Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 476

"boom!"

Runsheng smashed the "Juetong" with a shovel. The broken pieces of "Juetong" turned into burning paper ash and scattered, spreading a fresh fragrance.

The view from behind was distorted, and Jue Tong's figure reappeared, covered in blood and pale-faced.

He had repeatedly used the technique of substituting death to avoid being killed. In the past, this secret technique would have been used with great caution and at a great cost each time, but now, he could not afford to worry about that.

The coffin shop was affected by the formation, and its depth was extended, but the space on both sides remained unchanged. This meant that he and Jueyu were always stuck in the middle by Runsheng, and he could not get Jueyu's protection.

On the other side, Jueyu, who had sensed Runsheng's intentions, did not hold back at all. In fact, streaks of blood spread from his body to the Demon-Subduing Staff as he attacked Runsheng by overdrawing his strength, trying to help Juetong out of the predicament.

However, Runsheng only resolutely targeted Juetong, and every time he faced a threat from behind, he responded with a direct and straightforward shovel strike.

Runsheng has recovered to a certain stage and knows that when fighting, he must first kill the guy who is weak in close combat but very good at making people's scalps itch.

Jueyu felt that with each shovel, the force of the opponent's attack was increasing. When he countered with his stick, the pressure was getting greater and greater. Now, he was being thrown back every time. However, he was experienced and had a variety of techniques. Even though he was getting worse and worse at brute force, he could still leave some damage on Runsheng with a side attack every time he attacked Runsheng's back.

He wanted to use this method to continuously weaken Runsheng, but the black energy on Runsheng's body was adjusting according to the injuries. The black energy in the injured areas would be denser, readjusting the overall balance of the body.

This is actually a kind of death instinct. They are a special life form. Therefore, when dealing with the dead, the corpse retrievers must be thorough in eliminating evil. Even if they are severely injured, as long as the corpse escapes, it can find a place where resentment accumulates to recover and take revenge again.

Therefore, even though Runsheng, in his dazed state, was repeatedly outmaneuvered by Jueyu during the battle, his fighting ability was not significantly weakened.

Furthermore, Jue Tong's repeated attempts to evade death made Run Sheng's eyes clearer and clearer, because he sniffed and smelled a familiar scent in the burning ashes.

Runsheng doesn't like reading. Apart from having to memorize the "Code of Conduct for Traveling the River," he usually only likes to watch police and gangster movies and won't look at any books.

But he likes to watch Xiao Yuan read books, and he also likes to help Xiao Yuan move books.

This is the smell of Buddha paper.

The darkness in Runsheng's eyes receded by more than half, and he looked at Juetong.

I can't afford to make another mistake, and you can't fake your death anymore.

This will waste the paper used to make Buddha statues for my son.

When the next attack came, Jue Tong immediately found himself surrounded by invisible walls of energy, which drastically compressed his range of movement.

Runsheng swung his shovel and approached, the nine scars on his body writhing and transforming into nine ferocious dragons, further annihilating all the surrounding energy.

Jue Tong had nowhere to retreat, and his spellcasting was severely hampered, so he failed.

As the spatula drew ever closer, he knew he was doomed.

Instead of being smashed to pieces or mashed into mincemeat, Runsheng, at the last moment, used the shovel to slice Juetong's head off, leaving his clothes as intact as possible to avoid ruining his own family's paper.

Jue Tong's headless corpse stood there. Run Sheng reached out and touched it; only three sheets remained.

Runsheng frowned.

On the other end, Jueyu stopped his attack after seeing Juetong's death.

Runsheng turned his head and looked at him.

Jueyu noticed that the emotions in the eyes of the person in front of him were gradually becoming clearer.

The monk felt terrified; he knew he probably had no chance.

Jueyu began to retreat, but no matter how he rushed towards the shop door, the distance between him and the door would never get closer, and might even get longer.

As a martial monk, he didn't know how to break the formation. He wanted to call out to his two uncles outside to help him out, but they seemed to be too busy to help themselves.

A terrifying pressure emanated from behind.

Jueyu turned around and attacked again with his stick.

In his resistance, he tasted despair, as if each effort to resist was merely a final, meaningless act of attrition.

When the Qin family members build up their power, especially in one-on-one duels, the outcome is often predetermined.

"Click."

The Demon-Subduing Staff in Jueyu's hand broke, and a surging wave of energy crashed down. The edge of the Yellow River Shovel cut vertically downwards, splitting Jueyu in two and causing him to explode.

A figure emanating an aura of death emerged from the coffin shop, carrying a Yellow River shovel specifically designed to counter death.

Runsheng is back for good.

With the Bodhisattva's initiative to offer gifts, coupled with the other party's voluntary entry into the Ghost City, Li Zhuiyuan had all the advantages of timing, location, and the ghosts.

Even though the group from Qinglong Temple was quite strong, they had no hope of turning the tide from the very beginning.

Now, Runsheng's withdrawal from the local battlefield will lead to the rapid collapse of this main battleground.

Lin Shuyou is under the most pressure because he is clearly at a disadvantage, but he also clearly cannot lose.

Ah You is relying on his youth and strength, as well as the constant supply of evil spirit materials from the Young Master's Mansion, to outlast the old man.

Jie She's situation is much worse. On one hand, he has to withstand Tan Wenbin's five senses-shaking power from the rooftop, on the other hand, he has to resist the eerie abilities of the Dream Ghost, and he also has to constantly use magic to block the two generals, Zeng and Zhe, who are frantically eager to show off.

Tan Wenbin didn't use his full strength, otherwise he would have drawn his rusty sword and gone down to fight long ago.

Ah Li was the same; she was simply letting the dream ghost formed from the blood porcelain take effect.

This is not only a tradition of Li Zhuiyuan's team, where a sure-win situation requires pursuing the highest cost-effectiveness, but also because their own Buddha statue and bronze mirror are still in the hands of these two thieves, making it difficult to act without fear of harming them.

Runsheng picked up the shovel and walked step by step toward abstaining from extravagance; he was the final mountain that broke the camel's back.

Knowing he had no way out and no strength to continue, Jieshe cut his palm, dipped his fingertips in blood, and smeared it on the bronze mirror in his hand, hoping to provoke it.

This thing isn't suitable for combat, but it can self-destruct.

Blood congealed into patterns, the inside of the bronze mirror glowed—everything was brewing.

But at that moment, the blood-red eyes above all turned and stared directly at the bronze mirror in Jie She's hand.

As the last line of defense for the Fengdu Underworld, the Ghost City's formation effects could not possibly be limited to simple suppression.

The blood that Jieshe had smeared on the bronze mirror was evaporating rapidly, and the self-destruction that had just begun was quickly extinguished.

"you……"

A strong sense of resentment arose in his heart as he abstained from extravagance.

Only after fighting for so long did he suddenly realize that the Qin and Liu family heads, who should be the strongest among the opposing group, had not made a move since dispelling the fog and lighting the lamps at the beginning.

The other party was someone who had been carefully protecting the precious treasure of Qinglong Temple.

Jieshe: "You are the head of two powerful families, how could you be so despicable!"

Li Zhuiyuan's voice came from a shop:

"Compared to you back then, I am still ashamed of myself."

The previous generation of monks from Qinglong Temple, who traveled the river to light lamps, left a Buddhist mark on Uncle Qin's body when they besieged him.

If the Buddha seal were to function properly, Uncle Qin, who had fled home, would either go on a killing spree against his family or be personally killed by Liu Yumei with her sword.

They really intended to wipe out your entire family back then, and they didn't want to dirty their own hands by making your whole family kill each other.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't even feel like he's taking revenge yet. This is nothing. Like the Great Emperor, he's just collecting some interest first.

The effect of the bronze mirror was completely suppressed, and the bronze mirror was covered with a thick layer of red light, becoming extremely hot.

The monk Jieshe released his grip, and the bronze mirror floated in the air.

Enraged, the old monk conjured a Buddha's palm in his right hand, intending to completely destroy the bronze mirror.

His palm struck out, hitting the bronze mirror and shattering it.

"Hahahaha!"

Jielu burst into hearty laughter.
"You brat, I'll make sure you end up with nothing!"

Tan Wenbin on the rooftop also smiled.

The bronze mirror hovered to the left of the monk Jieshe, but the monk's palm struck to the right, creating a crater in the ground of Ghost Street.

I'm afraid that in a few days, this street will suddenly sink in, and the merchants will be cursing the street office in private for taking the money but not maintaining it properly and for using inferior products.

The monk Jieshen seemed to realize something was wrong, and looked blankly at him, saying:

"No, there's a problem, there's a problem..."

When Runsheng walked towards him, Jieshe had already given up all hope. He not only succumbed to Tan Wenbin's five senses bewitching, but was also successfully invaded by the dream ghost.

At this point, the old monk could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Runsheng stood in front of him, swung the shovel horizontally, and cut the man in half at the waist. Then, Runsheng reached out and caught the bronze mirror that fell after the red light dissipated.

At this moment, only Ayou's side was still fighting.

Runsheng threw the bronze mirror at Zengsun and his companion, then walked towards Ayou.

General Sun rushed out and lunged at the bronze mirror. Fearing that General Zeng would grab him with his body as before, General Sun made several feints during his charge.

This time, General Sun finally managed to grab the bronze mirror before General Zeng could.

A senior general bowed towards the shop where Li Zhuiyuan's voice had come from:

"Reporting to Brother Xiaoyuan, the bronze mirror has been obtained."

Another general, Zeng, loudly rebuked the general, Sun, who was holding the bronze mirror:

"Why were you in such a hurry just now? If you had accidentally knocked over the bronze mirror and ruined Brother Yuan's plans, neither of us would have been able to atone for it!"

General Sun: "..."

While Abstinence Monk was making a desperate gamble, Frugal Monk was doing the same thing, but he deliberately slowed down by half a step.

As the scriptures were recited, the golden Bodhisattva statue in his hands began to soften.

The monk Jiejian planned to completely disperse the golden statue, using a vast amount of Buddhist thought to strengthen himself, break through the thick fog and the gaze of the blood-red eye in the sky, and create an opportunity for his escape.

The old monk was truly losing patience with the young man before him. He had been waiting for the other to exhaust himself, and the old monk was prepared to pay a certain price to end the matter quickly. However, this young man, despite his young age, always seemed to see through his intentions in advance and deliberately distanced himself from him at the right time.

"We can't wait any longer," Jiejian thought, looking at the golden Buddha in his hand, preparing to witness its outpouring of energy.

"Roar!"

Amidst the thick fog, the figure of a dragon emerged, letting out a series of roars.

Its appearance changed the feng shui of the environment, allowing the golden statue of the Bodhisattva, which should have been scattered, to return to solidity.

While continuing his fight with Lin Shuyou, Jiejian intensified his chanting, forcefully urging the chanting to continue.

The golden body softened again, but accompanied by a mental roar, a ghost gate appeared faintly in the depths of the fog.

Influenced by the aura of the Ghost Gate, the golden body shrank back once more, gathering its strength to resist the Ghost Gate.

Jiejian tilted his head back and gouged out his left eye with one hand. Inside the normally empty, dark socket, a Buddhist light flowed. The overflowing blood, far from making him look ferocious, actually enhanced his dignified appearance.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, please guide me!"

The golden body softened, and Buddhist thoughts began to rise.

Unexpectedly, the youthful voice of the Qin Liu family head also followed:

"Amitabha Buddha, all sentient beings suffer and must save themselves."

A beam of light emanated from the gap in the door panel of a shop diagonally opposite.

The monk Jiejian, claiming to be a high-ranking Buddhist monk, pleaded with the golden statue for help, but Li Zhuiyuan rejected his request.

"How is this possible... This is impossible..."

The monk Jiejian's mentality became distorted.

He could tolerate the Qin Liu family head using various means to target and suppress him, but he could not accept that the other party used Buddhist methods to suppress him.

If this is acceptable, then what does his lifelong arduous cultivation amount to?

But the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

At that moment, the image of the monk Yayoi in the river admonishing him before he reached the dock flashed through his mind.

It turns out that this guy had already foreseen the outcome.

Rumors are ultimately superficial. Other families and sects can obtain first-person descriptions through the lamplighters. However, the orthodox lamplighter of Qinglong Temple is dead. The traitor's relationship with the temple is delicate. Although he would pass on messages to the temple, there was always a gap between him and the truth. It's not that Yayoi's messages were not accurate or detailed enough, but rather that the people in the temple naturally did not trust him.

This means that even though Qinglong Temple has successors who have personally experienced the events on the river, most of their information comes from secondhand sources, making them prone to naiveté when making decisions.

The Yellow River shovel came crashing down.

The monk Jiejian immediately dodged.

Accompanying Runsheng were the drifting dream ghost and Tan Wenbin, who lit another cigarette.

The old monk pulled out the hemp rope he used as a belt from his waist, wrapped it around the golden statue, and then tossed the statue upwards.

The hemp rope wriggled, and a long centipede emerged from it. The centipede had a black body and golden feet. After it clung to the golden body, its segments began to swell, as if it were about to crack and corrode.

Tan Wenbin unleashed his Blood Ape power, leaped into the air, and embraced the golden Buddha. His snake-like eyes gleamed, but the centipede seemed to have something strange about it and could not be affected.

Upon landing, Tan Wenbin immediately placed the golden Buddha in front of A Li.

Ah Li made a hand seal, pointed at the centipede, and flicked her finger, sending the centipede flying away from the golden body.

"Zi zi zi ......"

After the centipede exploded, it sprayed out a large amount of corrosive liquid, which corroded the door panels of the shop into many holes.

This thing can't really destroy the golden body, but it can make it pitted and uneven, reducing its smoothness. Jiejian is certain that the other party doesn't want any damage to the golden body, and deliberately uses this method to create an opportunity for himself.

His tattered robe was torn, revealing a simple-looking Vajra wrathful figure tattooed on his front and back.

With skin and flesh torn, blood flowing, and bones collapsing, two ordinary Vajra statues, as if painted and given three-dimensionality, suddenly became vivid and lifelike.

Monk Jiejian slapped away Lin Shuyou's golden mace with one palm. When Runsheng's Yellow River shovel came down, he deliberately did not dodge, but took the initiative to use his back to catch it.

"boom!"

The shovel strike landed solidly, but it only distorted the fierce-looking Vajra image on the monk Jiejian's body. Instead, he used the force of the shovel to propel himself forward into the depths of the thick fog.

With its intestines ruptured and belly torn, the Vajra image on its chest opened, drawing in the thick fog ahead and revealing the path clearly.

The shoulder blades on his back were torn and protruded, like staring upwards, meeting the bloodshot eyes above, counteracting the suppression.

This is a secret technique used by the warrior monks of Qinglong Temple to achieve self-sufficiency in a short period of time, but Monk Jiejian did not use this technique to fight, but only to escape.

He succeeded. He escaped the thick fog and the eyes of the heavens. Like a burning, desiccated corpse, he ran all the way to the lower end of Ghost Street and arrived at the dock.

He saw the monk Yayoi standing on the river outside the dock.

Jiejian: "You're right, there's something wrong here, definitely something wrong. Quickly stop them for me, I need to go back to the temple and report what happened here, otherwise we'll continue to suffer great losses in the future!"

The monk Yayoi took out his staff.

Jiejian: "Don't worry, after tonight, I will definitely report this to my superiors and help you gain momentum so that you can become the legitimate lamplighter of my Qinglong Temple in this generation!"

On the rooftops of the shops on either side behind, Lin Shuyou and Runsheng appeared. Runsheng remained silent, while Lin Shuyou scratched his back with his golden mace.

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of a shop next to the dock and stood on the street, looking down at Yayoi, who did not dare to step onto the dock.

Yayoi dared not enter the ghost city, but in fact, apart from the ghosts who came specifically to worship the emperor, not many living people in this world knew that the starting point of the ghost city was not this dock, but at the bottom of the river further away.

There are two pillars there, and beneath them are piles of chains. When ghosts from all directions come to Fengdu to worship, they must "tether their horses there and wait for inspection."

At this moment, Yin Meng, who was sitting cross-legged between the two pillars below the river, slowly raised her head.

Chains beneath her gently rose and rotated around her and the two pillars. As long as Brother Yuan gave the order, she could seal off the exit of the ghost city.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

The monk Yayoi nodded: "Yayoi greets senior."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Since he is your elder, you should take him back."

Upon hearing this, Monk Jiejian smiled across his withered face. He had to return to the temple; he had obtained too much valuable information tonight and needed to share it with the temple.

Most importantly, the temple absolutely cannot continue to slowly weigh the matter of suppressing Qin Liu's revival. The Qin Liu family is no longer the orthodox Dragon King's family. In the name of revenge, they have fallen into the demonic path!

"Yayoi, take me away quickly, take me back..."

As soon as the monk Jiejian ran to Yasheng, he was not greeted by the protection of the temple's lamplighters, but by a staff that pierced his chest.

"You...you dare to...rebel..."

Yayoi glanced at him expressionlessly, then exerted force in her palm, causing the monk Jiejian to shatter into countless pieces.

immediately,

The monk Yayoi bowed to Li Zhuiyuan.

"Senior, you are mistaken. This is not a senior monk, but a malevolent spirit that everyone should kill!"

(End of this chapter)