Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 315 - 208: Being an Accomplice to a Tiger

Chapter 315: Chapter 208: Being an Accomplice to a Tiger

"Sixty thousand words across seven scrolls, boundless mystical meanings, deep and profound; from the white jade teeth flow relics, on the Red Lotus tongue emits radiant beams; sweet Nectar runs through the throat, within the mouth drips the cool essence of pure awareness..."

With fingers manipulating the Buddha Beads, their mouths rhythmically reciting scripture, over twenty monks encircled those miners who had been possessed by demons and turned violently harmful in the mines.

The sound of The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma entered the ears, and even the surrounding elite crowd watching was deeply shaken by the unified chanting of the Buddhist Scriptures. The Buddhist chant in the air made the somewhat strange Buddhist statues shine with a golden light; no matter how many times they had seen it, the chanting of the Buddhist Scriptures always made them unable to help but feel startled and fearful.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

Came the agonized shrieks.

The miners, stripped of their upper clothes, struggled violently, as if the Buddhist Scriptures being recited were a form of punishment being inflicted upon them, with the government officers forcefully pinning them to the ground.

Standing in the middle, an old monk placed his Zen staff perpendicular to the ground, the pointed tip steadying firmly without a move; there were many people accompanying him, including the family members of the miners as well as many local dignitaries from the surrounding towns.

Since half a year ago, when they learned that the miners possessed by evil could come here for exorcism, people slowly began to become acquainted with the Golden World Longevity Temple, though currently it only opened to the elite, to the general populace it remained hearsay without a sight.

The old monk with a kindly face stepped forward softly chanting the Buddhist Scriptures, glanced at the crowd around him, noticing a few gazes particularly focused on him, with their faces exhibiting concern, clearly relatives of those afflicted.

The old monk’s frame was lean and tall, his hair and beard all white, with a scar across his cheek that looked like an old arrow wound. Holding a brush, a Disciple immediately brought over a bowl of gold powder, and the old monk barely dipped into it.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

While chanting, he used the brush to write scripture on the miner’s body, swiftly covering him entirely.

All onlookers were tense, especially the family of the miners who had followed all the way up the mountain; the man began to struggle wildly, his entire face shrouded in a black mist and even his body started to undergo a slight sinister transformation.

Nails grew rapidly, dark as ink, and a pair of sharp fangs jutted forth; even his own family had a hard time accepting his mad, loathsome appearance, and were frightened into retreating.

But fortunately, after the old monk finished writing scriptures with gold powder on the man’s body, his struggling subdued markedly, overtaken by a look of agony, his mouth emitting continuous moans, even his face suddenly began to contort.

Contorting into another visage of an evil ghost, startling the relatives who insisted on following along, but they immediately knelt down, imitating the high monks around them and began to pray, after all this was their child, or perhaps their husband.

The struggling and noise began to subside slowly.

The gold powder completely integrated into the body, the man howling in agony convulsed violently, foam at the mouth, eyes rolling white, frightening the others into keeping their distance.

But the high monk standing at the top only showed a serene smile, his hands together in prayer and said, "This benefactor has been able to overcome this calamity, due to the accumulation of much merit and virtue in past lives. Take him down for now, the benefactor, after this ordeal, will need to rest at home and recuperate for six months to recover his vitality."

"Is it over? My son is really alright?"

"Hehe, old benefactor, please be at ease. Your child had performed many good deeds in a past life, even if the consequences of past actions remain after reincarnation, Buddha’s compassion naturally protects the virtuous."

The old man was so excited that he almost knelt down to kowtow to the old monk right then and there, but the surrounding monks quickly intervened, with one supporting the barely breathing man and walking a few steps out.

This scene naturally filled the others with confidence, faces brimming with excitement. Although they were prisoners, they had been possessed by demons and hurt others against their will; under the power of The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma, they had succeeded in expelling the evil spirits that plagued them.

In cases like this, as long as Master Jin Shan could successfully perform the exorcism, they would not face punishment, after all, these miners too were victims.

The ritual of deliverance continued, swiftly moving on to the next person.

Jin Shan, with prayer beads in hand, still wore a patient and kind smile, but those turbid eyes swiftly glanced at the surrounding crowd, noticing that no one expressed concern for the man, whether they were discussing what offerings to bring to the temple to accumulate merit, or negotiating whether their own children could overcome this ordeal, but no one cared for the strong middle-aged man who had already lost his senses to madness.

It was the same routine, two people held him down, Master Jin Shan, with a brush dipped in gold powder, continued to write, but this time before he could even complete the Six Syllable Mantra, the miner broke free!

"Quick, protect the high monk!"

Someone immediately let out a shout, making those taken aback realize that they must protect the only monk capable of healing, especially with many of the victims’ relatives present, upon seeing someone trying to harm the high monk, they showed no mercy, swinging their fists.

Punching repeatedly towards the head.

"Do not panic, do not panic, do not harm others!"

Pretending to be knocked back a few steps by the miner and pretending to be overturned, what felt strange was that the surrounding monks chanting scriptures did not step forward, but coldly watched the scene unfold before them.

Even their eyes held a hint of mockery and ridicule, as if they were scoffing at the ignorance of the common folk, however upon meeting Master Jin Shan’s gaze, they immediately bowed their heads and continued to chant.

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