There is a trick

Chapter 105: Enemy Immortal (5K, 1/2)

Now, Zhou Sanji has completely become a demon!
Ever since he entered the underworld with Zhou Chang and made a wish to the secular gods in order to stop Zhou Chang from stepping onto the land boat, he has been targeted by the Left General who died unexpectedly and the Right General who died unjustly. His living soul has been enjoying the feasting energy distributed by the two gods and has already "arised into spirit form". He is not far from becoming a spirit medium.

After the "living souls are feasted", becoming a medium is an irreversible process.

But this process is fast and slow after all.

According to Yang Rui's previous speculation, if Zhou Sanji maintained the state of 'living soul being feasted' and no longer borrowed power from secular gods, it would take about half a year for him to progress to the level of 'body soul being feasted' and completely transform into a medium.

However, things are unpredictable.

In just a few days, the Zhou family went through a lot of hardships.

As for now, Zhou Sanji has to borrow strength from the two generals who died suddenly and unjustly in order to help Zhou Chang overcome the current crisis.

The two gods bestowed various blessings on Zhou Sanji, and Zhou Sanji naturally turned completely into a medium.

The yellow-faced monk Sebo Renqing and the short monk Choegyal Gyaltsen, like Zhou Sanji, are also mediums. Naturally, they know better that mediums are not easy to deal with, especially since this medium specifically blocked their way and they could not retreat.

Sebo Rinqing's face was grim. He stroked his neck with his hand and looked at Chokyi Gyaltsen beside him with a gloomy look:

“The demon servant of the heretic is neither alive nor dead!

Unless the gods take action personally, they cannot be killed!

Please take out your 'vajra', suppress it with one blow, and end the battle quickly!

If we delay for too long, something unexpected may happen! "

"good!"

Choegyal Gyaltsen nodded in response.

The next moment, his dark red lips suddenly turned into pure gold. He opened his mouth, and the cracks in his lips became bigger and bigger. A scarlet tongue wrapped with a vajra stretched out from the cracked golden lips!

The vajra was three-pronged, pitch black in color, made of natural iron, and no longer than a fingernail.

But Jighenzan was very respectful. He picked up the vajra, which was not as long as his fingernail, with the flower-picking finger technique. For a moment, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, chanting the "Black Wealth God's Heart Mantra": "Om! Yingchani! Mukan! Chamali! Soha!"

"Dong dong!"

As Choegyal Gyaltsen was chanting, two muffled sounds were heard in the void behind him!
It was as if a spirit had knocked on the invisible 'door' behind him——

The next moment, various colored auras gushed out from Choegyal Gyaltsen's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and a pitch-black arm, as if made of black iron, was 'washed' out by the various colored auras!

The base of this pitch-black arm is connected to Choegyal Gyaltsen's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It is strong and sturdy, and is much larger than Choegyal Gyaltsen's entire body!
The dark arm with the bone beads wrapped around its wrist bent its fingers, and the three-pronged vajra, which was not even as long as a fingernail and was offered in front of it by Choegyal Gyaltsen with the flower-picking finger technique, suddenly peeled off the black skin on its surface. Every bit of black skin turned into a silver star and flew around!
Among the endless silver stars, the vajra is the same length as Choegyal Gyaltsen, and is golden, as if it were made of gold!
It was grabbed by the pitch-black arm and then swung towards Zhou Sanji, the medium who was standing in the tall trees in front with his clay body level with the trees!
"Boom!"

The moment the vajra touched Zhou Sanji's mud body, all the colorful mud shells on his body turned into endless feasting air and disappeared!

Under the impact of the long-lasting feasting energy, Zhou Sanji collapsed and returned to his normal appearance.

The old man's white hair fluttered weakly in the wind.

He closed his eyes, fell on his back, and lost consciousness in an instant.

The pitch-black arms shrank back into Choegyal Gyaltsen's eyes, ears, mouth and nose in an instant.

The golden vajra was also brought to Choegyal Gyaltsen.

It was still golden all over, but had become the size of a fingernail and was no longer covered in a black shell.

Choegyal Gyaltsen looked at the three-pronged vajra, which was no longer covered with skin, and murmured in pain, "I wonder how long I have to offer it in front of the Buddha before it can grow another layer of 'robes'."

He then extended his scarlet tongue, rolled up the vajra, and swallowed it into his mouth.

Sebo Rinchen and Choegyal Gyaltsen walked past Zhou Sanji who was lying on the ground. They tried to avoid the old man as much as possible and their faces were full of disgust.

The spirit medium is neither alive nor dead, neither human nor ghost.

After becoming a spirit medium, everything he owns no longer belongs to himself, but to the gods.

The flesh and blood of spirit mediums are polluted by the devouring thoughts of secular gods and cannot be offered before the Buddha, for fear of being accused of "slandering the Dharma and insulting the Buddha". Their souls have long been possessed by secular gods and cannot be easily captured. Therefore, Zhou Sanji is of no use to the secret monks, but is harmful in every way.

Naturally, they now hated Zhou Sanji very much and tried to avoid him.

……

"Do I look like Xian'er to you?"

The shrill voice reached the ears of the pockmarked monk Dorje Wangdui from afar.

On the pockmarked face of Dorje Wangdui there appeared an amused smile.

"Interesting..." He stared with wide eyes at the yellow fox hanging on the top of a tall tree in the distance. He couldn't tell whether the yellow fox was real or a false illusion.

"Do I look like Xian'er to you?"

At this time, another shrill voice sounded behind Doji Wangdui.

He turned around suddenly and saw a yellow fox with half of its face black and yellow standing in the weeds behind him.

"Do I look like Xian'er to you?"

"you see me……"

Slightly different but all relatively sharp voices came one after another from all directions. Wherever Doji Wangdui's eyes passed, yellow-skinned people stood on the ground, staring at him with their green eyes.

"Interesting..."

Dorje Wangdui had a curious look on his face. He repeated what he had just said and said:

“Kill one and you’ll attract a whole bunch.

You are practicing cultivation by wearing someone else's skin and asking others to die for you. You are really committing a lot of sins—"

Dorje Wangdui spoke in a low voice, and the yellow foxes standing everywhere just stared at him, repeating the previous questions over and over again, without making any response to his words.

The sky was dark and yellow, like a layer of black fox's hair.

The air was filled with the unique stench of yellow foxes.

These yellow-skinned people standing densely around Doji Wangdui today are neither real nor fake.

It is not true, because these yellow-skinned creatures are all the "enemy immortals" and "trouble immortals" that Dorje Wangdui invited himself. After he destroyed Yang Rui's "immortal body" in one go, they became enemies with the relatives of Yang Rui's immortal body!
The foundation of Yang Rui's immortal body is the soul of a yellow fox.

With this Qi-enhancing foundation, he refined the 'Residual Immortal Body' among the five evils.

Now, Doji Wangdui has broken up the remnant immortal body and completely killed the yellow fox's soul, thus bringing disaster upon himself.

These enemy immortals and trouble immortals were essentially just weak and useless feasting souls, and Dorje Wangdui could kill them at will.

But he was a little hesitant now.

After killing these Soul Eaters that block the way, will other things appear?
It is not false, because although Xiang Hun'er is weak and can be killed at will, he can be made to disappear in an instant without any trace, but the cause and effect connected to each Xiang Hun'er is also densely packed.

Every time you kill a soul eater, you will be contaminated with one more cause and effect, which cannot be erased!

Suddenly, Dorje Wangdui's ears moved.

He glanced at the dark yellow sky and walked towards a certain direction of the wild woods.

Renqing and Jianzan had both finished their work, and he couldn't delay any longer.

As soon as Doji Wangdui took a step, the yellow foxes surrounding him also started running, gathered densely in front of him, bared their teeth at him, and pounced on him to bite!
He dodged several times, but could no longer avoid the bites of the five yellow foxes. His expression suddenly became ferocious, and he stretched out his hand and swept -

The yellow fox that pounced towards him was instantly broken into bursts of smelly black and yellow smoke that drifted away!

Having started the killing spree, Doji Wangdui no longer hesitated. He closed his mouth tightly, and clusters of blood vessels spread out in all directions like roots under his feet. All the yellow foxes that stepped into the range of his blood vessels turned into smoke and disappeared!
His figure suddenly floated over a distance of more than a hundred steps, and wherever he passed, only black and yellow smoke that slowly dissipated was left!
He killed all the yellow foxes along the way!

Dorje Wangdui kept walking forward with a gloomy face.

The blood vessels under his feet were still expanding, spreading in all directions.

At this moment, a mournful cry suddenly sounded in Doji Wangdui's ears: "Woo..."

When the call sounded, Doji Wangdui suddenly stopped!
His heart was touched, and he frowned and looked down at his feet - above the black and red network of blood vessels under his feet, clumps of black and yellow fox hair suddenly grew!
A faint smell of stench emanated from the fox's fur.

The fox hair grew rapidly in clumps under Dorje Wangdui's feet.

They are attached to the network of blood vessels under Doji Wangdui's feet, and their color changes from black and yellow to dark red!
The blood-red hair covered Doji Wangdui's feet, and then went along his feet, covering his ankles and calves. He suddenly felt the parts covered by the hair begin to tighten and itch.

The unbearable itching soon turned into a tingling sensation like being bitten by a mouse on the toes!

"revenge……"

It was as if an old woman was whispering hatefully in his ear.

When Dorje Wangdui raised his eyes, he really saw——

Eight or nine steps ahead of him, in the weeds, there was a "yellow fox" holding a rope and throwing it onto the top of a tall tree.

The 'yellow fox' tied a knot in the rope, stepped to a high place, and stuck half of its black and yellow face into the rope loop!
It kicked its legs -

Doji Wangdui's vision suddenly turned blood red!
——At some point, Doji Wangdui’s hands covered with blood-red hair suddenly stretched out and tightly strangled his own neck!
Dorje Wangdui seemed to be strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. He opened his mouth wide, stretched out his purple tongue, and streams of rancid blood flowed out of his eyes and nostrils. In the blood, there seemed to be a human face looming, chanting the Red God of Wealth's mantra:
"Om! Zangbala! Zanglianzhaya! Danameidi! Sheye! Soha!"

As soon as the mantra was chanted, blood started flowing out of all the pores on Dorje Wangdui's body!

The blood submerged the blood-colored hair all over the body, and the hair that had not been able to take root was melted by the blood!
This stream of blood spread out at the feet of Dorje Wangdui like magma, and wherever it passed, the blood-colored hair was melted away!

"call!"

The blood flow that dissolved all obstacles rolled back into Dorje Wangdui's body.

Dorje Wangdui opened his eyes, his eyes bright and lively.

Melting away the hair all over his body not only did not harm the 'Red God of Wealth Blood' in his body in the slightest, it even made the blood flow more efficient!
He raised his eyes and looked forward.

The hanged yellow fox had disappeared, and what he had seen before seemed like an illusion.

But there was indeed a yellow fox standing in the weeds ahead.

The 'yellow fox' had its back to him.

Perhaps because of its old age, the hair on the back of the Yellow Fox has fallen off completely, and the hair on both sides of its back is also rapidly turning gray and falling off. The Yellow Fox sensed Dorje Wangdui approaching.

He turned his head slowly -

The black and yellow hair that originally covered half of his face now fell off mostly, revealing his original appearance - this 'yellow fox' turned out to be Yang Rui in disguise.

Yang Rui watched Doji Wangdui approaching with a look of neither joy nor sadness in his eyes.

"What can we accomplish by inviting these bad friends?" Duoji Wangdui looked at Yang Rui and grinned, "Aren't they all the property of the Red God of Wealth?
Your practice is really not easy.

Now he has to be beaten back to his original form..."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Rui shook his head, his hands behind his back, all the hair on his body falling off: "I don't have an immortal body anymore, so I'll just have to cultivate again."

"Oh - but you have no chance?" Doji Wangdui said mockingly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, the original purpose has been achieved."

Yang Rui turned his head to look elsewhere - Zhou Chang and others over there had already pried open the coffin of the corpse and were pulling out the nails that were nailed to the corpse.

He smiled and turned back.

Dorje Wangdui was already close to him and took a breath: "Hiss——"

Following this breath, the blood vessels on Yang Rui's face bulged out one by one——

"what!"

At this moment, a fishy and dim smell suddenly rushed over from behind Doji Wangdui. Doji Wangdui's body instantly grew colorful corpse hair, and his mind suddenly became confused!
——A pitch-black lion stepped up behind Dorje Wangdui and took a deep breath through his nostrils: “Hmph!”

The colorful hair on Dorje Wangdui's body suddenly turned into a complex airflow, rushing towards the nostrils of the black lion!

At this moment, Duoji Wangdui came back to his senses, turned around and saw the black lion. A smile of surprise suddenly appeared on his dull pockmarked face: "Zanben, it's Zanben!"

He saw through the three Zanbons, Doji, Baima and others, wrapped in the black lion skin at a glance!

Zanben, also known as the guardian ghost, is extremely difficult to cultivate.

Moreover, such things have the potential to grow. With some refinement, they can practice Buddhism together with their owners and may even become their owners' guardian deities in the future!

Therefore, when Dorje Wangdui suddenly saw the three praises, he was immediately surprised.

He originally turned back and was about to suck all the blood of the person who attacked him in one breath, but now seeing the three Zanben, he was tempted to snatch the three Daozanben in his hands, and he hesitated for a moment -

"boom!"

As the pockmarked monk hesitated, a ball of fire exploded above his head!

Several more Tai lions rushed out from the side, some opened their mouths to spit out billowing flames, some rolled up black winds, and some shook off the caterpillars on their bodies and turned them into flying sand - all the guarding skills of the Tai lions were used on Doji Wangdui at once!
At the same time, a black lion shook its lion hair, rolled over, and swept Yang Rui away!
"Hum!"

As soon as Doji Wangdui uttered a syllable, blood light burst out from his body like a wheel!
The poisonous fire, flying sand, black wind and evil spirits were all swept away by the blood-colored wheel of light that suddenly burst out from his body!

He rushed out from the blood-colored wheel of light and kicked the black lion with three mastiffs on the top of its head. He kicked the lion skin so hard that it flew backwards, revealing the three mastiff shadows that were controlling the lion!

"The Divine Lion!"

Dorje Wangdui's eyes are brighter!

In the realm of secret treasures, there has always been the "Lion Dharma Tantra". Those who have mastered this tantra are often given the secret title of "Lion so-and-so", such as the Auspicious Lion, the Vajra Lion, and so on.

However, due to the barrenness of the place, most Tibetan monks had never seen ferocious beasts like lions.

Therefore, when Tibetan monks practice the "Lion Dharma Tantra" and visualize the dark space, they often use animals such as mastiffs as the objects of visualization.

Over time, the mastiffs and other animals in the Mi Zang Domain often gained a bit of divinity and were often called the Snow Region Divine Lions. When they traveled in the snow region, miracles often occurred and became known to the world.

Duoji Wangdui had never imagined that these three praises were actually the praises of the Divine Lion!

He pinched the 'Zanjie Entrustment Seal' with his hand and directed it towards the three motionless mastiff phantoms!

"call!"

A gust of wind blew!

The three phantoms of mastiffs seemed to be sculptures of Fenghua, scattered by the wind into three colors of thoughts, flowing into the void and disappearing!

Only three streaks of light remained, flying back to Zhou Chang's bone ring further away!

In an instant, Dorje Wangdui's hair stood on end and his eyes were bloodshot!
Torrents of blood flowed out from all the pores on his body, spreading across the void like ribbons, and covering Zhou Chang and others in the distance like an overwhelming force!
"Bang bang bang!"

Between Zhou Chang's fingers, strands of water condensed into icy silk and wrapped around the coffin nails on the corpse!

He struggled with his mind——

The copper coffin nails were pulled off one by one!

The corpse had been suppressed by him for too long. Even if Zhou Chang opened the coffin lid and tore off the network of copper coins all over its body, it still closed its eyes tightly and was as thin as a skeleton. There was no sign of it absorbing the air on its own!
If the corpse was just a dead body, what benefit would it bring to the situation Zhou Chang was facing now?
He wanted the corpse to come back to life right now!

Therefore, he borrowed lotus root silk from Grandma Bai, Bai Xiu'e and nine other women, wrapped them around the coffin nails around the corpse, and took the initiative to remove the coffin nails around the corpse, just so that it could wake up as soon as possible!

"wake up!"

"wake up!"

Zhou Chang shouted over and over again!

He had not even noticed that the red rope on his wrist was now quietly wrapped around the coffin nails on the corpse, as if it was helping him remove the coffin nails, or as if it was bringing him the relics of other dead people as it had done in the past.

The red thread was wrapped around the coffin nail that was nailed in the center of the corpse's chest.

As the coffin nails were pulled out one by one, Zhou Chang's attention gradually focused on the coffin nail in the center of the corpse's chest.

With his current soul level, this coffin nail could only be pulled out slowly no matter how hard he tried.

As the coffin nail gradually separated from the chest of the corpse, the colorful hair on the corpse's body also emitted a hot aura, which merged into the copper coffin nail strand by strand.

The copper coffin nails turned red, as if they were being tempered and reforged.

"He..."

There was a sound in the corpse's throat.

Between heaven and earth, the fragrant air is gathering towards it!
It suddenly opened its dark eyes and saw Zhou Chang's face above it. It was immediately filled with anger: "Hate, hate, hate, hate!"

Waves of red evil energy continued to pour out of its chest, making the coffin nail that was gradually detached turn purple.

"Shh!"

At a certain moment, the coffin nails were completely pulled out!

It was brought to Zhou Chang's palm by a red rope. Zhou Chang held the coffin nail that was burned purple by evil spirits and corpse evil, but he felt a deep chill!

"Come on!"

Zhou Chang urged the people around him to escape as soon as possible!

He turned his head and looked in the direction of his grandfather.

There, there is no clay statue of the god that my grandfather has transformed into.

Only the caravan members drove their mules and horses and galloped towards us!

“Go, go!
Brother Zhou, let’s go!

Your grandpa is here!"

Wang Tiexiong patted the unconscious old man on his horse's back and rode past Zhou Chang!

Moltke, who was behind him, grabbed Zhou Chang by the collar, put him on the horse, and galloped away!

The lions and horses are galloping forward!

In the coffin, the corpse that was full of food suddenly sat up: "Everyone must die——"

The fierce horse ran over the corpses on the ground and approached a shriveled donkey mule.

All the blood was sucked out of the donkey.

Behind it was pulling a cart, on which was a coffin covered with a copper coin net.

"Is this... incorruptible...?" The wind washed away Zhou Chang's voice, making it unclear.

But Moltke in front of him understood what he meant. He looked at the coffin intently and nodded: "It's the coffin that holds the incorruptible corpse!"

"Tear it down... and let it out!"

Zhou Chang said so.

Moltke hesitated: "One hundred silver dollars!"

"dismantle!"

Zhou Chang was very determined at this time. Niansi took the purple coffin nail in his hand, and he swung his hand and pierced the coffin nail into the coffin. He twisted and pulled his palm - the horse galloped, dragging the coffin for more than ten steps, and the thin coffin was pulled apart!

The corpse was revealed, with white hair all over its body and only a large patch of spotted hair on its chest!

"Ahhhh-"

A terrified scream suddenly came out from the mouth of the uncorrupted corpse, which frightened Moltke so much that his eyes widened!

This corpse is also going to pretend to be dead? !

He looked shocked, but Zhou Chang, who was sitting behind him, had cold eyes, as if he had anticipated the current situation.

(End of this chapter)