I immediately grabbed the plaid shirt by the shoulders and deliberately pulled him out of this psychedelic demeanor with a force that would have caused him pain.

Stimulated by the pain, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Didn't I tell you not to come with me?" I asked.

"This ...... I do not know. He himself was also very stunned, "I came with me unconsciously......

I looked back at the temple again. In the darkness, the silhouette of the temple appears even more mysterious. Is there something there that can affect people's hearts? Because my inspiration is too dull, I can't perceive it while I'm immune?

The second act of the Turin doctor's divination suggests that "something capable of infringing on the minds of others" has taken up residence in this temple and emitted a poisonous "fragrance" to the outside world?

In that case, it was necessary to let the plaid shirt leave the village first. Besides, I had to guard against the possibility that the "crazy man" in the second act of divination could actually be the plaid shirt that followed me in.

Whether it is or not, as long as he doesn't follow me in, it won't become that kind of future.

"You go back and take care of your hair first." I casually found a reason, "Otherwise, let him wake up and warn the other villagers, and our infiltration will be revealed." In fact, with my "craft", the man will not wake up anytime soon.

"Okay." The plaid shirt nodded, turned and left the village. I watched as his figure walked away and continued to approach the temple.

I went to the temple gate and first probed the internal structure with my listening strength. I didn't feel any special traps, or strange constructions. Then he began to figure out how to deal with the door in front of him.

As explained by the small hair of the plaid shirt, it is really a thick iron door. With my abilities, it would have been easy to destroy the lock cylinder directly with dark energy, but with such silence around me, my sabotage action was bound to make a cacophony of noise, and I had to use other methods.

My method is very simple. Since there was no one around to watch, I simply took out the flame glove that I sold to Xu Shengxing and then Xu Shengxing transferred to me, and then released an incomparably condensed high temperature, which directly melted the part of the lock.

Then, I put away the flame glove and entered the temple.

There is no hall behind the door, just a gray stone corridor with wooden doors on either side. I pushed it open, and most of these rooms were empty rooms and utility rooms, as well as living rooms, but there were also rooms that seemed odd at first glance. For example, when I opened the fifth door, I saw an operating room-like room.

Unlike other rooms that don't have much technology, this one is pretty formal, with all the equipment you would expect from an operating room in a hospital, as well as some equipment that I don't see useful. However, in terms of hygiene, the operating room is quite bad. There was blood and dirt all over the place, and it was likely that the user had never cleaned it.

There is also a light bulb in the corner, which provides a small amount of light, but not only does it not illuminate the place, but it also shows an indescribable horror atmosphere. If I have to describe it, I think this operating room is a good fit for a bloody horror game with an abandoned hospital theme.

I was also a little disturbed by the atmosphere, and then, on the iron cabinet in the corner, I saw some scattered papers. So I quietly walked over and watched by the light of the light bulb.

The documents are supposed to be handwritten by Ceres, which reads:

"Half a month ago, other withered believers snatched the Buddha sculpture of that mad artist. But after confirming that there was no mad artist's soul inside, the Buddha sculpture became a waste. I heard that the inside of the Buddha sculpture contained the knowledge of a madman that only a prophet could know, so I asked for it.

"Even if a prophet was really born in my laboratory, I didn't have the confidence to distinguish it from an ordinary madman. But as long as I have this Buddha carving, I don't have to worry about it anymore. It's a godsend. ”

Is this Ceres' research log? I thought as I went to look at the other documents.

Some people think that only those who are deeply involved in the realm of knowledge can become prophets, but this is not true.

"In the ancient system of knowledge, a prophet, also known as a 'Buddha,' was a person who realized that 'all things are not like each other'. Anyone has the potential to become a Buddha, and to become a Buddha, one has to be 'enlightened'.

"The so-called enlightenment, in the view of ancient religions, means that the soul is enlightened and enlightened to wisdom.

"However, not all souls are eligible for enlightenment. Only a 'steadfast soul' can reach this point and realize that 'all things are not the same'. All the information I have access to is vague about this, and according to the metaphor in the information, man rotates with the earth, so in the eyes of man, neither himself nor the earth is immovable; And only those who are truly immobile can see the different earths.

That being said, there are exceptions to everything. There are also some mortals who suddenly become enlightened as if they received some kind of signal by chance. This kind of person is more common in artists, such as the crazy artist who carved this Buddha sculpture...... It's because I can't bear wisdom that I go crazy. And if it were a true prophet, it would never be so. For in the eyes of a true prophet, 'non-appearance' is something that can be taken for granted without even realizing that it can be harmful to oneself.

"For other withered believers, it doesn't matter if you're crazy or not, as long as it's the Prophet's soul, but my ambition goes far beyond that."

I see, the prophet also meant Buddha. But am I a Buddha? Where do I have the ability to cut off all afflictions that Buddhists are looking for, but instead I am riddled with karma and killing countless beings, and maybe there are many people who think that I am a demon. I thought so and read a different document.

"I don't know if this village will be able to fulfill my ambitions, but my time is running out and I can't afford to miss any opportunity.

As the saying goes: only the wise and the foolish do not move. The people of this village are mired in superstition, and their minds are full of stubbornness; But on the bright side, isn't this kind of stupidity, which can't be taught and learned, also a kind of 'steadfastness'?

"I want them to choose the living sacrifice from their own people, and although the living sacrifice itself wants to resist, it is only because they don't want to die, and they actually agree with the 'legitimacy' of this barbaric and bloody sacrifice, consciously or unconsciously. I thought that such an experiment might be able to get closer to the stupid person I wanted.

"But...... It's been four years, it's been four years! With no signs of success in sight, can I really get what I want in the end?

"I have heard that there was once a prophet in the Church of the Earth, who experienced a life of misfortune and despair that normal people could not imagine, so that all thoughts were lost, but instead he became able to see the realm of death, and even the withering itself to a certain extent. She has some similarities with the 'Withering Divine Choice' before her death, originally, she may have the opportunity to become one of the withering priests, why did she have to make such a choice in the end? ”

Foolish people, unwavering souls...... Is this his motivation for attacking the villagers? I flipped through the other documents, and there was not much valuable information left. So put it down and look around.

On the side wall, there is also a bloodstained wooden door that leads to the next door. I walked over quietly and slowly pushed it away.

Then, I saw something hanging in this room.

The moment I saw these things, I immediately realized three things:

First, these things are undoubtedly the ones mentioned in the second act of divination, "something capable of infringing on the minds of others";

Second, I knew at a glance that these things did not infringe on the minds of others;

Thirdly, these things were no threat to me, but I could understand why the Turin doctors were afraid.

I walked towards these things. Just then, I sensed someone appear in the doorway behind me. As I looked back, the man accosted me, "Hello, Mr. MONOCULUS. Or should I call you 'tactile'? ”

Standing at the door was an old man. I have reason to believe that he is the god of ceres.

As soon as he spoke, I extracted a possibility from it, "The swordsman is still alive?" ”

"Yes. He told me about you. "That's why I've set up a guard in the temple against the martial artists of the unity of heaven and man, otherwise I won't be able to notice you coming in." That guy, though inferior as far as psykers are concerned, has a head full of muscles, but his advice sometimes works. ”

"You cured him?" I asked.

"I can't say healed, he's hurt too badly. Although I managed to save his life, I couldn't move for the time being. "He actually said it directly, which made me seriously doubt the truth of it.

However, the swordsman was able to escape to this place one hundred and fifty kilometers away with that broken body, which was really shocking to survive.

"How? What do you think of my lab? Ceres looked at the things behind me.

I said bluntly, "You make me sick." ”

"Sometimes, morality and ethics also have to make way for progress." He stared at the things, "taking away the limbs, taking away the eyeballs and tongue, and removing all the sensory systems, so that the body was reduced to a dark prison of pure souls." On top of that, they continue to fiddle with their nerves so that the experience of time becomes literal and years like years. At the same time, parts of the brain are stimulated with electrodes, forcing their consciousness to be unprecedentedly active and unable to enter sleep...... There are many other programs, so many that they can't be said. In the past, such experiments were often carried out in border areas and other places beyond the jurisdiction of the Alliance, and there were countless more radical experiments, and there were even extremely rare success stories. But I haven't succeeded in this case, unfortunately. ”

"My only regret is that you are a person like me, breathing the air in the same room as me." I said, "Why do you want to do this?" ”

"Only blindness can see what is not what is not. The soul of foolishness is not easily shattered in the truth. He reverted to my face, "I'm pursuing two goals. First, there is the artificial Buddha. ”

He seems to have deliberately addressed the prophet with archaic and sacred words to accentuate his transcendence in an attempt to drag him into the mundane. Then, he continued, "The second is that, on the basis of the success of the first step, before death takes my life, I will be able to witness with my own eyes what 'all things are not like' with my own eyes before death takes my life." ”

"You'll never have that chance again." I said, "I'm your death." ”

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