About an hour later, the sound of wooden fish slowly fell, and a smell of sandalwood came to my nose.
Under the dim light, an eminent monk sat upright with a calm face.
Lin Bing's heart trembled, as if he had found a long-lost peace, and then he whispered.
"Master, I have been feeling restless recently. Every night late at night, the sound of chanting sutras echoes in my ears, making me unable to sleep. Please give me some advice."
The eminent monk smiled slightly and said, "This is caused by inner demons. There is no need to worry about it. The way of cultivation requires cutting off thousands of worries. Over time, it will dissipate on its own."
Lin Bing nodded in agreement and thanked the master for his teaching.
But when he was leaving, he suddenly turned around and saw the master looking at him with a strange smile, which made Lin Bing feel that something was wrong.
That smile was like a ghost in the night, quietly appearing and then disappearing.
Lin Bing couldn't help but shudder, and the hairs on his back stood up one by one, because that smile was so terrifying, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
Then he walked out of the temple quickly, with that weird smile lingering behind him like a shadow. Lin Bing's heartbeat was like a drum, and his steps were getting faster and faster. He didn't dare to look back until the lights of the ancient temple were blurred in front of his eyes.
The next day, the sunlight filtered through the dense leaves and shone dappledly in front of Lin Bing's cave.
A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it failed to dispel the vigilance in his heart.
Outside the cave, four uninvited guests suddenly arrived.
The four figures slowly approached. Lin Bing took a closer look, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Because the visitors were none other than the four Taoist priests, the same monks who had besieged him and Zhiqiu before. At this moment, these people had sinister smiles on their faces and greed in their eyes.
The corner of Lin Bing's mouth raised, revealing a sneer. His strength was not what it used to be, so when he looked at the four Taoist priests, he felt calm in his heart.
A golden light erupted from Lin Bing's body and instantly enveloped the entire cave. The four Taoist priests were trapped by the golden light and could not move for a while.
Then Lin Bing flashed and appeared directly in front of them.
In the golden light, the four Taoist priests were pale and trembling. They looked at Lin Bing in horror, their eyes full of despair.
Lin Bingbing stared at them coldly, with a strong murderous intention in his heart.
The murderous intention was like a ball of fire, instantly igniting his whole body. He felt his fingers tremble slightly, which was the power of the Nascent Soul in his body that was about to move.
"Senior...Senior, we were wrong. Please spare our lives. Let's leave now."
One of the Taoist priests stammered, his legs shaking like chaff, and he almost fell to his knees.
The corners of Lin Bing's mouth raised, revealing a cruel smile. He clenched his fists suddenly, and the power of the Nascent Soul in his body exploded instantly. Golden light shot at the four Taoist priests like sharp arrows, drowning them instantly.
After killing the four Taoist priests, Lin Bing stood outside the cave and let the breeze blow across his face.
There was a strange feeling in his heart, which was an even stronger killing intent than before. He looked at the four corpses on the ground, and there was still fear in the eyes of the four Taoist priests, as if they were accusing him of cruelty.
Lin Bing suddenly remembered that since entering Exorcist Town, every time he took action, he seemed to have become more rash and more bloodthirsty. It seemed that in this endless practice, killing had become a way for him to release his inner pressure.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart, but the killing intent was like a wild horse, breaking free from its restraints and becoming wilder.
Now Lin Bing kills four people, just like killing four ants, without any mercy or hesitation, but with a sense of pleasure after revenge.
At night, the moonlight was like water, pouring on Lin Bing's cave.
The strange chanting sound rang in his ears again, clearer than in the daytime. It seemed to have magical power, making Lin Bing uneasy and unable to sleep.
He put on his clothes and stood up, walked out of the cave, and looked up at the bright moon.
Under the moonlight, Lin Bing's figure seemed a little lonely, and the sound of chanting sutras followed him closely like a shadow, and he could not get rid of it no matter where he went.
Lin Bing's heart moved, and she suddenly thought of the old monk again. She wondered if he could give her some advice to get rid of this annoying voice?
However, when he thought of that monk's weird smile, Lin Bing's footsteps stopped involuntarily.
That smile was like a shadow that filled him with fear.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned back to the cave, deciding to endure it for one more night.
After being tormented by this sutra sound until midnight, Lin Bing suddenly discovered that the sound of the sutra chanting was very similar to the voice of the young monk Zhiqiu he knew before.
Thinking of this, Lin Bing suddenly jumped up and sat up from the bed.
The voice was right next to his ears, clear and ethereal, and every word pierced his heart like a needle.
"Dong dong dong..."
At this moment, a very strong wooden fish sound suddenly sounded outside the cave.
Lin Bing's heart tightened, and he put on his shoes and walked outside the cave, regardless of the silence of the night, because he wanted to see clearly who was knocking wooden fish outside his cave.
The sound of the wooden fish became clearer and clearer. When he walked outside the cave, he found that it was the old monk from the ancient temple.
At this moment, he was holding a wooden fish and banging hard outside Lin Bing's cave. The sound was like thunder, echoing the sound of the sutra.
When Lin Bing heard the sound of the old monk's wooden fish knocking for the first time, he still felt very peaceful inside, but now he found it very unpleasant, especially when combined with the sound of the sutra, the two were like a curse.
Lin Bing's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a splitting headache. Then he stared at the old monk closely, and felt that the sound of the wooden fish seemed to come from his body, which was extremely strange.
Lin Bing suddenly felt that the old monk was very scary. The sound of the wooden fish seemed to be eroding his soul, making him unable to control himself. He rushed forward, grabbed the old monk's hand, and shouted to stop him.
"Stop knocking!"
The old monk didn't seem to hear anything. He knocked the wooden fish more urgently. Lin Bing felt angry and pushed the old monk hard. However, the old monk's body was like a mountain, motionless.
"Get away!" Lin Bing shouted, using the power of his Nascent Soul, he pushed hard, causing the old monk to stumble and fall to the ground.
Lin Bing took the opportunity to grab the wooden fish and threw it to the ground. The wooden fish instantly broke into several pieces. There was no sound of the wooden fish, and even the sound of the sutra was much quieter.
The old monk stood up slowly and looked at Lin Bing with a strange look. He sighed deeply and whispered.
"You have too many inner demons. If you don't wake up soon, I'm afraid you will fall into a place of eternal disaster."
Lin Bing was stunned, inner demon? He actually has inner demons? If he hadn't been practicing hard all the time, where did his inner demons come from? Why did the old monk say this?
"Why do you say I have inner demons?" Lin Bing couldn't help but ask.
