Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 397 First Blood! Do you still remember Shen Yuting by the Straits of Malacca?

Wang Cheng returned Yang Yixiao's epitaph to Gao Ren, thus dispelling his illusions.

In a daze, he saw this bizarre scene before him, pointed at his adoptive father, his finger trembling, his eyes wide with astonishment:

"Godfather, you...you've revealed your true form?!"

No, she's my stepmother!

When Fengzhou Shanren first broke through to the next level, Gao Ren saw the chilling expression on his adoptive father's face and inwardly grumbled:
"You said the three yin-bodied beauties were transformed from desires and inner demons, while the yang-bodied Ximen Qing was still yourself."

But looking at you, we think that Ximen Qing, who is in charge, is more like a demon in his heart. Perhaps those three beauties who were used as concubines for dual cultivation are actually you!

Previously, even Fengzhou Shanren himself might not have been able to distinguish whether his main personality had become Ximen Qing or the three female protagonists.

This time, based on the principle that the main personality of the "Beautiful Buddha Hand" is male, while the secondary personality or inner demon manifests as a female body through changes in the right hand, limbs, fat, etc., the disciples' guesses have indeed come true!

He had already been possessed by his inner demons without even realizing it.

at this time.

Fengzhou Shanren's body first expanded significantly under the dual stimulation of the immortal elixir and his life cultivation, producing enough bone and flesh for two people.

Then, focusing on her upper body, three-quarters of her original form transformed into a young woman with a broad chest and a gourd-shaped figure.

She combines the best qualities of the three female protagonists, Jin, Ping, and Mei, and is stunningly beautiful, looking much younger than the old man with gray hair.

The remaining quarter of his body, mainly the lower half, which was also occupied by the inner demon, transformed into a young boy who was only a little over 1.5 meters tall.

She looks to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.

To describe the size difference between the two, it would be that if the former sat down, it could completely bury the latter.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Facts speak louder than words. Fengzhou Shanren finally realized that he had already gone mad, and his inner demons had replaced him as Ximen Qing, while he himself...
Slowly lowering his head, he could only see undulating mountains, unable to see his toes at all. His whole body trembled violently, and he could now be described as trembling wildly.

A lustful ghost with the heart of Ximen Qing suddenly becomes the one being seduced, and then suddenly remembers that he has been practicing the Joyful Zen with his inner demons every day as Mingfei.

"Ugh~"

The world's unfairness and malice suddenly became an unbearable burden for this "Master of the Wind and Moon Hermitage," causing her heart to suffer a devastating blow.

Just then, the boy's inner demons turned to look at "her".

No need to pretend any longer, he licked his greasy lips like a middle-aged Ximen Qing, seemingly quite satisfied with "her" current image.

"Ah! Don't come over!"

Fengzhou Shanren screamed in panic, but the gentle and melodious tone only excited the inner demon even more.

"My beauty, we are one, why distinguish between you and me? Don't run away."

Wang Cheng observed a moment of silence in mourning.

In the past, if believers had devoutly worshipped the "Master of Fengyue Nunnery" and recited his name, the most basic benefit would have been that the duration of their chanting would have at least doubled, easily exceeding 45 minutes.

If you recite "his" name now, you will instantly transform into a "one minute and thirty seconds shower and bath" man.

"Fortunately!"

He looked up at the monk Longbi opposite him.

Longbi Monk, whose debts were a hundred times deeper than those of Fengzhou Shanren, met an even more tragic end.

Under the weight of misfortune, his inner demon was successfully seduced by the Great Joyful Buddha Light, defeating his primary personality and taking its place during the riot. The effects of the Beauty Buddha Hand also went out of control.

Not only did his physical form transform into a delicate beauty with wheat-colored skin.

The hand that was holding Halena suddenly broke free, grew long in the wind, and replaced his gender, becoming a lean and muscular young man.

If that were all, it would be fine; Long Bi Seng could only be considered unlucky, not miserable.

The problem was that just as that arm, carrying Halena, jumped out of the main body's magical light range, Lin Daoqian seized the opportunity and used [Devouring Heaven and Earth] to swallow her whole!
Inside, there is not flesh, blood, intestines, or stomach, but a huge, independent space.

Halena was immediately isolated and protected, while the inner demon that jumped out with a severed arm was instantly submerged by the highly corrosive "Gold-Dissolving and Bone-Turning Qi".

It didn't take long for it to become Lin Daoqian's own cultivation.

The more crucial issue is that without Halena, the monk Longbi, who had not yet fully absorbed the effects of the medicine, was essentially without his human shield.

Lin Daoqian no longer held back when he made his move.

"You scum, prepare to die!"

Blood flowed across the tail of the spider-tailed viper, and that section of "spider tail," which could disguise itself as anything, suddenly transformed into a meteor hammer with countless sharp blades and serrated blood grooves.

Then they bombarded the monk Longbi with explosives.

Having already experienced the sensation of this snake's tail firsthand, and knowing its power, the monk Longbi instinctively screamed just like the man from Fengzhou Mountain:
"My ancestors, please help me!"

A sudden gust of cold wind swept overhead.

call--!
Behind him emerged countless ghostly figures, all of them middle-aged or older, both men and women.

Originally, this "Good deeds will surely bring good fortune" and "Paying homage to godparents and worshipping the master" were just ordinary strange arts.

Once completed, as long as one shouts "Ancestors above," one can borrow the family's blessings and the legacy of one's ancestors to aid in battle. The more prosperous the family, the stronger the power that can be borrowed.

However, the monk Longbi did not follow the usual path. He had countless godfathers and godmothers, and cut off the offspring of others, becoming the only one to inherit the incense offerings and taking all the fortune of all races into his own body.

Once the supernatural power is activated, dozens of godfathers will stand on the right rear shoulder, and dozens of godmothers will stand on the left rear shoulder. Behind the fathers stand the grandparents, and behind the mothers stand the maternal grandparents.
Going back another 500 years, theoretically there were 524285 people behind each pair of parents.

While reality may not be so exaggerated, the sheer number of monks worshipping godfathers and godmothers is still quite astonishing.

Together they stirred up howling, eerie winds to shield their "only offspring" from the wind and rain.

The meteor hammer smashed through the ancestral barrier, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither and turn yellow. The monk Longbi was also shaken and vomited three liters of blood.

It's like he took a Leopard Fetus Tendon-Changing Pill; one moment he's a "fat monk," the next a "skinny monk." His still-unstable buttocks accidentally grew onto his stomach, and his chest grew onto his waist.
Even so, Lin Daoqian was still unable to shake the protection from countless ancestors for a while. He could only defeat them one after another, and he himself also incurred a lot of debt.

He thought that the descendants of these ancestors were victims themselves, and now they were being wiped out by scoundrels like Longbi Monk, so he hesitated slightly.

Longbi Monk knew that most of his enemies were righteous people, and he knew exactly where their weaknesses lay.

Although he was spitting blood and his chest and buttocks were dislocated, his face remained arrogant:

"Hahaha, so what if I am a disciple of Mara? I kill to help them ascend to the Pure Land and be spared the suffering of this world; I set fires to create a pure space and cleanse the world of yin and yang with the fire of karma."

The people of Dazhao say that the heavens strike with five thunderbolts, but I, the Buddha, am unrestrained and domineering. Is there any thunderbolt that is meant for me?

On the contrary, it is you self-proclaimed good people with principles who deserve to have guns pointed at you!

From the moment I buried the Peranakan woman who saved my life and received her family's great fortune, I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. It was all because you good people were stupid and weak!
If good people have ruthless methods, how could we bad people harm you?

In this world, it's not a matter of who is weaker being right.

"If you want to live well, you have to be more shameless and have no bottom line. Now, what can you do to me?"

While shouting, he also took the time to use the Ascension Immortal Technique to regulate his physical condition.

Having just lost his right hand and inner demon, his body was already showing signs of turning into a "Yin-Yang Master." If he didn't stabilize himself quickly, everything would be over.

"shameless!"

Lin Daoqian was furious, but his methods were not suitable for dealing with Yin ghosts, and he could no longer act recklessly.

Turning his head to look at the two "Fengzhou Mountain Men" beside him, they had already stumbled and run into the dark forest, disappearing from everyone's sight.

It's clear that we can no longer count on him.

"Get out of the way and let me come!"

At this moment, Wang Cheng raised his hand and pulled out an ordinary twelve-foot steel spear from the money hole. The spearhead, sparking, dragged behind him as he strode towards Long Biseng.

It walked faster and faster, then stomped its foot on the ground and suddenly darted out, running close to the ground like an arrow after only a few steps.

Rumble.
Its momentum was like a thunderbolt, its speed like a great star streaking across the sky.

The clear voice, like a death knell, reached the ears of the monk Longbi:

"A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have abundant blessings, while a family that accumulates evil deeds will surely have abundant calamities."

All beings offer me knives, I will take the punishment myself!
"You thieving monk, your crimes have been exposed. In my capacity as the [Director of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices], I sentence you to utter annihilation!"

The Twenty-Four Rhythms manifested above the head.

Just like when Judge Cassandra executed Jiang Jichun, it was killing someone under the law.

The thick aura of debt and witchcraft extended towards him like blades, the spearheads falling one after another, transforming into seven malevolent tiger-shaped curse seals.

The roars of tigers filled the forest with an extremely fierce and tragic atmosphere.

Even without directly facing the gunshot, Gao Ren and Lin Daoqian felt their scalps tingle and their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

This is one of the most powerful curse techniques mastered by Kirito: the Seven Tiger Throat Curse!
Originally a method of impaling effigies with bamboo spears, wooden swords, and iron nails, a simplified version of the "Seven Arrows of Nailheads," it was used by Wang Cheng, the official in charge of the year's execution, and thus gained a touch of grandeur and magnificence.

Of course, the main reason is that the sins on Long Bi Seng are too heavy and thick, and his luck has been suppressed to the limit by Yang Yixiao. Any curse or spell can produce ten or a hundred times the effect on him.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Cheng had already pounced on the evil monk whose expression had changed drastically.

hum!
He activated the Dragon-Tiger Yin-Yang Elixir Technique, achieving oneness with the heavens and man in this secret realm, and acting as the representative of Heaven to carry out punishment.

With a deep exhale, Wang Cheng's eyes shone with a godlike, indifferent golden light. A ring of energy exploded around him as he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, causing his almost inhuman muscles, bones, and fascia to twist into one.

An air explosion.

He gripped the butt of the gun tightly with one hand, swung it in a half-circle, and slashed the long gun, which bore the blood and tears of countless victims, from back to front.

Stab it--!
The moment his right hand was raised, the straight twelve-foot spear shaft snapped into a bent bow shape under the terrifying force.

The spear shaft, swung at high speed, struck the yin energy permeating the air, instantly blasting it into a cloud of cold mist. Even the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart by the spearhead, leaving a narrow crack.

Faced with such divine might, the "ancestral spirits" decisively followed the advice and swiftly stood behind Wang Cheng.

next moment.

At his wit's end, the monk Longbi instinctively used the six arms of the demonic image and the Five Treasures Dharma Banner to shield himself.

Boom! ! !

With a deafening roar, the front half of the twelve-foot steel spear and the Dragon Monk's [Ghost Horn] shattered together.

A torrent of steel plates, blood, bits of flesh, and broken bones surged out for hundreds of meters in an instant, like an angry dragon.

The explosion also shattered Longbi Monk's upper body, splashing a fan-shaped trail of blood-red across the mountain forest.

"what--!"

At the last moment, his severely damaged [God's Name] still wanted to discard its dead body and make a quick getaway.

As long as he returns to the mausoleum, he can at least still be a spirit or deity.

If one can even relearn the art of immortality and return to the source of life, it is even possible to reclaim one's body and be reborn.

His gaze revealed a deep-seated, venomous resentment.

"People of Dazhao, you all just wait."

I will take revenge on all your people in Southeast Asia, slaughter your men, humiliate your women, and turn all your children into transvestites!

however.

At this moment, Wang Cheng, who had already passed him and was standing behind him, felt the other man's chilling gaze, but did not turn around. Instead, he asked him a question in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
“Monk Longbi, do you still remember Shen Yuting by the Straits of Malacca?”

Longbi Monk's eyes widened suddenly, and the two figures gradually merged before him:
"Wait! Who are you?"

How could he not remember that when he repaid kindness with enmity and buried his first godmother in the Strait of Malacca, he was a hot-blooded but incompetent "official in charge of the year"?
If it weren't for his master, Luang Phor Seng, saving him, he would have died by then.

But no one could have imagined that at the height of his success, he would fall at the very place where all his sins began.

In the instant his mind was shaken, he failed to notice that the seven ferocious tigers manifested by [Seven Tigers' Throat] had already opened their blood-red mouths and surrounded him.

Then they swarmed forward and instantly tore the last [divine name] to pieces.

Wang Cheng patted the iron filings off his hands:

"Sow evil seeds, reap evil fruit. Heaven's way is clear and just as it should be!"

(End of this chapter)