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Chapter 104: The Prison of Peaceful Mountain
Chapter 104: The Prison of Peaceful Mountain
The believers' expressions grew increasingly calm, and the devotion in their eyes was genuine.
Amid the orderly, low-pitched chanting,
Hong Lei silently scanned them, but instead of feeling peaceful and serene, he felt a sense of unease.
Turning around, he exited the hall and anxiously looked at Shen Yi, "Lord Shen, what should we do now?"
It seemed they had found the right place.
But the scene before them could not be considered solid evidence.
The matter was no longer a simple private grudge. Along the way, Hong Lei had also heard that Lord Shen had forcefully suppressed most of the younger generation in Qingzhou City with an overwhelmingly dominant stance at Grand Harmony Pavilion.
He had left almost no room for compromise! At this moment, countless eyes within the city had temporarily put aside their hostility, quietly awaiting the outcome.
If he couldn't maintain the previous decisiveness and swiftly deal with the Vajra Sect,
He would show weakness in front of everyone.
They would realize that Lord Shen wasn't as confident and dominant as he seemed, and they would launch an endless counterattack.
Not to mention other underhanded tactics, at the very least, there would be piles of petitions on the Commander's desk accusing "Lord Shen" of abuse of power, favoritism, and perversion of justice! And this wasn't just from the outside, but even within the Demon Suppressing Bureau.
These deputy commanders and captains trusted Lord Shen so much that he had gained a reputation surpassing that of a typical personal guard captain.
But this newly established reputation needed time to solidify, and if it encountered a problem right from the start...
"Get up!"
Two deputy commanders from the inner camp flipped over the little monk on the ground and coldly asked, "What are you up to? Where is your abbot?"
"The abbot... he's not here, Lord. We were just guiding the believers in Qi cultivation and meditation. What are you going to do?"
Before the little monk could finish speaking, he saw the youth with the Yin-Yang Fish embroidery on his collar approach slowly, wanting to beg for mercy. But the youth lifted his hand and pulled open the monk's robe, and his long fingers swiftly pressed against the monk's flesh and bones.
"Just started training?"
Shen Yi retracted his hand and straightened up.
"What are you talking about, Lord? What training?" The little monk's heart raced, and just as he was about to explain, he let out a sharp, painful scream, "Ahh!"
The clean, tall boots carelessly crushed his arm, and the snapping sound was crisp and clear.
Shen Yi, who had been quietly observing, now slowly walked towards the front of the hall, and the aura of the Jade Dew Realm swiftly swept through, dispersing all the wisps of blue smoke within.
Almost simultaneously, all the believers looked up in confusion, their joy gradually fading, replaced by a heart-wrenching pain.
They clutched their robes, and their necks bulged with strained veins.
Soon, the chanting turned into painful low howls, and everyone forcefully flapped their nostrils, but no matter what, they couldn't feel the previous happiness.
"Master! I'll write a letter, I'll write a letter home right now! I'll definitely call my grandson to come and meditate with me!"
"Please, show us some mercy!"
Someone stumbled to their feet, looking as if their vitality had been drained, like a walking corpse, and pleaded, "Give me paper and pen..."
The people from the Demon Suppressing Bureau, including Hong Lei, were slightly startled, and then they all furrowed their brows.
Shen Yi pushed up the sleeves of his robe, revealing his thin, claw-like hands, and the golden light in his eyes flickered again!
In the hazy vision, there was still alternating white mist and golden light, and after an unknown amount of time, a faint trace of scarlet finally emerged from below.
He retracted his Aura Scanning Technique and strode forward. He stood in front of the Buddha statue.
His five fingers clenched into a fist and then suddenly struck out! As the clay Buddha statue shattered, a secret passageway was revealed amidst the smoke and dust.
"You two stay here and keep watch."
Shen Yi stepped down, and the two deputy commanders from the inner camp bowed in acknowledgment.
Hong Lei let out a sigh of relief and quickly followed, "They kept so many people on the mountain and even built a secret passageway. It can't be just for collecting incense offerings."
Before he could finish speaking, his face turned pale, and he covered his mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit. He continued to follow behind Shen Yi.
After an unknown amount of time, they reached the end of the quiet staircase. The ground beneath their feet was slippery and muddy, emitting a nauseating mixture of various foul odors—excrement, blood, and a pungent stench.
On both sides were prison cells made of black iron bars.
Apart from the iron bars, the prison cells retained the original appearance of the stone grotto, with the only facility being a stone channel where excrement and some medicinal powder were mixed.
Inside the filthy stone channel.
Several bodies lay with their upper halves submerged, allowing themselves to be soaked in the mixture of excrement and food. Their pale, emaciated faces were smeared with feces, and their unfocused eyes mindlessly swallowed the mush, looking filthy and no different from a group of pigs.
Swallowing a few mouthfuls, he lay on the stone channel and used his tongue to lick the medicinal powder, his eyes bulging with a crazed look. His body convulsed violently until he was exhausted, his gaze fixed and dull as he squirmed on the slippery ground.
A few people crawled some distance, reached out, and grabbed the iron bars, stupidly squeezing their heads out, making a loud clanging sound.
Hong Lei glanced at the endless rows of prison cells on either side, not even bothering to count the number of prisoners.
In a world plagued by demons, he had witnessed worse situations.
But this was the first time he had encountered such a disgusting environment.
"Can that old man really stay in a place like this?"
Hong Lei didn't even want to use the term 'fake beggar' anymore.
"Maybe he's used to it by now."
Shen Yi responded softly and continued walking forward.
According to Zhang Butcher's account, even if you count from the time when Zen Master Yuanzhi was killed, it was still many years ago.
"Why does he keep these people here?"
Hong Lei was perplexed. If he liked keeping things, why not just raise pigs?
Shen Yi stopped and nodded.
Hong Lei followed his gaze and saw two elderly men holding wooden buckets, pouring the liquid inside into a large pit.
The thick red liquid churned, with streaks of white foam and blood clots mixed within.
The two men put down their buckets and looked out coldly, as if they had known Shen Yi was coming, but their faces showed no panic.
They stood quietly by the pool, as if declaring something. One of them spoke in a calm tone, "You two patrons came a step too late. You would have died here."
Looking at the two somewhat familiar faces, Hong Lei quickly recognized their identities. They were both senior experts from the Vajra Sect who had achieved a high level of cultivation, no weaker than Elder Benxin.
"It's no use," he sighed, placing his hand on his sword sheath. "Today, no matter what, you must give me one."
"I'll give you both," Shen Yi said.
Hong Lei tugged at the corners of his mouth, about to decline politely, but his gaze was also drawn to the blood pool.
The churning surface became more intense, as if boiling, visibly reducing at a rapid pace.
Soon, a bald head emerged.
His pale face was clean-shaven, and his eyes, which were open, were filled with bloodshot veins, devoid of any spirit or intelligence.
In the next breath, the blood pool completely merged into his body. His skin rippled with alternating shades of dark and light, devoid of any demonic aura. Instead, it exuded a harmonious yin-yang balance, and his aura was thick and solid. Sitting cross-legged, the abbot's reflection resembled a Demon Subduing Bodhisattva.
"Not through countless ages to obtain the Dharmakaya..."
The abbot slowly stood up, his movements stiff, and his voice sounded like delirious muttering.
"Huh?" Hong Lei gripped the sword handle tightly.
How could these words be interpreted like this? Was it about attaining the fruit position without going through countless kalpas and then sharing the hardships with others to obtain the Dharmakaya?
Was this old man reading the sutras literally?
"Thank you..."
"Thank you..."
The abbot's body convulsed, and he clasped his hands together towards the prison. He then embraced the two Vajra Sect elders, expressing immense gratitude.
Under their seemingly thin arms, the two elders, who were no weaker than Elder Benxin, didn't have a chance to speak before their eyes bulged out of their sockets. Their bodies emitted a teeth-grating creaking sound.
As he released their arms, these two experts, no weaker than Elder Benxin, had already died on the spot, collapsing limply like rotten meat on the ground.
The abbot stared at the ground in confusion, then grinned and cackled, "May we now attain the fruit and become jewel kings, and liberate such a multitude of sentient beings... I have attained perfection, and was about to liberate you, but you are not destined to receive it..."
As he spoke, he suddenly soared up, and the thick stone wall in front of him crumbled like tofu, and in an instant, he burst out of the dungeon!
"..."
Hong Lei stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground, his heart sinking to the bottom of a valley.
He had heard that the abbot of the Vajra Sect had attained half a volume of the Core Condensation Body Tempering Art, but he had never believed in the existence of a 'Half-Honored Core Condensation' in the mortal world.
But the previous scene had completely shattered his understanding.
"Thank you."
Just then, someone patted his shoulder lightly.
Hong Lei instinctively hugged himself, then saw Shen Yi's fingertips holding a strand of dark and light-colored breath, which he placed into his waist silver bell. She then turned and quickly walked towards the exit.
"What are you thanking me for?"
(End of Chapter)
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