All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 371 Frog Monk
A weeping Buddha, an Arhat dripping with blood.

The clay sculptures seem to have grown flesh and blood, which then clung to the monks' robes. These groups of sculptures are clearly fused with the bodies of monks.

At this moment, two-meter-tall rice figures, their bodies formed from fresh rice stalks, rustled and rubbed together, atop the heads of monks—their faces ashen, their eyes vacant. They stiffly approached the flesh Buddha, took out a monk's knife, and began to cut into the slightly trembling purple flesh.

The broad leaves resembled hands, one curled like a knife blade, the other carrying a wooden bucket, quickly filling them with purple flesh. The monks, their eyes numb, glanced at the group before silently walking towards the main hall. Beneath the rice stalks grew a pair of deformed human feet, from which roots spread out like a dense spiderweb.

"These rice people are all fusions that occurred after the Purple Rain, but they are considered lucky."

"By simply merging with the rice, one won't end up like the Buddha statue next to it, growing purple flesh and turning into a mindless monster. Instead, one can live a long time."

Liu Dajiao stood beside Ji Ran and said bitterly, "Young man, you shouldn't have come in."

Ji Ran looked Liu Dajiao up and down and asked, "Uncle, how do you maintain your human appearance?"

The monks in this mountain temple have strange appearances and are clearly not human.

The rice-walking figures here are all ghosts, but this old man is not only human here, so none of the demons are hostile to him.

Something weird.

“I…I have some skills.”

Liu Dajiao gave a vague answer, then glanced at the monk and nun in front of the door. Knowing there was no chance for this group to escape, she sighed and said, "Let's go."

"Come with me."

Ji Ran paused slightly, looking at Liu Dajiao's retreating figure, and said softly, "Do you know her?"

"do not know."

Yuan San and the man surnamed Li exchanged a glance, and Yuan San shook his head before answering.

“No one in our village dares to go out without the clerk’s help.”

"This area should be near Daoxiang Village. The land here is good, and the mountains are all low hills, so most of the locals farm."

"Ah."

Ji Ran nodded and beckoned everyone to follow.

Liu Dajiao walked through several archways and entered the side courtyard on the left. As soon as Ji Ranfang stepped inside, he heard a series of "crackling" sounds.

But then they saw several sturdy rice stalks used to chop firewood, their axes wrapped in two leaves! These rice stalks all had bald heads, and they were all sweating profusely, yet they dared not stop.

In the center of a group of rice figures, a tall rice plant stands quietly, with a large-eyed monk sitting cross-legged above it, supervising the rice figure.

At this moment, the big-eyed monk saw Ji Ran and the others, and first jumped up, but after seeing Liu Dajiao, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he sat back down.

……

"Grandpa Liu!"

After entering the dining hall in another courtyard, a rice figure with a girl's head ran over holding a rag, grinning and saying, "What are we eating today? Yan'er will make it for you!"

Liu Dajiao patted the girl's head and said, "No rush, we have guests today."

"ah!"

The girl then noticed Ji Ran and his group, and immediately shrank her head shyly, hiding behind Liu Dajiao. She was only about 1.5 meters tall, and at this moment only half of her face, tied in a ponytail, was showing as she curiously looked at Ji Ran and his group.

"This is my neighbor's granddaughter."

"On the day it rained, the family was still working in the fields. When the rain stopped, I went to the fields to look for them, but I found that all four of them had melted into a pool of living human skin, floating in the rice paddy."

Liu Dajiao sighed and said, "Gentlemen, things have come to this, let's eat first."

As she spoke, Liu Dajiao gestured to the rice paddy girl to pour tea.

Ji Ran and the others also walked towards the house. After all, it had just rained purple rain outside, and even though Yuan San and the others were no longer afraid, they still felt uncomfortable staying there.

The interior was very clean.

Ji Ran and the others sat down, and Ji Ran placed the shrine on the table next to them.

"Chirp!"

The golden crow flapped its wings and flew to Ji Ran's shoulder, the tip of the large horizontal sword wrapped in the evil dragon silkworm dragging on the ground.

Da da da!
The little girl, dressed as a rice paddy, carefully carried in a teacup. These were all for the Buddha's personal use, but a plague of purple rain had turned all the Buddhas here into living Buddhas in human form.

"Thank you."

Ji Ran took the teacup from the little girl and looked her over. The girl looked to be five or six years old, with a ponytail and a frenulum on her neck, with fine veins connecting to a long rice stalk.

Beneath her delicate, fair cheeks appeared to be covered with a dense array of freckles. But upon closer inspection, one could see that they were actually grains of rice growing from her flesh!
"No...you're welcome!"

The little girl blushed and ran off to serve tea to the others.

Liu Dajiao took out some blood-red rice from the yard and washed it.

Pfft!
At that moment, a handful of black eggs were dropped into the rice.

"Add more broth and cook it into rice porridge for our distinguished guests."

"..." Liu Dajiao looked up and saw the monk who had led the six people into the mountain earlier. At this moment, a black dot in the monk's bulging eyes wriggled into a swastika. But his gaze carried a hint of wickedness.

"This……"

Liu Dajiao's eyes trembled as he watched the wriggling black frog eggs, which, under the monk's magic, transformed into grains of rice and sank into them.

Suddenly, the monk gently placed a wildflower in Liu Dajiao's palm.

"Your daughter gave it to me."

"Today it rained purple, and the Empress Dowager specially sent someone to deliver some rice."

Liu Dajiao's hands trembled slightly, and the refusal that had been in his throat vanished completely. His daughter was now his only thought.

In this world where purple rain falls, ordinary people simply cannot survive without the protection of this mountain temple monster.

"……it is good."

Liu Dajiao had lost count of how many times she had said "thank you," and it seemed she had become accustomed to it. It was as if, in each compromise, she had forgotten who she truly was.

He numbly cooked the soup and rice, while the monks around him watched. And more and more monks came in.

However, these monks looked very different from the original monks in the rain.

The monks' heads were in an unnatural triangular shape, and their skin was covered with moist, dark green bumps that were so smooth they reflected an oily sheen.

A pair of bulging, eyelidless giant eyes sat on either side of its head, their golden vertical pupils moving listlessly. Its short, stout body exuded a strange stench of incense mixed with mud.

Rather than monks, they were more like frog-shaped monsters wearing cassocks.

When Liu Dajiao brought six bowls of hot porridge into the house, Ji Ran could already see the densely packed frog monks standing quietly in the courtyard through the window.

The monk who had been in the rain earlier was now following behind Liu Dajiao.

He bowed respectfully to Ji Ran and said, "Benefactor."

"You are a master who doesn't reveal his abilities, while we are just a bunch of turtles in shallow water."

"After you have finished your vegetarian meal, please be kind enough to leave us here at our little temple."

Liu Dajiao trembled, her lips quivered for a moment, but she held the wildflower in her hand tightly and remained silent.

This wicked monk is lying.

Once these people eat the porridge that has been shrouded in illusion, even a god cannot save them.

On the old table, glistening rice emitted a steaming aroma. Yuan San and the others licked their lips, their noses twitching, but they all looked at Ji Ran.

A slightly chilly breeze stirred the steam rising from the rice porridge, and a mocking smile appeared on Ji Ran's lips.

His eyes gleamed with a blood-red light; his spiritual perspective had already detected the malevolent aura rising from the mountain temple. This aura was particularly intense in the rain-soaked monk before him.

And in that rice porridge, black eggs were constantly wriggling.

bass--

A clear, sharp slash shattered the silence! Ji Ran flicked his wrist, and the tip of the blade slashed upwards with pinpoint accuracy! The earthenware bowl filled with hot porridge flew up in response, tracing an arc through the air.

Bang!

The earthenware bowl shattered on the stone slab, and the scalding porridge mixed with those black creatures splashed out, all of it spilling onto the hem of the monk's robe!

An unexpected turn of events occurred, and a look of surprise appeared on the monk's face.

Pfft!

Ji Ran didn't give him a chance to react at all!

Ji Ran thrust his wrist forward again, and with lightning speed, the cold tip of the broadsword was shoved directly into the slightly open mouth of the Rain Monk, who was filled with shock!

The force was ruthless and decisive, a slash to the side—

Tear it apart!

A layer of human skin was torn and peeled off like wet paper, revealing the dark green skin underneath, covered with mucus and bumps!
boom!
At this moment, the Rain Monk displayed superhuman agility. It pushed off the ground with both feet, using the momentum to propel itself backward, forcefully breaking free from its torn mouth, smashing through the door, and like a green ghost, it shot out into the courtyard!

Bang~!

On its face, human skin drooped down, revealing a golden frog eye. Its body, which had been compressed by human skin, now bulged with emerald green muscles, and its short, stout body, a full two and a half meters long, expanded and appeared, standing quietly in the courtyard. Compared to the other frogs that looked like humans, it was more like a frog-human.

"Amitabha."

“Benefactor, a true master does not reveal his abilities; one who reveals his abilities is not a true master.”

"With your first-grade magic power, you won't be able to leave me today—wait, what?!"

As the frog monk spoke, his eyes suddenly reddened, and his lips trembled! A blood streak appeared horizontally across the middle of his head, and then—whoosh!

Bang!
Half of his head smashed to the ground!

The broadsword was too sharp, and Ji Ran's swordsmanship was too fast. His physical strength far surpassed his opponent's, so fast that he had already killed him, but the frog monk only reacted after saying three sentences.

(End of this chapter)