[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle":3,"chapter-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-48":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Dimension Park: I Am the Summoning Apostle",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279065,4458,"Chapter 48: Temple","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>After the snowstorm subsided, the two set out for Nanshan Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smell him,” Da Bao suddenly found a bloodstained scrap of cloth among the roadside rubble, pointing at Guo Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ming’s eyes widened—he recognized the cloth scrap as belonging to his retainer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing, seeing his expression, confirmed his suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The retainer’s clothing had torn and caught on the rocks as he was dragged away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still traces left nearby; Chu Danqing looked at Da Bao and asked, “Can you follow them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could trace the trail to Zhanji Hu, there would be no need to go to Nanshan Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Bao said nothing, climbing nimbly up a tree to scout. After about two minutes, he came down and shook his head: “No—the snowstorm covered it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the earlier snowstorm, the remaining traces might still have been trackable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, everything was blank white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas, fate is cruel,” Guo Ming sighed. He and Zhanji Hu had accumulated both new grudges and old ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take heart,” Chu Danqing comforted him. “Let’s go to Nanshan Temple first—it’s not far now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ming could only nod, climbing the mountain with Da Bao’s help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the temple gate, they saw it tightly shut, and all around was eerily quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing called out for nearly five minutes before a monk’s voice answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nanshan Temple is closed for the winter. Come back next spring,” came the monk’s voice from behind the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such heavy snow and the disaster, the temple naturally dared not open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If starving refugees came, the losses could be incalculable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When people are desperate with hunger, they’ll do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One of my companions was injured while climbing the mountain. As monks, you uphold compassion—please lend aid,” Chu Danqing said truthfully—Guo Ming truly needed treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have no medicine here. Better hurry down to the city and find a good physician,” the monk hesitated, then refused to open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ming’s face darkened—he was already in a foul mood for many reasons, and now this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily, the people offered incense and offerings, yet now, not only would they not help, they wouldn’t even open the temple gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not villains—just travelers enjoying the snow,” Chu Danqing said, pulling a silver ingot from his sleeve and tossing it over: “Here’s for medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no shortage of silver—he was a patron of the Lu family, and had received a substantial settlement fee upon arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver landed; Chu Danqing heard the monk pick it up behind the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a moment, I’ll ask the abbot,” the monk said, then vanished in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even entering a temple requires silver to open the door,” Guo Ming grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing was used to it—this wasn’t even remarkable. He’d seen great monks turn their temples into listed corporations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they were willing to act for money, it was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, footsteps returned, and the temple gate slowly creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, thin monk in padded robes strained to push the gate wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guests, please enter,” the monk said after opening the passage for the three of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they entered, the monk led them to the guest quarters, examined Guo Ming’s wound, and applied medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s getting late today. Rest here for now; you can descend tomorrow when the weather clears,” the monk said, gathering his medicine to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Danqing spoke first: “I’ve noticed the temple usually has many monks—why so quiet today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk’s eyes flickered at the question, then replied: “Yangxian County suffered a disaster; the temple can no longer feed so many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So we sent many down the mountain—hence the emptiness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excuse sounded plausible, but Chu Danqing didn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk’s lie was far too obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn’t expose it, feigning acceptance: “The world is harsh—even Nanshan Temple, once so prosperous, cannot withstand this disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed,” the monk replied. “Would you like a vegetarian meal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we brought our own,” Chu Danqing declined outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the greed flickering in the tall monk’s eyes—accepting would mean paying again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d paid once; he wouldn’t pay twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being refused, the monk’s eyes darkened with disappointment, and his demeanor grew cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered a perfunctory apology and left with his tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I came here before, Nanshan Temple wasn’t so greedy and worldly,” Guo Ming wanted to curse, but he dared not speak too harshly on their turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think that beast might be hiding inside Nanshan Temple?” Chu Danqing didn’t respond to Guo Ming’s complaint—he voiced his own suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ming paused, confused by Chu Danqing’s sudden leap in logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unlikely—if Zhanji Hu were truly here, how could any living person remain?” Guo Ming didn’t believe it. How could Zhanji Hu ignore fresh meat right in front of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for ghostly servants, that was possible—but it didn’t feel right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not?” Chu Danqing said slowly. “And there are no living people left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All we’ve seen are ghostly servants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Bao had confirmed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the monk was applying medicine to Guo Ming, Da Bao had whispered to Chu Danqing that the monk smelled like a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing suspected the ghostly servants were possessing corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So we’ve walked into the beast’s den???” Guo Ming gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Chu Danqing was an extraordinary man, but two against many was still perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhanji Hu had devoured countless people—how many ghostly servants had it gathered? More than thirty or fifty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely. That’s why we must probe the beast’s true nature,” Chu Danqing narrowed his eyes. “The abbot the monk mentioned must be Zhanji Hu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It didn’t attack us immediately—perhaps it just ate your retainer and isn’t hungry yet, keeping you and me as reserve food for later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. We’ll use this chance to find a way out.” Chu Danqing remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large number of ghostly servants meant nothing—Chu Danqing feared no mob attack, even unarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhanji Hu, controlling so many ghostly servants, demanded careful reconnaissance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words Guo Ming had been about to say—“Let’s leave and get help from the authorities”—died in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like a fish in a jar; even escaping seemed impossible, let alone summoning aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How confident are you, Brother Chu?” Guo Ming asked hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if we can’t defeat Zhanji Hu, getting you and me out of Nanshan Temple won’t be hard,” Chu Danqing had that much confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Bao’s physique wasn’t for show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1073,"2026-06-20T00:54:40.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f6067373fc5c30d09d630f5d61aa4453281d12083a02b3eafe5d49433cb55eb","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-49","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-47",305,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-cover.jpg"]