**Chapter 260: Pollution Source Destruction Plan, Success!**
Luxianbei gathered spiritual energy in her eyes, feeling a burning sensation from her gaze, and her vision suddenly blurred.
When her sight became clear again, a familiar deep red flow of light filled the entire Zawen Temple.
It was much richer than what she had seen in the market!
As far as she could see, it seemed like the whole world was drenched in a sea of bl**d.
Her gaze fell on a tall monk who had suddenly climbed up high, shouting hoarsely. She saw that his body was crawling with deep red “flesh and bl**d,” writhing on his skin, looking as if he had turned into a bl**d gourd.
Immediately after, the scenes of the past reappeared.
The tall monk sat cross-legged, staring blankly at the sky, his eyes numb and lost.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a young monk rushed over and squatted beside him, his brow furrowed as he asked, “Senior brother, senior brother, there’s a problem! I can’t sense the existence of the Miracle Flower anymore!”
“How could that be?” The tall monk withdrew his gaze and looked at the young monk, murmuring, “The Miracle Flower is right there… the Miracle Flower is right there… right there…”
“Where, senior brother?” the young monk asked, puzzled.
“It’s right there!” The tall monk raised a hand and pointed ahead, a stiff smile appearing on his face, as if an invisible force was pulling at the corners of his mouth, which was creepy.
Following the direction the tall monk pointed, an unsettling deep red seemed to rise silently from the ground, like a plant breaking through the earth, spreading in all directions.
“There?” The young monk tilted his head, “But senior brother, there’s nothing there!”
“How could that be?” The tall monk stood up, pacing behind the young monk, and gently turned his head back toward the advancing deep red, “Look closely!”
In the midst of their conversation, the unsettling deep red spread closer, like a thick, writhing tentacle, all sorts of seemingly strange and deformed organs wrapped beneath the deep red danced before the confused young monk, coalescing into writhing dark red flesh that slowly crawled into his eyes.
As the young monk’s eyes filled with the deep red “maggots,” he too began to laugh, just like his senior brother.
“Hey, I see it! I see it, hehe…”
Seeing this, Luxianbei slowly closed her eyes and sighed silently.
She originally wanted to use her special eye ability to check the location of the deep red flow that symbolized the Shaman Queen’s power in Zawen Temple, to avoid it carefully, and to find a way to communicate with Hong Bian as well. Unexpectedly, she only saw such a scene that filled her heart with mixed feelings…
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For spiritual ability users with relatively fixed beliefs, having spiritual awareness is not necessarily a good thing.
Luxianbei had seen similar statements in The Book of Siye long ago, and now the state of the monks in Zawen Temple verified this statement well.
This is actually easy to understand; taking Jumeng and her people in Peach Source as examples.
Those people in Peach Source, as Jumeng’s “fanatics,” would have a subtle connection with Jumeng due to their strong beliefs. This connection helps them sense Jumeng’s powers through spiritual awareness, allowing them to better receive the benefits that Jumeng’s powers bring them.
Many people who seek gods pray for this so-called divine protection and blessing.
If Jumeng’s powers encounter any problem, protection and blessings might turn into some kind of malicious curse.
In more extreme cases, if Jumeng falls into sleep and cannot respond to the beliefs of her people in Peach Source, it becomes a serious situation.
In such a case, if there exists some kind of urban legend with a similar or the same origin as Jumeng’s powers, like Qunyang, it would perceive the beliefs of the people in Peach Source.
If it then harbors some malice and actively responds, the outcome for the people in Peach Source can be imagined.
In the external urban legend event files collected by Siye Society as reference data, many similar urban legend incidents were caused by “worshiping the wrong god,” or when the originally worshiped deity’s powers decayed and fell.
The situation of these monks in Zawen Temple is similar.
They have been following Hong Bian, actively pursuing the power of the Miracle Flower.
The five things symbolizing the power of the Miracle Flower have a strong duality; the beautiful side gave birth to Hong Bian’s powers, while the other side likely forms the foundation of the Shaman Queen’s powers.
Wealth can symbolize prosperity but can also corrupt righteousness and provoke disputes.
Weapons can protect peace but can also create slaughter and rivers of bl**d.
Fine wine can bring laughter but can also confuse the mind and amplify emotions.
Livestock and food need not be mentioned; when a person is starving and gradually goes mad, they may even resort to “eating people!”
Thus, when Hong Bian merges all of herself into God Realm Yumen and cannot correctly guide these monks, and the Shaman Queen happens to want to take advantage and invade God Realm Yumen, these monks, due to their spiritual awareness of the Miracle Flower, become the initial victims…
In fact, if a disaster-grade urban legend unrelated to the Miracle Flower attempted to invade God Realm Yumen, these spiritually aware monks would not be affected so quickly; instead, they would be among the last to stand firm.
But now…
“This place can almost be considered one of the pollution sources caused by the Shaman Queen’s invasion of God Realm Yumen.” Listening to the dizzying shouts, and seeing through her special eye ability the gradual descent of the monks in Zawen Temple into madness, Luxianbei reached this conclusion.
This twisted perception and belief influenced by the Shaman Queen would not only provide her with power to escape but would also counteract Hong Bian’s powers, thereby eroding God Realm Yumen.
“Although I haven’t found a way to communicate with Hong Bian, if I can destroy this place, it should at least stop the spread of the Shaman Queen’s power within God Realm Yumen, right?”
While speaking, Luxianbei estimated the time; it had been about an hour and a half since she left the Longxiang Army camp, and she had just over two hours left until the time she had agreed with Chen Long to act in Dai Mu Institute.
“There should still be time for me to do something here…”
Although spending time here raised suspicions of delaying important matters, Luxianbei also couldn’t guarantee that she would definitely find a way to communicate with Hong Bian within the limited time, so…
It’s better to take a precaution; having some impact on the Shaman Queen’s erosion would be better than nothing.
Although it would be quite difficult to directly destroy the Shaman Queen’s arrangements here, with the powers of the witch seed and the “North Goddess,” which could barely contend with the Shaman Queen’s powers as support, it would be quite easy to distort the perceptions of the monks in Zawen Temple.
Just like how the Proxy Player Sister twisted everyone’s understanding of the Code F urban legend into the Pink Fluffy Rabbit…
What’s wrong with a simplified youth version?
Even a fly’s leg is still meat!
With that in mind, Luxianbei quietly activated her charm ability and the powers of “North Goddess,” spreading them in all directions, enveloping all the monks in Zawen Temple within.
Ordinary people within God Realm Yumen might not be able to withstand the influence of this power, but the monks in Zawen Temple are all spiritual ability users, so there was no need to worry about their capacity.
Even if they couldn’t endure it and their bodies exhibited minor issues, it probably wouldn’t be worse than what they were already experiencing…
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“What is money for?” After going through a cycle of questions and answers, the tall monk shouted this question again.
“Constricting conscience, severing righteousness.” The same answer echoed again, but this time there seemed to be a hint of hesitation, noticeably slower than before.
The monk felt a wave of inexplicable heat.
In a daze, it was like he was experiencing an illusion; he felt as if he was in a desert shrouded in scorching sun, and the high temperature and dryness quickly drained the moisture from his body, every cell in him crying out for water, overwhelming all other thoughts in that moment.
Just then, a tea stall suddenly appeared in front of him. He rushed forward like a madman, using his dry, cracked lips to let out a hoarse growl at the owner, “Water! Give me water, quickly!”
The owner looked over with a blank expression and said to him, “Pay up!”
Seeing the monks in Zawen Temple secretly displaying signs of pain under the torment of the illusion, Luxianbei smirked.
See? It’s ridiculously easy!
Even if the Shaman Queen’s powers affected their consciousness, making them violent and aggressive, she couldn’t completely strip away their most primal instincts, could she?
As long as they were still living beings on this planet and hadn’t turned into some bizarre urban legend, they would inevitably need water! Luxianbei thought with a hint of pride.
“What are weapons for?”
“Only add to the slaughter, encouraging tyranny…”
With this question and answer, illusions once again flashed before the eyes of the monks.
Suddenly, sharp weapons appeared in their hands, “Clang!” they struck the tea stall’s table, seemingly trying to threaten the tea stall owner into handing over the water.
However, the tea stall owner was unimpressed and nonchalantly said, “No money? You want to trade this for water? That’s possible!”
Saying this, the owner seized their weapons.
“……”
“Food and livestock? That can be traded too, it can all be traded!”
“……”
“Wine? If you have wine, then why not use it to quench your thirst?”
Half an hour later.
Under Luxianbei’s influence, the monks in Zawen Temple had gone through a dozen or more of the same question-and-answer sequences, and then…
It was as if a weird suffix had been added to the file name, altering the properties of the file; their thoughts finally encountered a problem.
What is money for? Constricting conscience, severing righteousness, but… can buy water when necessary!
What are weapons for? Only add to the slaughter, encouraging tyranny, but… can be traded for water when necessary!
What is fine wine for? Poison in the intestines, harming the body, but… can quench thirst when necessary!
Removing the distortions implanted by the Shaman Queen in their minds, at this moment, only one thought remained in their heads—water!
Luxianbei stood by, admiring the fruits of her labor, nodding in satisfaction.
Pollution Source Destruction Plan, Success!
Though she hadn’t completely eradicated the Shaman Queen’s influence over these monks, they could no longer empower the Shaman Queen to erode God Realm Yumen.
Even the deep red “maggots” on the monks’ bodies, unable to absorb the needed spiritual energy, became enveloped in a confused and dazed aura.
“However, time to move quickly next…” Luxianbei muttered to herself, gathering spiritual energy once more in her eyes, and carefully began searching the Zawen Temple.
Moments later.
As the deep red flow of light in her vision gradually dissipated, like a river that had been cut off from its source drying up, she finally saw what she wanted to see—the silhouette of Hong Bian leaving.
“Got it!” Luxianbei’s eyes lit up, and she hurried to follow.
As long as she found Hong Bian, she should be able to figure out a way to communicate with him, right? Luxianbei thought.
(Writing was quite enjoyable, there should be another chapter later; everyone can check it out tomorrow morning~)
