novelslam Chapter 129 White Bone Temple
Chapter 129 White Bone Temple
Follow the brushstrokes of the bells on the peach tree and embark on an adventure together in "Zero Antique Shop: Disfigured School Beauty Turns into a Succubus to Pay Off Debts".
Obstetrics and Gynecology Ward.
The Liu family looked through the glass at their newborn in a small incubator inside the sterile room.
This is the fifth generation, symbolizing the Liu family's continued prosperity!
It's a real shame that, because of the premature birth, the tiny baby doesn't know how long it will have to stay there.
Suddenly, someone saw something and their eyes widened in astonishment.
The old ancestor, supported by Liu Tianci, was walking this way!
Everyone consciously made way for them.
Liu Weiqian, dressed in a loose white robe, walked slowly over.
The steps were small, but each step was steady.
This aging hero is the pillar of the Liu family.
Liu Weiqian walked to the door of the sterile isolation room and pushed it open.
Some medical staff tried to stop it.
After all, children are very vulnerable nowadays; even a tiny bacterium from the outside world could take their lives.
But they dared not stop it.
Because of Liu Weiqian, he is the head of the household.
Liu Weiqian opened the incubator, picked up the frail little baby, and a smile spread across his face.
The Liu family members watching from the outside fell silent, quietly observing the interaction between the Liu family patriarch and the newborn.
It seems to be the final collision between two eras.
Liu Weiqian gently patted the baby's back.
Something shocking happened.
The baby started making sounds and eventually cried incessantly.
She was so weak just now!
They looked at Liu Weiqian in disbelief.
It is rumored that scholars who have achieved profound enlightenment in their academic pursuits possess incredible, extraordinary abilities.
Could it be that our ancestors, who were so engrossed in studying bacteria, immunity, and viruses, really reached this legendary level?
After our ancestors passed away, did they go to heaven to become immortals?
Liu Weiqian teased the baby's nose:
"Little guy, you're really lucky."
I just cultivated a batch of mutant bacteria, and I used it on you.
Before you turn eighteen, you'll be immune to all poisons.
Liu Tianci's pupils dilated as he watched this scene.
Father, do you really possess unfathomable abilities?!
The family of gods...
It is not a delusion in the eyes of top scientists who are ahead of their time!
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late at night.
A luxury Bugatti drove out of the bustling city of Nanhai and stopped at an abandoned warehouse on the western outskirts of the city.
A young man with dyed red hair got off the car.
Zhu Chuanwu is the son of Zhu Feng, a powerful figure in the South China Sea underground.
Zhu Chuanwu walked to the warehouse door, his eyes filled with awe. He took a deep breath and pushed open the warehouse door.
There were no lights in the warehouse, only a few pale white candles for illumination.
The lights were dim, vaguely illuminating the scene inside the warehouse.
In the very center of the warehouse, there was a broken wooden table.
An incense burner and fruit offerings were placed on the table.
This is an altar used to worship the gods.
Strangely, these offerings were actually for a stone!
Of course, it's not an ordinary stone.
There is a very strange painting on the stone.
The painting depicts a naked man and woman embracing.
The man was wearing a monk's hat, and the woman had a string of Buddhist prayer beads around her neck.
At the very bottom of the stone, three characters are written in a flowing, elegant style: "Buddha of Joy".
Zhu Chuanwu walked up to the Buddha of Joy and bowed three times respectfully.
He got up and walked westward.
On the westernmost wall, the words "Taochang" are written.
The characters “道场” (Taochang) and “欢喜佛” (Huanxi Fo) are clearly from the same hand.
On the right side of the wall, there is a skeleton that smells of decay.
A man dressed in a suit from a real estate sales office knelt before the skeleton, his hands clasped together.
He was muttering to himself, acting crazy, like a madman.
Zhu Chuanwu ignored him, instead turning to face the right side of the wall, pressing his palms together, and devoutly saying:
"World Honored One!"
On the right side of the wall, a large, red, fluffy blanket was laid on the floor.
Seven or eight beautiful, disheveled women sat on the carpet, whispering and moaning softly.
The women surrounded a young man in a traditional Chinese suit wearing glasses in the center.
Serving wine, serving fruit, and flattering.
The young man, holding a cigarette, put his arm around a pretty young woman, glanced at Zhu Chuanwu, and made a 'shush' gesture.
"Shh, someone is trying to understand Buddhism."
Zhu Chuanwu glanced back at the man kneeling before the bones, his eyes filled with pity.
He shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.
The boy grabbed the pear blossom oil-paper umbrella beside him and stood up.
The beauties nestled together, watching the young man's departing figure with adoration on their faces.
The boy walked up to the man:
"Have you figured it out?"
The man trembled as he raised his sickly face:
"Brother, I am dull-witted and cannot comprehend the profound contemplation of the dense white bones."
The boy took a photo out of his pocket and showed it to the man:
"And now?"
The photo shows a sunny and confident beautiful woman.
She is a goddess to men.
The man was willing to be a lowly lapdog for her.
He kept the photo in his wallet and would take it out to look at it whenever he felt tired.
Just one glance is enough to instantly ignite your fighting spirit.
Now... things are different.
The man glanced at the photo in the boy's hand, then at the white skeleton in front of him that reeked of decay.
If you look more closely, you can see that the necklace worn by the skeleton is exactly the same as the necklace worn by the beautiful woman in the photo.
This necklace was a gift he saved up to give to his goddess.
The man's stomach convulsed violently, and he bent over abruptly, vomiting profusely.
That's right, this skeleton looked exactly like the one in the photo when it was alive.
The boy released his grip on the photograph, which fell to the ground, touching the earth and gathering dust.
What is impermanence?
The man knelt on the ground, hands supporting him, drool dripping from his mouth, his bloodshot eyes wide open.
Youth, beauty, health, and power are all temporary; eventually, they all return to dust!
A young man looking down on a man:
What is suffering?
The man's body trembled violently:
"Being attached to these dusty appearances is suffering!"
A slight smile curved the corners of the boy's lips:
What is impure and without self?
The man roared:
"The body's nine orifices constantly leak impurities!"
It is impure, it is filthy!
I...I am a lump of flesh, and also a skeleton!
This is all fake. Yes, I don't exist!
It's all fake, all of it is fake!
Only the "me" clinging to this wretched body is real!
The man seemed to understand something, and scrambled to the boy's feet, grabbing his trouser leg with pleading eyes:
"World Honored One, World Honored One! Save me, World Honored One!"
May I be freed from this sea of suffering, may I see through the illusions of life, and may I ascend to paradise soon!
The boy nodded with satisfaction:
"Don't worry, this humble monk will not abandon you."
Upon hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the futon, and muttered to himself in a daze:
"Contemplation of the white bones, no-self, impurity..."
The boy then glanced at Zhu Chuanwu.
Zhu Chuanwu clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and said:
"The World-Honored One, out of compassion, has also converted another pitiful person."
The young man frowned:
"Let's get down to business."
Zhu Chuanwu quickly said:
"I met someone at the celebration today, and Shirley is afraid of him."
As Zhu Chuanwu spoke, he suddenly frowned.
He couldn't remember what the man looked like no matter what he tried.
You might even wonder to yourself, is that really a man? Or could it be a woman?
Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes gleamed, and he curled one corner of his lips into a smile:
"I know who it is."
I don't like him, please get rid of him for me.
Zhu Chuanwu was stunned for a moment:
"Get rid of it?"
The boy raised an eyebrow:
"Unwilling?"
Zhu Chuanwu explained:
"I don't even know where he lives."
The boy sighed and said:
"It's a pity that Bai Ju died too young, otherwise he might have made a name for himself."
Zhu Chuanwu was stunned for a moment:
Who is Bai Juzhi?
The boy ignored Zhu Chuanwu's words and said:
"Go to Anxiang Street, in an antique shop on that street."
Remember, make a lot of noise.
If the matter escalates and some media outlets hype it up, it will be enough to give that Mr. Hunhun a major headache.
This opportunity will allow me to keep Mr. Twilight from focusing on my plans.
Zhu Chuanwu didn't understand what the boy meant, but he still nodded in agreement:
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will send someone tonight!"
After saying this, Zhu Chuanwu turned and left the warehouse.
The boy watched Zhu Chuanwu's retreating figure and muttered to himself:
"Mr. Dusk, I'll give you more cards in exchange for some time."
Zhu Chuanwu was unaware that he was the card that was discarded.
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