Chapter 1137: Chapter 772: Temple Sacrifice_2
"Hiss——" Yang Xiao gasped, no one at the auction mentioned anything so crucial, and more importantly, even Second Demon Uncle didn’t tell him.
Indeed, trust between people is not limitless. Second Demon Uncle couldn’t possibly be unaware of this fatal backlash, yet he didn’t mention it, perhaps testing Yang Xiao.
Once he bids on the Life-extending Ointment with malicious intent to keep and use it for himself, death would be the only outcome awaiting him.
Although Yang Xiao understood the truth, he had no complaints. Second Demon Uncle is a senior in the world of martial arts, having wandered for decades. Without some mistrust of others, he wouldn’t have survived to this day. Moreover, Yang Xiao himself has secrets he’s not shared with his uncle.
Their relationship is indeed close, but trust always has a limit, which doesn’t affect Yang Xiao’s feelings toward Second Demon Uncle.
Tai Wenqin’s words revealed many key details to Yang Xiao — Corpse Grass cannot be used arbitrarily; one must choose what suits them and what they can endure.
Comparatively, Angels with strong spiritual power will find it safer to use, whereas it is almost a gamble with life for Low-level Apostles.
At this moment, someone rushed in to report to Yang Xiao: The life of the severely injured has been saved, though they won’t be leaving bed anytime soon. All three lightly injured brothers have also been treated.
Hearing that lives were saved, Tai Wenqin also breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Yang Xiao. "Mr. Yang, the temple festival starts at 10 AM. If you’re interested, I can take you there."
"Thank you for your kind offer, but Boss Zhou’s goods are still here; it’s inconvenient for me to leave." Yang Xiao understood the reason for his visit; he’s not one to join lively festivities.
Tai Wenqin didn’t insist, chatted a bit more, and then left, as he still had a message for the innkeeper.
Watching Tai Wenqin leave, Yang Xiao turned and went upstairs to tell Professor Cui about the 10 AM temple festival. Surprisingly, Professor Cui permitted Yang Xiao to follow Tai Wenqin for the experience.
"This... This isn’t right, how can I leave you here alone, Uncle, with these goods?" Yang Xiao was a bit confused.
"You go when you’re told to; leave the Bone Token to me." Professor Cui reached out.
With the Bone Token in hand, Professor Cui seemed relieved, then introduced it to Yang Xiao. "This Bone Token signifies that they are guests invited by Dharma Sect. Bangshu Town is an important base for Dharma Sect, and with this token, no one dares to act out."
"You can go yourself; leave the rest to me, haha, Dharma Sect’s temple festival is rare, you’ll gain insight." Professor Cui spoke with hidden meaning, seemingly hinting at something.
Yang Xiao didn’t quite understand being sent away for a festival, but he guessed there were two reasons: firstly, as Professor Cui said, having the Bone Token ensures absolute safety; secondly, Professor Cui might be dealing with some secretive matters, not suitable for Yang Xiao’s presence.
Whichever reason, Yang Xiao decided to heed Professor Cui’s advice, as Professor Cui is worldly-wise. Since he says there’s no issue, there definitely will be none.
The force of Yin Temple doesn’t quite get along with Patrol Defense Office, so knowing more about Yin Temple’s information may be useful down the line.
He also wanted to witness the presence of the top martial artist in Bangshu City, one of the nine White Robe Venerables of Dharma Sect.
With sunlight awakening Bangshu Town, it came to life, the outside hustle equal to Mituo, amidst languages Yang Xiao couldn’t understand, Myanmar and Thai.
Having stayed up all night, Yang Xiao greeted Tai Wenqin, and took the early opportunity for a nap.
A little after 9 AM, Tai Wenqin arrived and brought Yang Xiao a set of local clothes.
After changing, staring at himself in the mirror, Yang Xiao found it awkward all around.
"Let’s hurry up, or we’ll miss good spots." With Tai Wenqin’s urging, Yang Xiao tidied up a bit, and after greeting Professor Cui, followed Tai Wenqin to depart.
Outside, the daylight was bright, the alley once bustling was now silent. Leading Yang Xiao through narrow alleys, Tai Wenqin explained this kind of temple festival occurs only every few months, considered a major event in the town.
During such crucial dates, townspeople join the crowd, also praying for family blessings, with almost all being Dharma Sect believers. With luck, they might even receive the Venerable’s grace.
When Yang Xiao asked about the grace, Tai Wenqin teasingly told him to find out firsthand.
Finally emerging from the alley was the main street, already crowded, every face displaying a peculiar zeal. They waved arms, synchronized steps to a certain beat, uttering strange calls while inching forward.
At the alley entrance, Yang Xiao saw a white poster with a few lines in Myanmar and Thai.
"Stick close, don’t talk," Tai Wenqin said as he led Yang Xiao into the fervent celebratory crowd.
Moving with the throng, after half an hour, they arrived at the town center, featuring a giant square layered with white Goose Egg Stone.
Yang Xiao looked up to find a white temple towering at the square’s center, surrounded by a sea of people — most of Bangshu Town’s populace gathered. Near the temple’s white walls, white-robed Dharma Sect believers maintained order.
The shouts around rose higher and higher, Yang Xiao felt the ground beneath him tremble to the rhythm; the combined force of tens of thousands shouting was astonishing.
Yet, suddenly the shouts weakened, replaced by a deep drum sound.
The drum was from the white temple, its rhythm causing the temple’s white doors to gradually open.
In the next instant, the crowd pushed, clearing a path before the white door.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
...
Simultaneously, another drum sounded, resonating with the temple’s drumbeats, emanating wild primal power. Following the sound, Yang Xiao’s pupils constricted as he saw several white giant beasts approaching.
They were painted completely white elephants, or rather, giant elephants. Particularly the middle one, moving like a fortress, Yang Xiao had never seen such a massive elephant.
Seeing the elephants advancing along the cleared path, the Dharma believers around fell to their knees, muttering prayers.
Yang Xiao squatted slyly with Tai Wenqin, both fully concealed within the crowd.
Until the elephant group neared them, Yang Xiao finally observed that behind the white giant elephant was a huge wooden cart, atop which was a tent of white cloth, within which sat a person cross-legged.
The person was clad in a white robe, burly and tall — if standing, at least 2.23 meters, 3 due to perspective, Yang Xiao couldn’t see his face and expression.
On each side of the cart were two rows of white-robed followers, eight per side, totaling sixteen. These folks wore no shoes, bare feet atop white Goose Egg Stones, solemn and devout.
The burly man with elephants towing his cart was none other than Bangshu Town’s guarding White Robe Venerable.
"Those white-robed ones are the Venerable’s Protective Child Bodies, they’re almost like disciples," Tai Wenqin whispered.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao noticed among the white-robed ones next to him a familiar face, scrutinizing, he confirmed it was the same guy from their clash last night.
Despite the distance, Yang Xiao shouldn’t have recognized him, but in the group, he was unique — his eyes were swollen.
This person was indeed the White Robe Venerable’s disciple, which Yang Xiao hadn’t expected, truly underestimating this kid. Fortunately, Tai Wenqin intervened last night, preventing major trouble.
Though Yang Xiao couldn’t be blamed; it was the other party who initiated conflict, even killing one of theirs.
As the divine-looking White Robe Venerable neared the temple, Yang Xiao suddenly recalled last night’s dream, in which he was chased by a mysterious figure, with Tai Wenqin’s head hanging at Its waist, reaching its chest.
Calculating thus, the mystery man was undoubtedly unusually burly and tall.
"Could it... be him?!" Yang Xiao trembled in his pupils.
