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Chapter 156 Hidden Treasures
The corpse stood up unsteadily.

Its method of rising was extremely bizarre; it didn't use a single muscle in its body, as if its entire body was being manipulated by invisible threads. It simply transformed from a 'lying down' position to a 'standing' position in a posture that completely defied the body's structure.

—From beginning to end, it made no sound at all.

The corpse, like a weightless ghost, moved with twisted and silent steps in the torrential rain, inching closer and closer to the monk.

However, at this moment, Zhengde was still deep in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything.

The pale arm gradually approached the neck, and the corpse's grotesque smile grew even brighter. He seemed to be able to see his hand piercing his throat bone and then pulling out warm flesh.

But at that moment, a calm voice came.

"Destroy."

The corpse was stunned for a moment, but in that instant, golden light shone brightly!
When they looked again, Zhengde had already turned around, his entire body covered in a radiant glow, making him appear at first glance like the legendary Buddha.

Then.

That hand gripped the corpse's neck with unstoppable force.

“Vajravarahi’s methods of liberation can not only kill people, but also bury demonic seeds in corpses and turn them into puppets after death. My master warned me to pay attention to this many times when he was studying Tantric Buddhism in his early years. I never thought it would come in handy today.”

Zhengde said softly, and before the corpse could react, he gripped it tightly.

Golden flames ignited on the corpse. It opened its mouth as if to scream in agony, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a handful of ashes.

Zhengde withdrew his hand and then murmured a sentence.

"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night"

It's not some kind of magic spell or incantation; it's still a scripture for rebirth in the Pure Land.

Then he turned his head and looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

"Everyone, the ambush has been exposed, so you don't need to pretend anymore."

Upon hearing this, the corpses suddenly grinned, wearing strange smiles, and slowly rose from the ground.

Zhengde suddenly laughed as well.

"Let me see. One, two, three, four, five, a total of five have been transformed? But it seems the caster isn't here either, otherwise the formation wouldn't be so loose."

The monk, who looked like a ghost, took a deep breath, then tore off his mud-covered coat, revealing his body underneath, which was now coated with a layer of gold leaf.

"You all died because of this humble monk, and I have no way to repay you. I never expected that your remains would be desecrated after your deaths. Now, all I can do is let you rest in peace."

But the corpses could no longer understand what he meant. The dead simply glanced at each other, then, with those strange smiles, slowly surrounded him like cats catching mice.

The monk Zhengde looked compassionate, immediately formed a mudra, and began chanting incantations.

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying in Rajagaha, on Mount Gijjhakuta, together with a great assembly of twelve thousand monks."

in a blink.

The great sun that Mangcun had previously witnessed unfolded once more.

Under the scorching sun, even the torrential rain dispersed—then, the Zhengde Dharma Seal changed, and countless fireflies scattered from the radiance, transforming into inextinguishable flames upon contact with the ground.

A corpse was only slightly contaminated, but it burst into flames in an instant and turned into a handful of ashes in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the horde of corpses that began to hesitate, Zhengde smiled and then calmly said.

"Due to the backlash of the blood curse, this humble monk cannot maintain the Heavenly God Path for long. Now it depends on whether you kill this humble monk first or this humble monk delivers you from suffering first—so time is of the essence, you might as well all come at me at once."

The horde of corpses remained silent for a long while, then swarmed forward.
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I don’t know how long it took.

The rain gradually subsided, transforming from a fierce gale into a gentle drizzle. As the rain lessened, the sounds of battle raging between the temples also gradually subsided.

—The dilapidated hall was covered in dust.

At this moment, Zhengde was panting heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.

The dazzling golden light gradually faded, and what was finally revealed was only a emaciated body.

Although the enemy was completely wiped out, he couldn't say he was at ease.

However, looking at the dust swirling in the air, he still grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but in the end, he only revealed a ferocious and extremely terrifying expression.

—The white bones on his face began to spread again, and the remaining flesh was making a burning sound. Now, it seemed that his entire being was about to transform into the Dharma form of the Lord of the charnel ground.

Realizing that something was wrong with his condition, Zhengde didn't bother to rest. He laboriously sat down cross-legged and began to silently recite the Heart Sutra.

"Furthermore, Subhuti! A Bodhisattva should practice giving without attachment to anything, that is, giving without attachment to form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or mental objects."

After reciting the entire Diamond Sutra, the erosion of the Dharma image gradually stopped. However, in this short time, another piece of the remaining flesh and blood was gone. Now, the pale bones occupied most of the face, and with those bloodshot eyes, it was more like a ghost that could devour anyone at any moment than a human.

But Zhengde did not show any despair. After barely stopping the erosion of the Dharma image, he first struggled to get up, gasped for breath, and then raised his increasingly tired body to gather the corpses and dust together, and recited the Rebirth Sutra for them again.

Finally, he channeled his remaining magic power and ignited a golden flame, watching as these unjustly killed people burned to ashes in the flames.

With his hands clasped together in prayer, Zhengde picked up his tattered outer robe and immediately prepared to leave the place.

—Although no esoteric practitioners were seen from beginning to end, no one knew when they would return to the battlefield. In their current state, they would eventually be caught red-handed.

Even though we haven't achieved our goal, it's best to leave now.

But right now.

Suddenly, a bell rang at my waist.

Zhengde was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was the token that the Zhenxie Division had given him before. They said that this thing would allow the other party to recognize his identity, but why was it suddenly like this now?
Zhengde's expression turned solemn.

Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he carefully untied the wind chimes and held them high.

The wind chimes moved silently on their own, emitting a clear, crisp sound.

Zhengde took a step to the left.

The ringtone was a little weak.

He took two more steps to the right.

The ringtone suddenly became louder.

At this point, Zhengde also realized that the sound of the bell was guiding him in the right direction!

—Could it be that the Evil Suppression Division has a backup plan?
Suppressing his excitement, Zhengde followed the sound of the bell and groped his way forward, eventually stopping in a corner buried under rubble.

There seemed to be nothing wrong here; it was just like the surrounding area, overgrown with weeds and covered in moss. But the bell suddenly stopped ringing.

Zhengde took a deep breath and used the last of his strength to move the rubble away little by little.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the moonlight shone down once more.

Only one bald man was sweating profusely in the silent temple.

Before long, as the last stone was moved, a cellar door appeared before him.

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