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

Chapter 372 The Demon-Suppressing Monk

courtyard.

The neat gash revealed bright red flesh and blood.

The lower half of the frog monk's face was still twitching nervously, but the eyes of his head, which had rolled to the ground, had lost their luster.

"what!"

Bang——!
With the frog monk dead, the illusion failed, and Yuan San and his companions saw that the originally white rice porridge had turned blood red, and there were black live eggs inside. They were so frightened that they knocked over the porcelain bowl.

"Cuckoo-"

In the courtyard, seven or eight frog-monks silently stared at the corpse on the ground. Their two eyes were turned at different angles; one looked down at the corpse, while the other looked up, watching Ji Ran's movements.

Ji Ran frowned slightly.

These frog monks gave me a strange feeling. A feeling of...déjà vu.

boom!
The next moment, a frog-monk leaped up and instantly arrived on Ji Ran's head!
Whoosh!
The blood-red tongue shot out like a blood arrow, heading straight for his face! Ji Ran dodged in a flash, only to see the tongue embedded in the ground, pulling the frog monk directly towards him!

boom!
A cloud of blood mist exploded!

Ji Ran's left hand shot out and slammed directly into the Frog Monk's body! The rock-solid fist, with its distinct knuckles, tore open the Frog Monk's entire upper body, stained with red and white!
Kill instantly with one hit.

Ji Ran stared at the corpse on the ground, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. This level 1 frog monk's series of attacks had been fluid and graceful, like those of a top-tier martial arts master!
Among the remains on the ground was a complete frog claw.

Just as he threw his fist, the frog monk reacted and grabbed his wrist with its claw! But his strength was too great, and even though it grabbed his wrist, it couldn't change anything.

If I were level 1, this punch would definitely be intercepted and countered!
This frog monk may seem foolish, but when it comes to fighting, he is even more troublesome than demons like the Four-Eyed Yaksha.

However, if I wanted to find the answer, it certainly wasn't in these lowly thugs.

creak.

Ji Ran gripped the broadsword tightly, and the Golden Crow took flight amidst a flurry of blade light.

……

When Yuan San and the others realized that there was no more noise outside, it had only been three or four breaths since Ji Ran attacked the rain monk.

Squeak!

The doorframe groaned as Ji Ran entered the room. He slung the shrine over his shoulder and said to Yuan San and the others, "You all go out first and wait for me at the foot of the mountain."

"well!"

Ji Ran nodded, the blood-red ring flowing from his fingertip, transforming into an empty, blood-scaled armor before him.

Vlad.

"exist."

"Take them down the mountain."

"Yes."

Vlad, at level three, was capable of leading several people away.

At this moment, Vlad gestured for Yuan San and the others to follow. In the courtyard, the gloomy light cast cold white shadows under the light clouds, and on the ground were corpses that had been neatly slaughtered.

……

now.

Ji Ran looked at Liu Dajiao. Behind him, at the table, was a rice figure with a girl's head on it, but it showed no fear and curiously looked at him.

"Mr. Liu."

"Huh? Oh!"

At this moment, Liu Dajiao stared blankly outside. Having just witnessed Ji Ran's power, he trembled upon hearing this and instinctively tried to kneel down, but Ji Ran stopped him with a hand.

"What's going on here?"

Liu Dajiao shuddered, a glimmer of clarity appearing in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Ji Ran's wrist and said, "Young man, go, go quickly!"

"Let's go together!"

"Never come back!"

Liu Dajiao's teeth chattered, his voice a mixture of crying and laughing, as he said, "I'm begging you... I don't want to..."

"grandfather!"

At that moment, the rice man noticed Liu Dajiao's unusual behavior, came up and pulled the old man aside, interrupting him.

Ji Ran watched silently.

In this mountain temple filled with the aura of evil, the old man was completely clean, without a trace of evil. He was like clear water wriggling in a blob of ink, eerily clean.

Seeing that Liu Dajiao was in a bad mental state, Ji Ran turned around and walked out of the dining hall.

The sky was overcast again.

Ji Ran walked along the same path. The rice-chopping wood-bearing men were still working, but the overseer frog monk had disappeared. From this spot, one could see the dining hall courtyard.

"Big brother……"

Suddenly, the rice sculpted figure with the girl's head emerged from the dining hall behind them. Ji Ran stopped in his tracks; on the shrine behind him, the pale blue soul flower swayed gently.

"what happened?"

Ji Ran looked at the girl and noticed a sinister aura emanating from her. Or rather, this mountain temple was permeated with sinister energy.

"I know the answer to your question."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ran turned around and walked to the girl. Her head was shaking incessantly because of the fragility of the rice stalks.

"Tell me."

The girl bit her lip, nodded, and said, "Grandpa Liu is very capable."

"He's not just good at raising frogs; he's skilled in all sorts of handicrafts, woodworking, forging, and repairs. He can even treat livestock diseases. Everyone in the village goes to him when they need something; everyone is grateful to him."

"Grandpa Liu was in charge of everything, from the temple's maintenance to the carving of Buddha statues. He was more famous than most local gentry in the Daoxiang Village area."

The girl shook her head and said, "After Ziyu, Grandpa Liu wanted to save everyone."

"But he couldn't save anyone."

The girl's eyes held a hint of bitterness as she said, "Big brother, if I tell you what happened here, can you save Grandpa?"

"I do not know."

Ji Ran paused for a moment before answering. The scene here reminded him of Yuan Beishan. If it were that kind of tragedy, even if he were to go there now, it would be of no use.

Just as a look of disappointment clouded the girl's eyes, Ji Ran's calm voice came through—"But I can try."

"it is good!"

The girl's eyes were blurry with tears, and she said with a sob in her voice, "When the purple rain came before, Grandpa Liu risked his life to go out to the mountain temple to save people, hoping that the Buddha would save their lives."

"Who would have thought that the monks of the Maitreya Mahayana sect, who tricked Grandpa Liu into coming to the temple for refuge, would turn everyone into rice people!"

"They even forced Grandpa to train frog-monk demons for them!"

"Please, kill that old Buddha, save my grandfather and my fellow villagers!"

……

When Ji Ran walked out of the courtyard again and arrived at the position directly opposite the mountain gate, the two rice figures in front of the gate had already been beheaded.

Da da da.

He paid no attention to the purple-fleshed Buddha statues on either side, but headed straight for the main hall at the front. Along the path, rice-carrying figures carrying purple flesh walked back and forth; these people would enter the side of the hall and then emerge carrying empty buckets.

These rice paddy workers paid no attention to Ji Ran, a living person, and just kept going back and forth.

Ji Ran walked up the steps and approached the open hall.

A strong smell of incense mingled with an indescribable, sweet and pungent odor, wafting towards you. Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, casting a dim, yellowish light, yet it was enough to illuminate the chilling sight—a densely packed group of frog-monks, sitting in neat rows.

These monsters are arranged from smallest to largest.

The smaller ones are only twenty or thirty centimeters long, looking exactly like a tiger frog sitting up, draped in a small sea cloak. The larger ones are a good two and a half to two meters tall, resembling a plump little mound.

Surrounded by numerous frog monks in the center is a giant rice plant.

In the dim candlelight, the cold morning light streamed in through the palace gate, illuminating the bright yellow Haiqing and the kind-faced head of a man.

"donor."

"If you wish to hear the Dharma, you may sit in front."

The human head had a gentle, deep voice that instantly won one's favor. However, Ji Ran, seeing the head as large as a car and the rice stalks as thick as telephone poles, continued walking directly into the swarm of frogs.

All the frog monks remained silent, but their bulging eyes all turned as Ji Ran moved.

It is eerie, sinister, and full of malevolent energy.

The pond where the rice paddies were located was filled with a thick, purple blood. The rice stalks of the human-faced Buddha were constantly absorbing it, and its body was covered with deep purple veins.

But as the human-faced Buddha gazed at him, a magnificent golden Mahavira Hall appeared before him.

The human head sat atop the neck of the golden statue, its face compassionate.

"I have never liked Buddhism."

Ji Ran's voice was calm as he looked at the human-faced Buddha, a crimson glint flickering in his eyes, a testament to his detachment from illusion. All the golden light dissipated, leaving only a human head swaying on the putrid purple blood.

"Especially, cultivating humans into rice, using them as food, and raising demonic beasts." The human-faced Buddha before him had clearly followed the path of a sorcerer, proficient in illusion techniques! Although the path of cultivation in this world was not like that of a wanderer, which had an absolutely fixed path, it had a clear bias.

Take the River God of Dividing Water, for example. He is physically strong and fierce, but he is clearly inclined to the official career path.

At this moment, seeing that Ji Ran had seen through the illusion in an instant, the human-faced Buddha's eyes trembled, but he suddenly lowered his head! The huge Buddha face widened its eyes, but said gently, "Disciple, please sit down and cultivate first!"

As he heard his voice, Ji Ran realized that he hadn't done his homework this morning, so he should hurry up and recite the scriptures!

However, this thought only appeared for a moment before the extremely absurd and illogical idea brought Ji Ran back to her senses.

Lingtai Dao!
This monk actually knows skills from two different sequences!
"Bald donkey."

"Whose master are you talking about?"

bass--!
A cold light flashed upwards, the blade slicing through the frozen air of the hall like a sharp bolt of lightning!
But the Buddha's face neither dodged nor flinched. Just as the blade was about to strike, another sharp blade of light was reflected from the Buddha's face and slashed back!

Warlock Tier 2 Talent Skill - Accidental Kill! It can reflect the opponent's attack and materialize it!
when--!
The deafening clang of metal against metal sent dust flying down from the beams.

The enormous head of the human-faced Buddha was smashed so hard it snapped backward, and the thick rice stalks almost broke!
But with this immense force, its twisted body was lifted from the crimson pool of blood, bringing with it viscous blood and countless wriggling roots. It performed a clumsy but swift backflip and crashed heavily back to the ground.

Bang!
The human-faced Buddha stood still, but on his originally kind and benevolent face, a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain was slowly seeping out beads of blood—Ji Ran's power was too strong, exceeding the limit of what he could refract!

"Who are you!"

The voice of the human-faced Buddha lost its gentleness and composure, and instead took on a gloomy tone.

"Chen Qingyan, Chief Instructor of the Way of Peace."

"It's you!"

As the most famous Taoist priest of the Taiping Dao in this generation, Chen Qingyan traveled alone to the Southern Han Dynasty to hunt down evil monks and destroy national sacrifices, which was already known to these monks.

At this moment, the human-faced Buddha's expression froze, and he immediately said, "The Southern Han Dynasty now exists in name only!"

"As you know, the current imperial court has no connection with the Southern Han anymore!"

"You, the Taiping Dao, have also followed the Red Army northward!"

"There's no need for us to do this."

The human-faced Buddha raised a huge leaf, pointed outside the main hall, and said, "Now, if you leave, you can take all the scriptures and treasures of my temple with you!"

Ji Ran didn't reply, only showing some disappointment. From the words of this human-faced Buddha, it was clear that he didn't even know Chen Qingyan was dead.

Da da da.

Ji Ran walked into the blood pool, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the human-faced Buddha.

"you!"

At that moment, the faceless Buddha sensed Ji Ran's murderous intent, let out a low shout, and suddenly sprouted three heads and six arms! This skill was clearly a way to enhance himself by utilizing the faceless man's talent.

Compared to the leader of the White Party in Yingzhou, he was much weaker, only at level 4, but he was more like a three-faced Buddha.

"This is a den of demons!"

"If you kill me, you won't survive either! You have no idea what's hidden here!"

"If it weren't for the Purple Rain Dragon Plague that allowed me to break through to the fourth rank of the Celestial-Human Interaction Realm, this area within a hundred miles would have been wiped out long ago!"

"This old monk is here to suppress the demon!"

"Ah."

Ji Ran found it somewhat amusing, stopped in her tracks, and glanced at the distorted Buddha face: "Aren't the monks of the Maitreya sect just demons?"

Zheng!
Before the words were even finished, the knife screeched!
"Practicing evil magic, devouring living people, cultivating the path of demons—"

"It's not a pity to die!"

Pfft!

Dark purple blood spurted out, and the six flailing arms snapped off, crashing into the blood pool! The human-faced Buddha let out a shrill scream, still frantically chanting Buddhist scriptures!

hum!
The blood pool boiled, and countless white bone skeletal claws tore through the purple waves, like bone lotuses blooming in hell, strangling down towards Ji Ran!

boom--

Ji Ran flicked his wrist, and a cold glint flashed on the blade, echoing the eerie light emanating from the shrine behind him!

Faced with the lotus-shaped spell formed from countless white bone claws, Ji Ran did not use the Wind and Thunder Blade Scripture.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!

Accustomed to unleashing his sword techniques with a physical strength of 6.99, his suppressed physique made his movements somewhat sluggish.

but!

In the blink of an eye as the blade struck, a thought flashed through my mind!
Zheng!
Ji Ran's arm holding the knife suddenly tensed, abruptly changing the trajectory of his downward strike, causing the blade to tilt! At the same time, he slammed his left fist down like a pounding fist, using his elbow and wrist to smash the back of the blade!
It was the "fist stance" from the Eight Cuts of the Battlefield that was unleashed! At the same time, he twisted his waist and back, channeling all his strength into his elbows and wrists, and used the momentum to deliver a powerful thrust!
The deviated blade drew two sharp arcs in the air!

Despite his physical limitations, he managed to unleash the fourth move of the Wind and Thunder Blade Scripture – Kamaitachi – using the momentum he had gained!
Hiss—!
The wind wheel slashed into the blood pool, and wherever it passed, the white bone lotus instantly shattered into dust!
It's this very moment!
Ji Ran was suddenly struck by a sudden realization that he had touched the threshold of master swordsmanship! Only by integrating and innovating swordsmanship techniques can one forge one's own unique sword style and form!
now.

The thought flashed by in an instant, and the body moved instinctively!

As the Kamaitachi unleashed its slash, Ji Ran had already moved in with a swift step, slashing into the face of the human-faced Buddha!

Pfft!

"Do not!!!"

The long blade pierced his brain, purple blood soaking the blade. The human-faced Buddha roared fiercely, the blade's light reflecting off his face, but Ji Ran suppressed him firmly!

His rice stalks bent, and he watched in horror as Ji Ran's blade chopped into his skull, his voice almost pleading.

"I really... am... suppressing demons!!"

Bang!
Ji Ran's figure fell into the blood pool and landed on the bent rice stalks.

Pfft! !

Immediately afterwards, half of the human-faced Buddha's face crashed into the blood pool, leaving only half exposed. Suddenly, countless wildflowers bloomed from among the rice leaves, floating on the surface of the blood pool.

The Buddha's head was still staring intently at Ji Ran, its voice changing from wailing to venomous resentment—

"You... are... dead."

"Within a radius of a hundred miles... ha... they will all be buried with me!"

The human-faced Buddha, though filled with resentment, also revealed a deep sense of unwillingness, but ultimately lost all its luster.

At the very moment of his death, all the frog monks in the hall suddenly came to life and scurried about in all directions!

Some who were oblivious to the danger rushed towards Ji Ran, only to be cut in two with a single stroke!

Ji Ran frowned slightly, noticing the problem. During the battle, these frog monks remained motionless, like clay statues, but the group of demons only moved after the human-faced Buddha died.

Ji Ran glanced at the Buddha's head, but showed no regret whatsoever.

He knows perfectly well what kind of thing the Maitreya Mahayana sect really is. Even the rats in this southern Buddhist temple are stained with blood; they deserve to die.

Da da da.

Suddenly, a series of light footsteps came from outside the main hall.

creak-

The doors of the main hall were pushed open even wider. A dim, cold light slanted into the gloomy hall, extinguishing a few candles and casting long shadows.

The frogs that had been darting around suddenly stopped, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed their throats! The next moment, they silently crawled down like a tide, one layer upon another, touching the ground with their foreheads, as if in worship.

"Father, look, the old Buddha is dead!"

"Hehehe, I can tell that handsome young man is quite capable."

A rice plant-shaped figure walked in gracefully. A familiar face with two pigtails looked at Ji Ran with a charming smile, a hint of shyness showing on her face.

The other figure turned out to be Liu Dajiao.

At that moment, the old man tapped his head, looked up, and gave Ji Ran a smile.

"Young man, thank you."

"That wicked monk used some kind of evil magic to bewitch this old man. Thank goodness for you, otherwise, I don't know how long he would have kept me in the dark."

Liu Dajiao bowed, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Girl, come and meet your benefactor."

"Giggle, Daddy~"

The rice man let out a coquettish cry, and immediately, the floor of the main hall began to shake!
click-

The entire main hall trembled in response, the ground shook like a drumhead, and dust fell in a flurry.

Click!

Boom——!
The blue bricks beneath the rice paddy man's feet suddenly cracked open, and an enormous purple head burst forth from the ground! The head had long, jet-black hair, no facial features, only a hideous, bloody maw filled with sharp teeth split open at the bottom.

Next came a massive, tiger-striped torso, a woman's enormous body that could only crawl on all fours. Her skin was covered in shimmering star-like spots that sparkled in the dim light, giving it an eerie beauty.

The rice man stands firmly atop the giant purple skull, its roots intertwined and fused with its jet-black hair, like a crown growing into the brain.

call--

A cold wind, accompanied by the intense pressure of qi and blood, billowed Ji Ran's robes. Liu Dajiao, with her ever-present smile, also opened her eyes.

Ji Ran finally understood where the feeling of familiarity came from, and also understood who the demon mentioned by the human-faced Buddha was.

Before the enormous purple beast, the old man's figure was hunched over, hidden in the shadows. But in the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes appeared, burning with a familiar character—

[Obsession]!
(End of this chapter)