Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 299 The Real Madness

In an instant, wind and thunder became one, and heavy rain came like pillars, flying across the sky and rushing straight towards the mountains.

Qiu Chuji stood still, clenching a sword finger with one hand, and the fiery red flying sword was imprinted with his surging true energy.

The Qi emanated from the sword tip and transformed into vast clouds.

The red clouds scorched the world, drying up the torrential rain, blocking the thunder, and also locking the magic wand that was charging at them, firmly within ten feet, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Compared with Tian Yuzhi's drastic actions, Qiu Chuji's response and handling seemed more calm and relaxed, with the demeanor of a master.

Unable to break through by force, Tian Yuzhi stared at the old man standing in front of him.

His eyes were clear, and he neither questioned the old man in front of him angrily nor denied his identity, nor did he bow down to show so-called hypocritical etiquette.

This person is not a fictitious historical figure like Yang Wanchun, but a fictional character created by the Korean people hundreds of years ago.

Because his story has been circulating in South Korea for many years, it was also recorded in the dream and appeared on the TV.

"Hand her over, and many more people will die!" Tian Yuzhi stretched out his hand to Qiu Chuji and said in a calm tone.

Qiu Chuji shook his head: "Many people have died, and more will die in the future... This is not a reason."

Tian Yuzhi stretched out his hand, pinched a piece of talisman paper, put it to his mouth and muttered something silently.

In a moment, layers of phantoms unfolded from behind him, as if there were dozens or even hundreds of him, all holding magic sticks, surrounding Qiu Chuji and the other two.

This is not the real Taoist talisman technique.

He did not borrow the power of the gods in heaven, nor did he use any wild or evil methods to borrow strength from mountain spirits, monsters, demons and ghosts. This was a manifestation of the power displayed by that artifact.

Just like whatever is being played on TV, it is essentially a fictional image, presented to people in a rapidly switching and flashing manner.

"Since it's useless, why waste energy?" Qiu Chuji waved his hand casually, and the flowing sword light wiped out the phantom created by Tian Yuzhi like playing with building blocks.

However, at this moment, Tian Yuzhi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Qiu Chuji, and the two were less than a foot apart.

Tian Yuzhi held a crimson long sword with magma flowing in it in his hand.

The blade was swung down towards Qiu Chuji.

Yang Guo and the woman, who were protected by Qiu Chuji, both cried out in surprise.

However, Tian Yuzhi's hand suddenly stopped.

In his palm, the long sword that was like flowing magma was fading away, and his figure began to appear and disappear.

In the palm of Qiu Chuji's left hand, a bleeding account book was slowly opening, recording the Qi that Qiu Chuji had "borrowed" out. Now Tian Yuzhi should return it to him double.

Who said that if I use my true Qi to transform into sword energy to hit you, it doesn't count as lending you Qi?

When two countries go to war, doesn't the defeated side often have to cede territory and pay compensation to make up for the losses?

Tian Yuzhi looked at his somewhat illusory palm and gave a bitter smile.

"Your skills are not bad. Even though I have drained so much of your strength, you can still create dense clouds and rain and call down thunder." Qiu Chuji praised Tian Yuzhi.

Tian Yuzhi looked up at the dragon flying in the clouds, and then said, "That is not my ability."

"It seems that I can't complete the task!"

"It's a shame I couldn't quell their crazy plans."

"In fact, as long as we kill her and don't expose the plan, we might be able to dissuade her... We should act conservatively in everything."

Tian Yuzhi's voice was full of regret. He was quite calm about his own power being drained away and becoming increasingly empty.

With a loud bang and flashes of lightning, a ferocious and hideous dragon circled between the tall buildings. The sound of its scales rubbing against each other sounded like a storm or a sword being unsheathed.

A huge shadow spread out, as if to engulf the entire animal ear.

It seemed so arrogant and proud in the thunder.

It was like the brutality in people's hearts, which finally tore off its disguise and was completely exposed.

On a rainy night, in the darkness, a large number of evil and hideous monsters crawled out of the Han River that runs through the entire Beast Ear. They crawled on the river bank, appearing and disappearing from time to time, baring their fangs, waiting for the horn to launch an attack.

"What plan?" Qiu Chuji asked with a frown.

The one who answered Qiu Chuji was not Tian Yuzhi, but the woman standing behind him.

She seemed to recognize Qiu Chuji's identity and said quickly, "The sacrifice at the Beast Ear Olin Stadium in a few days is just a scam. The South Koreans changed their plans long ago."

"They used the Beast Ear Olin Stadium as a cover to distract agents from various countries and make everyone ignore the real danger."

"The real target they chose for sacrifice is even bigger, even more inhumane, and even more in line with your Eastern Five Elements. Apart from being extremely bloody and cruel, it has absolutely no flaws."

"Then where is their real place of sacrifice?" When Qiu Chuji asked this question, he actually already had the answer. Even with his wide knowledge, he couldn't help but be surprised by the madness of the Koreans.

"Is it the whole animal ear?"

"You actually want to sacrifice the entire animal ear?"

"Almost half of your country's population lives here, and it's your economic and cultural center. How dare you sacrifice it?" Qiu Chuji questioned Tian Yuzhi, who had faded into a shadow, and at the same time slowed down the extraction of his energy, allowing him to stay for a while longer.

In Qiu Chuji's opinion, Tian Yuzhi was still communicable and not that crazy.

Obviously, he did not agree with the plan of sacrificing the animal ears, but the form of his existence made it impossible for him to refuse the order from the TV.

Just like an actor receives a script, he doesn’t have the final say on what role to play, whether to be a good guy or a bad guy.

A beast-ear stadium that can accommodate up to 100,000 people.

And one animal ear has nearly ten million people.

If the metropolitan areas such as Gyeonggi Province and Imcheon are included, it will be a huge sacrifice with a population of at least 15 million.

Even if not all of these people died, but only one-tenth... one percent of them died as a sacrifice, it would still be hard to imagine.

The fear and panic of more than 10 million people, and their collapsed spirits, are enough to blow up that bubble that is based on dreams and the five elements, to a size bigger than the sky.

“Is it the state that makes the artifacts, or is it the artifacts that make the state?”

"This is something that only big countries like you would consider."

"For us, the people of a small country trying to survive in the cracks, objects are the country!!" Tian Yuzhi's answer, accompanied by the sound of muffled thunder, echoed in the chaos of heaven and earth.

More things suddenly appeared in this dark city.

Dreams and illusions began to fully invade reality, preparing for the subsequent death of the entire city.

In the very center, there suddenly appeared a hotel that was classically luxurious, yet filled with eeriness and horror.

Above the rooftops of the city, messengers from the underworld are floating.

The old flower-selling woman who guides the dead souls and is in charge of reincarnation stood at the bus stop under the street lights, her dim eyes gazing at the city in the rainy night.

This rainstorm will be the last mark of this city remaining in reality.

There is no hero to save the day.

In other words...the hero imagined by the South Koreans is the executioner of this blood sacrifice.

"Can you stop it?" Yang Guo swallowed his saliva and asked unwillingly. Although he didn't like the hypocrisy and meanness of the South Koreans, in fact, most of them were just ordinary people. Why would they do this?
"How to stop it?" Tian Yuzhi asked, shaking his body.

Although he is an "ancient man", there are traces of modernization in his personality. In some stories about him, there are parts where he travels through time and space to modern society to continue exorcising demons.

This also means that Tian Yuzhi can look at many issues from a modern person's perspective.

"Use guns? Or use the most terrifying lethal weapons of modern times?"

"This was originally a bloody sacrifice. Even if the people in this city were not killed by the monsters released, they would have died from gunfire."

“When the situation unfolds and there is no turning back, the only way to end it all is to find Him!” The Him that Tian Yuzhi mentioned is, of course, the TV.

For Tian Yuzhi, the TV is his creator, controlling everything about him.

"Where is it?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Qiu Chuji also wanted to stop this crazy sacrifice.

He really wanted to seize the TV and refine it into his own magic weapon.

Theoretically speaking, the more powerful the TV is sublimated through blood sacrifice, the more powerful the magic weapon he obtains after refining it will be.

This is a no-brainer.

But first of all, Qiu Chuji is a Taoist priest, not a demon who does things by any means necessary.

If it is unavoidable, he will not hesitate to kill, but if it can be prevented, he still hopes to kill fewer people.

Secondly...if the TV is sublimated too high and the achievement is too great, even Qiu Chuji may not be able to control it.

"do not know!"

"He hides very well. Even the current president doesn't know where he is." Tian Yuzhi is about to disappear completely. This is not the work of Qiu Chuji, but the TV has sensed Tian Yuzhi's "betrayal" and is erasing his existence.

"If we can't find it, how does the South Korean government contact it?" the blue-eyed woman asked anxiously.

From her appearance, it is not difficult to tell that she is an agent sent by a Western country.

If things get to the point where they cannot be stopped, then what she needs to consider is how her country will communicate with this area that will soon be shrouded and ruled by artifacts in the future.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Just dream on!"

"If you want to contact it, it depends on whether you dare to dream in its 'body'!" Yang Guo heard the other meaning of the woman's question and said with a hint of sarcasm.

Tian Yuzhi has completely disappeared.

His traces in this world were wiped out.

But as long as the dream about him is still there, perhaps before long, another Tian Yuzhi will emerge.

For those whose dreams flow back into reality, although they obey the TV, they will have different choices because the core that constitutes their existence is different.

Some will unleash their ferocity without restraint, some will choose to make temporary compromises, and some will risk their lives to fight.

That TV...it is just a maintainer of the dream, not the absolute controller.

The changes occurring in the animal's ears were still continuing, and some horrifying sounds were already looming and rising and falling in the darkness.

Joseph drove his car through a tunnel, and when he came out, he suddenly saw a monster with bat wings flying past his car window.

Crunch!

Joseph stepped on the brakes and watched the monster flying past in the rearview mirror.

It cast no shadow in the dim light, but its body bent the treetops as it flew over them.

Joseph's fingers were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. He slammed on the brakes and headed towards Qiu Chuji's location while calling his superior.

But there was only a burst of silent tone on the other end of the line.

Joseph gritted his teeth and directly dialed the private phone number of a colonel stationed at the Bangmei Army Headquarters.

However, the call still could not be connected.

Perhaps the entire base was under martial law.

Or maybe...something happened that made Joseph even more uneasy.

At this moment, there were only three words in Joseph's mind: "Out of control!"

There was dead silence inside the Frog Terrace.

All the senior South Korean officials who were originally holding a meeting here fell into a deep sleep.

When they unleashed the final countermeasure and made the TV completely 'free', they had already uncontrollably transformed from controllers into insignificant consumables.

If the final blood sacrifice on TV is really completed, and the so-called rulers appear again in this land where reality and illusion are mixed and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, it will no longer be them... Perhaps there will be some terror and greed that were once reflected in their dreams.

Qiu Chuji called Song Cailing.

Although the overlap of reality and illusion was ongoing, the television had not yet received its final blood sacrifice, its capabilities had not yet been fully demonstrated, the beast's ears were still more real than illusion, and the signal of the mobile phone had not been affected much.

Song Cailing quickly answered the call.

"Pack up quickly. I'll help you contact your parents and return home overnight." Qiu Chuji said to Song Cailing.

With such a big commotion, Qiu Chuji believed that Song Cailing should have noticed something was wrong.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

The appearance of those monsters and strange shadows, despite the cover of wind and rain, happened in the middle of the night, but here in South Bang... many young people in South Bang are a species that has 'evolved' their sleep.

They spotted the shadows passing across the sky and the ground, photographed them, and posted them online.

It’s just because these monsters have not yet started the final blood sacrifice and have not caused large-scale deaths, so many young people only regard this as a strange illusion of light and shadow.

"Okay! We've packed our stuff!"

"Then drive out of the city and head to Axe Mountain..."

"Let Lao Song take you directly to the pier where I was picked up last time!"

Qiu Chuji gave Song Cailing a few instructions, then contacted Director Gu, told him the situation again, and then hung up the phone.

About half an hour later, the entire city, which was originally in a slumber, began to be completely awakened.

Many people who sensed danger began to get in their cars with their families and prepare to flee the city.

The rain...gradually stopped, and thick fog spread, blocking the view.

A large number of vehicles were stuck on the road, and the sound of horns could be heard one after another.

In the haze, there were tall monsters walking through the fog. Their heavy footsteps passed through the noisy streets, trampling over some buildings and cars... The originally noisy streets became quiet.

Even though the cars here are full of people, everyone is so afraid of attracting the monster's attention that they dare not even breathe.

(End of this chapter)