Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Dianyi.

Jinzhen Temple, Jade Buddha Hall.

Outside the hall is a large platform, on which are many magnificent buildings in a cross shape. On the roof of the hall is a Khmer tower. The hall is surrounded by twelve-cornered pillars, each with a lotus flower capital, which are exquisitely and elegantly carved.

The four walls inside the hall are painted with murals, all depicting envoys of high moral character and prestige throughout history.

The doors and windows are square with pointed roofs, and the frames are covered with gold leaf and stained glass. The door and window panels are inlaid with jade, making them extremely luxurious.

In the center of the hall is a solemn and sacred golden Buddha, and at the base of the pagoda are twenty golden monkeys supporting the pagoda.

Outside, believers walked back and forth, each with a solemn and composed expression, their hands clasped together, and they would bow respectfully before the golden Buddha.

At that moment, the bells of the clock tower rang.

One by one, the believers withdrew.

An old monk emerged from behind the Buddha statue, wearing a red robe, fiddling with prayer beads in his hands. His hair was gray, and although he looked old, his body was not.

He stood still before the Buddha, his eyes, which should have been cloudy, were unusually clear. He stood upright and looked up at the tall and sacred Buddha statue.

The wrinkles on his face were clearly defined in his sharp, eagle-like eyes; upon closer inspection, they looked like unreal human skin.

As the final bell tolled, a sleek, bald-headed young monk rushed in from outside the hall, calling out, "Master!"

He shouted, then quickly suppressed his voice.

No noise is allowed inside the Buddhist temple.

After calming his anxious emotions, he hurriedly whispered, "Master, something bad has happened to Third Senior Brother. He can no longer draw spirits into his body, and his mental state is not good either."

He walked toward the figure in front of the Buddha. Upon hearing his voice, the figure's eyes immediately changed, transforming from sharp as a knife to kind and benevolent in an instant.

He seemed like a truly enlightened monk.

He kept a straight face, turning the prayer beads in his hand, his body turning slowly and sluggishly like an old man.

"What's going on? Don't make noise in front of the Buddha. Have you forgotten what I taught you?" The voice was firm and powerful, and the last part echoed in the hall, frightening the little monk into shrinking back and lowering his head.

"Yes, Master."

The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the Buddha statue, but his face still showed anxiety.

"But what about Third Senior Brother..."

His third senior brother treated him like an elder brother. In his heart, his third senior brother was family, all-powerful, and would never come back injured no matter what happened.

This time, his condition was very strange.

The old monk paused, glancing at the Buddha statue again before saying, "Let's go, take me to see it."

"Yes."

After the young monk straightened up, he immediately stepped forward to help him up.

The entire Jinzhen Temple was surrounded by tourists, but some areas were closed to the public.

The two walked towards the outside of the hall, passed through the crowd, and soon arrived at a side hall.

Most of the crowd's attention was on the two of them. When they entered a certain place, some people tried to follow them but were stopped.

There were two young monks by the side hall door. When they saw the old monk, they opened the door for him.

"Bianyi, how's the situation?"

The old monk stepped over the threshold and went inside. There was a man in plain clothes who didn't seem to be from the temple. He greeted him and replied:

"Brother Bianyi is not in good condition; he may have injured his head."

"Who injured him?" The old monk's eyes narrowed. "Has he been taken to the hospital?"

"I've seen him. The hospital said that Third Brother's brain is fine, he just suffered a shock. There are no external injuries, but he's been mentally unstable ever since he came back."

The young monk who was helping him replied one after another.

"As for who injured him, we don't know yet."

The old monk walked straight to the bedside, stopped a meter away, and began to turn his prayer beads. His tone was solemn, like the distant sound of a bell.

"Debate one!"

The man lying on the bed was dressed in a black robe, only revealing the upper half of his forehead; the rest of his skin was covered by the robe, making it impossible to discern his appearance.

His eyes were closed, and his body twitched intermittently.

The man seemed to hear a sound, but he couldn't wake up at all.

The old monk then instructed, "Help him up and let him sit on the edge of the bed."

The young monk and the man in plainclothes stood up and argued, "Third senior brother, wake up."

The little monk's face was full of worry, and he called out a few more times in concern.

"Alright, don't cause Master Huide any more trouble."

The man in plain clothes obediently made Bianyi kneel down by the bedside and gave him a low warning.

The little monk covered his mouth and quickly fell silent.

Master is about to perform a ritual to guide the spirit; we must not disturb him.

The old monk wrapped the prayer beads around his right wrist several times. He extended three index fingers, his eyes sharpening, and formed a hand seal, tapping Bianyi's forehead.

"Bianyi, wake up."

However... as time passed, he did not wake up.

“Take off his black robe.”

The old monk immediately gave the order.

"Master, my third senior brother..."

The young monk hesitated.

"Take off!"

The voice is undeniable.

After hesitating for a moment, the young monk finally stripped Bianyi of his black robe.

Beneath the black robe, the man's face, arms, and neck were completely exposed to the air, revealing a dense array of scars of varying colors, pitted and uneven, enough to give anyone goosebumps.

The old monk made a hand seal with both hands, drew a talisman on Bianyi's forehead with his right hand, and finally touched Bianyi's chest with two fingers.

The man seemed extremely insecure, as if he was trying to force himself to wake up.

No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't wake up.

It's that woman!!

The woman on the plane.

Struggling...

"Ah!" he howled, fully awakened.

"Third Senior Brother!"

After performing the ritual, the old monk stood to one side, watching intently as the breath he exhaled came out of his mouth.

Gray, revealing an eerie red.

He calculated the divination with his fingers, but found nothing.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; fortune telling is not without merit.

Debate number one is going to be in trouble...

For centuries, a saying has circulated among the people: if someone goes to a fortune teller and, after the reading, the fortune teller tells them they don't need to pay for the reading, that person will burst into tears! Why would they not only be unhappy about not paying for the reading, but would actually cry?

One possibility is that this person's lifespan is nearing its end.

Secondly, those facing imminent disaster and unable to avoid it should not be accepted.

Those who have no further good fortune will not be accepted.

His disciple must have offended someone, because it meant that he would never have any luck in the rest of his life.

Even he himself was almost unable to clear the turbid air from his body.

"Master, I met a woman, she..." Bianyi's voice suddenly changed as he saw his black robe being removed, his face contorted in a frenzy, "Get out! All of you get out! Where's my robe! Where's my robe!"

Bianyi covered his face tightly, Zhang Wuji was extremely disgusted with the little monk and the other man.

"Debate 1".

The old monk's tone was drawn out, carrying a hint of reprimand, and his eyes, like sharp swords, pierced through Bianyi's forehead.