It's time to become an evil god.

But it has another terrifying name: "Da Vinci's Demon".

Just as he was about to turn the Rubik's Cube, he heard a righteous and stern voice rebuking him from afar!

"Buddhism cultivates the mind, Buddhist boxing helps people. Which wicked beast is causing harm here? Step forward!"

As the abbot rode his motorcycle, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, he amplified his voice through the loudspeaker, spreading it to every corner of the street, and shouted curses, "You beast! Today I'll let you experience the profound depth of Mahayana Buddhism!"

The Yamaha motorcycle's rear speaker played the Great Compassion Mantra like a battle hymn, echoing through the streets. Many ghosts who couldn't hide in time were instantly converted and ascended to heaven!

"Do not!!!!"

Watching the ghost that he had bought with his life money vanish rapidly, the half-human, half-ghost monster let out an angry roar, "Who was it?!"

"you are done."

Bai Ge, who had been confused just moments before, suddenly realized what was happening and said coldly, "Buddha has come riding on a ghost fire to take you away, you wicked beast."

Chapter Eighty: Master, I've understood!

The abbot was furious; the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he wanted to grab someone and beat them up.

It was one thing for someone to blow up the Buddha's donation box by stuffing ghost money into it, but he never expected that these demons would actually hide right under the temple's nose and steal the Buddha's incense. He couldn't tolerate this at all. If it weren't for that strange anomaly just now, he wouldn't have even noticed that the dense yin energy had spread all around Linhuai Temple.

That's a dereliction of duty!

This must have been a deliberate act by some deeply hidden figure in Xushi, who even orchestrated an encirclement. It's clear they're trying to exploit the Buddha's influence for personal gain, and this is intolerable!

Monks are compassionate, but if they catch someone doing this, they'll be in deep trouble! They'll be ground to dust on the spot!

At this moment, the abbot's game player ID also appeared above his head.

【Wrathful Vajra - Master Huigen LV8】

At this moment, the motorcycle beneath their feet spewed flames, transforming into a hellish warhorse that roared forward, burning houses and the ground to ashes in its wake. The resentful ghosts within the crimson flames howled and roared in agony.

The entire ghost street was engulfed in raging flames, with fire reaching into the sky.

Bai Ge and Wuxian turned around and saw a guy riding a motorcycle, wearing a cassock, rushing towards them. He then took off his black helmet, turned off the stereo on the back, and got off with a gloomy face. He was completely different from his usual kind and gentle demeanor, looking like a thug in a cassock.

Bai Ge and Boss Wu both involuntarily took a step back, because they could both feel the abbot exuding a strong killing intent. Even the half-human, half-ghost monster in front of them stopped and warily sized up the monk in front of them.

The wind is quite noisy today.

The abbot took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag to calm himself down.

Since I converted to Buddhism thirty years ago, I haven't hit anyone in ages.

The abbot couldn't even clearly remember those days of living on the edge, as if they happened in a past life.

“Collecting protection money on Buddha’s territory, isn’t that a bit inappropriate? By doing this, you’re not only slapping me in the face, but also Buddha in the face.”

The demon had fallen into a state of semi-madness and could only barely maintain the last shred of his sanity.

"who are you?"

The abbot clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, benefactor, I advise you to lay down your butcher's knife and stop being so deluded."

The demon seemed to have lost his last shred of reason, falling into a state of complete madness. Two fleshy growths sprouted from the lower part of his eyes, constantly throbbing and pulsating. As his skin tore and peeled away, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils appeared at the corners of his eyes, his constantly rotating eyeballs scrutinizing everyone in front of him.

"Today, no one will leave alive. You will all die! All of you will die!"

The Heavenly Demon Eye Manual is an outright evil technique. Once cultivated, it devours flesh and blood, chews on souls, and absorbs nourishment to transform into a true human-demon. Under the arrangement of the prophetic school, he has been operating here for many years, and the earth veins and yin energy he has absorbed are enough to breed some terrifying monsters.

The demon sneered indifferently, his thick, yin energy surging and rippling, sweeping across the ruins like invisible waves, instantly shattering the surrounding broken walls and sending debris flying.

Looking at that pained and contorted face, the abbot sighed silently and slowly spoke, using the kindest tone to say the most vicious words, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and monks are compassionate. Since you are unwilling to turn back, then this old monk will have no choice but to beat you to death with my own hands. Please forgive me, benefactor."

Wuxian & Bai Ge & Boss Wu: ? ? ?

The abbot unbuttoned his shirt, revealing muscles that were much stronger than his age, covered with all sorts of knife and gunshot wounds, as if he had experienced some unknown horrors.

Then the abbot reached out and grabbed at the air, and a PKM machine gun appeared in his hand. He aimed it at the monster in front of him and said, "This is a gift from a Slavic Orthodox priest friend of mine. It is said to have the holy blessing of Comrade Joseph, the Russian saint, and is extremely effective in dealing with filthy evil forces. It's a pity that he failed to steal one when he blessed the tanks back then. Otherwise, you would be facing not bullets today, but 125mm fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds."

"Wait, wait a minute."

Even the demon was stunned. Why did this monk not follow martial ethics and actually draw his gun without saying a word?

Without hesitation, the abbot pulled the trigger, unleashing a torrent of bullets. The gunshots exploded like firecrackers, the flames erupting from the muzzle dispelling the surrounding gloom and chill. The bullets, marked with a cross at the base, spun as they hurtled into the vortex of yin energy. The burning, scorching bullets struck the half-human, half-ghost monster's body, instantly tearing through skin and muscle, splattering blood at its chest.

It was like a dense, deafening drumbeat, stirring up ripples.

After firing the last bullet, the gunfire ceased.

The demon, riddled with bullet holes, barely stood up, his face filled with anger and resentment. Due to his injuries, the absorption of Yin energy had slowed down, and the bullet holes were slowly healing.

Seeing that the bullets were ineffective, the abbot threw the PKM machine gun on the ground and turned his neck.

"Since you are still so stubborn, then I will let you experience the profound meaning of Buddhism."

He took out the Vajra Pestle from his inventory and walked towards the demon with an expression neither sad nor happy.

The next instant, a ferocious, angry giant appeared behind him, holding a vajra pestle and wearing a silk sash. With each step he took, the mountains trembled.

[Item: Invincible Body]

[Quality: Rare]

[Characteristic: Able to borrow the power of a Vajra Warrior to uproot mountains and cleave rivers to subdue demons and monsters]

[P.S.: You wait, I'll go back and get the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple to deal with you.]

The abbot stretched out his hand and, with almost no resistance, pierced through the wall with his fingers. With a dull thud, most of the wall was easily lifted by the abbot with one hand, as if he were throwing a discus, and raised high into the air.

Even the demon was dumbfounded, standing still in place.

The abbot's face remained expressionless, neither pleased nor angry. "Benefactor, please stand here and do not move."

As soon as he finished speaking, he smashed the wall made of bluestone bricks down hard on the inhuman monster.

The oppressive feeling, like Mount Tai pressing down, magnified in his eyes. With a loud bang, the demon was directly pressed under the bluestone bricks, his body covered in blood.

After smashing people with a concrete wall, the abbot stretched out his hand and sincerely asked, "Benefactor, are you willing to turn back and come ashore?"

"I'll talk back to your grandma!"

With his formidable regenerative abilities, the demon rose from the ground once more, cursing, "You stinking monk, I'll kill you..."

"You called me a stinky monk?"

The abbot sighed heavily, "It seems you've chosen to continue down the wrong path. Lay down your butcher's knife."

After saying that, the abbot raised his right hand and slapped the other person hard on the top of his head.

With a crack, half of his skull shattered, and his entire forehead shriveled up.

The abbot's face showed sadness. "Benefactor, don't make another mistake."

This time, the abbot directly grabbed the demon by the neck, rendering him unable to move.

He pulled him up from the ground, then quietly bent his knee and delivered a powerful knee strike to the demon's chest. In an instant, the demon's body flew backward, his back slamming solidly into the broken walls and ruins.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall, forming a human-shaped dent. If you stand on the other side of the wall, you can clearly see a large bulge on the inner wall.

Only the body slammed into the wall; the demon's head remained in the abbot's hands, its dying eyes filled with unbelievable terror.

After slaying the demon, the abbot's face was covered in blood. He carefully wiped it with his hand, shook his head and said, "Alas, benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. It seems you can only wait until your next life to reach the shore."

After speaking, the abbot turned around and looked at the three people behind him who were dumbfounded.

Wuxian froze on the spot, not even reacting to the notification sound that the mission had ended.

What just happened was truly... completely unexpected.

The abbot asked in confusion, "Are these people also stubbornly clinging to their delusions?"

"No no no."

Mr. Wu immediately took several hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the abbot's hand, saying sincerely, "Master, I understand, really!"

Chapter 81 Is it really necessary to be this ruthless when beating a King-level player?

After the accumulated yin energy dissipated, the entire ghost street slowly disappeared. When everyone came to their senses, they realized that the eerie mansion was just a crossroads in an old city.

The mansion and the ghost street seemed like nothing more than an illusion.

"It's finally over."

Upon seeing the message that the mission was completed, Wuxian staggered and almost knelt on the ground. He let out a heavy breath and looked anxiously at Master Huigen, the player beside him, fearing that the other party might suddenly make a move.

However, he only glanced at it with a sense of loss, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Aside from the previous wrathful state, it seems the opponent is a lawful good player.

"Wait a minute, something's not right."

However, Bai Ge, who was equipped with the [Eye of Providence] item, saw that the lingering yin energy slowly gathered in the sky, forming a thick black cloud, which looked as gloomy and eerie as the night Old Zhao died tragically while fishing.

Lightning flashes streaked across the thunderclouds, and the dark, swirling cloud moved on its own without wind, beginning to gather towards the urban village.

Bai Ge's heart skipped a beat. After greeting Boss Wu, he ran in that direction, feeling that there were other secrets hidden in that stagnant yin energy.

Following the flow of yin energy into the old town filled with dilapidated houses, one can vaguely feel a chilling and eerie atmosphere permeating this narrow and dirty area. The Eye of Providence seems to be obscured by a misty fog.

"I have a feeling something big is about to happen."

The old town is no different from before; the dilapidated and dirty streets are full of black puddles, and on both sides are stall owners selling vegetables and citizens squatting in front of the vendors to buy vegetables to cook at home.

When Xu Junfang saw the old woman selling fruit at the street corner handing him crumpled coins with her chapped and dirty fingernails, he paused for a moment, then smiled gently and said thank you.

Walking along the old main street, turning into a dark alley, passing by the garbage cans where stray cats roamed, we arrived at the entrance of a small courtyard of a two-story old house.

The building has a gray-brown style reminiscent of the 1960s and 70s. The exterior walls of the first floor are covered with withered ivy branches and leaves, and mottled, fallen cement bricks can be vaguely seen through the cracks. The base of the exterior walls is riddled with cracks, making one wonder if it is a dilapidated building that is no longer habitable.

The lobby on the first floor was lit up. Standing at the door, Xu Junfang could vaguely hear the sound of children reading aloud coming from inside. He paused for a moment, looked around to make sure no one was in the alley, and then pushed open the half-closed door.

"Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing; last night came the sound of wind and rain, I wonder how many flowers have fallen."

Several young children were reciting Tang poems with their teacher. The children were all quite young, sitting in pairs. A middle-aged man was writing a few lines of flowing calligraphy on the blackboard, teaching the children to read the poems carefully, sentence by sentence.

After the children finished reading the text and recited it from memory, the middle-aged man standing on the podium began to explain the math problems.

Xu Junfang stood quietly at the door without saying a word.

After more than ten minutes, the middle-aged man glanced at the timetable, looked tired, waved his hand, and said, "Let's stop here for today."