Across the web, immortals and true beings, their thoughts and energy creating the heavens.

Chapter 110 The fighting spirit endures, the lingering ghost haunts the body.

"Senior brother, does your wound still hurt?"

"It's nothing special."

When camping at night, horses need time to rest, but Lin Zhuo and Shu Yuliu, the two martial artists, don't need sleep. They gathered around a small campfire. Lin Zhuo was resting with his eyes closed. Shu Yuliu sat opposite him, setting out a simple tea set, preparing to brew tea.

An iron kettle was placed on the fire.

White steam billowed out of the kettle, turning into a hazy mist in the early winter night sky. People were always blurry through the mist. Shu Yuliu noticed that Lin Zhuo's stubble-covered face looked a bit like a dried corpse unearthed from an ancient tomb. Actually, the situation wasn't that serious, but he was indeed noticeably thinner than yesterday.

The lingering Black Prison Wind within his body acted like a parasite stealing his nutrients, making him increasingly withered and emaciated.

The injuries caused by the invasion of magical power are beyond the help of ordinary doctors and medicines.

The best and simplest way is to use powerful true energy to dispel external evil influences.

If Lin Zhuo were already a Grandmaster, he could try to save himself. But he cannot directly upgrade to the Lv5 Grandmaster realm now, otherwise the Black Prison Wind remaining in his body might combine with his Qi and then surge into his Qi Sea, thus polluting his life essence and leaving more serious hidden dangers.

In a helpless situation, one can only rely on one's own physical constitution to gradually eliminate the residual foreign essence in the wound through metabolism. Essentially, it relies on vitality to continuously generate new tissue cells to replace the dead ones.

Lin Zhuo's innate talent should have already healed his injuries.

However, if the invading true essence retains the spirit and will of a martial artist, it will be very stubborn. After all, true essence is a combination of mental energy and the primordial energy of heaven and earth. The ethereal mental energy becomes quite stable when it gets a solid foundation of primordial energy, and can carry the thoughts of a martial artist for a long time.

Even though Zan Fengli was dead, the fierce fighting spirit he displayed in his dying attack had not yet faded. His true essence was still imbued with the lingering echo of divine will, bringing Lin Zhuo a long period of torment.

Lin Zhuo must remain vigilant and rational at all times, because he occasionally experiences hallucinations, seeing scenes that shouldn't be there, hearing sounds that shouldn't be heard, smelling strange odors, and his tongue inexplicably tasting various flavors.

Rumors circulate in the martial arts world that some grandmasters, after engaging in battle with their opponents, would become extremely irritable and easily angered for a period of time, to the point that they would suddenly turn on those around them.

For example, fourteen years ago, the powerful Tianyang Sect, a renowned martial arts school, had a highly respected former master known as "Fist Across Rivers and Lakes." He fought a fierce battle against a powerful evil cultivator who ranked ninth on the Black List that year, narrowly escaping death. After returning home and recuperating for several years, all was peaceful until one evening at a banquet. A child in the family caught a dragonfly and put it in his face. Somehow, this triggered his murderous intent. Perhaps he mistook the dragonfly for a hidden weapon, but in any case, he unleashed a deadly move on the spot, shattering the entire banquet hall. The result was, of course, utterly tragic.

Such tragedies spread throughout the martial arts world, and those who were unaware of the facts offered various explanations, which gradually morphed into a different story. The world came to believe that this proved that grandmasters had honed their martial arts to the very core, so that their bodies would spontaneously retaliate whenever a threat approached.

What was originally a tragic event has been replaced by the general public's praise for the strong, and this expression even carries a hint of schadenfreude and regret. This makes the grandmasters feel even more deeply affected.

Shu Yuliu, out of caution, did not approach Lin Zhuo. He tried to soothe Lin Zhuo's mind with music and dance as much as possible, and brewed tea for Lin Zhuo whenever he had free time, forbidding him from drinking alcohol. This journey was like escorting dangerous explosives; as long as they could reach their senior brother's side, it would be considered a success.

"Second Brother Pig, do you feel like a gas cylinder about to explode?"

"no."

"Second Brother, what terrible thoughts are going through your mind right now?"

"Like sewing your little mouth shut?"

"Ugh! Terrifying!" Shu Yuliu covered her lips with both hands in horror and turned her head away, as if she were afraid that Lin Zhuo would take away her precious treasure.

"Don't worry, I don't have that thought." Lin Zhuo opened his eyes, grinned, and said, "It's nice to listen to you talk. Much more comfortable than listening to that deadbeat Zan Fenglicheng ramble on."

"Is he still bothering you?"

"The essence of his life's beliefs and martial arts techniques is indeed quite substantial. The true energy in the wound is like a compressed file that keeps leaking data, with strange fragments of his life constantly entering his mind and confusing with my memories, causing hallucinations. Fortunately, it's not hard to distinguish between the real and the fake."

"It sounds like being possessed. Is there any benefit to this? Doesn't it sound like the old man in a fantasy novel?"

"It's true that it can drive people to the brink of schizophrenia; when memories become confused, they won't be able to remember who they are. However, if we can survive this ordeal, we can learn some martial arts wisdom from the confrontation. Zanfeng Licheng has practiced quite a few evil techniques, and that's my weakness."

"The evil arts of their demonic sect are disgusting, senior brother, don't go astray."

"Hmm. I really can't watch too much of this kind of evil magic. It makes me want to kill these bastards even more. There are no pigs or dogs to kill in this desolate wilderness, and it's hard to satisfy my itch."

"Just don't hurt your lovely and kind junior sister!"

After chatting and laughing for a while, the water boiled and the tea was ready. Shu Yuliu handed a cup of hot tea to Lin Zhuo, who nodded his thanks.

Now that everyone has more money, she and Jin Xiaohu have each bought storage items, which makes their journey much more convenient. They can take out all kinds of supplies at any time. Just like now, the two of them are sharing the pastries made by Shu Yuliu. They learned these recipes from Jianghu cookbooks. Their skills may not be the best, but the production process is very standard and the taste is not bad.

"It's delicious." Zanfeng Licheng suddenly spoke. Lin Zhuo looked in the direction of the voice and saw a skeleton dressed in the robes of a Dharma King sitting cross-legged by the fire. It was holding the same pastry in its hand and chewing it with its pale teeth inside the skull. Crunching sounds were heard as crunching crunches of pastry kept falling out of the gaps in the bones.

Lin Zhuo was already used to it and replied in his heart, "This is just a very ordinary pastry. You must have eaten much better ones."

"The best food is reserved for special occasions." Zanfeng Licheng carefully picked up the crumbs of pastry that had fallen on his body, but these crumbs had turned into ants, crawling and scurrying across his skeletal body. "I usually eat tsampa."

"Is there anything special about Dharma King's Tsampa?" Lin Zhuo remembered that he had a recipe book in his backpack, which was for making Dharma King's Tsampa.

"The barley used is cleaner, without any dust or dirt, and there is a little more ghee used, making it oily and easier to swallow."

"So you're still a diligent, frugal, and benevolent Tibetan monk. Give you a few more decades, and maybe you can really turn the demonic sect into a righteous one."

"You know, no matter what kind of food it is, I'm in so much pain that I have no appetite to eat much. Cake was what I ate most often before I became the Venerable One, and it's the only thing I can imagine tasting after I became the Venerable One. Now, through your mouth, I can taste such earthly flavors, which is truly a wonderful thing."

"While you're still alive, you should experience more of the world's wonders."

"I am now just a ghostly remnant. What difference does it make whether I experience it or not? All my achievements have turned to dust and smoke. I made a grand vow to transform demons into Buddhas and to correct evil, but the Holy Sect has already been destroyed by you, so this matter is out of the question."

"Since you're already disheartened, why do you still cling to the past and refuse to let go?"

"My blade is now wielded with murderous intent; I cannot be freed until I watch you die."

"You're acting recklessly and namelessly. Your spiritual realm should have regressed, otherwise you would suffer a backlash from your true energy and be unable to unleash a desperate attack. You're lying to me." Lin Zhuo didn't believe it. When Zan Fengli killed someone, he had no intention of killing at all. As his opponent, he knew this best.

"No matter what, I can only pester you for now." Zanfeng Licheng showed no shame at being exposed. This Tibetan monk was just that kind of shameless person, the same in life and in death.

"I only need to tolerate you for a few more days." Lin Zhuo is currently unable to use the Divine Vein Possession technique, lest the demonic energy harm his mount. Therefore, he usually uses the Divine Speed ​​Armor Talisman to speed up his journey from the Holy Mountain to Shuanghe Prefecture, which takes a maximum of six days.

"Actually, it's not impossible to make the deceased no longer an eyesore." Zanfeng bowed with his hands clasped together. "Benefactor Lin, Rinpoche, you surely won't refuse a challenge from a deceased person."

"Don't call me Rinpoche. It's annoying."

"Benefactor Lin, your enlightenment is unimpeded and your meditation is profound. You naturally deserve to be called a treasure. It is only right to call you Rinpoche."

Since you don't like it, I won't mention it again.

"Then tell me, what will it take for you to obediently die?"

"I wish to liberate demons and attain Buddhahood, and to deliver them from the sea of ​​suffering. Since you have received my divine will, you must naturally complete this unfinished task for me."

"Don't make any requests that will disgust me."

"Ha. I am the demon among demons, while Benefactor Lin should be the true Ksitigarbha, with a heart to transcend hell. As long as you can make me let go of my obsession and liberate me, I will naturally stop bothering you, and that will end it all."

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Lin Zhuo sighed, pinching his brow. "What real Ksitigarbha, fake Bodhisattva? I didn't use these mystical things to gild my own image. It reeks of superstition fooling the people."

"You're too attached to appearances, benefactor." Zanfeng finished his greetings, still with his palms together, and said with a smile, "How about I put it another way? You have to make me feel that dying at your hands would be worthwhile. Then I'll have no regrets."

"Fool, I killed you because you deserved to die. You should realize you deserve to die first. If you really want to dream of becoming a Buddha by saving the demons, you'll have to personally wipe out the demonic sect, change your ways, and completely sever ties with the past. Otherwise, once you're dead, these pigs and dogs will only become more arrogant and rampant, relying on the empire you built."

Zanfeng Licheng calmly formed a teaching mudra, saying, "Since that's the case, then prove it to the Venerable One."

"I'm too lazy to say more." Lin Zhuo looked away and drank the tea in his bowl.

He took out the Enlightenment Chart from his backpack and prepared to practice.

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