Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 1065 - 488: All fears stem from insufficient firepower, descending and slaying gods!

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Chapter 1065: Chapter 488: All fears stem from insufficient firepower, descending and slaying gods!

[Under the strange and indifferent gaze of the villagers, you followed everyone’s steps towards the only temple in Li Family Village.]

[Named ’Pure Goodness Temple,’ the temple was located on a hill behind the village, and it was necessary to pass through the village to reach it.]

[Along the way, the women and children of each household quietly stood at their doorways, their indifferent gazes focused on you, sending a chill down your spine.]

[Only then did you notice that all the people going to the temple for worship were men; there was not a single woman or child.]

[No one in the procession spoke, and the entire village was eerily quiet. You could only faintly hear children whispering words like "slaughtering ritual," "disaster relief," and "forehead bone."]

[In this oppressively tense atmosphere, you followed the villagers over the hill to ’Pure Goodness Temple’ at the top of the small mountain.]

[The ancient temple’s vermilion columns had at some point been painted a lacquered black.]

[The midday sun was intense and blinding, but inside the temple, it was extremely dark, with only the occasional flicker of candlelight allowing you to vaguely make out the silhouettes of clay figurines in the innermost depths.]

[Stacked beside the temple were multiple farm animal carcasses without heads, buzzing with flies and emitting a foul stench.]

[You followed the village chief into the temple, stepping into a place where not even the sunlight could penetrate.]

[Upon entering, a pungent smell of blood rushed into your nostrils. You looked up to see neatly arranged skinned heads of pigs, cows, and sheep on the altar as offerings.]

[What was most striking were not these offerings, but the several bloody human heads closest to the statues.]

[Several heads still held the endless fear of their final moments, yet their faces were artificially pulled into smiles; smiles that split their faces to their ears, a cruelty that sent shivers down your spine.]

[The clay figurine surrounded by offerings was smeared with not yet dried blood. Its left hand held a ’Great Wisdom Sword’ made of human bones, and its right hand supported a bowl of human bones filled with blood-soaked impurities.]

[Looking closely, you saw intestines and trembling human brains inside.]

[A black cloth obscured the face of the statue of the ’Mother of all Evils Buddha,’ preventing you from seeing its hideous face.]

[Below the altar, three monks knelt, their once bright red kasayas now pitch-black, and even the leader monk’s bright yellow kasaya had completely changed its appearance.]

[He wore a black pleated skirt around his waist, a robe made of black cloth strips, and a strange headdress topped with black feathers, holding a large, flat drum in his hands.]

[It was a drum made from the skin of a mute and deaf virgin girl, etched with unfamiliar scriptures, the Magical Artifact the abbot now never let out of his hand.]

[Of course, this was not the abbot’s proudest Magical Artifact.]

[Seeing you and many villagers brought by the village chief to the temple, a strange smile crossed his indifferent face as he touched the rosary around his neck, "Only this last ’forehead bone’ is needed to confirm and eradicate the afflictions of sin from past, present, and future lifetimes — one hundred and eight in total," he said.]

[Today, he would finally complete his Merit!]

[The artifact around his neck strung with many rosaries, well over a hundred, each rosary was flat and round, wrapped in black mists of Malice gathering...]

[You discovered ’The Pure Good Temple’s Chief Monk of Extreme Evil’!]

[The chief monk beat the human skin drum, playing a rhythm that captured the soul, and two monks blew flutes made from human bones, echoing mournful music like that from the depths of the underworld throughout the temple.]

[All the villagers devoutly knelt down, facing the statue of ’Mother of all Evils Buddha,’ placing their hands flat and upward across their chests, fingers interlocked tightly, paying respects to the statue.]

[They continuously chanted the eight-character mantra "Om ami rita hung ga chara lo" from their mouths...]

[With the soul-capturing mournful music background, everything around you became hazy and blurred, and the chief monk’s chilling voice rose up beside your ear...]

[Before the ritual of human sacrifice, you must chant the ’Eight Character Mantra for Ascending Flesh,’ and form the ’Disaster Relief Gesture.’]

[Breathing upon the human flesh offering will eradicate all kinds of evil deeds, allowing you to become one of the eight good fruits: ’Summoning,’ ’Wubo Designing Ni,’ ’Rescue Wisdom,’ ’Light Net,’ ’Earth Wisdom,’ ’Pure Light,’ ’Unthinkable Wisdom,’ eternally serving under the Buddha Mother!]

[You vaguely remembered that the gesture to worship ’Bodhisattva of Pure Goodness’ was not some ’Disaster Relief Gesture,’ but rather hands clasped with fingers tightly interlocked, known as the ’Great Advance Gesture’ or ’Lion’s Mouth Gesture,’ which signifies crushing all evil obstructions and subduing anger with compassion.]

[The ’Bodhisattva of Pure Goodness’ is under the ’Ancient Heavenly Warden,’ servicing the ’Great Wisdom Boundless Intention Bodhisattva,’ specializing in wisdom, enlightening people to overcome ignorance and cleanse karmic obstacles...]

[Now, the gesture led by the abbot had completely reversed from the ’Great Advance Gesture,’ previously meant to crush evil deeds, it had transformed into an evil gesture that took on all kinds of evil deeds!]

[No wonder all the villagers had fallen into Extreme Evil, permeated by intense, inescapable Malice...]

[As the chief monk’s words resonated beside your ear, that foul breath also wafted around your neck.]

[You knew in your heart that you were the human flesh needed for the breath, you were the last ’forehead bone,’ and you were also the most crucial offering in this ritual of human sacrifice!]

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