The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

Chapter 105 The Goddess of the Moon Opens Her Eyes

***Edited by Kronost***

There were a total of seventeen couples.

The Order did not separate them, but moved all of them into the magic circle of sacrifice in front of the goddess statue.

Under the action of Soulless Water, all these thirty-four people lost their minds, their movements became sluggish.

The members of the Order only used magical spirits when suppressing the resistance. After that, they recalled their magical spirits and began to move those people by themselves.

There were sixteen members in the Order, so it was fairly quick to move all of them.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief after all the couples were moved into the circle.

Mr. Starfish said with satisfaction, "Everything is ready. All we need now is to wait for the bell to ring."

Then, the members of the Order kneeled in front of the goddess statue and prayed silently.

..

Outside the temple.

Dark poked his head in cautiously.

The sixteen members of the Order were all facing the statue and praying earnestly.

Looking from the outside, Dark could only see their backs.

"Maybe this is an opportunity?"

"If I use [Dark Pulse], maybe I can take them all down in an instant?"

This thought appeared in Dark's mind.

But in the end, he rejected this thought.

The magic card of the [Lust] series would cause the power of the goddess statue to be reversed, so using it here is no different than self-destruction.

And as long as he made one simple mistake, he would alert those people. At that time, he, who is a first year student, would not have any advantages at all.

The most dangerous one should be Starfish, who is the central figure of the Order.

...

In fact, in this situation, the best solution is to notify professors.

Since Professor Cazer is reluctant to take action for unknown reasons, then Dark should find another professor!

But he doesn't have enough time.

The order seems like they are about to do something soon. If he went to find a professor now, by the time he came back, it would be too late.

But, what are they trying to do?

Resurrect the goddess?

If so pious, why not go to Holy Mystery Academy?

And could the goddess be resurrected so easily?

Dark was unable to understand.

The behaviour pattern of the members of this cult is too strange.

"It's already around eleven and fifty minutes in the evening; are they waiting for twelve o'clock, the last moment of the Holy Eve?"

"What should I do?"

"What can I do?"

Dark retracted his head, leaning back against the wall and thinking quickly.

"What does the book say?"

"In such cases—"

"We must first measure our strengths."

"Think about what you have?"

"What can be done?"

"Before you do anything, think of a way out."

Slowly, Dark got some ideas.

He calmed down—the trace of panic in his eyes converged, and he became composed again.

Before this, he didn't know that his psychological quality had improved to this point.

Whether it is his previous life or this life, he is not a person who could think calmly in a dangerous situation.

But now, he seemed to be able to separate his emotions and think objectively.

Fear will not help him in any way.

Anger has only the opposite effect.

He is like a kid who suddenly broke into the slaughter scene, preparing to snatch the butcher knife from the adult's hand.

...

Time passed bit by bit.

The members of the Order went from praying silently at first to gradually praying out loud.

What came out of their mouths were indistinguishable words and prayers.

It was clear and fast, sacred and beautiful.

Everyone’s prayer seemed to be different.

Like every instrument group in a symphony.

Each group had its own rhythm, but the combination was the ultimate melody.

The prayers of the members of the Order became a sacred song.

One after another spell symbol became a solid entity, jumping around the goddess statue.

It was a spell of white, black, and gold, interspersed with enchanting pink.

A faint mist gradually rose.

It was the pale pink mist oozing from the goddess statue.

The mist gradually spread and accumulated at the bottom of the temple.

...

Dark stuck his head in again, holding his breath.

From his perspective, he could clearly see a large amount of mist gradually crawling on the bodies of the members of the Order who were bowed down in front of the goddess statue.

The parts that danced like a snake penetrated their ears, noses, mouths, and even every holes in their body.

Then came out again.

They seem to be receiving the baptism of the goddess, but it is also like they are being brainwashed by the goddess statue.

Dark frowned.

He noticed that the mist had spread to the thirty-four lovers.

As if being cautious, it split a small wisp of mist out and went in from the left ear and came out from the right ear of those lovers, connecting every couple.

Some people reacted.

Some people did not have any reactions.

The mist ignored the unresponsive people, and wrapped around those who reacted.

In the end, a total of fourteen people, seven couples, were wrapped around by the mist.

As the mist's intensity increased, there was a trace of transparent liquid substance, which was brought out by the mist that shuttled between the ears. This transparent liquid soon formed a bubble next to those lovers' ears.

This reminded Dark of the scene where Old John used The Hook of Destiny to hook his distracting thoughts out of his mind at the antique shop on Traveller Street.

The liquid substance that is drawn out by the mist now seems to be similar?

Because his understanding was limited, Dark could only rely on guessing.

As more and more liquid substances were hooked out, the liquid substance belonging to each pair of couples attracted each other.

They were like bubbles in the water, floating above their heads little by little, fusing between each couple to form a big bubble.

The surface of the bubbles became bumpy, like a relief on the wall.

...

In this small temple that has been silent for many years.

There are two rows of torches burning on the wall with the flames flickering.

The pure and sacred statue exuded a soft halo.

The pink mist was gradually spreading.

Sixteen devotees wearing seafood costumes prayed devoutly.

The beautiful melody reverberated in the temple.

Over the heads of the people who served as sacrifices, seven larger transparent bubbles rolled in the air.

In a direction not visible from Dark's perspective, there were happy expressions on the faces of the seven couples.

...

Suddenly.

In the complex magic circle centred on the goddess statue, dozens of red candles lit up without warning.

The flames went from thin to thick.

The oil of the candle dripped down the body of the candle.

On the ceiling of the temple, the light of the candles were reflected like a mirror.

Circles of flames flickered in it.

The light suddenly shone, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

The entire ceiling shone with a layer of silver light.

Then.

The ceiling disappeared.

It was replaced by the clear night sky and the bright moon.

The moment the moonlight poured into the temple, the goddess statue opened her eyes.