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"Red Eyes!"
The words "White-Bearded Monk" struck my heart like a hammer, causing it to spasm violently.
All the Monks stopped smiling and turned to look at me in unison. A dozen gazes swept over me like brushes, and I felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, my mind racing with thoughts of "Red Eyes," as I stood there awkwardly.
"Sizzle... sizzle..." The deadly sound of the flute echoed again, and the heavy Buddha statue trembled slightly under its influence, shaking in perfect sync with the flute's notes. In a humorous twist, it seemed as if the statues were dancing to the music.
I felt breathless again, my heart racing, and my legs gave way beneath me as I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. My vision began to blur, everything turning white and indistinct; I could only flail my arms desperately in the air.
In my panic, I grasped something hard and dry, and immediately a wave of warmth spread from my palm throughout my body. Gradually, I regained my composure. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself holding the gnarled right hand of the White-Bearded Monk.
The other Monks had returned to their previous state when I first entered Changlong Tower, each forehead glistening with beads of sweat as they chanted hurriedly.
"I am also Chinese," the White-Bearded Monk said kindly, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion. "I never expected that after fifty years of seeking someone who resonates with the sound of the Human Curse Flute, I would find another Chinese."
Everything that was happening was beyond my comprehension; I had no idea what to say. Yet from his expression, I sensed an ominous foreboding.
"There’s no time for more words, Mangrai, take my place," the White-Bearded Monk said rapidly. "I have something to do!"
Mangrai trembled all over, unsure whether to feel shocked or delighted. "Ajahn, I..."
"Have you forgotten what you just said?" The White-Bearded Monk raised an eyebrow and pointed at the cushion he was sitting on. "Hurry!"
During this process, his right hand held mine tightly, a warm current continuously flowing into my body. Mangrai ran a few steps to sit down, crossing his legs and putting his hands together to begin reciting the Buddhist scriptures.
"Do not find it strange; this is fate." The White-Bearded Monk released my hand, placing his thumbs against his temples and his index fingers together in front of his forehead, forming a triangle. When he let go again, a pair of fiery red eyes sparkled with fierce light, almost blinding me.
"Buddha's Light Relic, Red Eyes descend, Human Curse Flute sounds, clear as dust."
The White-Bearded Monk shouted loudly, and the entire hall echoed with a buzzing sound. The monks wore serious expressions, their chanting voices rising significantly, while the trembling Buddha statue regained its calm.
At that moment, I saw the ground ripple like a calm lake disturbed by a large stone thrown into it. The rhythmic undulations grew more intense, and the ground transformed into a roaring sea, rising and falling. Square slabs of blue stone were lifted one after another before crashing back down with a splashing sound.
The monks were like small boats tossed in a stormy ocean, bouncing up and down with the movements of the ground. One Buddha statue's base cracked with a loud pop, dust spilling from the crevices until it finally lost balance and fell directly onto one of the monks.
Thick splashes of blood erupted from the gaps in the statue along with the sounds of crushed flesh and broken bones, splattering onto the monk and painting a horrifying scene on the walls!
One monk could no longer contain himself; he opened his eyes wide and shouted as he stood up. His face twisted in extreme terror, he flailed his arms wildly and fled toward the tower door.
Suddenly, a gap over half a meter wide split open in the ground. The blue bricks stood upright in an orderly fashion as two grayish-white shadows shot out from the crevice, grabbing hold of the fleeing monk and dragging him underground as the gap quickly closed. The entire ground resumed its tumultuous state.
I was jolted to the point of losing my balance and fell to the ground. The sharp edges of the rising and falling blue bricks painfully jabbed into my back ribs, but the horrific and bizarre scene before me left me so terrified that I barely felt any pain.
The monks stopped chanting, their faces filled with fear as they looked at the White-Bearded Monk. A few trembled uncontrollably like leaves in a storm, their lower garments dampened, wanting to stand but too afraid to do so.
The Changlong Tower was immediately filled with the thick stench of blood and urine.
Only Mangrai remained unshaken amidst the turmoil, solemnly chanting the Buddha's name, completely unaffected by any external disturbances.
The White-Bearded Monk sighed deeply, "What is the Buddha's heart? Who would have thought that after years of arduous cultivation, the one who perseveres until the end is a disciple who has violated the Lustful Precept. Is this a sin or a fate?"
"How many Human Pupas are outside?"
I awkwardly crawled up, my feet firmly planted on the ground to prevent myself from falling, stammering, "Seven... seven of them."
"Seven, indeed!"
A change finally appeared on the White-Bearded Monk's otherwise calm face; his eyes widened, and his brows furrowed tightly into a knot, those red eyes nearly bursting with fire.
I couldn't help but take two steps back...
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