Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 2297 - 1027: Hundred Monks One Poem

In front is a towering mountain reaching into the clouds.

The stone steps, five meters long and half a foot wide, are exceptionally steep at seventy degrees, like a ladder to the clouds, stepping on them seems as if one could ascend to the heavens.

At the mountain top,

amidst swirling clouds, there is a temple looming in and out of sight.

Lin Baici did not rush to go up, because on either side of the stairs, there were prayer mats, with a monk sitting cross-legged on each.

There were two every meter, extending all the way up.

These monks wore bamboo hats, had Buddha beads around their necks, wore uniform white inner garments with black monk robes on top, and grass sandals woven from spear grass on their feet.

They didn’t hold Zen Canes but instead had their hands clasped, in a posture of prayer.

In front of each of them, there was a wooden fish.

Lin Baici exchanged a glance with San Miyairi.

"I’ll go first!"

Before San Miyairi could finish, Lin Baici had already stepped onto the stairs.

Since they were already there, what did it matter who went first?

As Lin Baici and San Miyairi rushed up the steps, running up over a dozen, those monks picked up the wooden fish and began to beat them.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

At the same time, they started chanting sutras.

Lin Baici’s brows immediately furrowed.

He couldn’t understand the sutras, but the chanting was so eerie it made his scalp tingle.

"Why does your Dongying always have this underworld pollution?"

Lin Baici quipped, referring to the Dongying-hosted Olympics opening ceremony years ago which also had this underworld style.

Emphasizing a non-human theme.

He couldn’t understand how such an aesthetic developed.

"If I were in charge, I’d definitely switch it to something of the living world."

San Miyairi shrugged.

The two continued climbing the steps.

When Lin Baici was in high school, he heard from classmates that there were a few pieces of music banned because, supposedly, listening to them gave one the urge to commit suicide.

He couldn’t find them online, and naturally, he hadn’t heard them, nor did he quite believe it.

How powerful could music get?

But now, Lin Baici was a believer.

The buzzing chanting of the monks was like thousands of flies buzzing around his ears, making him irritable.

His heart rate unknowingly increased.

Then came the nausea, dizziness, and urge to vomit.

This wasn’t even the most troublesome, because after the two hundredth step, both Lin Baici and San Miyairi began to sweat profusely, trembling uncontrollably.

Their hands and feet shaking made the climbing speed slow.

Heart palpitations, anxiety, irritability...

All sorts of negative emotions swept in like a tsunami.

Lin Baici shook his head, trying to calm down, but it was to no avail.

All the unhappy experiences from his childhood, many he’d forgotten, now surfaced crystal clear.

For instance, in first grade, on the way to school, he was bitten by a Pomeranian that an old lady didn’t leash.

The old lady not only refused to compensate him for the rabies vaccine but also scolded him for scaring her dog, saying he wasn’t worth anything and that even his meals weren’t as good as the dog’s.

For instance, in middle school, because a female classmate liked him, a boy who had a crush on her gave him trouble during gym class, crashing him into the basketball hoop, splitting his head open, requiring seven stitches.

One by one, all these awful memories, memories Lin Baici never wanted to recall, surged from the depths of his mind, and the feelings of defeat and displeasure magnified tenfold.

Thinking about these grievances made Lin Baici’s eyes redden, giving him the urge to kill.

San Miyairi wasn’t much better off.

Her mind was full of the inadequacies she suffered over the years.

Some top wealthy second-generation starting a business and doing live streams, leaving a mess behind for his mother to clean up after facing setbacks.

Ordinary people can’t even be mentioned.

Life is riddled with suffering!

San Miyairi was just an ordinary person; it was Suzuka Momoka who gave her a Meteorite, allowing her to step into the ranks of the God Hunters.

San Miyairi is a determined person; she would not just seek justice from Suzuka Momoka when wronged, and precisely because Momoka was Dayao’s priestess, San Miyairi worked even harder, always leading into God’s ruins to deal with rule pollution.

She didn’t want people to say Momoka had poor judgment, choosing a worthless friend.

To become No.1, San Miyairi endured much suffering; now, these hard times surged like the ocean waves one after another, threatening to drown her.

San Miyairi felt the urge to strike those monks but knew she couldn’t.

"Lin... Lord Lin!"

San Miyairi shouted, "Whatever you do, don’t touch those monks; otherwise, the curse will worsen!"

These secrets were all learned from Suzuka Momoka.

"I know!"

Lin Baici never planned to make a move. If slaying all these monks could purify the rules pollution, then that would be too simple, not worthy of being the pollution guarding the Dragon Palace.

Lin Baici’s head was splitting with pain, as if he had a fever of 104 degrees, almost unable to think.

No matter what, he must calm himself down first.

At least don’t let your mind wander.

Lin Baici immediately activated the Mantra Buddha Resound, beginning to chant the "Diamond Sutra."

Why is it so? This person is devoid of self, devoid of human, devoid of sentient beings, devoid of lifespan.

If one seeks me by form, seeks me by sound, this person is walking in false paths, cannot see the Tathagata.

Lin Baici hadn’t forgotten the domineering power of his two sutras.

One allowed him to be the center of attention at his freshman evening gala, granting him four years of preferential mating rights; another let him harvest millions of fans, becoming a household name as a major anchor on Bilibili.

To this day, his two sutras are still a favorite among middle-aged women, with some even setting them as ringtones.

With the chanting emerging from his mouth, Lin Baici’s head hurt less, and his frenzied emotions were subdued.

"It works!"

San Miyairi was overjoyed.

Those chaotic memories, like monkeys jumping out of Five-Finger Mountain, were pressed back by the Tathagata Buddha’s mighty hand.

Amitabha!

Lord Lin is invincible!

Lin Baici chanted as he climbed the mountain, naturally slowing down.

After climbing another hundred steps, the monks’ chanting grew louder.

If Lin Baici understood Sanskrit, he would know that the monks had already exchanged sutras.

"Must find a way to shut these monks up!"

San Miyairi clearly felt Lin Baici’s sutras’ effects being suppressed.

Lin Baici frowned, racking his brains.

"Do you have any other stronger sutras?"

San Miyairi spoke up, then suddenly shivered.

What’s going on?

Why do I keep urging Lord Lin like a helpless fool?

I wasn’t like this before!

San Miyairi actually understood that Lin Baici was not only strong; more importantly, he was reliable, and she didn’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back by him. That strong sense of security made San Miyairi subconsciously rely on him.

Even with Xia Hongyao and Gu Qingqiu, whom she hadn’t known for long, San Miyairi trusted them.

Because those two girls consider her half-friends and disdain doing sneaky underhanded things.

"No!"

Lin Baici frowned even deeper.

Make these people shut up?

Seems like he can’t do it?

Lin Baici quickly went through the Divine Grace he possessed in his mind and discovered one that might have miraculous effects.

Passionate Idol, activate!

San Miyairi immediately stared at Lin Baici, unblinkingly.

Wow!

The calm and composed Lord Lin is so charming!

His voice is so sexy!

His eyes are so mesmerizing, like stars!

That mouth, wonder what it feels like to kiss?

His saliva must be sweet, right?

San Miyairi lost herself in thought for over ten seconds, suddenly raising her hand to slap herself hard twice.

Smack!

"What did you do?"

San Miyairi questioned.

This guy must have activated some kind of Divine Grace; otherwise, why would I feel like a brainless, fanatic girl fawning over him?

San Miyairi was quite proud of her self-control.

Lin Baici ignored San Miyairi, more focused on chanting.

This Divine Grace, Passionate Idol, was something Lin Baici hadn’t used since obtaining it because it had a brainwashing effect.

Once activated, it would make Lin Baici shine brightly like a top superstar, worshipped by the masses.

Anyone seeing Lin Baici, hearing his voice, would automatically perceive him through a lens, seeing him as the most beautiful thing in the world.

If those affected were ordinary people, even if Lin Baici told them to eat Oreos, they wouldn’t refuse.