Chapter 663 - Qing Qiu

Chapter 663 - Qing Qiu

Yang Xiaohai looked up as he hung from the ceiling. He didn’t know what the strange water was, but he felt his body melting and his consciousness fading.

“Quick! We need to run faster!” Li Huowang dragged Yang Xiaohai and ran even faster. Their bodies gradually shrank as the sea started to come alive. It howled and hissed at them.

The waves crashed upwards and became like tongues that lapped on everything that melted off the bodies of both Li Huowang and Yang Xiaohai. The sea was trying to consume them!

Yang Xiaohai felt his brain begin buzzing as he lost strength in his limbs. Just as he thought that he was going to collapse, he saw an upside-down temple in front of him.

The temple had golden Buddhist stone pillars[1] with treasure vases on the roof of the temple. It was built on a large mountain with various stalagmites that resembled spines.

The temple was as large as a mountain. The tip of some of the pagodas were submerged in the strange sea of water but the tips remained unaffected.

“Senior Li, there’s a temple there!” Yang Xiaohai shouted excitedly.

“I see it! That’s the Antrabhara Temple[2]! It’s the exit, so quickly go there!” The closer they got, the larger the temple was. For some reason, the temple exuded an oppressive feeling.

Just as Yang Xiaohai entered the range of the Antrabhara Temple, the sound of a bell came from it. Li Huowang stopped just in front of the temple.

Li Huowang said, “Oh? Yang Xiaohai? What a rare guest.”

Yang Xiaohai saw that Li Huowang was staring at him while smiling curiously. Li Huowang was acting just like Lu Juren.

“Yang Xiaohai, why are you here?” Li Huowang beckoned for Yang Xiaohai to come out of the range of the temple.

Yang Xiaohai hesitated and shook his head.

“Why are you standing there? Come here. Let me ask you something.”

Li Huowang had just raised his foot to walk toward the temple when the bell rang again. Li Huowang stood at the same spot and repeated, “Yang Xiaohai? Why are you here? What a rare guest.”

“Senior Li, are you dead too?” Yang Xiaohai stared at him in fear.

“Dead? Maybe, but I think it’s more correct to say I was abandoned. Come here, let me show you the way out.”

Yang Xiaohai inspected his body. He realized that his left arm was twisted in a strange direction, and even his fingers were twisted.

He felt his head hurt. Apparently, he hit his head when he fell.

“Xiaohao, how are you feeling? Don’t scare me... Are you okay?” Zhao Xiumei saw Yang Xiaohai staring at her blankly and almost cried.

The three children were jumping around, scratching their ears and cheeks like monkeys.

Yang Xiaohai touched the top of his head and felt a large blood clot on the top of his head. He checked the inside of his clothes and saw the scepter that Li Huowang gave him was there too.

“I think I had a strange dream. I dreamed that Lu Juren and Senior Li were dead.”

Even Yang Xiaohai wasn’t about whether everything he saw had actually happened.

“Xiaohai, that’s enough. Let’s get out first.”

Zhao Xiumei tied him to herself with a rope before she climbed up the ravine. The three children had prepared a rope, which they tied to the top of the ravine.

“Xiumei, don’t do this. Let me rest a bit first. We can’t go up like this.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not a weak damsel. I followed my father and worked in the fields ever since I was ten. I’m actually very strong.” Zhao Xiumei pulled herself and Yang Xiaohai upwards while holding onto the rope.

The three children climbed up like monkeys and didn't need a rope.

Zhao Xiumei was sweating buckets when they finally crawled out from the ravine.

Yang Xiaohai raised his head in pain and saw that Qing Qiu had completely changed. The hills had moved. Areas where hills once stood were now flat, while new hills had formed in other places.

1. Stone pillars inscribed with sutras ☜

2. This first came up in chapter 632. Antrabhara is a period of 49 days before someone gets reincarnated after death. ☜

3. Honorific title given to a spiritual leader in real-world Tibetan Buddhism. ☜

4. A device consisting of a hollow metal cylinder with a mantra scroll tightly wound onto it. Each rotation of the wheel by hand is equivalent in efficacy to the prayer’s oral recitation multiplied by the number of times the mantra was printed on the scroll. ☜