemed that as long as he escaped within a certain range, he could still survive!

However, a trace of anger still lingered in Luo Feng's heart.

"Something's not right... Although Acharya reminded me about the reclining Buddha statue, it seems the problem only occurs when the tiger terracotta pot is touched..."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt somewhat bewildered and uncertain.

It was Acharya who made me choose the tiger terracotta pot. Could it be that he was planning to use this trial as an opportunity to kill me?

Luo Feng couldn't help but think in this direction.

But why would Acharya intend to murder him? Could it be that he has an old grudge against Ati's father, Sena?

That's not right either...

If that were the case, Master Putao wouldn't have let him take care of him, unless the master himself was also an accomplice of Acharya.

But what is the motive?

"It's too early to make a hasty judgment."

Luo Feng's face was somewhat gloomy.

He felt that Acharya might not be the one plotting against him, but the old man must be hiding something from him...

"Also, what exactly is the background of that strange, ghostly monk?"

Now, when Luo Feng thinks back on this incident, he also has some doubts, especially since the monk appeared twice, giving the impression that he was trying to stop him from touching the jar.

Stop me?

Was it to prevent me from disturbing that reclining Buddha?

Could it be that the ghostly monk is planning to help me?

Luo Feng found it increasingly strange.

Also, at the very end, was that ghost monk perhaps planning to say something to me?

His brows furrowed into a knot.

"Ati, what happened?"

Suddenly, someone pressed down on my shoulder, and a slightly aged voice reached my ears.

Luo Feng snapped out of his daze and saw Acharya's figure.

"What brings you here?"

"The bell only rang four times, and then it stopped ringing for a long time! I suspected something might have happened, so I came to check..."

Acharya's face was tense.

"I never expected something like this to actually happen!"

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse.

"Ati, you went into the Buddhist hall, what exactly happened?"

"The problem lies with the reclining Buddha."

Luo Feng quickly said, "When I took the leaves out of the tiger-shaped jar, I noticed something was wrong with the Buddha statue, so I quickly retreated... Also, I encountered a ghost monk along the way. He was a monk without eyeballs, with blood flowing from his eyes. He seemed to want to say something to me..."

"What?"

Acharya looked shocked, the old man's right hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Ati, are you sure he's a monk with no eyeballs and blood flowing from his eyes?"

Luo Feng hadn't expected Acharya to be so agitated. He wondered if there was something special about that ghost monk.

"Yes, I'm sure of it."

"Yeah?"

Acharya seemed both surprised and delighted, but he forced himself to suppress his emotions and composed himself.

"So, Ati, are you alright?"

"fine."

Luo Feng responded.

"It's good that you're alright."

The old man nodded, seemingly not intending to say anything more about the ghost monk, and instead asked about something else.

"Did you see another young man enter the temple? His name is Divan?"

"Is that the person who participated in the trial?"

Luo Feng sighed: "That person might be dead... There's another hungry ghost in the temple. He might have been targeted by the hungry ghost. I didn't see his body, so I don't know what happened to him."

"There's such a thing?"

Acharya frowned slightly.

"Alright, someone's coming soon... After that, whatever happens, don't say anything, I'll handle everything."

As he spoke, footsteps came from behind, seemingly from some villagers carrying torches as they walked over from outside the temple.

As we got closer, people started running in that direction.

The one in the lead was a capable-looking middle-aged man.

"Master Acharya, what exactly happened?"

"Interrupt the trial."

Acharya said in a deep voice, "Something happened at the temple. Divan, that young man, may be in trouble... Also, everyone, leave this temple immediately."

"The trial is interrupted!?"

The middle-aged man's thin face revealed astonishment and unease.

"this……"

"What are you standing there for?"

Acharya snapped, "Hurry up! If something really happens in the temple, more people will die. Everyone get out, quick!"

The villagers were scolded, but they nodded hurriedly and walked out of the temple.

"Alright, Ati, let's go together."

Acharya scratched her beard and sighed.

"Today's trial must be interrupted... We must find that young man Divan, no matter if he lives or dies. As for what happened today, we'll go see Teacher Putaon together later, and you can tell him everything honestly."

"OK."

Luo Feng agreed.

"Um... how will my trial be calculated?"

"This is something the teacher should handle."

Acharia said calmly, "After all, it's not up to me to decide this matter, but don't worry... Master Putaon is always fair, and besides, you're Sena's child, and he's his grand-disciple. You don't need to worry too much about this matter; he'll definitely give you a fair result."

"I see."

Luo Feng didn't intend to say anything more. At this point, he should obediently show that he was well-behaved; saying more would not do any good.

However, Acharya's overly excited attitude towards the ghost monk made him somewhat suspicious.

Could it be... that Master Mutavon and Acharia are hiding something from me?