Chapter 770 - So You’re That Kind of a Monk

Chapter 770: So You’re That Kind of a Monk
Translator: 
Exodus Tales 
 Editor: 
Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Qi Hai’s limbs were spread apart as he was hung on the eerie tombstone. He finally realized that it was not some magic trick after the unknown force appeared…
Qi Hai suddenly burst out screaming. His right eye was torn out, as if some ghost had just ripped it out. Blood jetted out from the hole, smearing down his face!
The monks shivered in fear when they saw Qi Hai suddenly lost an eye.


However, the monks soon cried out in agony too. Their ghastly cries reached the bottom of the mountain.
The monks were holding their right eyes. Blood jetted out between the gaps of their fingers. Every monk’s right eye was torn out, starting from Qi Hai, including the old monk who had accepted his fate. He was the only one who did not cry out. He remained sitting on the ground with a pale face while enduring the pain, but the other monks were already rolling on the ground, leaving blood all over the trail!

What is the point of keeping your right eye if you can’t tell who’s right or wrong?
an icy voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
The monks huddled in fear, and some even begged for their lives. They recognized Nara Orisora’s voice. The man was already dead, yet they still heard his voice. Wasn’t it obvious that he had turned into a ghost and come to get his revenge? He had come for them!

It’s meaningless to keep your right ear if you insist on believing in rumors instead of the truth,
Nara Orisora’s ghastly voice appeared once again.
The monks immediately felt their right ears being contorted. The same sharp pain they felt from their right eye was coming from their right ears!

AHHH!!!

It started with Qi Hai who was hung on the tombstone. His right ear was torn off, blood splattering everywhere. The monks felt like they had all fallen into Hell after hearing him scream.
Every monk from Yanming Temple, including Xin Yu, had their right ear tore off. An enormous pain came from their right ear even before they managed to recover from the previous pain coming from their right eye. They even preferred that Nara Orisora kill them straight away instead of torturing them.

A hand that only knows to hit a person who is down instead of helping them up is useless too!
Nara Orisora’s voice was filled with suffering.


The monks who had gone through the punishment twice were aware of their upcoming fate. Their fear and hopelessness had turned into incoherent cries and begging. They did not want to experience the same thing for the third time. They were utterly regretful!

Please, I’m begging you… Ori…Orisora…it’s all our fault. Please stop…stop torturing everyone.
The old monk was soaked in sweat. His willpower was quite impressive, as he was the only one that could speak properly.
The other monks were already rolling on the ground begging for mercy, especially Qi Hai hanging there on the tombstone. He had already wet his pants from the mix of pain and fear.

Your resentment isn’t going to bring a dead person back to life!
said an icy voice.
The old monk felt that the voice was just nearby. He slowly raised his head and saw a monk in a black robe standing in front of him with the blurred vision of his left eye.
The old monk was stunned. The person he was looking at was Nara Orisora!
Did losing his right eye allow him to see the ghost?
Nara Orisora slowly walked toward the tombstone. He stood in front of Qi Hai with an eerie grin.
Two red demons were standing close to the tombstone. They looked exactly the same as the demons described in scriptures and ancient scrolls that were responsible for punishing people for the sins they had committed. They had horns on their foreheads, intimidating faces, sharp fangs, hands like claws, and chains on their feet!
The two demons were the ones punishing them. One of them was holding Qi Hai in place, while the other was grabbing his right arm. It was planning to rip his arm off!



Stop it, Nara Orisora!

A firm voice appeared as the old monk was at his wits’ end.
The old monk did recognize the voice. It belonged to one of the young travelers staying at the temple!
Nara Orisora slowly turned around. His eerie, dark gray eyes were staring at Ai Jiangtu.
His lips slightly curled upward as he said in a cold tone,
Are you poking your nose into someone else’s business… oh, I forgot that you can’t understand Japanese.


What happened to you and Miyata was pitiful, but trying to get your revenge by kidnapping people’s souls and turning them into demons is a wicked and abominable act!
snapped Ai Jiangtu, glaring at the cursed pattern.

Try to stop me if you can, but unfortunately, you can’t even see me…
said Nara Orisora disdainfully.
Ai Jiangtu’s heart sank. Nara Orisora had nailed it. He was unable to see Nara Orisora. He could only estimate Nara Orisora’s position judging from the monks’ sufferings and the demon spirit’s voice.

Stop it at…


AH!
Qi Hai screamed out in agony before Ai Jiangtu could finish his sentence.


Fresh blood splattered on the ground. Qi Hai’s right hand was torn off. His throat could no longer make any noise after all the screaming. His body was jerking wildly as blue veins surfaced all across it!

Asshole!
Ai Jiangtu was infuriated. A great aura burst out from his body, knocking everything nearby away.
His will was lingering in his surroundings. Everything that his furious will came into contact with was shattered into pieces.
Nara Orisora was crueler than he had imagined!

Nara Orisora, Nara Orisora!
Mo Fan’s shout came from behind Ai Jiangtu. Ai Jiangtu turned around and saw Mo Fan sprinting on the mountain path in his Blood Tabi. He was charging like a wild boar, leaving a trail of dust behind!
Mo Fan ran to the edge of the cursed pattern and saw Nara Orisora standing inside it. He was wearing a slightly different robe this time!

Nara Orisora, I never thought you were that kind of a monk!

When I first met you, I thought you’re a righteous bald donkey who will stick to your bottom line. Who knew you’re nothing but a psycho, using the vessel to keep your memory fragments and convince yourself that the whole world owed you justice, and you turned yourself into a detestable demon spirit. Miyata is already dead, yet you still did not spare her. You used her ghost to prey on the visitors of the temple! You’re a shameless, vicious, filthy, selfish, merciless, depraved monk; go to Hell and stay there forever!
Mo Fan was already full of rage. He pointed at Nara Orisora and cursed him soundly.