Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 157 "Kid, how long are you planning to keep watching?" [Seeking monthly votes]

As Zhou Yi watched the masked man repeatedly bang his head against the floor, he couldn't help but think of a woodpecker pecking away at insects.

Brother, don't shake your brain until it turns yellow... Zhou Yi found the scene hilarious, and at the same time, he was a little curious.

A tattoo artist can control a person simply by tattooing a simple design on their body and adding a spirit. Why resort to such an immature method as kidnapping?

The masked man's movements were mechanical; he let out a muffled groan with each tap, indicating that he had been tapping for quite some time.

Zhou Yi originally wanted to save the person, but worried about unforeseen complications, so he took out a copper coin and did a simple divination. He then discovered that this person's fate actually intersected with his own.

Hmm? Did we run into someone we know?
Just as he was about to investigate, he heard voices coming from the next room. Zhou Yi quickly slipped into the tattoo room, quietly hid behind the door, and began to recite the "Spirit Rest Mantra".

The "Spirit Restoration Mantra" can suppress spiritual power and reduce the aura of living people. Zhou Yi used this technique when dealing with the vengeful spirit of Mao Cong's Land Rover.

Tattoo shops are rife with evil spirits and malevolent energy; using a calming spell can reduce the risk of being discovered.

As I was silently reciting the "Soothing Mantra," the door to the tattoo room was pushed open, and two men entered. One was bald with tattoos all over his head, and the other was shirtless with eye patterns tattooed all over his back. The eye on his left shoulder looked freshly tattooed, and it was swollen and bleeding.

The two men walked up to the middle-aged fat man and kicked him.
"Fuck you, Jiang Wenming! How dare you trick me! If you don't tell me where the candlestick is, I'll capture your soul and put it in a dog's body, making you wish you were dead!"

The middle-aged fat man on the ground let out a muffled groan, it was unclear whether he was agreeing or refusing.

The two men removed his hood, revealing a face that had been beaten into a pig's head, with duct tape stuck to his mouth.

The bald man pulled the man up from the ground, tore off the tape, and asked coldly:
"Kowtowing repeatedly must feel unpleasant, right? Tell me, where is that candlestick? If you tell us, we'll let you go and send you back to Quanzhou. You can continue making money as a broker. How about it, Uncle Ming?"

Uncle Ming?

Zhou Yi was greatly surprised, never expecting that the middle-aged fat man who was kowtowing so vigorously was actually Uncle Ming, who had been missing for a long time.

Should we take a picture and send it to Grandma Ji, telling her that Uncle Ming is alright except for being beaten to a pulp, and not to worry about him...?

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a sense of how small the circle was, but from another perspective, perhaps this was the result of fate.

Zhou Yi felt somewhat guilty for not saving the person directly, but when he heard it was Uncle Ming, his guilt vanished instantly... He had wronged so many people, so it was only right to suffer a loss.

Uncle Ming's eye was swollen like a steamed bun, making him look somewhat disheveled, but his imposing manner remained undiminished. He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the floor, displaying an attitude of utter defiance.
“If I make a little dirty money, my colleagues will at most say I’m greedy. But if I give the candlestick to scum like you, I won’t rest in peace even in death. Do people like you deserve to have the candlestick left by Zhang Tianshi? If you looked in the mirror more often, you wouldn’t even dare to have such a thought… Oh dear!”

Before he could finish speaking, the man with eyes all over his back punched Uncle Ming hard in the stomach, causing Uncle Ming to vomit bile from the pain.

Zhou Yi watched this scene intently and noticed that when the man threw a punch, one of the eyes tattooed on his back suddenly turned blood red, as if it added power to his fist... No wonder evil cultivators have always existed; their methods are truly bizarre.

Uncle Ming's words touched Zhou Yi's heart. Although he didn't know what the candlestick left by Zhang Tianshi was, Uncle Ming's determination to keep it from the evil cultivators made him worthy of his help.

Just as he was about to make a move, Uncle Ming, after catching his breath, took the initiative to back down:

“Heroes are not something anyone can do. Alright, I admit it. The candlestick is in the hands of a young Taoist named Zhou Yi in Yunwu Mountain. You can go and ask him for it.”

Zhou Yi: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

You, Uncle Ming, are actually trying to shift the blame, aren't you?
His desire to save people immediately vanished, and he even thought the tattoo artist with the full-backed eyes was quite handsome, hoping he could punch Uncle Ming a few more times.

The bald tattoo artist grabbed Uncle Ming by the collar and asked:
"Where is Yunwu Mountain? You're not just making this up to fool us, are you?"

Now it was Uncle Ming's turn to be dumbfounded:

"Are you even from Yiyang? You don't even know where Yunwu Mountain is? Have you ever heard of the name Zhou Banxian?"

Both tattoo artists shook their heads, and Uncle Ming sighed deeply:
"The situation between you two is like people who aspire to be notorious bandits but have never even heard of the Chief Constable of the Six Doors... You're really not cut from dog meat."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another eye on the shirtless tattoo artist's back turned red. Then he swung his fist and delivered a solid punch to Uncle Ming.
"Stop being sarcastic! Tell me the exact location of Cloud Mist Mountain!"

Uncle Ming fell heavily to the ground, his back bent, panting heavily like a shrimp. It took him a while to recover, and he muttered a place name under his breath.

The bald man didn't hear clearly, so he squatted down and brought his mouth close to Uncle Ming's mouth to ask:

"Where? Speak louder."

Uncle Ming's mouth opened and closed, then suddenly he raised his head, opened his mouth and bit the bald man's ear, shouting indistinctly:

"Kid, how long are you planning to watch?"

Zhou Yi never expected that even with the double concealment of the Concealment Talisman and the Breathing God Spell, he could still be discovered by Uncle Ming.

No wonder this old guy dared to cheat his peers; he's got some skills. Now that he'd been exposed, Zhou Yi stopped hiding and directly threw out two golden talismans, aiming them at the bald man and the tattoo artist with the full-backed eyes.

The tattoo on the back of the bald man's head suddenly changed color, revealing a pair of eyes and a mouth, as if he had gained another face. As the tattooed mouth opened, the golden talisman in mid-air immediately fell limply to the ground, covered with burn marks.

Meanwhile, the other tattoo artist suddenly blinked the eye on the back of his neck, and the golden rune in mid-air instantly burst into flames.

The bald man shoved Uncle Ming away abruptly, blood streaming from his ear, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, turning his head to stare intently at Zhou Yi, his eyes filled with coldness.

The room temperature dropped rapidly, and a faint weeping sound could be heard, like that of a ghost. Zhou Yi guessed that it was probably the effect of a painting on the wall.

He calmly took out the Heavenly Ruler from his bag, waved it twice in the air around him, and the crying instantly disappeared, and even the continuously dropping room temperature began to warm up.

The Tianpeng Treasure Ruler is four-sided, with each side engraved with celestial patterns such as the sun, moon, and the twenty-eight constellations, as well as the holy title of Marshal Tianpeng, symbolizing the power of the Tianpeng God to ward off evil.

This ruler is like a disciplinary ruler, capable of continuously torturing evil spirits and demons. At the same time, it is also a medium that can send harmful demons to the underworld. Just now, Zhou Yi's two swings directly sent the evil spirits released by the bald man to the underworld, and the painting became an ordinary hanging painting.

The bald man let out a painful howl and turned around, revealing a clear face tattoo on the back of his head. Zhou Yi swung his Heavenly Ruler, about to smash it on the man's head, when the face on the back of his head turned into a look of fear, and the man quickly dodged away.

At that moment, the shirtless tattoo artist stood in front of Zhou Yi, suddenly turned around, and pointed his entire back at Zhou Yi.

Uncle Ming, lying on the ground, reminded him:

"Don't look into those eyes, they'll make you lose your way."

Zhou Yi quickly closed his eyes, but it was too late. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his body temperature was dropping rapidly, and he felt as if he had jumped off a cliff and was falling.

Various illusions arose one after another, and everything around seemed like an overturned paint box, with intense colors appearing in a flash, more exciting than eating poisonous mushrooms.

At this moment, all five senses were lost, and Zhou Yi felt panicked. He quickly recited a calming mantra.

But this thing didn't seem to solve the problem. He reached for his bag and found that it had disappeared at some point, and his Bagua jade pendant and black bead were also gone.

Zhou Yi panicked, fearing that instead of reaping merit, he would be exploited by these evil cultivators.

Just as he was feeling completely lost, he suddenly felt a warm sensation in his arms. He reached into his robes and pulled out a red leaf, only then remembering that it was given to him by Wang Lingguan.

But how do you use this thing?

He waved a leaf, but the colors around him remained unchanged, and the illusion was not broken.

Since we can't break through the barrier directly, let's try a different approach.

Feeling the warmth of the leaves, Zhou Yi suddenly thought of the idiom "a leaf before the eyes"... The so-called illusion must be the eyes being deceived.

He adjusted his mindset, closed his eyes, and gently stroked his eye sockets with a leaf. Suddenly, he heard the sound of shattering glass, and then the darkness in front of him gradually crumbled away.

Zhou Yi opened his eyes and found himself standing still, with all his magical artifacts intact. What he was holding in his hand was not a red leaf, but a four-sided Heavenly Canopy Ruler.

At this moment, the eyes on the shirtless tattoo artist's back all turned blood red, and many of them were even oozing blood. Zhou Yi swung the Heavenly Canopy Ruler in his hand and struck the man's back heavily.

"Oh!"

The sound of the four-sided wooden stick hitting his back was strangely satisfying. The tattoo artists closed their eyes and let out a pig-like scream.

Zhou Yi swung the ruler and struck the person twice more, then immediately took out a talisman from his bag and stuck it on the person's forehead.

Then, he froze the bald head in place before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

After dealing with the two tattoo artists, Zhou Yi went to Uncle Ming's side and found that this middleman, who had swindled many people, was now banging his head on the floor again and again.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi approach, Uncle Ming kowtowed and said:
"I have a woodpecker tattooed on the back of my neck. Please remove it quickly, or I'll keep kowtowing like this until I die."

That's a pretty good way to die... Zhou Yi pried open Uncle Ming's neck and saw that there was indeed a woodpecker tattooed on his neck, about the size of a fingertip. It looked very hasty and must have been tattooed on casually.

he asked:
"How do you clean this? Do you just scrape off the skin? You'll have to be patient, I've never done this kind of delicate work before."

Uncle Ming said in an annoyed tone:

"Stop making fun of me, hurry up and stick a purification talisman on it, my brains are about to pop out..."

(End of this chapter)