Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 143 Buddha and Knuckle Duster, Accumulating Merit While Fighting (Seeking Votes at the End of the Month)

Whoosh-!
In the narrow Bungo Channel between the nine islands and the four islands, a slender, blue dragon shadow, accompanied by eddies, flashed past underwater.

The phrases "gathering beasts and birds, enlightening all kinds of creatures" and "summoning wind and rain, commanding lightning and listening to thunder" resonate with each other, making everything around you—wind, rain, thunder, lightning, fish, turtles, shrimp, crabs, and even plants and trees—a veritable army!
Even the eddies and waves transformed into loyal soldiers, protecting Wang Cheng as he crossed the strait, which was only twenty-four miles wide.

The key is that it's narrow enough, and it's broad daylight with the sun shining brightly; otherwise, Wang Cheng would never have dared to cross the sea alone, even if you beat him to death.

He set off from Sifan Island when the sun was at its strongest at noon, and by the time he landed and entered the territory of the East Sea Kingdom, it was still before lunchtime.

He then affixed two more [Jia Ma Talismans] to his legs and traveled two hundred li at top speed, entering the border of Hizen Province, which had long been destroyed and annexed by the Five Peaks Banner.

Seeing a special mark carved on a tree by the roadside, they knew that the dispatched personnel were in place, and their movements slowed down.

Continuing leisurely onward, entering a big city for the first time, eating when I should eat and staying in hotels when I should stay, I was definitely a superior person just by dressing like a Dazhao person.

Even when encountering samurai who dare to indiscriminately kill civilians, the other party has to give way to him first.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the most popular hard currency in the four islands of Yingzhou was actually the "Yongle Tongbao" of the Dazhao Kingdom, and Dazhao people had no obstacles in spending money abroad.

Not long after, the bald eagle Aji, which was circling overhead, noticed that there was an animal following him with a strange magical light reaction, but he ignored it.

The purpose of deliberately revealing one's whereabouts is to let certain people with ulterior motives know in advance, and to give them ample time to call more people over.

"I'm not afraid of having more people. Anyway, in this area, no matter how many of them there are, they don't have as many as I do."

Ideally, the leader should be a man of principle, steady and reliable enough to bring all the upright gentry and their followers over to Yingzhou, so I won't have to go through the trouble of searching for them one by one.

In any case, Wang Cheng never believed from the beginning that Vice Envoy Jiang would give him a simple delivery task.

So the problem either lies at the destination, Pinghu Port, or at the rendezvous point.

After wandering around for another day, we finally arrived at the meeting point and stopped at the foot of a small hill off the main road, where many stone Buddha statues were placed.

Wang Cheng traversed half of Kowloon Island, and along the way he often saw these stone Buddha statues, most of which were covered in moss.

Some are finely carved, while others are extremely rough. All of them are covered with the marks of time, and some even bear the smoke marks from incense offerings.

These stone statues are all called "wild Buddhas" to distinguish them from the Buddha statues in temples. They are scattered throughout the wilderness, protecting travelers from the eight million evil spirits and monsters of Yingzhou.

Wang Cheng glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on one of the Buddha statues, before casually sitting down in front of the hundreds of wild Buddhas, silently waiting for his contact.

I don't know how much time passed, but I suddenly dozed off and then woke up with a start. I found that the sun had shifted and the sky was filled with the glow of sunset, but the contact person had not yet arrived.

Among the pile of stone Buddha statues in front of him, one of them had cracked open on its own at some unknown time, and a strange little figure carved from black wood crawled out of it.

He has all the facial features, and looks exactly like "Wang Fugui".

A blood-red talisman and incantation were etched on his chest: "Mulang, Mulang, take the blame for others, you reap what you sow, nine deaths and one injury!"

The person, recognizing the rarity of the goods, immediately saw through the other party's true nature.

[Rare Goods: Amulets - Mulang]

Material: Made from a century-old willow wood threshold that has been stepped on by thousands of people.

Combined with Lu Ban's curse technique 'Nightmare Suppression', it can silently steal the target's form and control their mind, and can even secretly harm people of the same level as oneself.

Value: Extremely valuable in the hands of those who follow the Lu Ban method, but useless to outsiders.

Taboo: Thunder and Fire

At the same time, a low, hoarse command sounded in Wang Cheng's ear:
"stand up."

Wang Cheng suddenly felt a bit dizzy. The three fires of fortune, prosperity, and longevity were forcibly suppressed, and his whole body felt as if it were bound by many invisible threads, forcibly pulling him up.

He didn't resist and got up from the ground with the force.

Looking up, I saw two figures wearing straw hats leading the way as they walked out of the woods opposite.

Behind him followed more than twenty temple soldiers dressed in night clothes and wearing masks.

The leader still let out a sneer in that low, hoarse voice:
"Ha, I thought the Twenty-Four Guards were so amazing because they were 'startled by ghosts and gods' on the second day? They were all the talk in the navy, but in reality, they were no match for each other."

They easily took him down with just a few simple tricks.

I've said it before: letting the Prince of Jinghai escape had absolutely nothing to do with my special skills; it must have been because the birth date and time given by the mole was wrong.

Look how easily I took down a sixth-rank official. Who dares to say that I, Chen the Carpenter, am not skilled enough?

Brother Zhou, all your thorough preparations, including bringing in most of our forces in the East Sea Kingdom to besiege him, have been for naught. Hahaha!

The tall, thin figure next to him had several black urns hanging from his waist, seemingly a "ghost child" skilled in commanding evil spirits.

His face was deathly pale, and he remained unsmiling, only coldly uttering a sentence:
“Be prepared.”

Wang Cheng looked at the two people who appeared in front of him, especially the one in the lead, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

This carpenter who practiced Lu Ban's methods turned out to be the same accomplice who used the "Taishan Thousand-Jin Stone" on him, almost causing him and his elderly father to fall into the East China Sea Eye and never be reincarnated.

Even now, Wang Cheng still clearly remembers the mocking laughter from the other party across the altar when he was desperately struggling on the Wang ship.

I never expected to run into this accomplice who does dirty work for Qingliu in such a remote place as Yingzhou.

His face immediately darkened.

Pretending to be ignorant, he shouted, "You're not the 'Night Scouts' that Vice Envoy Jiang mentioned? Who are you people, and what do you want?"

Carpenter Chen stepped forward, took out a [purple lacquer inlaid mother-of-pearl fish and algae pattern gold box treasure chest] specially used to store the Three Thousand Yuan Treasures, and handed it to him.

At the same time, the strange wooden creature climbed onto Wang Cheng's shoulder, its wooden mouth splitting open and emitting a carpenter's voice:
"Who we are is none of your business, you fish on the chopping board."

Take this item and deliver it to the Jinghai Prince's palace. Stay there obediently for seven days, and someone will naturally make sure you die without knowing why.

Wang Fugui, don't blame anyone. That's how it is for small people. When they get caught up in the power struggles of big shots, they don't even know how they died. You'll get used to it.

"Can you be more wronged than the Prince of Jinghai, whose entire family died? Hahaha."

Then, Wang Cheng, holding the box, swayed his limbs like a puppet, turned around and walked out step by step. He walked more and more smoothly and soon became like a normal person.

Just as he was about to disappear from Chen the carpenter's and Zhou Tantong's sight.

The usually taciturn [Tan Tong] suddenly spoke:

"Wait! Brother Chen, this kid is going to die sooner or later anyway. We can't just waste the life force of a dignified sixth-rank [Bai Shui Lang]. How about I use it to raise a ghost?"

Seven days later, you can use your curse to kill the prince, and I can completely drain this second genius and raise a powerful natal spirit. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

"And let's add another shackle on him, just in case something unexpected happens and this kid breaks free of Mu Lang's control like that prince did."

Without waiting for Chen the carpenter's response, he opened a urn hanging from his waist.

As the gray mist flowed out, a hunched old woman dressed in black funeral clothes emerged from it.

With a full head of white hair, her ten fingers had sharp, curved claws like iron hooks, and most terrifyingly, she had a dark, ferocious cat face that sent chills down one's spine at first glance.

She tiptoed toward Wang Cheng, reaching out her claws to scratch his back, as if preparing to burrow into his body.

Although Wang Cheng had his back to her, he could still clearly smell the cold, bloody stench, mixed with the increasingly strong smell of burnt cat fur. His cheeks also began to itch, as if hair was about to grow out.

Unable to resist, she stopped and, with her back to the two people, let out a soft sigh:
"If you were raising a beautiful, sinister creature like a wedding dress ghost or a painted skin ghost, I might just put up with it for now."

But you had to bring me this old geezer; I really can't handle him.

Why do you guys like to court death so much?

"Since you're tired of living, then I'll grant your wish."

Tan Tong was taken aback:
"What nonsense are you talking about? We have two middle-ranking officials and more than twenty temple soldiers. How can you, a mere Bai Shuilang who is under the influence of curses, think you can resist?"
Then come and kill me.

"Okay."

Then Wang Cheng slowly turned around, pointed his finger at their heads in a gun shape, and imitated the sound of a gun firing:

"boom!"

Seeing that Wang Cheng could move freely under his control, Chen the carpenter suddenly felt a chilling sense of crisis and was immediately alarmed:
"careful!"

His twenty-odd elite men took off their weapons and shields and immediately formed a circle around him.

Unfortunately, the young monk and two hundred elite guards, who had been hiding for a long time under the guise of "a national treasure, feigning an attack while secretly advancing," had already dropped their disguises and pulled the trigger on them.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Countless blazing fire lines intertwined, instantly engulfing them all.

With twenty against two hundred, I can't claim any advantage over you no matter what.

Most people's expressions of shock froze instantly, and some even had their faces riddled with bloody holes from the beatings.

Only two carpenters and altar attendants of the middle-ranking third grade were able to escape in time.

Carpenter Chen took out a Luban ruler with eight characters written on it, representing wealth, illness, separation, righteousness, official position, robbery, harm, and origin, along with complex markings, and drew a line in front of him.

The lead bullets fired at them all veered off course, flying around their bodies to the sides.

Before the two, still in shock, could even look up, a bald bronze figure, radiating golden light and resembling a bronze casting, swung its fist, as large as a sand bowl, and slammed it into Zhou Tantong's body.

Boom——!
The countless black ghostly energies around him seemed to encounter the sun, suddenly suffering severe damage, and he was also sent flying.

But then a blurry phantom of the Vajra Yaksha King appeared behind the "bronze man".

It has three heads and six arms, holding a vajra, arrow, sword, vajra bell, dharma wheel, bow, spear, etc. It has five eyes, two on each side and one on its forehead.

Just looking at it is enough to sting your eyes and make you afraid to look directly at it.

Buddhas and saints, like the three officials of heaven, earth and water, are essentially a kind of Taoist energy. As long as you master the method, you can borrow the Dharma through visualization and contemplation.

The bald monk was appointed as a sixth-rank official in the Heavenly Ranks, a "Secret Dharma Monk," specializing in suppressing all kinds of evil spirits and malevolent entities.

He also wore golden bronze knuckle dusters on his hands, the protrusions of which were not fists, but consecrated Buddha heads, so that when he punched, Buddha's light would shine everywhere.

It is precisely like pointing at a tiger and adding the Buddha, accumulating merit while fighting, bringing the spiritual efficacy of the Tantric monks to its fullest extent.

Boom, boom.
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Merit +1!

Merit +1!

Merit +1
(End of this chapter)