Chapter 139: The Feast of Slaughter
They went crazy.
All gone crazy.
Wang Ruyi stared in astonishment at the scene before her.
Whether it was someone like Deng Changqing who went completely insane, or someone who still had a trace of sanity, they were all involved in this self-destructive massacre.
As the knife fell, immediately a disciple from the Three Teachings died under the hands of a companion, the knife splitting in two.
The bodhisattva picked up the two halves of the corpse from the ground and began to feast.
[The sixth]
This was a true "feast" of killing, where believers offered human sacrifices.
Dozens of arms held chunks of meat, lips slightly stained with paint, slowly and powerfully chewing on pieces of flesh and bone fragments.
The evil god indulged in his offering.
Seeing this scene, Fang Lingqing 's stomach churned, almost causing him to vomit.
At the same time, the barrier at the door seemed to weaken slightly.
Deng Changqing held a red-dyed dustpan in his hand.
He tapped Qiao Wan on the shoulder and angrily shouted, "The barrier! Has it been opened?!"
This is about the lives of our companions, we need to find a way out for ourselves!
As the only female ghost in the temple, Wang Ruyi was spared. She quickly approached Qiao Wan, holding her wedding dress, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
But before she could finish speaking, a swooshing sound came from behind, and a random sword flew in from somewhere.
Wang Ruyi's heart skipped a beat, and she almost blurted out a swear word. She quickly shook her head, picked up Qiao Wan, and dragged her to the side like a cocoon.
As Qiao Wan's hair fell, she rolled out with a muffled sound, propping herself up with her hands on the ground. She replied hoarsely, "I'm okay."
Being pushed to this extent, one would go insane, especially in such a narrow space, watching their companions die one by one.
They had to find a way out.
The problem was, what options did they have now?!
Qiao Wan lowered her head and looked at her own hand in a daze.
She now seems to only rely on her own fists.
She has swallowed power beads before, and also smashed the Vajra shield protecting Venerable One Miaofa.
Qiao Wan thought unwillingly, can't she break the barrier in front of the door?!
Just at this moment, a strange change occurred!
A burst of golden light poured down from above her head. Qiao Wan reacted quickly, immediately rolled on the ground, trying to roll out of the range of the golden light.
Unexpectedly, she was still a step too slow. A Vajra staff fell from the sky and struck the ground, "puchi" sound, piercing through her entire palm.
This Vajra staff fell on the back of her hand, and Qiao Wan seemed to clearly hear the sound of her bones shattering. Her palm hung down limp.
Great.
Qiao Wan thought expressionlessly.
Now she doesn't even have fists.
The "Bodhisattva" centipede smiled with narrowed eyes, and Qiao Wan could clearly see her reflection pinned to the ground in its eyes.
Can she use her divine consciousness?
In this moment, a thought suddenly came to Qiao Wan's mind.
As this thought came to her mind, Qiao Wan immediately took action.
She focused her mind and fiercely stabbed at the statue of Buddha in front of her!
Half a second later.
Qiao Wan spat out blood, her mind snapped back, and her ears buzzed.
It was useless.
The dim light fell on the smiling face of the Buddha statue. Just as the axe in its hand was about to fall, Qiao Wan , gasping for breath, pulled out the embedded Vajra staff from her palm and threw it fiercely towards the "Buddha".
The Centipede Buddha reacted quickly, shaking its head as the Vajra staff narrowly missed its ear and embedded itself into the painted wall behind.
At the same time, a silver wave suddenly burst forth.
Taking advantage of this distraction, Meng Canglang once again brandished his Canglang Sword.
The Centipede Buddha visibly weakened, its second rotund arm severed by Meng Canglang and rolling onto the ground.
"Shaolin Buddha" looked up, and Qiao Wan looked up at the same time.
Meng Canglang's situation was even more critical than hers.
On one side, he had to deal with Deng Changqing and the others who were on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and on the other side, he had to withstand the "Bodhisattva's" direct attack.
The young man, covered in blood, used his only remaining arm to stand in front of the "Bodhisattva".
He remained calm and composed, his demeanor unchanged.
The powerful Canglang Sword created a high water curtain with a mighty roar, standing in front of everyone like an unyielding wall, resisting the majority of the attacks.
"Taoist Friend Lu," Meng Canglang said, facing away from Qiao Wan, his voice clear amidst the sound of water, "Don't worry. I can still hold on."
"All of you taoist friends were brought here by me," Meng Canglang whispered, "Even if it costs me my life, I will ensure everyone's safety."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Canglang continued to fight fiercely against the Bodhisattva in front of him.
Qiao Wan did what she said she would. With her only remaining arm, she bravely withstood most of the attacks from "Bodhisattva".
She stood firmly, not taking a step back. Her body quickly turned red, and the blood almost dyed the water in front of her into a crimson sea.
Qiao Wan looked away and glanced down at her shattered palm bones.
She used her bones as a shield.
With great effort, she repaired her palm bones and didn't dare to catch her breath. She immediately rushed back to the barrier and raised her fist to continue smashing!
So many people had died, and the barrier had already weakened.
As unmoving as a mountain, as swift as lightning.
She had to be faster.
Only by being even faster and hitting harder would she be able to break through for sure.
Qiao Wan took a deep breath and widened her eyes.
This punch used all the strength in her body and slammed fiercely against the barrier!
As her fist made contact with the barrier, her finger bones, all the way to her wrist bones, shattered into pieces.
Qiao Wan took a deep breath.
She continued to use her bones as a shield.
She fixed her broken fist, and after that, she twisted her wrist and continued to smash.
When Fang Lingqing saw this scene with his own eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he felt like he couldn't even breathe.
Lu Cixian was using his own body to fight against this barrier, is he crazy?!
Looking ahead, Meng Canglang stood firmly in front of the Buddha, and looking back, Lu Cixian gritted his teeth and smashed with all his might. These two people who were strangers with only a brief encounter, in this situation, trusted each other without a doubt.
Two lunatics.
Fang Lingqing smiled bitterly, tightened the headband behind his head, and managed to stand up against the wall unsteadily.
Who wants to die?
Wang Ruyi looked shocked and said, "Will we...will you...die?"
Liu Xinwen held his chest and leaned against the wall, also stunned by the distorted shadows in front of him.
Liu Xinwen and Fang Lingqing were hurt and unable to fight back, so they were the main targets of attack.
One of the boys took a deep breath and turned his head. His eyes were red and immediately fell upon Liu Xinwen's face.
Liu Xinwen held his chest, unable to believe what was happening.
The boy's eyes filled with tears as he raised the sword in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Liu... Liu, my taoist friend, I... I didn't want this either."
But he also wanted to leave.
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the plate of human flesh on the incense table, stained with blood.
The boy instantly broke down and tears streamed down his face.
He didn't want to become a victim on that incense table.
As long as they killed a few more... sacrificed a few more people to the Buddha, they would be able to leave. Maybe they didn't need to sacrifice so many. Each sacrifice made the barrier weaker. Perhaps if they killed one more, Lu Cixian could shatter the barrier.
The boy cried while raising the sword towards Liu Xinwen.
Just as the swordlight was about to fall on Liu Xinwen's head, Fang Lingqing, with his broken leg, managed to drag Liu Xinwen out before the swordlight reached him.
Liu Xinwen: "Taoist Friend Fang?"
Fang Lingqing could only force a bitter smile.
Having a broken leg wasn't a big deal, because eventually he could return.
For now, the most troublesome problem was how to survive in this temple!
Fang Lingqing looked up and saw Meng Canglang, who was fighting fiercely with his remaining arm covered in blood. Fang Lingqing clenched his teeth and quickly picked up the fallen hand from the ground, carefully placing Meng Canglang's arm under his own arm.
This hand was pale and slender, with strong joints, a hand made for gripping a sword.
He had to protect Meng Senior's arm, the young scholar gritted his teeth, knowing that it needed to be reattached later.
Blood from the arm soaked Fang Lingqing's chest. He then lifted his head and looked at the stunned Liu Xinwen. He grabbed the man and shoved him under the incense table, before quickly squeezing himself in as well.
"Wait and see," Fang Lingqing said with a serious expression on his face.
He and Liu Xinwen were both wounded from the fight, so if they went out now, they would be like moving targets.
At this moment, they had to hide, and there was nothing else they could do.
Qiao Wan continued to smash her fists down.
Finally, she managed to crack open a shallow slit in the barrier at the door.
Qiao Wan's heart fluttered with excitement. She couldn't waste any time and kept throwing punches!
Each punch was stronger than the last!
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!
With the final punch, it felt like her anger was unleashed and sparked intense electric flashes!
Finally, one punch blasted a large hole through the barrier at the door!
The night breeze rushed in through the opening with a whooshing sound.
"It's broken..."
Everyone, who had been focused on their attacks, stopped and looked at the barrier. They were delighted and exclaimed, "The barrier is broken!"
Although there was a crack in the barrier, a layer of golden light swept across it. As the golden light distorted, the barrier quickly began to repair itself, slowly closing the gaps.
"One by one!" Qiao Wan whispered, "One by one, go out!"
Meng Canglang didn't even look at the temple gate. "You go first, I'll stay behind."
Qiao Wan glanced deeply at Meng Canglang and silently guarded the temple gate, throwing out the people inside one by one. The first one to be thrown out was Wang Ruyi, who was closest to her.
One.
Two.
Three.
Qiao Wan had never been so nervous in her life. Her mouth was dry, and her heart pounded like a drum.
Her gaze fell on the barrier.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the crack in the door had closed to half a person's size.
"Hurry, go out!"
Fang Lingqing pulled Liu Xinwen as they just crawled out of the hole, and immediately the crack behind them shrank by two inches.
Meng Canglang fought and retreated, until he reached the door and whispered, "Taoist Friend Lu, you go first."
Qiao Wan pressed her lips together, without hesitation, she quickly crawled out of the crack. Fang Lingqing and the others quickly reached out their hands to pull her.
The crack was about to close.
Through a golden shimmering barrier, they could only see the back of Meng Canglang as he lifted his sword.
Fang Lingqing exclaimed, "Brother Meng!"
Emerging from a crack in the wall, Qiao Wan immediately reached out towards the temple gate and shouted, "Taoist Friend Meng!"
Her hand was firmly grasped by a warm and gentle palm.
Separated by the barrier, Qiao Wan and Meng Canglang exchanged glances.
They intuitively dove into the crack, one pushing forward with determination while the other gritted their teeth and pulled from outside.
Meanwhile, the barrier was closing faster and faster.
Qiao Wan held the crack with her elbows, even hearing the sound of something sinking into her muscles. She relentlessly pressed forward, breaking through the flesh to reveal bone, grinding against the bone with a nauseating sound.
Qiao Wan was covered in cold sweat, her trembling lips silent as she continued to pull back.
In the moment the barrier closed shut, she forcefully pulled Meng Canglang out!
Qiao Wan and Meng Canglang rolled on the ground due to inertia, then fell down together.
Behind them, the golden light at the temple gate shimmered, and the protective barrier closed intact, blocking out the bloody scene.
Ignoring her own bloody arm, Qiao Wan immediately went to check on Meng Canglang's condition.
The young man's dark hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his face. His arm was still bleeding.
Noticing Qiao Wan's gaze, Meng Canglang looked up.
In that moment when their eyes met, Qiao Wan froze and her breath caught.
Something was wrong.
What was it?
There was something off about those eyes...
As if to confirm her suspicions, there was a sudden loud bang from the protective barrier behind them!
Qiao Wan quickly turned her head to look.
There was still someone inside the barrier!
The young man's back hit the barrier hard. He turned his head to look outside, revealing a face identical to Meng Canglang's.
Qiao Wan's eyes widened with fear.
Meng Canglang seemed to have seen the person outside the temple gate, and yet, he seemed not to have seen them.
The boundary has closed, blocking every possible way.
Qiao Wan turned her head and immediately met the gaze of a lifeless face. The dark, rigid eyes stared silently at her.
The Meng Canglang she had struggled to drag outside turned out to be a paper figure!
