Chapter 1654: Incredible

"But he has been dead for decades; can he still exert such a great influence? I find it a bit hard to believe," Chuan Naizi asked.

Yes, she truly found it a bit hard to believe; after all, she did not really believe in these things, and what Chen Yu said was too profound and mysterious—that a dead man could actually exert such a great influence.

"That is because you do not know how heavy the punishment of the Heavenly Dao is for a person who has committed grave sins," Chen Yu glanced at her and said: "Discussing this issue now has no meaning. The most urgent task is to get out first, and after getting out, destroy his Relic Pagoda."

"I am afraid that cannot be done." Chuan Naizi was slightly stunned, and then a surge of anger rose in her eyes: "No matter what, in our view, he is a national hero."

"So that is why this virus appeared." Chen Yu frowned.

"Chen Yu... you are a Yisheng, you wouldn't use this matter to threaten me, would you?" Chuan Naizi looked up at him.

"Don't be so quick to put a high hat on me." Chen Yu said indifferently: "I am a Yisheng, and also a Huaxia person. There are some things I cannot tolerate. This matter is even more serious than Yamamoto framing me."

"I know this matter is intolerable to you, but Chen Yu..." Chuan Naizi sighed: "Even if I am begging you, okay?"

"What you need to do is actually very simple: accompany me inside, I will destroy that thing with my own hands, grind Qingtian Yilang's bones to dust, and vent the anger in my heart; that will be enough."

Chen Yu said: "I don't care how much your nation worships him, but in my eyes, he is just a criminal, because after you announced your surrender, this grandson continued to run rampant in Huaxia committing crimes; he refused to surrender and killed many people."

"After he was finally arrested, due to the situation at the time, we couldn't skin him alive, and you treat him as a hero?"

"Don't play the emotional card with me either; it's useless. If you take me over to find his Relic Pagoda and I destroy it to vent my anger, then it's fine. If you also think he is a hero, then I'm sorry, this is more serious than the matter of Yamamoto Masao framing me."

"Fine, I will take you there. Actually, the education I received since childhood was that I could not deny Qingtian Yilang's deeds because I am a Fusang person, but as a normal person, I think he is just a murderer."

Chuan Naizi gritted her teeth and said: "I have my faith, but today, I have abandoned my faith. I can take you there, and I can even destroy the Relic Pagoda with my own hands."

"Fine, since you have such thoughts, then there is nothing left for us to argue about. Let's go." Chen Yu nodded slightly; Chuan Naizi's sense of the big picture was still acceptable.

She knew what should be discarded and what should not, so Chen Yu was willing to help her and lend her a hand.

"Let's go, the temple is just ahead." Chen Yu looked up and pointed at the temple: "There are many Relic Pagodas enshrined inside. I think since Qingtian Yilang is regarded by you as a hero and a War God, the position he occupies must be extraordinary."

"I know where it is. My father... when I was young, he once brought me here to pay respects." Chuan Naizi said with her head lowered: "At that time, I didn't understand what a criminal was; I had just been brainwashed by many people into thinking he was a hero."

"You Fusang people are truly persistent." Chen Yu sneered and stepped toward the temple.

The temple could not be called dilapidated, but it was of great age.

The moss on the walls had grown thick, and some of the decorations were already covered in rust.

Opening the temple door, one could see corpses all over the ground; most of these corpses were monks, and they still maintained the state they were in before they died.

The temple gate had been tightly shut; it was clear that before they died, they had sensed that something was wrong, so they tightly shut the temple gate, trying to escape this disaster.

Inside the temple, there were also some local villagers; it was clear they were refugees, hoping to use the protection of the Buddha to escape this disaster.

Unfortunately, the temple was too small to hold so many people, so in order to save themselves, the monks could only keep the temple gate shut and turn these people away.

"Did even the temple's abbot, Master Huang Jue, fail to escape this disaster?" Chuan Naizi looked at the scene before her, her expression shocked, and she muttered.

"Huang Jue? Is he a high monk?" Chen Yu asked.

"He is an enlightened high monk, considered to be of high virtue and prestige here, and he is someone who truly possesses Buddha Power." Chuan Naizi said: "But I didn't expect that even he could not escape this disaster."

"As long as one is a somewhat normal person, they wouldn't treat a grave criminal as a hero. He built a Relic Pagoda for Qingtian, and even chanted scriptures to protect him?"

Chen Yu sneered: "A piece-of-trash high monk, just a monk who sought fame and profit in the secular world. Truly high-level people never claim to be high-level; they only live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, ignoring worldly affairs."

Chuan Naizi did not refute him, because she knew that what Chen Yu said was the truth.

But her faith did not allow her to unconditionally support Chen Yu, so she could only keep her mouth shut.

Slowly pushing open the door to the main hall, Chuan Naizi could not help but be startled; she saw more than ten corpses lying helter-skelter in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall.

These corpses had wounds on them; they did not die from the virus, but were hacked to death by someone.

"Someone has been here. They killed all the monks in the temple. Who exactly is it?" Chuan Naizi was shocked.

Originally, she thought the situation in this place was the same as outside, that they had all died from the virus, but she did not expect this to be the situation.

"These monks were not infected with the virus. They tightly shut the hall doors to save themselves, but someone inside killed them." Chen Yu walked up and looked at the wounds on the monks' bodies.

Judging from the wounds on these monks, they were not caused by sharp weapons, but rather looked like they were caused by heavy blows from a Buddhist Vajra Pestle.

"Who would do such a thing?" Chuan Naizi gritted her teeth and said: "What is their purpose in doing this?"

Chen Yu did not speak, but he vaguely already had the answer in his heart. He looked up toward the back of the Buddha statue.

This Buddha statue was a golden sculpture, and the Buddha's face revealed an expression of neither sorrow nor joy, but behind the Buddha statue, a white-robed monk was sitting on a meditation cushion.

He had his hands pressed together, his eyes tightly shut, his body trembling uncontrollably, and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Master Huang Jue..." Chuan Naizi was startled, and she hurriedly walked up: "What is wrong with you, Master Huang Jue? What happened here?"

Huang Jue slowly opened his eyes; he was trembling incessantly, and his teeth were chattering.

"I am Chuan Naizi, we have met before, don't you remember me? My father brought me here before, have you forgotten who he is?" Chuan Naizi thought he had been frightened and hurriedly comforted him: "Master Huang Jue, let me take you away from here first; this place is too dangerous."