EBE #448 - Demon Monk Wumo
#448 - Demon Monk Wumo
With all preparations complete, Li Chengfeng once again hid within the Life Realm space, manipulating it to drift slowly towards the main hall of Dizang Temple.
He longed to see the Abbot in person, and being within the Life Realm space allowed him to observe external events while remaining undetectable to those outside.
Now, his Life Realm space had expanded to ten thousand acres, vast and hidden, providing him with excellent concealment.
Upon arriving at Dizang Temple, Li Chengfeng directly entered the Abbot's Hall. Inside, a massive statue of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was enshrined, half-Buddha and half-demon, exuding an eerie solemnity.
Buddha's light shone universally, radiating divine power, while demonic energy surged like a turbulent ocean, concealing hidden dangers.
This place was both a sacred Buddhist site and home to demon-cultivating disciples, coexisting with Buddhist monks, creating a unique blend of Buddhism and demonism.
Monk Jingxin was one of the Buddhist monks, while the demon cultivators often engaged in slaughter. Both groups maintained their positions, without interfering with each other.
While exploring Dizang Temple, Li Chengfeng paid special attention to the training grounds, secluded cultivation chambers, and spiritual herb cultivation area.
In the spiritual herb garden, he discovered many rare herbs, and also saw many poisonous plants and poison pills made from them.
This reminded him of those demon cultivators who specialized in poison, and the highly poisonous heart he had suppressed in the blood pool.
The demons attempted to use this poison to kill the monks of Dizang Temple. In his opinion, there must be some connection here, the fundamental problem he hadn't grasped.
Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng increasingly felt that the upcoming developments would be full of interest and variables.
Li Chengfeng did not go to the secluded cultivation chambers, but instead guided the Life Realm space to descend upon the Precepts Monastery.
This place was specifically for punishing monks who violated the temple rules, filled with evil energy, and permeated with the resentment of slaughter and bloodshed.
Poisonous fog and miasma lingered persistently. Li Chengfeng sat quietly within the Life Realm space, observing all of this.
As the bright moon hung in the sky, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, shaking the entire monastery.
The monks within the temple, whether demon monks or Buddhist monks, seemed accustomed to it, each busy with their own tasks, either cultivating, crafting, or meditating.
However, Li Chengfeng noticed something unusual. Under the moonlight, on the altar, a huge demonic shadow slowly rose, as if trying to devour the entire moonlight.
He immediately used his divine sense to investigate and discovered a secret chamber hidden beneath the demonic shadow, filled with complex formations, imprisoning an old man—a demon monk named Wumo.
Wumo was surrounded by endless demonic energy, and the potent poison contained within was constantly corroding the restrictions above through demonic artifacts, but these restrictions were slowly repairing themselves.
It turned out that these were all enchanted formations, and only the nine relics left behind by late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators floating around, with their滔天Buddha's light, could suppress him.
Li Chengfeng stroked his chin, a smile playing on his lips.
He realized that this demon monk must have suffered a demonic deviation due to cultivating the demonic path, and was therefore imprisoned here.
A suspicion arose in his heart: Could it really be so? He decided to investigate thoroughly, perhaps he could unravel the mystery of this demonic nature.
In his view, knowing oneself and one's enemy is essential for victory. To retreat safely from Dizang Temple and deliver the bone implant to the Abbot, he must first deeply understand the history of Dizang Temple.
He had originally planned that if the Abbot was benevolent, he would meet with him; if not, he would place the bone implant at his door, which would be considered fulfilling Jingxin's request.
But since the demons escorted the demon heart here, a sense of sorrow arose in his heart, suspecting that Dizang Temple was somehow connected to the demons.
However, according to Leng Xiaoyao's information, Dizang Temple was not among the sects associated with the demons. This made him wonder: Why would the demons send the demon heart here?
To uncover the layers of mysteries behind that door leading to the unknown, and to directly face the lurking threats—Sauron and the impending demon crisis—Li Chengfeng had to embark on a journey of exploration full of thorns.
He quietly activated the subtle power of the Life Realm space, like a lurking hunter, quietly hibernating in the dark, monitoring this cursed land for days and nights without rest.
After nearly four or five days of careful observation, Li Chengfeng gradually captured the hidden patterns of this place: whenever the bright moon hung in the sky, on the night of the fifteenth, the world seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, the demonic energy surging and surging, almost tearing apart this fragile balance.
The imprisoned demon monk, the demonic power lurking within his body, also went out of control, the poisonous gas spreading like vines. If it weren't for the heavy formations laid down by the nine major forces, he would have broken free and wreaked havoc.
And at this moment, although his power had not recovered, once out of control, his destructive power would be enough to make people shudder, plunging the entire world into endless darkness and slaughter.
Li Chengfeng thought to himself, this demon monk is undoubtedly Dizang Temple's deeply hidden ultimate weapon, a terrifying existence that can turn the tide in desperate situations.
Imagine, if a powerful enemy were to approach, releasing him would be enough to shock all directions.
However, in this dark abyss, the demon monk became a cultivator, using the complex underground veins to absorb the poisonous miasma from Hell Island deep in the ocean, converting it into a part of his own cultivation.
These poisonous gases were originally the curse of the ocean, ruthlessly drawn here by the earth veins. Over time, this place became Hell Island, which the world turned pale at the mention of.
The existence of Dizang Temple is to guard this land, not to let the poisonous gas leak out and harm the common people. They gather the poisonous gas here, not only as a test for the demon monk, but also as a way to tame his power.
Whenever the demon monk cultivates, the inner demons stir, wanting to devour his reason. At this time, the high monks in the temple will be compassionate, chanting the Mind-Calming Buddhist mantra, dispelling the inner demons for the demon monk, maintaining this delicate symbiotic relationship.
On this day, it was another full moon night, the demonic shadow erupted again, and the firelight set up by the nine gates flickered, suppressing it.
What Li Chengfeng was waiting for was this moment, because he knew that only when the demonic domain was at its most violent would the demon monk wake up from his slumber.
He seemed docile, but in fact, he was most dangerous at this time, just like the calm before the storm.
As the wind blew, the Life Realm space slowly approached. Li Chengfeng's mind moved, and he stepped into the hellish space.
The poisonous and demonic energy that permeated here was the best nourishment for the hellish space.
As he approached, the restrictions tried to block him, but for him, these restrictions were like nothing.
With the Nine Profound Dragon Array, the Soul-Banning Treasure Canon, and Qingyin's Wind of Heaven and Earth, his array skills had reached their peak, and there were no more obstacles here.
He easily broke the restrictions and stepped into it, and then the restrictions returned to their original state, without causing the slightest ripple.
At this time, it was quiet all around, and no monks came, because they were used to the silence of the full moon night, and any intruder might encounter misfortune.
The demon monk Wumo, with a thin body, haggard face, and disheveled hair, was bound by nine chains, sitting cross-legged on a futon, his eyes bloodshot, and poisonous gas overflowing.
Facing a vortex in front, a young man in a black robe suddenly appeared, his clothes fluttering in the wind, the restrictions in his eyes rising and falling, like the intertwining of the end of the world and rebirth, profound and unpredictable.
Wumo opened his mouth, revealing his森森sharp teeth, his voice low and majestic: "Boy, you have great courage! You dare to break in on the night of the full moon. You are not a monk of Dizang Temple. Are you not afraid that I will swallow you in one bite?"
After saying that, he smiled contemptuously, "With your little strength, in front of me, you are nothing but an ant."