Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 295 Raising a Cat, Changing Your Face

"Ah~!"

The talisman master's cat head twisted, its piercing eyes suddenly turning red, and it let out a shrill roar.

"you wanna die!"

Between its torn wings and body, a large number of fine black lines, invisible to the naked eye, were stuck together. With the roar of the talisman master, the large black lines began to wriggle and drill towards Li Wushou's brow.

"laugh!"

The black line pierced in suddenly, then burrowed completely into the skin, turning into a tiny black dot like a tattoo.

The black lines moved in unison, instantly piercing a black talisman onto Li Wushou's forehead.

Seeing this, the talisman master revealed a cruel expression and suddenly shouted:
"Control God!"

The black talisman gleamed with an eerie light before disappearing.

Immediately afterwards, Li Wushou felt a black net enter his divine aperture, whistling through it as if it were catching something.

After several attempts, the fish were caught completely. The other party originally wanted to try to cover the low hill, but eventually gave up because it was too big.

The talisman master, who was originally planning how to manipulate Li Wushou after gaining control of him, suddenly froze, exclaiming in astonishment:
"You don't have a god? Impossible!"

Li Wushou gripped the talisman master's neck, looking down at him slightly. This little cat was really strange; even though he was choking him, it could still squeal and yelp.

At this moment, the talisman master seemed unable to accept the fact that Li Wushou had lost his spirit.

With hands forming a mudra in front of him, cat fur twitched at his brow, forming a standing black cat the size of an infant's fist.

"Roar!"

The cat, standing upright, hissed like a tiger, then went from standing upright to lying on all fours. Ripples spread through the void around it, and a large number of black lines began to converge towards the cat.

Suddenly, Li Wushou felt his palm go empty. The cat-headed human body he was holding suddenly disappeared and merged into the fist-sized black cat body in the void.

The wings that Li Wushou had torn off were still there, but the numerous black lines on them had now connected to the black cat's body. The black lines were densely intertwined, making it look as if the black cat had grown a pair of wings on its back.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Li Wushou found it quite novel. Was this the nascent soul of a talisman master?

It doesn't look human, it should be edible!
Before Li Wushou could examine it closely, the black wings on the cat's back fluttered, and the black cat arched its back as if its fur had been puffed up. A talisman quietly rose from the cat's back, blocking the boundary power that Xuan Yang Shangren was suppressing.

The black cat, lying on all fours, vanished in a flash.

The black cat hovered above Li Wushou's head in the next instant and slapped down with its palm.

On the pink flesh of his palm, a black talisman was also engraved. The talisman shimmered with a ghostly light and directly opened a hole in Li Wushou's protective barrier.

Immediately following, countless black lines, except for those still refining everyone, poured down almost all at once, rushing straight down along the boundary force opening and drilling into Li Wushou's body.

If there is no spirit between the eyebrows, then the spirit must be hidden elsewhere.

But he no longer had time to search slowly, because of the current changes, the Nascent Soul cultivators he had suppressed had begun to notice the abnormality, including the heterochromatic-eyed boy he had suppressed earlier, who had also begun to resist again.

Therefore, he planned to directly control the other party's physical body and take complete control of it, and the other party's spirit would not be able to escape either!

One after another, black threads pierced into Li Wushou's body, almost completely covering him from head to toe.

These black lines exist between reality and illusion, resembling both blood and spirit, somewhat like the nascent soul power that Xuan Yang Shangren began to develop into.

It seems this talisman master is not far from breaking through to the Divine Realm.

Looking around at himself, Li Wushou realized that he was just like the acupuncture bronze figure in the clinic, except that the black dots on his body were much denser than those on the acupuncture point chart.

The talisman master's black cat nascent soul hovered above Li Wushou's head, the black lines on its back trembling slightly, and it uttered a soft shout:
"Control your body!"

Then, with the black lines trembling, it began to manipulate Li Wushou's physical body.

Li Wushou could feel his flesh and joints trembling slightly, as if cooperating with the talisman master's lifting. His joints and acupoints seemed to be taken over and began to have their own thoughts.

Unfortunately, the idea was good, but Li Wushou's physical body was incredibly thick.

Li Wushou didn't even need to resist. He simply calmed his mind and activated the Heavenly Gang Star Array around his neck. Instantly, he transformed into a mountain of blood and qi and plummeted downwards.

"Crack."

The black threads holding up Li Wushou's body began to break. The talisman master, who was trying his best to control Li Wushou's body, suddenly changed his expression and mobilized his spiritual power to flow into the broken black threads. The black threads wriggled and pierced into Li Wushou's body again, but more and more black threads broke until they were completely out of control.

"Snapped!"

The sounds of countless breaking pieces merged into one, and with a snap, they broke free completely.

A vertical line appeared between his brows, and an invisible golden core emerged from there. Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, rotated, and a force of boundary descended upon the talisman master's head once more.

Li Wushou took a step forward and stood in front of the black cat again, grabbing the black lines that had been torn off and were still twisting and writhing in his hand.

At the same time, a piece of human skin flew out quickly from between his eyebrows and stuck directly to the black line that was being held in his hand.

Li Wushou stared at the talisman master, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"A spirit-controlling talisman? I have one too!"

The talisman master was shaken to his core upon hearing the murmur. He glanced at the talisman on the human skin and realized that it was indeed somewhat similar to his own mind-controlling talisman, but it was far more intricate.

Could the other party really be a fellow disciple of the Immortal Mountain?
But when did Mount Immortal have such a talisman master?

And why would the other party attack me? To steal my credit?
As the human skin talisman attached to the black line suddenly melted away, and began to spread along the black line itself, the talisman master shouted quickly:

"We are all working for the Immortal Mountain. Fellow Daoist, do you want the Southeast Passage corresponding to Pudu Island? I will give it to you. I am willing to withdraw. Please stop!"

Li Wushou smiled without speaking, his divine soul power solely focused on mobilizing the boundary force to suppress the talisman master.

The black thread of the talisman master rapidly rose from the end that Li Wushou was holding, its color changing from black to dark red.

The talisman master intended to cut the black thread that Li Wushou was holding, but the moment the thought arose, a red light flashed before his eyes, and a blood-red magic sword suddenly flew out from the gap in the other party's clothes in his abdomen, piercing him straight through.

The intense pain made it impossible for him to concentrate. In the blink of an eye, the black line turned completely dark red, and a blood-red talisman silently appeared between the talisman master's eyebrows. It then spread out to the talisman master's body, carving out blood-red inscriptions before disappearing again.

At that moment, Li Wushou, who had been calm all along, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The formless golden core suddenly reversed direction, its boundary power surging upwards, crashing against the darkness of the sky. Li Wushou, with a solemn expression, shouted:
"Confinement!"

Then he shouted to Master Xuanyang, who was controlling the power of the Taiji Daoist realm:
"Watch your back!"

Master Xuan Yang, who had cultivated to the half-step Nascent Soul stage, was certainly not a fool. The moment he sensed Li Wushou's movement, his nascent soul suddenly split into two, one black and one red, and simultaneously fell into the extreme yang and yin of the Taiji Dojo.

The force of the boundary surged and rose, rushing backward.

In the night sky behind Master Xuan Yang, a slightly hunched and withered figure stood.

His body was surrounded by a powerful aura, and a dark talisman was erected in front of him. The night behind him slowly receded, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness transformed into a black cloak draped over his back.

At this moment, the entire sky of the Crimson Sacred Realm was truly displayed before Li Wushou and Xuan Yang Shangren.

Cracked, ravine-like, broken, and devastated.

Neither of them had the mind to examine it closely. After Xuan Yang Shangren made his move, he quickly retreated using the Tai Chi Dojo and stood beside Li Wushou.

Li Wushou stared intently at the figure draped in a black cloak.

That must be the true form of a talisman master!
Faced with Li Wushou's boundary force restriction based on the Five Elements restriction, the black talisman in front of the talisman master quietly changed, transforming from the original spirit control talisman into another talisman that Li Wushou had never seen before.

Immediately, the boundary energy surrounding the talisman master was suddenly drawn out by the talisman, causing the talisman to emit a bright, eerie light, and Li Wushou's boundary energy restraints to shatter.

The moment the restraints dissipated, the talisman master stepped back, his talisman colliding with the boundary force unleashed by Master Xuan Yang.

"boom!"

A loud explosion resounded through the void, followed by a series of cracking sounds, and the sky above the Holy Domain shattered even further!
The talisman master and Li Wushou noticed this scene, and their pupils shrank simultaneously.

The destruction of the Sanctuary is no joke; the void storm will tear everything within the Sanctuary apart, including the two of them.

The talisman master, who originally wanted to fight without hesitation, was now hesitant and had not revealed his true form for a long time.

As he approached the Nascent Soul stage, he focused all his energy on comprehending the cultivation path to that realm.

Normally, he would stay behind the celestial canopy of the Holy Domain, and by closely sensing the state of the Holy Domain's collapse, he could better understand the power of the void realm, hoping to create a realm in one fell swoop after breaking through.

I never expected that I would be in such a critical situation right after being awakened by the Blackwing Cat.

Not only was Blackwing Cat, who had served as his substitute for a long time, captured, but now even the Holy Land is collapsing due to the massive loss of boundary power.

Looking down at Xuan Yang Shangren and Li Wushou standing side by side, the talisman master had stopped thinking about taking over Pudu Island. He only wanted to know their origins, so he asked sharply:

"Who are you?"

Li Wushou grabbed the black cat that was being held by the Divine Control Talisman. At this moment, the black cat was convulsing and its body was emitting black mist.

That must be the spirit-controlling talisman of the talisman master being replaced and removed by Li Wushou's spirit-controlling talisman.

Then, after examining the talisman master, he softly asked in return:

"What? You find it so hard to believe that I come from the lineage of the Porcelain Venerable?"

The moment he finished speaking, a wisp of mist appeared between his brows, and the old beggar stood silently behind Li Wushou, surrounded by the scent of incense. Even the talisman master did not notice his presence.

The moment the old beggar stopped, Chen Gou'er, holding an incense burner, sat on the square table in the Three Immortals Pavilion, and at the same time, a reminder rang in Li Wushou's mind:
You only have one chance to strike!

The moment he finished speaking, a golden light appeared in the old beggar's eyes. He rubbed his armpits a few times, removing large patches of dark wrinkles. He spread them in his palms, rubbed his hands together, and a net of incense smoke rose up, forming above the sacred domain.

Seeing this, Li Wushou tossed the black cat behind him, which the old beggar caught. Then, Li Wushou's black and gold robes retracted into the Yin-Yang Diagram, and Blood Bone struggled out of his body. An invisible golden core merged into Xuan Yang Shangren's brow, and with a single step, it landed in Blood Bone's head.

The Blood Bone Dharma Image rose from the ground, its right hand holding the Tai Chi Dojo, and punched towards the Talisman Master!

The talisman master was furious when Li Wushou continued spouting nonsense about being from the Porcelain Venerable lineage. Then, he saw a blood-bone dharma image emerge from behind Li Wushou, and his mind trembled as he cried out:
"A Nascent Soul Dharma Form?!"

After witnessing Li Wushou disregard the crisis of the Holy Domain's collapse and desperately urging the power of the realm, they were even more horrified:
"Are you crazy?"

Such an act is tantamount to mutual destruction. The void storm unleashed by the collapse of the Holy Domain fragments could very well destroy the realm and kill even a Nascent Soul cultivator who has created a realm.

Seeing Li Wushou's madness, the talisman master had no choice but to gather his boundary power to meet the punch, but his mind was locked on Mustard Seed Ferry.

He wants to use the force of the counter-attack to break out of the Holy Domain!

But the next moment he felt a sense of despair. The power contained in the Blood Bone Dharma Form's attack was far more refined than he had imagined. It instantly broke through the power he had gathered and slammed into him.

The terrifying force made him lose his senses.

Finished!

With this kind of power, even a sacred realm would shatter!
The next instant, the Blood Bone Dharma Image slowly opened its other arm, grabbing it in its palm. Under the crushing force of the boundary, the talisman master instantly fainted.

The Blood Bone Dharma Image then shrank back behind Li Wushou.

Li Wushou looked nervously at the sky. The moment the incense net came into contact with the violent boundary force, the square table in the Three Immortals Hall suddenly shook, causing Chen Gou'er to quickly sit up.

Then the net of incense offerings outside suddenly contracted, confining the impact force within it, and then vanished into nothingness.

A misty haze rose from the Mustard Seed Ferry, the remaining force dissipated, and then the incense smoke dissipated into the sky.

Li Wushou breathed a sigh of relief, threw the talisman master into the Taiji Dojo, and the golden core emerged from Xuan Yang's brow, while the blood and bone re-entered his body. The whole process became increasingly smooth and effortless.

The old beggar was examining the black cat in his hand when he saw Li Wushou take down the talisman master and nodded slightly.

He didn't really care about the outcome. If he couldn't win, he could leave the Holy Domain with the support of the incense offerings. Of course, it would be better if he could win.

The old beggar waved to the newly awakened Venerable Xuan Yang and gave the order:

"Let's stabilize the Sacred Ruins and Mustard Seed Ferry first."

Xuan Yang bowed and accepted the order, then steered the Taiji Dao Field toward the sky, its boundary power spreading out and beginning to stabilize the void.

Seeing this, the old beggar withdrew his gaze, opened his mouth and exhaled a large amount of incense smoke towards the black cat in his hand.

The incense smoke surged forth, entering the other's body through the black cat's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The ever-spreading black mist was instantly dispelled, and a golden light flashed in the black cat's eyes.

The old beggar released his grip on the black cat, which then floated in mid-air. The black lines behind it pulled huge black wings that were stuck to the torn buckle on its back.

The moment the two re-entered contact, the black cat's body trembled, and then its nascent soul power seeped into the black lines behind it without regard for loss.

The people in the Dream of the Red Chamber, whose minds were still somewhat enslaved, are rapidly falling under control.

Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul
In the blink of an eye, only two people remained unenslaved in the entire arena: one was the Blood Bodhisattva, and the other was the boy with heterochromia.

Li Wushou and the old beggar watched all this, simultaneously letting out a soft exclamation. They weren't surprised by the result, but rather by the process.

Just after the black cat was officially under control and began to enslave everyone's minds, Li Wushou and the old beggar saw the black lines rooted in the Blood Bodhisattva begin to enslave his mind.

In other words, the black cat never enslaved the Blood Bodhisattva after the other party entered the Holy Domain.

Li Wushou and the old beggar exchanged a glance; they both knew what had happened that day.

The Blood Bodhisattva may not be aware of today's events, but the Blood Buddha of the Blood Buddha Temple certainly is.

After a moment's hesitation, the old beggar spoke to the black cat:
"Retract the black lines that have refined the Blood Bodhisattva!"

The black cat nodded blankly, a flash of golden light in its eyes. Then, the black lines rooted in the human skin where the Blood Bodhisattva was located suddenly receded. The old beggar then spoke to Li Wushou:
"Shout it out for Chen Gou'er!"

Li Wushou touched his brow, and the phantom of the Three Immortals Pavilion slowly appeared above the stage. Chen Gou'er jumped out of the Three Immortals Pavilion, his face slightly flushed, looking somewhat excited.

With its blood-red wings unfurled, it flew directly to the room on the second floor where the Blood Bodhisattva was located.

Clearly, the old beggar had already told Chen Gou'er what to do next.

Li Wushou glanced at the old beggar, who coughed lightly, and the two of them rushed towards the second floor.

As soon as they entered Blood Bodhisattva's room on the second floor, they saw Chen Gou'er with his sleeves rolled up, squatting naked in front of Blood Bodhisattva's tea table, staring straight at Blood Bodhisattva's face.

"Come here quickly, this monk has two faces, which one should we dig out?"

The old beggar rolled his eyes, walked to the tea table, and slapped Chen Gou'er's eager hand aside, saying in an annoyed tone:
"Who told you I was going to gouge out your face?"

Chen Gou'er was about to bare his teeth, but remembering the taste of the Blood Buddha, he withdrew them and snorted, saying:
"Didn't you say you were going to change this monk's face?"

The old beggar pointed a finger, and a wisp of incense ash flew from his fingertip and landed on the Blood Bodhisattva's bald head. Then, he sprayed a mouthful of incense smoke onto the Blood Bodhisattva's face.

The kind-faced face, the size of an egg, on the forehead suddenly shrank back into the flesh between the eyebrows. Then, the flesh on the left side of the face tore apart, and the kind-faced face emerged from under the skin, separating from the face of the wrathful Vajra.

The old beggar, while scrutinizing the face of the Blood Bodhisattva, replied to the somewhat resentful Chen Gou'er:

"I was talking about face swapping, when did I say anything about digging up the face? Face swapping doesn't require digging!"

Chen Gou'er felt a surge of anger. The worst thing about arguing is realizing halfway through that the other person is right, but Chen Gou'er still muttered defiantly:
"I'd like to see how you change it!"

After Li Wushou discovered their plan to plot against the Blood Buddha, the two of them had no more scruples and began to plot openly.

Li Wushou was too lazy to care and let the two of them do whatever they wanted.

The old beggar chuckled, finally fixing his gaze on the kind and benevolent face of the Blood Bodhisattva.

This face is not as powerful as the one with the wrathful Vajra, but it is more important because it embodies more of the humanity of the Blood Bodhisattva.

If you want to reap the rewards as quickly as possible, this face is the best choice!

He opened his mouth, bit off two fingers, chewed and swallowed one, and then his expression suddenly turned bitter. He bowed deeply to the kind and benevolent face of the Blood Bodhisattva.

The flesh and features on the other person's face suddenly began to writhe, and one by one they jumped off his face and then lined up neatly on the tea table, including the pair of ears on both sides.

Chen Gou'er looked down at the flesh and blood spirit official in front of him and unconsciously swallowed. This was much more delicious than the blood-eyed ones he had eaten in Wufang City.

Just as Chen Gou'er was struggling, the old beggar quietly turned around and said to him:
"Eat it!"

"??? What did you say?"

Chen Gou'er thought he had misheard and stared at the old beggar with disbelief.

The old beggar nodded seriously.

"After you eat it, another one will grow back!"

Chen Gou'er's eyes twitched. This was not as simple as a one-to-one copy. For him, having facial features transplanted was not so pleasant; at the very least, it would be very painful.

"Hurry up! Think of the Blood Buddha, even a single drop of blood smells so good, how fragrant must the entire Buddha body be!"

Chen Gou'er swallowed again. Aside from Li Wushou, the Blood Buddha was the most delicious food he had ever tasted, but Chen Gou'er still protested by asking a question.

"Why don't you plant them?"

The old beggar said matter-of-factly:
“I don’t have any flesh and blood seeds. In the past, I planted seeds of incense and vows. These seeds need to be watered by the monks level by level before they can reach the Blood Buddha. But the Blood Bodhisattva is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so only you can come. If you can’t come, Li Wushou can come now. When the time comes…”

"I come!"

Before the old beggar could finish speaking, Chen Gou'er shouted, then grabbed the flesh and blood spirit of the Blood Bodhisattva, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed it.

"Really delicious!"

Chen Gou'er narrowed his eyes, a smile playing at the corners.

The flesh and blood of the Blood Bodhisattva were exceptionally sweet. If only he could eat it every day, Chen Gou'er thought, licking his lips as he gazed at the Blood Bodhisattva.

At this moment, the old beggar suddenly became solemn and bowed to Chen Gou'er.

"Ouch! It hurts me so much!"

Still savoring the moment, Chen Gou'er suddenly yelled and stuck out his buttocks, covering them with both hands.

Li Wushou looked closely and saw that the flesh on Chen Gou'er's left buttock was writhing violently. In no time, a fleshy face with features exactly like the Blood Bodhisattva emerged from the buttock.

Chen Gou'er clutched his buttocks and screamed incessantly. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he jumped up from the window and leaped into the phantom of the Three Immortals Hall. Not long after, he flew back to the second floor with a bulging bag of white bone cicadas and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

After eating three or five white bone cicadas, Chen Gou'er's buttocks glowed red.

The old beggar grabbed Chen Gou'er, pressed him down on the table, and said sternly:
"Don't move, your flesh and features are about to be cooked."

He spoke solemnly, but his hand reached into Chen Gou'er's satchel containing the white bone cicadas, took out two handfuls and stuffed them into his pocket. Then, the old beggar chewed up the other finger that was still in his mouth and swallowed it.

He then took a step back, bowed deeply towards Chen Gou'er's backside, and pleaded:
"Please have mercy, Blood Bodhisattva is a man of hardship. He should return to where he came from. Help him to cultivate diligently, break through his barriers as soon as possible, and meet Blood Buddha."

The moment he finished asking, Chen Gou'er's butt made a loud thud.

The flesh and blood, the facial features, all leaped up.

One by one, they found their place and crawled back onto the kind and benevolent face of the Blood Bodhisattva.

(End of this chapter)