Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 63 The Strange Monk

The team struggled up the slippery mountain path, each step sinking into the mud.

Rainwater washed down the mountainside, forming a muddy stream at our feet, carrying away fallen leaves and pebbles.

The dilapidated temple drew closer through the misty rain, its gray outline gradually becoming clearer.

Surprisingly, the dilapidated little temple only looked rather run-down; in reality, it had no serious damage.

The raindrops hitting the eaves didn't disappear; instead, they traced an elegant line of water along the eaves in mid-air.

This shows that the temple's waterproofing system has stubbornly remained intact despite years of neglect.

As the group approached the ruined temple, He An and Asha Ruya frowned for no apparent reason.

An invisible wave seemed to be spreading outwards from the main hall of the dilapidated temple.

"It's the aura of the dark dimension. Is this the strange person you're looking for?" He An, who was trailing at the back of the line, said in a low voice.

"I don't know either; I got the information from someone else."

Asha's brows furrowed slightly. The information she had bought didn't mention any other details; it only said that there was a strange person here who had what she wanted.

It was as if a hole had been punched in the sky, and endless raindrops poured through the clouds, pelting down on the team struggling to make their way up the mountain path.

As time went by, the rain showed no signs of abating; instead, it poured down harder and harder, each drop of rain pounding down from the sky like a fist, stinging the skin like needles.

"Zhang Wenze, aren't you supposed to be a water-type? Hurry up and activate Water Defense!" Dong Yu wiped the rain off his face and cursed at Zhang Wenze, who was standing next to him.

"Holy crap, do you think I'm as stupid as you?! I've already tried that, it doesn't work at all!"

Even the usually calm Zhang Wenze couldn't withstand this strange rain that couldn't be blocked by water magic, and he started cursing.

He An didn't speak, but simply opened his palm to catch a raindrop.

"Snapped!"

A raindrop the size of a bead landed on his hand, splashing into a tiny water droplet.

He An closed his eyes and carefully felt the raindrops. A thin layer of dark purple light seeped from his palm and covered his hand.

Although the raindrops were exactly the same as ordinary rainwater in terms of temperature, shape, texture, and even the splashes they made after hitting the ground, He An felt that something was missing.

He An continued to probe into the raindrop by condensing dark matter. A tiny, invisible remnant of magical energy was pulsating within it, guiding the raindrop's movements.

Upon seeing this remaining trace of magical energy, He An immediately understood the composition of this torrential rain.

He had experienced this magical energy during the Newcomer Beast Fighting Tournament; it was a type of mental magical energy!

The person who uses this kind of mind magic is not as strong as Ding Yumin, who is a victim of mind magic, but he is much stronger than Ding Yumin in the details.

He An slowly raised his head and looked at the indistinct outline of the dilapidated temple deep in the rain.

The entire downpour was probably part of a mind-based magic spell. From the moment the thunder roared, they had already stepped into a magic array. With the help of this magic array, the person behind the scenes could disperse their mind-based magic energy to every corner within a ten-mile radius.

This method of distribution may reduce the psychological influence attached to a single object, but when combined into a large array, the mutual influence of different objects can make this control so realistic that it is almost indistinguishable from reality.

The person behind such a large-scale formation must be at least a highly experienced high-level mind mage.

and.

He An looked at the familiar dark magic mixed in with the raindrops.

The dark magic practiced by this person in the temple is also quite sophisticated.

Deep within the temple.

In a sunless dungeon, a disheveled man sat cross-legged on the cold ground. His long hair, which had not been cut for many years, cascaded down like a black cloth, covering a large area of ​​the ground around him.

His face was buried behind his drooping hair, making it impossible to see his features. Only a pair of pale hands were visible, mechanically striking the wooden fish in front of him.

"Um?"

He slowly raised his head.

"Splash splash splash!!!"

The man slowly stood up, each subtle movement causing the thick chains binding him to clang with a dull metallic sound.

With his eyes closed, his right hand fingers flew incessantly, twinkling stars between them, as if sensing something.

"Looks like we have some important guests visiting!"

He sighed softly and let out a long breath.

The pitch-black aura landed on the ground and immediately ignited, black flames spreading silently and instantly engulfing the entire area.

The hair on the ground turned to ashes, and then became wrapped around the thick chains.

The chains, as cold as black ice, glowed crimson under the scorching black flames, and soon melted completely, turning into molten iron that was poured onto the dungeon floor.

His full head of black hair was burned away by the flames, revealing his pale face underneath.

An elegant dark monk's robe appeared on him.

"This humble monk must personally greet you."

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes upturned, and he smiled, as if he could see through the walls of the dungeon the crowd walking towards the temple in the pouring rain on the mountain path.

The dilapidated gate of the small temple was pushed open, and long-accumulated dust flew down from the door frame, assaulting the people who opened the door.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough! Why is there so much dust?"

Fu Yunshu was choked and took two steps back. While coughing violently, she pulled out a folding fan from her waist and fanned herself gently.

The crowd filed in behind him, their muddy feet making a sticky sound as they stepped on the bluestone floor tiles.

The interior of the main hall was dimly lit, and only the vague outlines of several Buddha statues on the platform could be vaguely seen.

"Radiance!" A soft, sweet voice rang out from the crowd.

Golden star trails flashed across the darkness, and a milky white light floated silently in front of everyone, illuminating the dilapidated hall that had been deserted for many years.

The moment the main hall lit up, everyone's attention was drawn to the Buddha statue directly in front of it.

A person was kneeling there.

A strange monk wearing a dark robe was kneeling on a dusty prayer mat in the center of the main hall.

He was wrapped up tightly from shoulder to toe, with only a section of his pale nape showing.

He stood with his back to the temple gate, facing the Buddha statue that stood in the main position, his posture devout.

With his knees together and back hunched, he tapped the black wooden fish made of some unknown material placed in front of him.

Facing the scorching gazes of the crowd behind him, which seemed capable of burning him to ashes, he did not turn around. Instead, he raised his right hand, gripped the wooden mallet, and slowly began to strike.

"Thump!"

A deep, resonant sound of a wooden fish echoed through the empty temple.

The Buddha statue seated at the head of the table seemed to be awakened by the sound of the wooden fish drum. It suddenly opened its eyes, a strange smile spreading across its lips, and a rumbling voice emanated from its belly: "The Buddha said: All beings have wishes. You—what are your wishes?"

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