Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1254 - 228_4

"Then I need to go say hello."

Tan Wenbin waded through the blood and stepped forward.

Li Zhiyuan: "Ah You, go with him and protect him." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Understood!"

Tan Wenbin climbed up the Buddha head. Those two Buddha eyes were like waterfalls, impossible to enter through. In the end, he had to stick his head into the nostril of the Buddha head.

Lin Shuyou saw this, and mimicking Brother Bin, squeezed himself into the other nostril.

The nostrils were now full.

Inside wasn't dark; something was glowing, rippling with light, gleaming with blood.

Tan Wenbin turned his head to check, and finally saw a shadow curled up in the corner, a constant rustling sound coming from there, as if muttering to itself.

"Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva... Bodhisattva is indeed a Bodhisattva... Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva..."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother, want a cigarette?"

The voice stopped, and the figure turned around, revealing its face.

Upon seeing its appearance, Tan Wenbin instinctively swallowed his saliva. The face was dynamic, with fresh blood constantly rolling, like ice cream melting in the summer.

Tan Wenbin: "Brother, if you have any troubles, talk to me about them."

Lin Shuyou was a bit surprised. Was conversing really this simple?

"Splash..."

The figure walked over, or more accurately, flowed over, standing beneath Tan Wenbin in a pool of blood, and said:

"Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva!"

Tan Wenbin: "Then who is the Bodhisattva?"

"Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva!"

Lin Shuyou frowned. Why does it keep revolving around the same phrase?

Suddenly, Tan Wenbin exclaimed: "Wow, the Bodhisattva is right behind you!"

The figure immediately turned around, knelt down, with hands clasped together:

"Ah! Bodhisattva, I am guilty, Bodhisattva, I am guilty!"

Tan Wenbin asked solemnly: "What are you guilty of?"

"I didn't know he wasn't the Bodhisattva; otherwise, I would never have helped him suppress the Merit Daoist Field!

Bodhisattva, calm your anger, forgive my sin—it's that I mistook him; he deceived me!

He deceived everyone here, for so long!"

Lin Shuyou took a deep breath. Does this mean someone here is impersonating the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

Didn't Brother Xiao Yuan say the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was here? Is that wrong?

It can't be, Brother Xiao Yuan couldn't possibly be wrong, could he?

Tan Wenbin: "Are you willing to confess and accept punishment?"

"I confess, I confess. I willingly stay here to receive the Bodhisattva's punishment!"

Lin Shuyou frowned, thinking it seemed to imply the Bodhisattva was punishing him by making him stay here.

Tan Wenbin: "Did the one impersonating me confess?"

"He, he, he..." The figure suddenly paused, and after a moment of silence, suddenly shouted out, "He is about to emerge, he is about to emerge!!!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the figure's body exploded, turning into blood, causing the blood water in the Buddha head to surge rapidly, spraying out uncontrollably.

The eyes weren't enough this time, now it spouted directly from the ears, nose, and mouth.

Lin Shuyou had been on guard for any surprises, but he hadn't expected it to unfold in this manner.

He and Tan Wenbin, like snot, were blasted out of the Buddha head's nostrils.

All Lin Shuyou could do was pick Brother Bin up immediately after they landed.

But once he picked him up, Brother Bin shrugged off his hand, and shouted: "Quick, feel around!"

Then he dove back down again.

Lin Shuyou didn't know what Brother Bin was doing below, so he followed his example and submerged, randomly feeling around with his hands.

Ultimately, he actually felt a thing the size of an egg, surfaced, and after wiping the blood on it, revealed its pure white interior.

Brother Bin, on the other hand, hugged a pile of these large white pearls in his arms.

The two of them quickly waded back through the blood.

Tan Wenbin recounted the conversation from inside, then took out one white pearl and handed it to Brother Xiao Yuan, asking: "Brother Xiao Yuan, what is this?"

Li Zhiyuan took it, rubbed it with his fingertips and said: "Relic."

"Relic?" Tan Wenbin lowered his head, looking at the relics in his arms, "How severe must this master's condition have been to produce so many relics when burned?"

"It must be relics from a group of enlightened high monks."

"A group?"

"They were placed within the Buddha head, with the statue standing on the periphery, serving as the cornerstone for establishing the field, quite a grand gesture."

Truly enlightened high monks are rare in the world; and relics of this quality are not produced from posthumous burning, but from the utmost sincerity of 'willing self-sacrifice.'

But then, thinking about it, if someone can exploit the pretense of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it's enough to make monks willingly offer themselves in sacrifice, holding it as the highest honor.

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiao Yuan, should we take all these relics back?"

Li Zhiyuan: "What you saw inside the Buddha head were the collective soul thoughts of those high monks manifested through the blood water. As for these relics, they've already lost their spirituality due to the blood water's erosion, they're just ordinary stones now."

Run Sheng reached out, picked up a relic and took a bite, chewed a few times, then spat it out.

Tan Wenbin shrugged, tossing all the relics he had picked up down; even Run Sheng couldn't stomach them, so they must indeed be worthless now.

Avoiding the Buddha head, the group continued to wade forward in the blood.

Ahead, the True Monarch Temple appeared again, this time, there was just one.

Moreover, in the blood water in front of the temple, a small vortex emerged.

The vortex grew larger, even though the blood water here was only a meter deep, looking at the vortex from the edge, it seemed terrifyingly deep.

"Tap… tap… tap..."

A figure slowly walked out from the depths of the blood-colored vortex.

It was hunched, covered in thick hair, humanoid yet somewhat monkey-like.