[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 54: Mud Buddha (6)

When Sui Lin realized that he would also show an ugly face in front of the Bodhisattva, he could even bear the pain of the flesh peeling off his hands, and quickly hid his hands behind his back.

Lin Huaisheng called him: "Sui Lin!" The

Bodhisattva said solemnly, "Take out your hand." The

Bodhisattva had his name in his mouth, and Sui Lin felt that he should be grateful for these two words, and his heart felt a strange joy. He knelt down on the Bodhisattva seat for twenty years, and finally got the Bodhisattva's response.

Sui Lin stretched out his hand in front of Lin Huaisheng again, he still had a feeling of inferiority, but he began to feel that this could also be a means for him to win mercy.

The God of the River directly grabbed Sui Lin's hand, tearing him away from his timid and pitiful appearance.

The arrogant River God showed a sneering expression: "If you can't stretch your hand straight, it's better to break it completely, you know?"

Sui Lin immediately turned cold.

With the help of the God of the River as an intermediary, Lin Huaisheng quickly saw the palms of Sui Lin, Wang Yang and Li Qingming.

"It's a curse."

Lin Huaisheng said, and went to the village where the situation was even worse. At this time, the villagers were unconscious of the pain, and even when the Bodhisattva they thought was terrifying approached, they no longer resisted it.

"They are all the same."

After speaking, Lin Huaisheng cast a spell on these people. The Bodhisattva is supposed to beautify all living beings, and a burst of soft white light attached to all of them, and they immediately became clear and relieved from the severe pain. It's just that the curse on his body still hasn't disappeared.

Zhao You was anxious, and asked, "What happened to them! Why did it become like this?"

Zhao You's voice was so noisy that everyone would inevitably look at him, and thus discovered that he was different.

Wang Yang looked at his classmate in a daze: "Zhao You, you are fine..."

Apart from the two gods, Zhao You was the only one who was safe and sound.

Zhao You also realized it later, the young man stared blankly at his hand, but there was no secret joy to escape, but he was completely at a loss.

Li Qingming suddenly said, "It's rain."

"We were all drenched in the rain, and those people just rushed out of the temple only to become like that."

Li Qingming's words revealed the truth, and everyone suddenly realized. Immediately, the two gods discussed and tried to force the rain out of these people to verify their guesses. Lin Huaisheng couldn't help with matters related to water, so the river god could only do it.

As the river god cast spells, the rainwater attached to the villagers gradually floated up and formed a water film. The water film was icy blue at first, but turned to cloudy black in an instant after leaving the human body. No one knew what these things were, but an indescribable nausea and depression filled the entire Bodhisattva Temple. The River God frowned tightly, and under the operation of the spell, these sludge-like rain films were squeezed into balls by him.

"Go!"

He flicked his sleeves and shouted angrily.

These dirty things then all went out of the temple, and they just entered the rain curtain, and they merged with the rainstorm silently. It also means that as long as there is a little raindrop on it, you have to endure the pain of being gnawed down to the bones.

As long as the heavy rain does not stop, they cannot leave and are completely trapped in the Bodhisattva Temple.

Lin Huaisheng was worried. When he turned around, the pieces of meat on the ground were no longer visible, and everyone had recovered.

Everything seemed to be just a dream, only the feeling of pain was still deeply imprinted in their minds, everyone was terrified, and their complexions were not very good-looking. Zhao You didn't help them, and just sat on the ground together. He murmured: "It's scary..."

Wang Yang turned pale, and punched his friend on the shoulder: "You're pissed, aren't you?"

Sui Rin said The only one among them who didn't want to rest, he immediately came to Lin Huaisheng's side and looked Lin Huaisheng up and down.

"Bodhisattva, are you alright?"

Lin Huaisheng just wanted to respond that it's okay, but his empty divine power didn't say so. He had consumed too much energy, and the clay container carrying him was getting heavier little by little, pulling his divine body back, and when he could no longer escape from the shackles of the statue, it was the time of death for this Bodhisattva.

When the gods have a premonition of their own death, they will also become greedy, pulling their followers desperately, hoping to get tribute from the other party.

This is a desire that belongs to a god, but Lin Huaisheng fully empathizes with it, any life longs to live.

The Bodhisattva took the initiative to grab Sui Lin's arm.

For Sui Lin, all the disasters today are no match for the surprises he got one after another. He didn't dare to overstep, but the Bodhisattva made him fearful and ecstatic.

Suppressing the trill in her throat, Sui Lin asked in a low voice, "What do you need me to do?" The

Bodhisattva's eyes were fixed.

"...I want incense." I

want tribute.

Want to be godly.

want faith.

In the Bodhisattva temple with hanging tents, the Bodhisattva said frankly that he needed devout followers, and the devotees would do anything for him.

Sui Lin immediately took out a large bundle of incense from the corner. In the humid room full of humidity, the lighter was not very effective, but the believer had a kind of courage. If the lighter could not be used, he could even refine himself into oil. His eyes were like a torch, he was not looking at the incense in his hand, but at the Bodhisattva. Sui Rin also hoped that the Bodhisattva was looking at him.

Lin Huaisheng stared at the offering in Sui Lin's hand, and he let out a long sigh of relief when the incense was finally lit.

The poor-quality incense made everyone cough, and they noticed Lin Huaisheng and Sui Lin.

I saw that Sui Lin was holding a large bundle of incense to offer, when he pulled out the old incense burnt in the censer, the new incense in his hand shook off the ashes in clusters, gray incense sticks of different lengths Like countless dead maggots, they burned on the back of Sui Lin's hand and fell to the ground one after another. After experiencing the scene where the meat fell to the ground, it was hard for everyone not to think about it, and the smell of fireworks made their minds swell, and several people were already holding back vomiting with their mouths puffed out. The God of the River turned cold. As a god, he

knew Lin Huaisheng's current situation better. He picked up a few people and said to them: "Go and burn incense, hurry up!" Said

: "Let me come."

Zhao You also said that he was here to help.

The small incense burner was filled to the brim, and the altar was covered with incense ash, but Lin Huaisheng clearly realized that it was not enough, not enough at all. What he wanted was not incense, but sincerity of faith.

The God of the River came to Lin Huaisheng's side, he looked at this Bodhisattva who was so stupid that he was about to sacrifice himself, and said with hatred.

"Bodhisattva, you are about to die." The

River God pointed out directly, and all eyes in the temple were focused on the two gods. There are too many eyes, even the gods can't tell what is going on in the hearts of these human beings.

The River God ordered a few people again.

"You, you... you guys go to offer incense to the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva saved your life, so be sincere."

And the God of the River ordered the villagers who still had a little bit of Bodhisattva in their hearts.

The gods can know whether the other party's faith is pious enough through the offerings made by the believers, but if it is not full, the power of the vows will be greatly reduced, but for the current clay bodhisattva, it is better than nothing.

After these people's incense was lit, Lin Huaisheng gained more faith, and his complexion finally returned to normal from ashen white.

Instead, Sui Lin seemed to suffer all the pain for his god.

"Buddha......"

He was bewildered, unwilling to believe that his god was welcoming death.

But the God of the River said: "You can hug him."

"Gods love the hearts of pious people the most." To

be looked up to, longed for, and needed.

"As long as there is a devout believer, the god will never fall." The

golden eyes of the god were icy cold: "Remember to wipe your hands clean, you dog."

A god taught another god's believer how to worship the god , How absurd, but all absurdities are staged in today's Bodhisattva Temple.

In front of everyone's eyes, Sui Lin behaved like a dancing child, he never concealed his emotions about Bodhisattva. He hugged the Bodhisattva, and his long limbs turned into vines. He turned his back to everyone so that no one could see the Bodhisattva.

Lin Huaisheng didn't know why the God of the River came up with such an idea, but when he was held in Sui Lin's arms, he realized that the hot body temperature of the believers was more effective than any incense, and maybe there were hotter than this body temperature in every corner of the temple. people's eyes, but Lin Huaisheng could only feel the heat on Sui Lin's body.

Sui Lin hugged for a while, and then let go, but it didn't take long for him to stick up again.

His voice was very low, as if he only wanted to tell Lin Huaisheng.

"I sweated a little... I wiped it off, I will be very careful, don't worry." But

Lin Huaisheng's body was not warm, and Sui Lin was actually sweating.