You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 151 Injured Child
The fire man sat cross-legged in the puddle, surrounded by Hu Wen and others, but he still looked unyielding.

But with the knife on his neck, he finally spoke honestly:

"My name is Dong Chang, I am a villager in this village. I passed the imperial examination and became a scholar. Some time ago, I was almost killed by a bandit. Fortunately, the Buddha helped me and made me a guardian deity, so that I could get my revenge!"

Hearing this, Hu Wen frowned and squeezed out the word "川" on his forehead:
"Dong Chan? The child prodigy who became a scholar at the age of eleven and was just a few points away from becoming a juren at the age of thirteen?"

"See, you've heard of my name," Dong Qian snorted and laughed, "The person you're talking about is me. Six years ago, I was short of some writing skills, otherwise the position of Juren would have been in my hands!"

Looking Dong Chang up and down, Hu Wen really couldn't see the similarities between this fellow who looked like half a piece of charcoal and the child prodigy who was full of vigor and vitality back then.

At that time, Dong Chang was considered to be a well-known person in Youzhou. Perhaps the common people in the countryside had rarely heard of his name, but the officials under King Wei had more or less heard of the name of this child prodigy.

Hu Wen was particularly impressed.

Hu Wen has no father or mother and was raised by King Wei. When he was a child, King Wei often compared him with this person.

A typical “other people’s child”!
Who would have known that with the passage of time, the "other people's children" not only failed to become great talents, but instead became like this, neither human nor ghost.

"When I was young, I had some unique insights into poetry and songs, and I became famous in the countryside with this ability. At that time, I thought I could go one step further in the future, officially pass the imperial examination, and go to King Wei's palace to serve King Wei. But I never expected that fate would be more playful."

The flames on Dong Chang's body rose and fell. He turned his head slightly and looked at the big tree in the middle of the village.

Now, this big tree has been extinguished by the water magic used by Guan Gou Dou just now, and pure white smoke is rolling up to the sky and drifting in the wind.

At the top of the tree, there were two heads hanging, one male and one female.

It had been burned beyond recognition, with only two white bones left.

"There are two old beasts at home, and they have ruined my future."

His tone was already full of resentment:

"Our village is close to the Great Forest, and there are always rumors of bad things coming out of the village. My damn father got addicted to gambling, and my damn mother got addicted to gambling. Since I became famous, they both stopped working and thought that they could get countless wealth and glory by relying on me. They all rely on me to sell calligraphy and paintings in Shangbao City for a living.

"I've read a lot, but I don't have much strength. I'm not yet twenty, so how can I compare to my thirty-year-old father in spirit? So as long as I don't agree, those two old men will beat me to death, hitting my face, legs, and back, but not my hands. After all, they think that I can only make a lot of money because of a pair of precious hands, so I have to keep my hands!"

He raised his head and laughed, the fire moved with the wind, but his voice was already full of madness:
"My arms are weak, and I hate that I have no skills. I was forced to stay at home and was not even considered a human being! In that mansion, I was locked up for several years without seeing the sun! Fortunately, the Buddha passed by the village and enlightened me. He told me that there was a magical spring in the forest outside the village. As long as I drink it, I can become a guardian deity, gain Taoism, and play freely!

"That night I secretly left my home and ran into the forest. I indeed found the spiritual spring among the trees. It was pure black! I followed the Buddha's teachings and drank a few more sips. Then I felt as if there was fire in my abdomen, burning up!"

Dong Chang had stood up again from the ground. He seemed to no longer care about the water stains on his body. The flames were rekindled. He was indeed singing, laughing, shouting, and crying, spinning around and around, letting the fire dance on him:

"I have become a guardian deity!

"I have magical powers!

"I am an immortal!"

He laughed loudly, and the ball of fire in his abdomen expanded several feet continuously, wrapping up his entire body. A wisp of bright red qi also surged out from his abdomen, which actually improved his Taoism a lot!
"I went back that night and killed the two old beasts, chopped off their heads, chopped off their limbs, and hung them on trees to burn!

"I went to look for the girl I had always liked, but when she saw me like this, she kept screaming. I had no choice but to burn her into charcoal so that she would not scream when I held her in my arms.

"Her parents rushed out and wanted to kill me, but I burned them all and hung them on a tree. She also had a younger brother who was all alone. I felt sorry for him, so I sent him to accompany her.

"Those demon hunters wanted to kill me, but how could they do that? I just burned them to death!
"I am a god! With this power, there is nothing I can't do! I can kill whomever I want, and I can take whomever I want!"

"You're a fucking shit god!" Zhu Laoba was so angry that he wanted to smash the madman's head with a hoe.

But before he could go up, the person watching the dog fight suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhu Laoba.

"Be careful! There's something wrong with him!"

After hearing what Guan Goudou said, Zhu Laoba finally came to his senses.

The opponent's cultivation level has not increased much, and now he is just looking at reaching the innate threshold, but there is a trace of red qi in the evil fire between his waist and abdomen.

The Bodhisattva once told them that it was the Qi of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Even if they were accidentally entangled by it, their three souls would be easily injured and they would become violent and crazy.

He cautiously took two steps back, thinking about how to deal with this problem.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a soft whoosh sound came from the direction of the woods behind the village.

I don't know when white flowers began to fall from the sky.

The wisp of red qi in Dong Chang's abdomen seemed to be pulled by something and began to slowly peel off.

"This is? The Taoist's method?"

Hu Wen looked in the direction where the flowers were floating.

This was exactly the direction Zuo Chen took when he left before!

……

Zuo Chen made a hand gesture and two tree roots stretched out from the soil beside him, transforming into iron fists that he swung left and right.

With just a slap, the mutated trees that were already wrapped in wisps of black air were broken at the roots.

After the tree roots were retracted, a path of broken wood and roots was laid behind Zuo Chen, like a wild beast entering the mountain and forcing its way out of a path.

Just after entering the village, he felt that the atmosphere here was extremely evil, with a faint smell of bitterness.

Sniffing his nose, he knew that the annoying stench was getting closer and closer, and he knew that if he continued walking forward, he would reach his destination. He then broke a large tree blocking the road in half, and finally saw the pool of water between the rocky slopes.

There are several high slopes directly behind the stone pool. The exposed green rocks form a small waterfall. The stream flows down the slope and falls into the pool water that has long turned black, but there is no sound and not even a splash of water.

This black pool of water looked like death.

Quiet.

It just lies here quietly, like a large mirror.

Zuo Chen stared at the black pool.

He could clearly see several lines extending from the pool, some pointing to the east, some to the north, and the closest one connected to Zuo Chen's back, which was the direction of the village.

He just waved his Taoist robe and wind rose up around him.

The black color of the pool seemed to be drawn up by an invisible force, and in the blink of an eye it gathered together and turned into a drop of black liquid, floating in the pool.

With a grab in the air, black water flew up from the pool and floated into Zuo Chen's palm.

And when this drop of black water was caught by Zuo Chen, the sound of the water colliding with the bluestone and the waterfall surface suddenly burst out from the silent pond and echoed far away in the valley-like forest.

The trees that had been corrupted by the evil spirit returned to their original appearance.

Zuo Chen stared at the drop of uneasy liquid in his hand, and felt that malice was surging above it, and it was even trying to flow into Zuo Chen's body.

However, he was blocked outside by the innate spiritual energy and could not get close to the spiritual platform at all.

This is a drop of bitter sea.

This drop of bitter sea is different from the pool in the dense forest. The silk threads connected above it are densely packed, as if something is connected to it.

After thinking for a moment, he used the magic formula of moving mountains and filling the sea. The flying sand and rocks in the forest gathered in the palm of his hand, swirling around and wrapping around the bitter sea. In the blink of an eye, the original black water droplets turned into a mud ball only half the size of a palm.

Petals rose up from the palm of his hand, wrapping the mud ball in the middle and turning it into a beautiful receptacle ball.

The silk threads connecting above the Sea of ​​Bitterness were also controlled by Zuo Chen.

Through perception, Zuo Chen's sight seemed to be pulled very far away.

He saw that in several towns, there were people hiding in the dark and fiddling with the altars. They had been deeply rooted in the sea of ​​suffering. They looked like humans, but in fact they had become slaves of the sea of ​​suffering.

He also saw a thief killing people with a knife in a large courtyard, slaughtering several people in the family. Only a few children were left, trembling and hugging each other, facing the evil thief covered in blood.

He also saw the fire man dancing on flames in the village, laughing happily as if he was crazy.

There are many people who have been interfered with like this.

He snorted coldly and followed these lines to insert his own magic method.

The white flowers moved along the line and floated far away in the blink of an eye.

The person hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and a few flowers actually bloomed in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, his legs went soft and he fell to the ground, his body and soul dead.

The villain who was about to raise the knife to kill the child also stopped his action instantly. He half opened his mouth and let out a painful wail. Layers of white flowers grew out from under his skin, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body turned into a large cluster of flowers. When the wind blew in the yard, he fell apart, leaving only petals flying all over the sky.

Inside the village, Dong Chang, who was burning with flames, stopped moving instantly.

He half-opened his mouth, a silent scream emanating from his throat.

The flame burning in the hollow belly began to gradually change.

From red to white, like virtual to real.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a wreath of yellow and white.

Dong Chang lowered his head and looked at his abdomen. He was stunned for a long time, and finally at this moment, he seemed to realize that he had been burned into a piece of charcoal.

He let out a horrifying scream and fell directly to the ground. After rolling twice, he became motionless.

I'm dying of pain!
All that was left was a blank stare at each other.

They could also see that this was definitely Zuo Chen's method.

The only problem is...

This method is somewhat scary.

……

Zuo Chen did not completely suppress this drop of bitter sea.

He just stared at the clay ball held in the flower holder in his hand and fell into some deep thought.

This drop is a little different from the bitter sea I saw before.

It seems to be...

Are you doing these things consciously?

(End of this chapter)