I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

"Rest assured, I will handle this matter! That monk named Zhichen is doomed!"

Zhong Jiu spoke calmly, yet with a single sentence, he sealed Zhi Chen's fate.

So what if there's no evidence?

Since he doesn't follow the rules, then I, as an official, have no need to follow the rules with him!

The rules can't control him, but I have plenty of ways to take his life!

Zhong Jiu had already made up his mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He turned to look at the Dragon Lord and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

The Dragon Lord's face was full of bitterness, and he said with a wry smile, "What other plans do I have? I'll just find a place to hide and cultivate, and see if I can become a Ghost Immortal."

For a dragon like him, his physical body is his greatest reliance. Without a physical body, cultivating his soul is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

He himself knew that his future was bleak.

If you encounter a powerful cultivator, you might even have your dragon soul captured and turned into a weapon spirit to be used!

"Alright then, considering you were framed, I'll give you a way out, a chance."

After a moment's thought, Zhong Jiu continued, "Mengjiang was originally your stronghold. You went mad before, killing too many Mengjiang aquatic creatures and causing the water to overflow and breach the dam."

"From this day forward, you shall guard the Mengjiang River for thirty years! Ensure its calm and tranquility, the flourishing of aquatic life, and the stability of its dikes. You shall not allow any more destruction of fertile fields or damage to towns!"

"When your thirty-year term is up and your merits are complete, you will have atoned for your past sins. I hereby grant you a position in the underworld, which can be considered a form of redemption!"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King was overjoyed and knelt down on the ground again with a "plop".

"Little Dragon thanks you, sir!"

Thirty years is but a fleeting moment for a cultivator.

Guarding Mengjiang was not difficult for him.

Thirty years later, you will be able to take up a post in the underworld. Even if you are just a lowly soldier, it will be a thousand times better than being a wandering ghost!

With the backing of the underworld, there might be a chance for them to rise above their circumstances!

The once dark road ahead was instantly illuminated!

"Go ahead."

Zhong Jiu waved his hand.

The Dragon King respectfully kowtowed and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Zhong Jiu sighed softly. This arrangement was a small way of making amends to him.

"Honglun Temple, Zhichen..."

Zhong Jiu's lips curled into a cold smile, followed by a sneer.

The following day, Chung Gau left Xingsha City and took a flight straight to Kyoto.

This time, it was his physical body that went to the grave.

He calmly walked out of the security checkpoint, holding his ID card in his hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept across Kyoto, and dozens of mixed auras instantly flooded his senses.

Cultivators, mortals, demons, ghosts...

It's a complete mess, a real hodgepodge!

"Kyoto is indeed a place with many hidden depths."

Chung Kau put on sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked straight toward the Hung Lun Temple's residence with steady steps.

His trip to Kyoto this time was not for sightseeing, nor for exorcising demons, but for one thing.

Kill Zhichen!

As long as this thieving monk is not dead, the anger in his heart will be difficult to quell!

So what if there's no evidence?

I will not use the power of the underworld; I will simply come to him as a cultivator to settle accounts!

He, Zhichen, had no choice but to accept the offer, whether he wanted to or not!

Zhong Jiu didn't want to think about all those complicated things; he just wanted to kill Zhi Chen and vent his anger!

Before long, Zhong Jiu arrived at the gate of Honglun Temple.

Coincidentally, upon arrival, they found more than a dozen monks beating up four practitioners.

Although their attacks were not fatal, each move was vicious, clearly indicating an irreconcilable feud!

"You were the ones who ambushed me here a few days ago and beat me up!"

"You dare to use the same trick again today?!"

"Didn't expect that, did you? We were prepared, just waiting for the four of you to deliver yourselves to our doorstep!"

A handsome monk with red lips and white teeth was hitting and cursing at the same time.

The bruises around his eyes were from those four men who beat him a few days ago!

A few days ago, he went out alone and was ambushed by these four people, who beat him up badly!

He had been planning this for several days, leading his men to ambush them here. Finally, he caught up with them and today was the perfect day to turn the tables and block them!

"The Mysterious Sect has been blocking many of our fellow disciples these past few days; today's action is merely a small act of retaliation!"

"Beat them! Beat them to death! Uncle-Master Zhichen said we must teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

"My Honglun Temple is not a pushover that your Xuanmiao Sect can easily manipulate!"

The feud between these two factions has been brewing for many years.

The young disciples on both sides were hostile to each other from the day they entered the sect, and were irreconcilable enemies.

Now that they have the upper hand, they naturally want to vent all the anger they've been holding in for years!

But just then, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out.

"You just said your martial uncle is Zhichen?"

Zhong Jiu walked over slowly. He heard clearly that the monk had said the name Zhi Chen.

"So what if it is?"

The monk, his face full of impatience and his tone arrogant, shouted, "Get out of my way! Don't delay me!"

But Zhong Jiu grabbed his shoulder with a grip as tight as an iron clamp, making his bones crack, and asked, "Zhi Chen, is he inside?"

"Ouch, that hurts!!"

The monk's face contorted in pain as he hurriedly cried out, "Yes! Uncle-Master Zhichen is meditating inside!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Jiu casually pushed him away and tossed him aside.

The monk quickly got up, pointed at Chung Kau, and shouted angrily.

"Fellow disciples! This guy must be an outside help hired by the Xuanmiao Sect! Quickly, take him down!"

Ok?

An outside helper from the Mysterious Sect?!

A dozen monks glared angrily at Zhong Jiu instantly, and without saying a word, they pounced on him.

"I did not intend to harm anyone."

Zhong Jiu shook his head slightly, his tone indifferent.

He only wanted to kill Zhi Chen and go back as soon as possible, but these people just had to deliberately come looking for death.

He stood motionless until the crowd was almost upon him, then slowly flicked his finger.

An invisible force suddenly erupted, instantly sending more than a dozen monks flying!

More than a dozen monks were sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing hard into the wall. With a "pfft," they all coughed up blood and passed out.

This scene left the Xuanmiao Sect disciples who had been beaten dumbfounded, then filled with glee. They quickly scrambled to their feet, ran to Zhong Jiu, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you so much for your help, senior!"

They also believed that Zhong Jiu was an outsider invited by the Xuanmiao Sect.

The monk who had just shouted knew at a glance that he was no match for them, and he scrambled and stumbled into the Honglun Temple compound.

"Uncle-Master Zhichen! Something terrible has happened! A ruthless person has arrived at the Xuanmiao Sect! My fellow disciples were all knocked out of their mouths with a single move!"

Zhi Chen was meditating and regulating his breathing when he heard this. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"What a shameless sect! They dare to bully the adults in a fight between juniors!"

He let out a long howl that made the air buzz, and his figure flew out of the air, landing at the street corner, his cold eyes fixed on Zhong Jiu.

"You're Zhichen?"

Zhong Jiu looked at him indifferently, as if he were a dead man.

"Enough talk, prepare to die!"

Zhi Chen was inherently violent and had previously intended to attack the juniors of the Xuanmiao Sect, but was stopped by the abbot.

Now that the Xuanmiao Sect has shamelessly bullied the weak, he naturally has no need to hold back. He leaped down and slammed his large palm down!

A massive Buddha handprint suddenly appeared, its golden light dazzling and overwhelming, slamming directly against Zhong Jiu's face!

The four disciples of the Mysterious Sect who were standing nearby were terrified when they saw this and turned around to try to escape the range of the Buddha's Hand Seal.

But Zhi Chen's move was a killing blow. No matter how fast they ran, they felt like turtles in a jar, with no way to escape!

"not good!"

"Senior, save me!"

"Watch out, senior!"

The group was frantic with worry, all turning to Zhong Jiu, placing all their hopes on him.

"The light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon?"

Zhong Jiu sneered, his tone full of disdain, and struck out with his palm in mid-air. A simple and unadorned large handprint came from below and struck the golden Buddha seal directly!

This handprint had no golden light at all, but its texture was clear. As soon as it was used, it shattered the brilliant golden light on the outer layer of the Buddha's handprint!

boom!

When their palms collided, Zhi Chen's Buddha Hand Seal crumbled instantly!

However, the terrifying force did not diminish at all, and the energy rushed straight towards Zhi Chen!

Zhi Chen's pupils shrank sharply, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals. In an instant, a golden bell phantom enveloped him, protecting his entire body.

boom!

Even with the golden bell protecting him, he was still sent flying backward by that tremendous force!

Like a tattered sack, it crashed straight into an abandoned building several hundred meters away.

The reinforced concrete was smashed, creating a hole about ten feet in size. Only after the force dissipated slightly did Zhi Chen get stuck in the wall of the abandoned building, leaving a large "人" (person) mark on it!

This scene completely stunned everyone present!

The four disciples of the Mysterious Sect, in particular, were so shocked that their mouths were agape. They were utterly stunned: Was this senior really an outsider invited by the sect?