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

Chapter 404 The Ghost Monk's Illustrated Guide
Two eerie monks stood silently in the purple rain, their smiles etched on their faces. Their strange forms, with their purplish-black flesh, resembled evil spirits crawling out of the underworld.

Purple rain poured down, making the two ghostly monks appear as if they were soaked in a pool of blood.

"What incense money?"

Ji Ran slowly walked a few steps and stood at the very front.

click-

The six-meter-tall, ghostly monk bent down, extending his withered palm, as large as a palm-leaf fan, and said, "Gold, silver, valuables, pearls, jade, and silk—all are acceptable."

"Of course, you can also call out your elders, and I will inquire. If you are filial, you may also enter."

"hey-hey……"

The big-headed ghost monk behind the gate peeked out from the gate tower. His huge head made his body look small and deformed, like a big-headed ghost with a monk's mark on it.

If not.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs; head, hands, skin, legs, also acceptable~"

"No, there isn't any."

Ji Ran stood in front of the two ghost monks and spoke calmly, his right hand already gripping the large horizontal sword at his waist.

"That won't do!"

The giant-headed demon monk shook his head and flew off the city wall with a "pop." A huge demon head suddenly fell from the sky!

The head was as large as a cart, while the body below was only the size of an ordinary person. The whole thing was like a flying head, and it growled, "If it weren't for the incense money, the Buddha would be angry!"

The enormous head opened its blood-red maw, revealing interlocking sharp teeth, and rushed straight toward Ji Ran, accompanied by a foul stench!

bass!
A clear, sharp sound of a blade pierced the cold rain.

Faced with this overwhelming force, Ji Ran merely raised his wrist slightly. A horizontal blade appeared in his palm, and a clear, moonlit light rose from below, defying the force! It was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the rain curtain!

hum-

The blade trembled, its sharp edge locking onto the trajectory of the demon monk's head. Jingluan's power flowed naturally, unleashing pale wind blades as she swung her blade!
The next instant, a cold blade of light silently cut into the ghost monk's chin, swept upwards with unstoppable force, and then burst out from the center of his forehead!

Pfft——!
Hot, vivid purple blood, like a bursting dam, suddenly erupted from the split skull! The blood, carrying steaming heat, transformed into a tragic rain of blood, splashing towards Ji Ran.

At that moment, Ji Ran raised his right hand, drew a line between his thumb and forefinger, and as blood seeped out, he immediately pulled out a piece of yellow paper and drew a talisman!

"Six Ghosts Talisman".

"fire!"

stab-

The yellow paper shattered with a crash as Ji Ran spoke, stirring up a cloud of blood. From the vortex of ashes, an arm covered in red hair emerged!

"squeak!"

With a low growl, a red-haired fire demon about 1.5 meters tall leaped out. Its body was hunched, but its bones were thick and strong, and its golden pupils seemed to burn with flames!

With every breath it takes, golden sparks emanate from it!
Faced with the torrential blood, it simply puffed out its cheeks and suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden flames, which evaporated it all!
Bang bang!

The two halves of the head crashed to the ground like wheels, rolled once, and landed on either side. The flesh on the cut surfaces was a bluish-purple mass, with eerie veins throbbing.

Clearly, the monk had been corrupted by the purple blood.

"squeak!"

The fire demon immediately jumped to the two halves of the corpse, opened its mouth wide, and began to tear at the flesh!
He had already mastered the Six Ghost Talisman, and the first one he summoned was the Fire Ghost! The reason was simple: he possessed the most powerful flames—the True Fire of the Sun!

The Six Ghosts will bind to the caster's strength, and depending on the strength of the sacrificial materials, they will display 30% to 90% of the caster's strength.

My own side naturally possesses 90% of the power, and this power will increase as I improve. Similarly, due to the blood medium, if the fire demon is killed, my own power will decrease by 30%.

This is already the limit of the Six Ghost Talisman. Some talismans with inferior sacrificial materials can only summon ghosts with 30% of their own strength, but once they die, the summoned ghosts will actually lose 90% of their own strength.

Summoning talismans are always like this: they provide the greatest and fastest boost to the caster, but they also have the greatest side effect of all talismans.

“Benefactor, you have broken the precept against killing.”

At this moment, the two-zhang-tall ghost monk raised the vajra in his hand, his withered, skeletal face carrying a hint of coldness.

Bang!
The large hand that was stretched out in front of Ji Ran, demanding money and goods, suddenly grabbed Ji Ran's neck!
creak!

Ji Ran's neck suddenly tightened! His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to burst!

"Bah!"

The demonic monk growled menacingly, and the Vajra Pestle was about to smash down!

But at this moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring the vajra down after raising it! And the head of the man he was holding had turned into his own!

"Giggle."

"Little monk, look at this body, how much is it worth in incense money?"

A pair of jade-like legs, clad in embroidered shoes, lightly brushed past the ghost monk's gaze. The fox spirit's delicate and alluring face was reflected in his eyes, her long fingernails still dripping with purple blood.

In the ghost monk's vision, a tall figure held a vajra pestle, swaying precariously—he had unknowingly fallen under an illusion and had his head ripped off.

boom!
The enormous ghostly body crashed down, and the two ghostly monks perished in a single encounter.

At this moment, Ji Ran opened the Causal Diagram, and wisps of pale purple smoke drifted into the book. Ji Ran gently turned the page, and a tall, thin ghost monk and a large-headed ghost monk were sketched on the back of the Dragon Horned Ghost King, like two small puzzle pieces.

[Gain 2% experience in cause and effect]

[Gain 2% experience in cause and effect]

The Way of Cause and Effect

Status: Beginner (57%)

Effect: Allows for insight into cause and effect.

Taoist arts: Crossing the cycle of life and death
Causal points: 6
In the false talisman-holding state, 4% of the experience is added to oneself, which is 8%.

Ji Ran's gaze fell upon the simple line drawings: [A Hundred Filial Sons], [Timely Rain]. His finger lightly touched the drawings, and a series of images flashed before his eyes—

This man named Bai Xiaosheng, whose Buddhist name was Yuanxiao, enjoyed tormenting those who were unfilial. However, his standards were too harsh. Once, in the Buddhist field of Guisu Temple, an old man in his sixties was working in the field. Yuanxiao saw him and was furious that the old man's children were unfilial. So, without the old man's knowledge, he buried his son and grandson in the field. By the time the old man discovered it, his children and grandchildren had been plowed into minced meat by him.

That timely rain was a generous and righteous person. Once he heard that someone was stingy and miserly, he would go to that person's house and dig out their heart to see what color it was.

The stories in the two ghost monk illustrations reminded Ji Ran of the demon monk he had once killed: Yuan Kong. The "palm leaf scripture" that guy carried contained similar evil methods of cultivation through torture and killing.

"Let's go."

"and many more!"

At this moment, the man with the double red stick pointed at Li Hanzhang and asked, "Where is he?"

Li Hanzhang was standing under the eaves of the Ghost Head Chariot. The double-flowered red staff beside him had transformed into a ten-foot-long four-eyed yaksha, its powerful blood and qi scalding hot, steaming up the surrounding purple rain.

At this moment, Li Hanzhang was still standing there dumbfounded, not understanding why the others were looking at him. He had experienced the purple rain near the Huai River and didn't feel any danger. Any martial artist of the first rank or above could withstand it.

However, things are different here.

Ji Ran understood the meaning of the Double Flower Red Stick. If the group were to fight, Li Hanzhang would be exposed to the purple rain, and he would inevitably be melted into a ghost by the purple rain.

Da da da.

Ji Ran walked to Li Hanzhang's side, his eyes filled with a sense of cause and effect, and looked him over as he said, "I have a question."

"Senior, please speak."

"If soon, the people of Southern Han can come to the border of the Great Tang, can you bring them there?"

"No."

Li Hanzhang shook his head and said, "Father has already dispatched a general with 80,000 elite troops to firmly guard the passes and the Huai River."

"The Taoists also say that whenever a Han Chinese enters the Tang Dynasty, droughts will continue and thunderstorms will not fall."

"If I were to give you a chance now..."

Ji Ran looked into his eyes and said, "I will make you a top-notch martial arts master, and give you the combat power to break through a thousand armors with a single sword."

"Can it be done?"

Li Hanzhang's breathing became noticeably heavier, but he shook his head without hesitation and said, "I'm sorry, senior."

Ji Ran suddenly smiled.

"It's an advantage for you."

The next moment, a beam of azure light surged into Li Hanzhang's body—it was the Qingcheng Sword Intent!
"Let's go."

Ji Ran turned and walked towards the dry moat, where a broken stone bridge connected to the city gate.

"Giggle."

Fox Fairy walked past Li Hanzhang and teased, "Noble robes and scarves really do nourish the body~"

"Born into wealth and privilege, free from constraints, able to stay true to oneself in the face of any temptation."

Fox Fairy understood that Ji Ran had given him sword intent because of Li Hanzhang's unwavering resolve. Furthermore, his status meant he could still influence the Tang Dynasty's political landscape and policy decisions.

This inherent nature of Li Hanzhang stemmed from his own temperament, but it was also due to his noble and aristocratic bearing.

Talent and wisdom are the most precious consumables in a person's life. Some people only possess them in their youth, while others are born into high status and never lose them in their lifetime.

At least at this moment, Li Hanzhang, facing the celestial demon in his eyes, still has his own principles to uphold.

At this moment, Li Hanzhang's eyes trembled. He felt his second-grade bottleneck loosen and suddenly break through to the third-grade realm!
At the same time, a terrifying sword aura spread out, shattering the purple rain around him! He gripped the Nine Dragons Sword, feeling that there was nothing in the world he could not cut down!
Whoosh!
suddenly!

A sharp arrow was embedded in the rubble at the bridgehead.

Ji Ran stopped and looked at the hunched figure that appeared in front of him, and suddenly frowned!
On the opposite bank of the bridge, a thick shadow, like ink, spread from the base of the city wall, swallowing most of the solitary figure. Only a few strands of dazzling silver-white hair fell from the edge of the shadow, dripping with rain.

The man was hunched over, holding a dark-colored hardwood bow in his left hand, while his right hand was holding a boy's head.

Those soft strands of hair dangled in the air, and the last moment of astonishment still lingered on her youthful face.

Ji Ran saw a pair of eyes hidden behind white hair, silently gazing at her through the pervasive moisture.

"you--"

The man's voice was hoarse, carrying a strange pleading and probing tone: "Are you hungry?"

(End of this chapter)