As soon as Xin Hui finished speaking, he seemed to realize his mistake and quickly clasped his hands together, closing his eyes and bowing to the west.
"Amitabha, I have committed a sin. I will copy the sutras one hundred times as punishment."
After saying these words, Xin Hui lifted his head again and looked calmly at Li Huowang. After carefully examining him for a moment, he nodded slightly. "I know what this is about. Xuan Yang, please come with me."
Surrounded by the monks, Li Huowang had no choice but to follow. Xin Hui didn't take them anywhere else but back to the site of the carved Buddha statue. "Xuan Yang, did you see the dirt here earlier?"
Li Huowang was stunned by everything in front of him. The unfinished stone statues that had turned into meat mountains seemed to be playing a joke on him as they reappeared in front of him. "How is this possible?"
"Please follow me," Xin Hui said, leading Li Huowang forward. They passed the area with the sculpted Buddha statues and arrived at the place where they had seen livestock before.
There were no animals here, only the unfinished stone qilin and lion statues arranged neatly and silently. Suddenly, Xin Hui drew the long sword from behind Li Huowang and swung it with force, beheading one of the lion statues.
Xin Hui picked up the stone lion head and placed it in Li Huowang's hand. Li Huowang touched it with his fingers, feeling the texture and weight. It was real!
"How is this possible?" Li Huowang was confused and walked over to touch the other sculptures one by one, realizing they were all real.
Finally, he stood at the door of the main hall and saw a majestic stone Buddha sitting on a lotus throne, holding a bowl in his left hand and pointing to the ground with his right hand. "This is impossible! I saw it clearly before. How can it be fake?"
Xin Hui sighed lightly. "Amitabha, your illness is serious, Xuan Yang."
Li Huowang turned to Xin Hui in astonishment. "Is it my illness? Were those all hallucinations?"
Xin Hui nodded gently. "You know your own illness better than we do."
"Is it because I've eaten too much Black Tai Sui? Am I hallucinating again?" Li Huowang held his head in pain and muttered to himself.
Hearing this, the monks nearby whispered and discussed with disgust.
"If there's nothing else, we should ask him to leave quickly. If he has a fit and hurts someone, it won't be good."
"Shh!" Xin Hui's words silenced all the monks.He walked into the temple and lit four incense sticks. Then he turned around and handed them to Li Huowang. "It's not a big deal to trouble us Buddhist disciples, but it's not good to disturb the Buddha. Please give a good offering to the Buddha."
"Offering?" Li Huowang's eyes flickered between the Buddha, Xin Hui, and the four incense sticks. His muscles tensed up.
"Donor, what are you waiting for? You were at fault first." Xin Hui extended the four incense sticks in her hand.
In Li Huowang's mind, he recalled the wriggling monster and the mass of monks on its body again. If that thing was real, wouldn't he be feeding it by offering incense?
"Donor, what are you hesitating about?"
Li Huowang looked at Xin Hui, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face. He touched the genuine stone lion in his hand, and looked up at the bright sun above his head.
Li Huowang threw the lion's head away, took the incense sticks with both hands, and slowly walked towards the statue. He walked very slowly, and his body and mind were highly tense, with cold sweat on his forehead.
But no matter how slow he walked, Li Huowang eventually arrived under the Buddha statue. The Buddha was still the Buddha, and had not turned into the disgusting monster.
Li Huowang held the incense sticks in both hands, stood in front of the incense burner, and looked up again. From this angle, he could see the giant Buddha looking at him with indifferent eyes, making him feel reverence in his heart.
As Li Huowang raised the incense sticks above his head, the four incense sticks trembled lightly, and white smoke spun in the air, drifting towards the top of the temple.
After Li Huowang bowed three times with the incense, he solemnly inserted it into the incense burner and turned around to leave the temple.
As the conflict was resolved, the group of monks gradually dispersed and returned to their positions to continue carving, with the sound of "ding ding" echoing in the air.
Xin Hui and Li Huowang walked slowly along the stone brick road in the middle of the statue towards the outside.
"Xuan Yang, since your illness is so severe, don't run around anymore. Wait for the Pu Du Da Zhai ceremony with peace of mind," Xin Hui said while turning the Buddhist beads in her hand.
"Although your illness is troublesome, compared to Danyang Zi, your illness is undoubtedly less dangerous. One mouthful of food at a time, one thing at a time," she continued.
Li Huowang looked up again at the sunny sky above his head, stretched his hands high and yawned. "Abbot, is there a way to cure my hysteria in the Zhengde Temple?"
"Well... I can let my disciple try, but whether it will be successful or not is uncertain. After all, we do not have the inheritance of Huang Qi," the abbot replied.
"It's okay, I'm just asking casually. After being crazy for so long, I'm used to it," Li Huowang said indifferently. "By the way, abbot, how did you do that just now? How did the thing in my arms suddenly end up in your hands?"
"Hehehe, it's just a small trick, nothing to be ashamed of."
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"Abbot, don't be modest at this time. If you're not ashamed, what am I? I'm not even as good as a bug," Li Huowang said.
"Xuan Yang, things are not calculated this way. Look at Danyang Zi, although his strength is not as good as mine, he was still considered middle tier outside. But in the end, he was still defeated by me," the abbot said."Are people like Danyang Zi only in the middle level? How much more powerful are those in the upper level? Abbot, among experts like you, is there a difference in strength?"
"There is, but things like the Yellow Emperor and the universe are just nonsense made up by boring people. Monks do not seek fame and do not care about these things."
The two walked for a long time and talked a lot on this not-so-long road. Li Huowang also gained a lot of useful information about this world from Xin Hui's mouth.
When they left the carving site, Li Huowang stopped and bowed to Xin Hui, "Thank you, Abbot, for enlightening me."
"No need to thank me. It's just a small favor. Xuan Yang, you are not feeling well, so go back and rest first."
After exchanging pleasantries, Li Huowang looked around and did not see the old monk's figure. He turned and walked towards his residence.
He walked slowly, looking like he was thinking about something heavy on his mind.
After half an hour, Li Huowang finally arrived at his residence. As he closed the door, his expression suddenly became ferocious. He clenched his fists and pounded the wall with force.
Although he didn't know how those monks confused his senses, as a patient who alternated between hallucinations and reality for a long time, Li Huowang was extremely sensitive to these things.
The feeling the big Buddha gave him just now was obviously not right. It felt like the hospital in his hallucinations, with an indescribable smell.
"All those stone carvings are fake! The big Buddha is also fake! They are all created by illusions!! What I saw before was not a hallucination at all!"
