Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 511

The Qin family's confidence is simple and unpretentious.

If you can't kill me right away, then you'll basically be the next one to die.

The True Demon's three eyes were fixed on Runsheng. Unlike its previous opponents, it sensed a real threat from this man.

No, the true demon does not consider the other person to be a person. On the contrary, he believes that the other person is the same as himself, a "kind" who has been converted and taken refuge in the same faith.

Runsheng charged toward the true demon and swung his fist again.

Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou felt disgusted and powerless against this kind of opponent, but Runsheng liked this guy very much.

When it comes to fighting, let's not go through all those roundabout ways; let's just fight with our fists!

The true demon responded by raising his fist.

"boom."

They exchanged punches again.

The true demon staggered back more than ten steps, its demonic energy momentarily dissipating like a flame about to go out, but fortunately it quickly reignited.

Runsheng was thrown back to the original position, but this time only his back hit the rock wall, and a crack appeared behind him, but he did not dent like the first time.

After landing, Runsheng continued walking in this direction, making a series of creaking and groaning sounds as his bones and flesh shifted.

Lin Shuyou: "Runsheng, you're that strong now?"

The spirit medium said, "This is normal. After that person gave you all a class to improve yourselves, he became stronger than you. Then, he ate the Emperor's offerings and the flesh and blood of the faceless man, which is equivalent to improving twice."

As for you, you only added a Buddhist evil spirit sacrifice and gained a True Monarch state horizontally, but your absolute strength did not increase.

The gap between you two has widened considerably since the beginning.

I find it strange that someone would worry about me lording it over their children and descendants, yet not at all worried that if Runsheng continues to consume these foods, things might completely spiral out of control.

Lin Shuyou: "Because no matter what Runsheng becomes, he will always remember Brother Xiaoyuan."

Tan Wenbin gave Lin Shuyou a look, and Lin Shuyou understood. The two immediately turned around and rushed towards the platform above.

The demon looked around, trying to stop him, but Runsheng wouldn't let him succeed and charged forward again.

"boom!"

On the third punch, Runsheng deliberately turned to the side, avoiding a head-on collision. This caused him to be struck by the True Demon's fist while he was sideways. However, his fist also hit the True Demon's back. With his other hand, he reached out and pulled Tan Wenbin's rusty sword from the third hand on the True Demon's back.

After landing, Runsheng slid sideways, covering a great distance. During this process, Runsheng flung the rusty sword in his hand backward.

As Tan Wenbin sped upwards, he reached back and the rusty sword landed steadily in his hand.

The demon tried to give chase, but Runsheng stood up again.

He had just disrupted the rhythm, which resulted in additional injury, but he felt it was worth it.

The right arm, which had been struck, hung limply, but after several muffled thuds, the dislocated bones found a proper place to anchor, and the skin and flesh were re-knotted and secured like a rope.

Runsheng regained control of his right arm, raised it again, and clenched his fist. His right arm looked a little shorter than before.

In the past, if he had suffered such an injury, even if he still had the strength, his body would not have been able to continue to bear it. Now, he felt that as long as he had a breath left, he could fight forever.

A person who couldn't even fully understand the "Qin Family's Dragon-Watching Method" managed to create a unique flavor that truly belonged to the Qin family through step-by-step planning.

Runsheng and Zhenmo charged at each other again, their fists clashing once more.

"boom!"

Runsheng took a dozen steps back, while Zhenmo slid backward a long distance.

Fear was evident in all three of the demon's tyrannical and violent eyes.

Cao Buxiu: "The Qin family..."

In the previous generation, there was also a member of the Qin family who faced an attack alone, killed countless peers, and still managed to break out alive, thus diminishing the historical significance of the previous generation's ultimate Dragon King.

Today, the Qin family members, almost identical to each other, still stand on the river, but this time, he does not follow the Qin family tradition of walking the river alone, but instead pays homage to someone else.

The entire martial arts world was talking about how remarkable the young head of the dual-family clan was in terms of his methods and temperament, but very few people noticed that one of the clan head's followers, simply by being placed on the river, was enough to make it insurmountable for most people on the river.

The old man lowered his gaze to the perimeter of the scenic area, then stuck out his tongue and licked the air in front of him.
"Hmm, an array?"

Damn, there are still people on the outer perimeter?

Who said that the Qin Liulong family has declined and has no one left to use except for a few hidden talents? This family is full of talented people!

Escape was out of the question; if he couldn't break through, he would surely die. He couldn't continue watching either, or whoever won would come to kill him. He had to do something.

After Runsheng and Zhenmo finished their next round of combat, Runsheng took three steps back, while Zhenmo was sent flying backward and crashed into the rock wall, causing a large amount of rocks above to collapse.

The true demon roared and emerged from within, at which moment Cao Buxiu appeared behind it.

Cao Buxiu had many tricks up his sleeve, but he was a martial artist.

The old man entered the scene at the perfect moment. He crossed his legs and strangled the demon's neck. With one hand in the shape of an eagle's claw and the other in the shape of a white crane, he stirred up a series of eagle cries and crane calls, and pounded hard on the demon's head.

The true demon's consciousness began to dissipate. It spun around aimlessly, waving its three arms, while Cao Buxiu kept changing his sitting posture, and the true demon's hands could never touch him.

Although there is a suspicion that he took advantage of the chaos after Runsheng and Zhenmo's bloody battle, it must be said that Cao Buxiu's skills are truly remarkable. If Li Zhuiyuan were here to watch the battle, he would recognize that he had integrated artistic conception into martial arts.

"Come on, hit it! We're on the same side!"

Seeing Runsheng standing there without making a move, Cao Buxiu grew anxious. What a great opportunity! He had already restrained this divine general.

Runsheng raised his fist.

In an instant, a chill ran from Cao Buxiu's tailbone straight to his forehead.

"No, can your momentum go even higher?"

Runsheng's fist came, and Cao Buxiu, who had previously shouted to kill it together, was so frightened that he hurriedly broke away from the True Demon.

This time, the True Demon did not exchange punches, but instead raised his arms to block, seemingly in defense, but in reality, he had already secretly accumulated demonic sounds and released them towards Runsheng.

"Roar!"

With the guy who makes me happy not here, no one can stop my maddening voice.

The chains on the true demon trembled, waiting for Runsheng to get close and be affected by the demonic sound before binding and sealing him.

However, Runsheng was unaffected.

"boom!"

The true demon was sent flying backward, and in mid-air, large amounts of flesh and blood fell off his body, landing in a sorry state like a kite on a string.

It struggled to its feet again, its body showing signs of damage, the chains that had bound it loosened.

Cao Buxiu squatted to the side, his face filled with horror. If he hadn't managed to get away in time, the residual force of that punch might have torn his old bones to pieces right here.

Runsheng's black eyes, filled with the aura of death, swept over Cao Buxiu:
"roll."

If it's your own partner, they certainly know how to assist and cooperate with you, but if an outsider interferes at will, it will only disrupt your rhythm.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave, I'll leave."

Cao Buxiu scrambled down the slope, then realized something, immediately turned around, and ran back up.

"I'm going up there to help, we're all in this together!"

The old man was afraid he wouldn't be able to explain himself clearly, so as he passed by Runsheng, Runsheng punched him.

Runsheng ignored him and focused on his opponent, who was already at a disadvantage.

A deep longing welled up inside him, causing him to involuntarily swallow several times.

I can already smell the fragrance; soon, I'll be able to taste it myself.

Runsheng once felt inferior and ashamed of his special fetish and dared not show it in front of Xiaoyuan.

However, Xiao Yuan didn't care. As for Yin Meng, she would even steal the Emperor's offerings for herself to eat.

From then on, Runsheng no longer felt that his quirk was anything shocking, because in his eyes, the world consisted only of these few people.

"boom!"

In the ensuing clash, the arm that the True Demon used to throw punches shattered upon impact with Runsheng.

Now that his opponent had lost the ability to fight back normally, Runsheng was no longer limited to his previous fighting style. When the demon was still struggling to get up again, Runsheng pounced on its back and pressed it to the ground.

Knees pressed against the other person's body, hands gripping the other person's back, spinning, spinning, spinning...

"puff!"

The demon's arm, which had been twisted off by Runsheng, was already impatiently being bitten off by Runsheng, who then began to gnaw on it.

It smells so good...it smells amazing!
The true demon, suffering from both mental and physical despair, let out a shrill scream. As the guardian deity of Qinglong Temple, it never imagined that one day it would be reduced to such a fate as a beast.

"Ouch~owoo~"

Chen Jing lay on the ground, howling like a wolf. He could feel how fierce the fighting was above, and at that moment, he longed to go up and get a share of the spoils.

Even if he can only consume the essence of demonic beasts and the flesh and blood of true demons are useless to him, tasting the flesh and blood of his prey and appreciating its struggle in despair is a wolfish pleasure in itself.

However, for him, the wolf's nature couldn't overshadow his instinct to listen to Brother Yuan.

Without Yuan Ge's instructions, he couldn't rush forward on his own. He could only keep sniffing, as the smell grew stronger and stronger.

Liang Li: "It seems like we're out of the picture. Did we just make a wasted trip?"

Liang Yan: "According to that person's style, as long as they come, they will all receive benefits."

Liang Li nodded. That man was known for his generosity; otherwise, her husband wouldn't have risked his life for him every time. Xu Ming, sitting on the other side, picked his nose. He really enjoyed this kind of job where he could get benefits without taking any risks.

I accidentally picked my nose and it broke, but instead of blood, a long red vine flowed out.

Luo Xiaoyu sat by the fountain, setting up his chessboard.

To save costs, the scenic area operators turned off the fountain long ago, but the location of the fountain is indeed a good one, though it is low to the ground, it overlooks all directions.

Inside the closed shops, a dark green light shone, and blooming black lotus flowers were displayed among them.

Based on this change, Luo Xiaoyu continuously rearranged the positions of the pieces on the chessboard.

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan, with me here, not even a fly can get out."

When Runsheng bites off the neck of the true demon, it signifies that this guardian deity of the temple will be completely destroyed.

Ke Runsheng picked up its head, and hesitated because he couldn't tell the front from the back. The head he was holding quickly rotted, and the remains of the body began to evaporate into black mist, which gathered at the top.

Runsheng stood up, his dark eyes flashing with fury.

At the highest viewing platform, Master Kongji was still sitting in the pavilion, continuously making golden handprints, seemingly unconcerned that Chen Xiyuan could neutralize each of his attacks.

As time went on, even Chen Xiyuan noticed that something was wrong.

"Little brother, he doesn't seem to be taking this game seriously?"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't explain, but instead looked towards A Li.

The battle at Lotus Pond is drawing to a close.

In the realm of feng shui, Wei Suxin is no match for A Li. She tries to wear down the girl, but the girl wears her down instead.

After determining that the old woman was exhausted, Ah Li opened the zipper of her backpack, and a large fish condensed from the blood porcelain bottle.

The fish leaped into the pond and attacked the old woman in close combat, while Ah Li multitasked with suppressing her through feng shui and weather.

"Silence, save me!"

The old woman's calls went unanswered by the man she had once cherished in her youth.

Monks who have entered the Buddhist order would never care about these worldly affairs.

"Silence, save me, I can't hold on any longer, silence..."

With a gentle clench of the girl's left hand, the giant fish's gaping maw swallowed Wei Suxin whole, bringing this confrontation to a complete end.

A smile appeared on the girl's face; she had a lot of fun this time.

For her, it was just as enjoyable as building a snowman on her rooftop.

However, when the big fish shattered and turned back into a blood-stained porcelain bottle, the girl discovered that there were no bloodstains left on the bottle.

In the lotus pond, several more lotus flowers bloomed, quickly turned black, and sank and disappeared. Below, a few more dim lights lit up in the shops.

Master Kongji: "Benefactor, are you familiar with the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda of Qinglong Temple?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I know."

Master Kongji: "The Demon-Suppressing Tower has been suppressing evil spirits for countless years, and has long been tainted by evil energy, making them indistinguishable from one another. However, recently cracks have appeared inside the tower. In order to prevent the tower from collapsing in the future, I have taken this despicable act to collect karmic debts and guide the Black Lotus. All of this is to repair the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

"This humble monk was wrong, but I have no regrets. I am willing to atone for my sins with my own body. I hope that you, benefactor, will consider the plight of all sentient beings and show mercy. Amitabha."

Cao Buxiu's voice came: "Kongji, I considered you a friend, which is why I came down from the mountain with Granny Wei to help you set up this place, but you want to sacrifice us as well. You have such a cruel heart!"

Master Kongji: "You aided and abetted evil because of your personal feelings, and you deserve to be punished for the consequences of your actions."

Cao Buxiu: "Kongji, you old beast!"

Master Kongji looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "Benefactor, I hope you will reconsider."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You wicked monk, you're lying to me."

Master Kongji said, “Your wisdom is extraordinary, so you should know that this humble monk has not spoken falsehoods.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "You wicked monk, are you still trying to deceive me?"

Master Kongji: "As the head of two Dragon King families, how can you forget the name of your ancestors and the responsibilities of your family?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You evil monk, don't tell me you know nothing about the grudges from back then."

Master Kongji: "This humble monk knows, but this humble monk believes that family feuds should be relegated to the background after the calamities of the common people."

Li Zhuiyuan: "But I didn't see any calamity for the common people. I only saw you, this evil monk, poisoning the mortals."

Master Kongji: "Do you know what the consequences will be once the Demon Suppression Tower collapses?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You wicked monk, stop slandering the dignified Qinglong Temple. I believe that if the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda collapses, all the monks of Qinglong Temple will be willing to sacrifice themselves to save the temple from disaster!"

Master Kongji said, “Benefactor, please heed my advice: cultivate great compassion.”

Li Zhuiyuan:
"You didn't try to stop them back then, so what right do you have to try to stop me now?"

The monk Kongji's forehead split open, and golden blood flowed out, covering his entire body. He slowly stood up, and a terrifying pressure swept outwards.

"In that case, this humble monk will take you with me to repair the Demon-Suppressing Tower!"

……

"Have you found the crack in the tower?"

"not yet."

"Then we can only wait for Junior Brother Kongji to retrieve the materials for repairing the tower, and then inject them into the tower body so that it can flow and repair itself."

“Junior Brother Kongji, you have sacrificed too much for the temple.”

“Remember, after this is done, destroy his records, remove him from the register, and list his crimes. We can no longer call him junior brother; we should call him a treacherous demon monk.”

The temple grounds are filled with pagodas, but the one at the north end, pitch black, is the tallest and most majestic.

However, nowadays, the blackness is no longer limited to that black tower, but has spread to a whole area. If it hadn't been contained by the timely deployment of an array, it might have spread several times over.

"Why is it that he can stir up waves of evil spirits without being punished by Heaven, while the evil spirits suppressed by my temple can only become festering sores within the temple? If..."

"Be careful what you say."

"Yes."

Has Yayoi returned?

"That traitor has returned. He volunteered to go inside and search for the location of the crack in the tower."

"The monks who were sent there to search in the previous batches either died or went mad... Oh well, let him go. He was originally a sweeping monk of the Demon Suppression Tower, and he also has the blessing of the River Travel Luck. Maybe he really can find the location of the crack."

“I will send someone to deliver a message to that traitor right away.”

"It would be inappropriate to call him a traitor. Remember, whether we acknowledge it or not, he is the only one still standing on the river in our temple's generation."

The white robe he wore when he went out to walk along the river was removed, and Yayoi changed into the robes of a servant monk, holding the broom that had been with him since childhood. At that time, the broom was two or three times taller than him.

Being a sweeper in the Demon-Suppressing Tower is not a good job. In other halls of the temple, seniority is strictly enforced, but here it is a luxury.

Only the least talented disciples are assigned here, ostensibly to protect the temple, but in reality, they are indifferent to whether the disciples die or go mad.

Yayoi walked into this despairing darkness, and as she walked, she arrived at the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The crack in the pagoda that he had painstakingly searched for inside the temple was now right in front of him.

It wasn't opened specifically for him; rather, this crack was carved by Yayoi himself.

After encountering the boy on the river, he was repeatedly provoked and the boy even brought out his demonic side.

After returning from Fengdu, he used his special relationship with the evil spirits inside the Demon Suppression Tower to carve out this crack, allowing the evil spirits inside the tower to leak out.

He was uneasy, he was fearful, he was confused, and his old ideas and his current unconventional views were constantly struggling in his heart.

After the previous wave subsided, Yayoi felt relieved upon hearing about the terrifying scene the young man had caused at the Chen family in Qiongya.

Instead of getting stuck in the same place, stride forward and leave everything behind.

Yayoi stepped into the crack and arrived at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower.

A series of cold, sinister gazes were cast upon the young monk.

Qinglong Temple does not invest resources in the Demon Suppression Tower. Those who are assigned here are not worthy of such resources. Therefore, the monks here often worship Buddha intermittently and incompletely. Although they are among the top forces in the martial arts world, what they have learned is not even comparable to that of the common people.

Yayoi's Buddhist teachings were taught by the evil spirit in the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. At that time, he was still a child, struggling to sweep the ground with a broom. An evil spirit, about to be worn away by the years, decided to tease him and began to teach this young child Buddhist teachings.

Unexpectedly, the child learned very quickly. From then on, a second, a third, and so on, evil spirits joined in, teaching the child the Dharma as seen through the eyes of these evil spirits.

As a place with a long history, Qinglong Temple has its own set of rigorous and meticulous rules for assessing the talents of its disciples, but those rules have run into problems with Yayoi.

When a virtuous and eminent monk sits on the platform and recites scriptures to the young monks, those with talent will have a glimmer of wisdom appear between their eyebrows. The depth of this glimmer is used to judge their aptitude. Even an ordinary person can experience inner peace and a cleansed mind by listening to the virtuous monk preach the Dharma.

But unfortunately, Yayoi found it very difficult to understand. He could understand Buddhist teachings, but the person explaining them caused him great distress.

When he was banished to the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and listened to the evil spirits inside preaching Buddhism, the pain disappeared, and he listened with great interest.

At this moment, Yayoi stood at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower, looked around, and then put her hands together in prayer.

The next moment, Yayoi's face was half Buddha-like and compassionate, and half demon-like and ferocious.

The evil aura at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower transformed into a tide, actively converging on Yayoi and pouring into his body.

"Yayoi begs all my masters to help me become a Buddha... or a demon!"

(End of this chapter)