Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 182 Bizarre Battle (Enjoy the Weekend)
kitchen
Huang Ping, holding a knife, was about to make a move.

Suddenly, he paused and glanced towards the hall.

He glanced at Li Wushou on the cutting board and swiftly slit Li Wushou's throat with a knife.

Then, carrying the knife, he ran to the backyard.

He slashed at his own brow with a sharp blade, the tip piercing straight through Huang Ping's skull.

Huang Ping's massive body lay sprawled on the ground. His head drooped slightly, and blood dripped continuously from between his eyebrows onto the floor.

Like a sapling being watered, a tender bud suddenly sprouted from the spine of its neck, and a willow branch extended out.

In the blink of an eye, a willow tree the size of a bowl grew from Huang Ping's corpse and stood tall in the courtyard.

The stillborn baby in Huang Ping's womb was actually a seed of this willow tree.

The willow branches rustled, whipping forward like a lash, and the void within the courtyard suddenly distorted.

Immediately afterwards, the large willow tree painting hanging on the wall in the front hall seemed to come alive.

Looking down, the willow trees outside the village shop, the paintings in the hall, and the willow tree that grew out of Huang Ping's body in the backyard form a continuous expanse, echoing each other from afar.

"Hiss~ This cook is really ruthless!"

Li Wushou suddenly opened his eyes in the kitchen and murmured something.

It's unclear whether he was lamenting Huang Ping's swift slit across his throat or his unwavering act of stabbing himself between the eyebrows.

After thinking for a moment, Li Wushou raised his hand and, following the cut on Huang Ping's knife, reached into Huang Ping's neck.

With a little groping, he pulled the tree out of his throat.

At the base of the tree, a large, grotesque growth has emerged, resembling a stomach, containing the imported food and tea from earlier.

Li Wushou casually tossed the sapling to the ground, made a hand seal with one hand, and with a rustling sound from the eaves, a palm-sized, short-legged paper donkey stood upright, its two front hooves holding a piece of red paper, and returned to his side.

Li Wushou reached out and took the red paper, then put it into his sleeve.

But because the tear in his neck was too large, his head drooped to one side when he exerted force.

Li Wushou quickly straightened his head, and Chen Gou'er in the Three Immortals Pavilion chuckled, then opened his mouth and shouted.

"hard!"

The flesh on Li Wushou's neck hardened instantly, then quickly recovered.

Enveloped in darkness, Li Wushou vanished from the kitchen like a ghost.

In the lobby

Grandma Huang stood in front of the counter, and Village Chief Huang took out a brass bell and held it in his hand.

They finally understood why the Taoist priest had kept Huangmaocun in captivity, sucking his marrow and devouring his flesh.

So, they've come for revenge?

Just as the donkey traveler said, they had long suspected that Huangmaocun was being kept in captivity.

One of them was the village chief, and the other was the priest of the village's ancestral god.

How could one not know that there was something wrong with the death of the village ancestor god?

Just then, a man-eating evil spirit appeared outside the village, and a wandering sorcerer happened to pass by.

What a coincidence!
But since the village ancestral god had just died, the two of them had no choice but to feign compliance with the donkey Taoist.

Thinking that the Taoist priest only wanted some money, and that many wandering Taoist priests did the same, the two of them did not find it difficult to accept.

While secretly refining the new village ancestral god, the two tried their best to meet the donkey Taoist's demands.

People can be reborn after they die, and land can be reclaimed after it is abandoned.

As long as the village's ancestral god is reborn, Huangmao Village will be able to regain its former glory.

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. They never expected that the Taoist priest would be so greedy, let alone that he would even turn Sister-in-law Huang's grandson into a yellow dog.

They even brazenly delivered it to the village shop and had Huang Ping prepare it.

Such a heinous act spurred Sister-in-law Huang to seek revenge.

However, when this matter was explained to Village Chief Huang, his grandson overheard it and secretly stole the corpse's eye, intending to destroy the Taoist's Dharma realm.

When Village Chief Huang discovered this, he took the initiative to find the donkey trailman.

He hoped that the donkey riders would be wary and not kill him.

Unexpectedly, one of his two grandsons was turned into a donkey and then controlled by magic, causing him to eat his own grandson.

So, regarding this matter, the Donkey Taoist was actually wrong.

If Village Chief Huang wanted to test the Donkey Taoist, he could have simply sent other villagers. Even if he didn't care about his grandson's life or death, there was no need for him to lose his own family.

He was unaware that this Taoist priest had a long-standing feud with Huangmao Village.

In the early years, the village inn in Huangmao Village did indeed kill many people who came and stayed there, but they usually eliminated them completely and there were almost no slip-ups. It is unknown when this donkey traveler escaped the net.

But at this point, the facts are no longer important.

When one side falls, the story is written by the victor.

Village Chief Huang and Sister-in-law Huang exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

As Sister Huang stood in front of the counter, she felt the large willow tree in the painting behind her come to life. Suddenly, she took out a handful of ashes from her bosom and swallowed them.

Then, Sister Huang's pupils turned white, she trembled, and raised her hands high above her head.

Village Chief Huang stepped forward, blocking Sister-in-law Huang's path, and the copper bell in his hand suddenly began to shake.

Suddenly, a plume of corpse energy rose into the sky outside the door, and the red lanterns hanging above the door went out abruptly.

The fog surrounding the entire village store turned black in the blink of an eye.

In the backyard, the willow tree that grew from Huang Ping's body stretched out its waist wildly, devouring the corpse energy that filled the sky.

Sister Huang raised her hands above her head, then suddenly knelt down on the ground, as if offering a sacrifice, and shouted:

"In the name of Priest Huang Mao, I offer five sacrificial animals to the village's ancestral deity!"

In the painting, the willow branches trembled for a moment, and then quickly coiled into a pair of large hands made of willow branches. The two hands moved together and reached out into the void!
Sister-in-law Huang stared intently at it.

Willow Branch slowly unfolded its arms, its left hand empty. Sister-in-law Huang's mind raced. The left hand corresponded to the drunken Master Li, who had drunk her willow leaf tea and wine and was now marked as a sacrifice. Shouldn't she be able to extract his internal organs now?

Did Huang Ping dissect the other party first?

But she didn't have time to investigate further; killing the donkey-wielding Taoist was the most important thing right now.

The right hand corresponds to the Donkey Taoist, and in his right palm, a set of fresh internal organs are neatly arranged.

Sister-in-law Huang made up her mind: even if you knew, what would it matter?

If one's internal organs are sacrificed, no one can survive.

"Wait a minute! These internal organs are way too big!"

Village Chief Huang, who had been staring at the donkey-walking man, suddenly let out a loud shout.

From the beginning, the donkey man's emotions were somewhat off; he was in a state of hysterical frenzy.

Faced with his sister-in-law Huang's proactive attack, the Donkey Taoist did not react, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

But how is that possible?
After seeing the Donkey Taoist's abdomen suddenly become empty, Village Chief Huang noticed that the Donkey Taoist remained completely calm.

He subconsciously looked behind him at the willow branch palm and quickly noticed something was wrong.

These internal organs are too big; they don't look like human internal organs at all, but rather like those of a donkey.

Village Chief Huang was startled. The Taoist priest in front of him patted his belly, and his previously empty abdomen became full again.

Standing on the roof, Li Wushou could see clearly that the donkey, which had been tied outside the door, suddenly collapsed, its belly empty.

The five internal organs that had been swapped in the donkey's belly by the donkey Taoist returned to the donkey Taoist's stomach.

The Donkey Taoist patted his belly, threw his head back, and let out a long laugh. Then, his face suddenly turned grim, and he glared fiercely at Village Chief Huang and his wife, coldly demanding:

"After all these years, you still only have these tricks up your sleeve?"

The Taoist priest peeled off the red talisman from his belly and blew on it.

Li Wushou's mind stirred, and he looked at the big willow tree outside the village shop. The donkey that had just fallen to the ground suddenly swelled up in the belly, like a balloon.

"Bang~!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from outside the village shop!
The swollen donkey suddenly exploded, scalding blood splattering everywhere.

The kneeling corpses fell down in unison.

The donkey's blood splattered on the corpse, making a crackling sound, and in an instant, it was corroded and decayed.

"Click~!"

Another crisp sound rang out, and the violent force shattered the branches of the large willow tree, causing it to collapse.

The donkey's blood was then poured onto the remaining tree roots, causing the ground to shake violently.

Li Wushou stared intently as the roots struggled painfully underground; the donkey blood was extremely damaging to the willow tree.

No wonder the donkey Taoist tied a controlled donkey to a big willow tree as soon as he arrived.

So you were prepared all along!
It's a pity that my short paper donkey was also reduced to pieces in the explosion.

However, Li Wushou was not unhappy at all; on the contrary, he felt much more relaxed.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how the old beggar and Chen Gou'er would laugh when he returned the paper donkey to the Three Immortals Pavilion.

This Taoist priest, who had committed many evils, had actually done one good deed!

Let's turn our attention back to the hall.

Village Chief Huang, who was shaking the copper bell, turned pale and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Grandma Huang behind her also changed her expression drastically, because she felt the ripples on the painting behind her were about to solidify again and turn back into an ordinary painting.

Granny Huang formed a hand seal, and the willow tree that had grown on Huang Ping's corpse in the backyard rustled its branches and leaves, drawing in the remaining corpse energy and injecting it into the painting, which barely maintained the status quo.

"Protect me, fight him to the death!"

Sister-in-law Huang's face hardened, and she gritted her teeth as she shouted at Village Chief Huang, before scattering a handful of ashes in front of her.

The Taoist priest sneered repeatedly and said sarcastically:

"You think this is the end of it? How can I appease my dead wife and children if I don't wipe out the entire Huangmao Village?"

The Taoist priest reached around his neck and removed a blood-red donkey tooth from the necklace hanging there.

If the donkey tooth buried in the field ridge as a symbol of the Dharma realm was merely stained with blood, then this donkey tooth seemed to be formed from congealed blood.

A hole was drilled at the tip of the donkey tooth, and the Taoist priest took the tooth and blew on it.

"Woo~"

His voice was deep and resonant, tinged with a faint sadness.

Li Wushou stood up from the roof and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, streaks of red light flashed in the fog-shrouded sky, converging from all directions of Huangmao Village like blood-red meteors.

Because of the distance, Li Wushou was unable to perceive the origin of these red lights.

But he could guess that the red light must have come from the donkey teeth that the donkey trailman had buried in the field ridges.

Li Wushou then realized that the Donkey Taoist's Donkey Tooth Dharma Realm was specifically designed for Huang Maocun.

Although he had no protective abilities, this Dharma Realm was extremely sensitive to the aura of corpses. The villagers of Huangmao Village who worshipped the Corpse Willow God all had a faint aura of corpses on them. Therefore, as long as a villager crossed the Dharma Realm, the Donkey Taoist could go and kill him.

In addition, this blood energy has a great restraining effect on corpse energy.

When the donkey exploded, the zombies were completely corroded by the donkey's blood without any power to resist.

At this moment, the donkey teeth that had been buried in the field for many years suddenly erupted. Although each tooth contained little blood energy, hundreds of them gathered in the sky above the village shop.
Inside the hall, the Donkey Taoist's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Suddenly, he put the donkey tooth in his mouth, stretched out his right hand, and grasped it in mid-air towards the image of the Corpse Willow God behind Sister-in-law Huang.

"Let them die out!"

Have a great weekend, everyone!

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