Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 513

"Snap! Snap."

Dense cracks appeared on the desiccated corpse.

Even more striking than this outward manifestation is his gradually crumbling Buddhist heart.

He was much better than Yayoi back then. After all, he was a high-ranking monk of the Kong generation at Qinglong Temple, and he had seen too many mysteries in his life.

Even so, Li Zhuiyuan's current performance has exceeded his limits of cognition and acceptance.

Master Kongji gave up everything to mend Qinglong Temple, but on the other side, the Bodhisattva, who should have stood on the side of Buddhism, was giving the boy a boost in an almost insane way, just to prevent him from resolving the Qinglong calamity.

Given his high status, he did not have such devout worship of the Bodhisattva. To a certain extent, the existence of the Bodhisattva was already on the taboo edge of the rules of heaven.

However, it cannot be denied that he had a simple expectation of the Bodhisattva. After all, Kongji himself was a martyr who was immersed in his own logic.

The Bodhisattva shattered his moral bottom line through his actions.

If even a Bodhisattva can be manipulated and used, can ordinary people who cultivate Buddhism truly reach that so-called other shore?

If he were younger, he could have continued to seek and verify the answer. However, he had his established beliefs overturned in the last seconds of his life, and that is the real cruelty.

This is why Li Zhuiyuan preserved his mummified body: since you are not afraid of death, then I will destroy your spirit!
To let one's enemy die a quick and painless death is a great disrespect to one's own sense of revenge.

The boy looked up, and at that moment, with the Bodhisattva's full assistance, he was able to completely control the Buddha's face above his head.

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes.

The eyes of the Buddha's face in the sky closed, and the transmission of karmic power ceased.

The countless black lotus flowers in the scenic area stopped burning, as if frozen in time.

Inside Qinglong Temple, the eyeball atop the pagoda is closed, and all is at peace.

The monk Miwu, who had been corrupted by evil energy, stared blankly at the scene, his mouth agape.

Why did it stop?

If it fails like this, wouldn't it be completely pointless for him to be affected?

The repair process for the cracks in the Demon Suppression Tower has come to a halt.

Inside the tower, Yayoi was astonished to find that the power that the masters on the first floor had previously infused into her body was no longer being expelled.

Yayoi didn't know why this was happening, but his right cheek showed a gentle smile that seemed to say "May Buddha have mercy," while his left cheek was completely undisguised, displaying an excited and ferocious expression of hope for a resurgence.

However, this is not the end.

Li Zhuiyuan would not be satisfied with stopping there. He and his companions had all been cleansed by the evil energy, and because they trusted him too much, they had no intention of cutting their losses and running away in time, and were still soaking there.

This trust cannot be betrayed, and besides... the young man has no habit of making a losing deal.

The closed eyes were making final adjustments.

Fortunately, the principle is not complicated, in fact, it is so simple that even Li Zhuiyuan is a little uncomfortable with it.

To honor Master Kongji's sacrifice, Qinglong Temple made meticulous preparations and built the most suitable platform.

The monks even enveloped and isolated the ancestral temple within the temple grounds, fearing that the introduction of evil energy would provoke the spirit of the Dragon King within the ancestral temple to appear and stop them.

This also removed a major obstacle for the boy, opening a door of convenience for him.

Despite being a top-tier martial arts power comparable to the legitimate Dragon King family, they deliberately blindfolded their Dragon King spirit, as if afraid that the thief would hesitate to make a move.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and gently massaged his closed left eye with his fingertips.

The desiccated corpse, its entire body cracked and empty, had its mouth wide open and a large portion of its chin detached.

He sensed what the boy was planning to do next.

But he was powerless to stop it.

His single, wide-open eye was filled with red blood vessels, like a red bead about to burst open.

He didn't understand why the boy would deliberately tear open the Demon Suppression Tower and escalate the catastrophe, which was already a problem since he was trying to stop him from repairing it.

Li Zhuiyuan began:

"I don't understand either. It's one thing for the previous generation of lamplighters from Qinglong Temple to conspire to force my Uncle Qin to leave the river, but they failed. Why did they have to leave that kind of mark on my Uncle Qin?"

Fortunately, the Qin family's mental resilience was stronger than imagined; otherwise, the outcome would have been either Uncle Qin killing Grandma Liu and Aunt Liu, or Grandma Liu tearfully beheading the demon-possessed Uncle Qin.

"It was you who started things by pushing them to the brink of disaster. I'm only at the beginning now."

The boy's left eye slowly opened.

The giant Buddha face in the sky opened its eyes once more.

The top floor of the pagoda at Qinglong Temple has sunken eyeballs.

The pagoda where it was located began to frantically draw Buddhist light from other pagodas around it, and then all of this Buddhist light converged into the eyeball.

It not only stopped emitting karmic energy, but also began to extract Buddhist energy from the temple.

The monk Miwu's mouth, once open, could not be closed again.

Reason told him that he should rush up, close the box, and stop the backflow.

However, emotionally, due to his location, his body began to be permeated by extremely dense Buddhist light, and the terrible karmic power left in his body was gradually neutralized and dissolved, making him feel warm and extremely comfortable.

The monk Miwu swallowed hard. He didn't want this feeling to end. Even if it lasted just a moment longer, he would benefit greatly from it, improving his physique and enhancing his cultivation...

He was also one of the sweeping monks of the Demon Suppression Tower. The reason he was chosen to come up the tower to open the box was because he had no value and was a pawn that could be used at will. Whenever there was such a thing in the temple, they would habitually look for someone from the Demon Suppression Tower area.

"Pfft!"

The monk Miwu "fainted," silently reminding himself that he hadn't just fainted now; he had passed out during the first wave of the karmic force, and he remembered nothing that happened afterward.

Originally, in order to suppress the overflow of the Demon Suppression Tower, Qinglong Temple set up layers of arrays and restrictions, limiting the scope of influence to only a small area within the temple.

However, when the Buddha's light was drawn back, the suppressive power of Qinglong Temple on the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda was reduced.

The cracks in the tower, which had been partially repaired, reopened and worsened.

"Hahahahaha!"

Inside the tower, Yayoi laughed with a mixture of compassion and madness.

The power of the lower-level masters was injected into his body in a more rapid manner than before.

This is not just a turning point, it's far better than the best outcome he had anticipated!
The demonic energy on the left half of Yayoi's body grew increasingly intense, but the increase in his demonic nature did not overwhelm his Buddha-nature; on the contrary, the Buddha-nature was stronger than the demonic one.

This shows that his Buddha-nature is extremely high, beyond imagination. His aptitude is so good that even the eminent monks who gave the Dharma test when he entered the temple could not detect it. In the end, Qinglong Temple assigned him to the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda as a sweeping monk.

Right now, this overwhelming demonic energy is essentially stimulating and tapping into his Buddha-nature. Although it is a serious overdraft, the fact that he can withstand such extravagance is quite terrifying.

Master Kongji was still amazed by Li Zhuiyuan's talent, which made him a potential Buddhist disciple, but in reality, the true Buddhist disciple was already in Qinglong Temple.

They have seen the true Buddha, yet they do not recognize him.

In the past, it wasn't that the monk Yayoi didn't have opportunities to walk around other areas of the temple, being temporarily dispatched to do odd jobs in other areas. However, none of the Buddha statues in the temple, which would be praised by believers in the secular world for their efficacy, showed any interest in Yayoi as he passed by.

They are,
Having seen the true Buddha, one dares not take the Buddha seriously.

Because true Buddhist disciples, whose Buddha-nature is boundless, can transform the temporary gifts and borrowings from Him into their own.

How could the Buddha, who is high above and receives offerings, allow himself to be taken away and plundered in this way?
This Demon-Suppressing Tower, which supposedly suppresses countless demons over the past thousand years, is actually a place where people harbor malicious intentions in their so-called teachings of Buddhism.

Even with just a little bit of nutrients and fertilizer, such dirty and horrific land can still nurture the seeds of Buddhahood.

Yayoi spread her arms wide, her aura rising at an alarming rate:
"If the world will not accept me, I will seek the true Buddha from among the demons!"

Above the scenic area, rich and brilliant Buddhist light poured out from the Buddha's eyes, like a torrential golden rain, quickly dissolving the evil energy of the place.

Below, everyone was bathed in this comfort, and the shadows in their hearts and the decay on their bodies were visibly dissolved at a rapid pace.

Even the desiccated corpse had seen its cracks heal considerably, like a dry sponge reabsorbing moisture, finally allowing it to speak again:

"No, you can't do this! Do you know what you're doing? Stop it! Stop it!"

Seeing that the boy ignored him, the desiccated corpse, relying on the fact that he had recovered a little, forcibly stood up.

Tan Wenbin, holding a rusty sword, struck the mummified corpse on the knee, causing it to kneel down again. He then pressed the rusty sword against its shoulder, stopping the sorcerer from moving.

"We can't do that! It will cause disaster! It will bring about calamity!"

Li Zhuiyuan remained unmoved, letting the golden raindrops fall on his face, enjoying the wonderful feeling of his body and mind being cleansed.

Qinglong Temple sacrificed an elder of the Kong generation, but not only did it fail to obtain the evil power it wanted, it also lost its profound Buddhist light.

The evil energy on everyone disappeared, and the surrounding air became exceptionally fresh.

Runsheng frowned. After washing himself, he felt a strong aversion to the rainwater, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Tan Wenbin was the same way, as if he disliked the bathwater being too clean after taking a shower, feeling it damaged his skin's protective layer.

Runsheng's body was filled with the aura of death, and Tan Wenbin was even more full of resentment. The Buddha's light was incompatible with them, so they had nowhere to hide. Otherwise, they really wanted to avoid the rain.

Ah Li lowered her head, not actively trying to receive the Buddha's light.

The girl knew that she could use the Buddha's light to alleviate or weaken her nightmare, but now that she had emerged from the nightmare, she regarded it as a power she could control. She hoped to have greater ability to help the boy, so naturally she couldn't weaken him.

If he were gone, the world would be nothing more than a bigger nightmare for her.

Lin Shuyou sat cross-legged, activated his True Monarch state, and absorbed the precious Buddhist light.

The spirit medium said, "Spirit medium, inhale more, gulp it down! This is a rare opportunity!"

The White Crane Boy was incredibly excited, wishing he could pick up a leather whip and lash Ayou so he would suck even faster.

Chen Xiyuan opened her own domain, attempting to add a touch of gold to her rainbow-like cloud formations.

Sister Chen reached out to touch it. She hadn't realized that her domain had undergone another new change. She just thought it looked better and imagined that one day, when she unfolded her domain, she could conjure up a beautiful fairy tale world.

The lotus mark between Li Zhuiyuan's brows was faintly reappearing.

In the Zhenjun Temple, the boy, who was the inner demon, and the original body, had respectively absorbed the lotus platform and lotus seeds of the Pudu Zhenjun.

At this moment, under the illumination of Buddha's radiance, new seeds began to sprout from the soil.

Deep within his consciousness, the original being watched as a lotus flower grew in the fishpond before him.

Although it is incredibly small compared to the entire fishpond, it is a new beginning.

Chen Jing's anger subsided, and his wolfish instincts after Yuan Ge's class were suppressed. Once he got back, he would no longer think about losing his temper with Xiao Hei.

"Sigh, it's a pity that Brother Yi didn't come to repair the kiln."

The Liang sisters held hands, using the absolute peace created by the Buddha's light to solidify their newly enhanced tacit understanding.

Xu Ming's nose finally stopped itching.

But he still stuck his finger in and picked at it, deliberately using force to break his nose. This time, instead of a twig, a nosebleed came out.

"Ah~"

Sister Hua lay on the edge of the fountain, her arms outstretched.

She felt comfortable, but she didn't know why.

Sister Hua rubbed her chest with both hands, then raised her legs:
"Xiaoyu, do you think I'm still growing?"

"Sis, it's just psychological."

"Huh? It has no physical effects?"

"I advise you to quickly enter a meditative state, recall your past inner conflicts, and try to resolve them during this time, so that they won't become inner demons that disturb your spiritual progress in the future."

Sister Hua obediently closed her eyes and entered a meditative state.

Luo Xiaoyu held a chess piece between his fingers. Xiao Yuan had once again demonstrated his ability, reversing the situation. He wasn't surprised at all. After all, that person was someone who could make him want to concede defeat a second time. In his mind, the young man was the Dragon King he recognized.

But to Luo Xiaoyu's surprise, he knew that the Buddha's light was precious and could have a psychological effect, but why did the image of a fresh and beautiful long-legged nun appear in his mind when he was bathed in the Buddha's light?

Luo Xiaoyu couldn't help but clench his fist and repeatedly pound his forehead, lamenting inwardly:
"Have I really become this insecure and pathetic?"

As the golden rain continued to fall, the black color of the lotus flowers in the scenic area gradually faded, and after blooming brilliantly, they slowly withered away.

Cao Buxiu, who escaped the scenic area thanks to the talisman given to him by Tan Wenbin and the array opened by Luo Xiaoyu, stopped running, turned around, and looked at the scene in the scenic area in disbelief.

"Snapped!"

Cao Buxiu slapped himself hard and cursed:
"Fool, you idiot!"

I did hesitate before leaving, but in the end I chose to be rational. It would have been better to blindly believe everything I thought was right.

Cao Buxiu ran back with all his might:
"Wait for me, let it rain a little longer, let it rain a little longer, wait for me!"

Cao Buxiu had never run so fast in his life, because he was still entangled in evil energy. He only needed to go in and get soaked in the rain for a while, and he would be able to regain a happy old age.

But fate often plays such cruel jokes. When Cao Buxiu returned to the entrance of the scenic area, before he could even beg Luo Xiaoyu to open the gate and let him in again...

The rain stopped.

Qinglong Temple isn't stupid. When they realize things are spiraling in an inexplicable direction, they will definitely try to stop it as soon as possible and minimize the losses.

Li Zhuiyuan also knew that he could only steal for a while, and it was impossible to steal everything at once.

Even if it's just for a short time, it's enough. It both disgusted Qinglong Temple and benefited himself.

Having collected a sum of revenge interest, they also successfully opened the second chapter of the catalog.

Cao Buxiu knelt down at the entrance of the scenic area, his eyes unfocused.

He knew perfectly well that the boy already had a way to resolve the evil force, which was why he agreed to let him leave.

The boy did it on purpose. In his eyes, he was guilty for helping Kong Ji set up this place, and opening the door to let him escape was the boy's punishment for him.

"Hehehe..."

Cao Buxiu laughed.

"Emptiness, emptiness! You are unworthy of being a high-ranking monk of Qinglong Temple. You are only punishing others. Look at how others are punished!"

Above the scenic area, the Buddha's face disappeared.

Li Zhuiyuan waved his hand, using the power of feng shui to erase the traces, preventing Qinglong Temple from using this "retrospection" to trace back to him.

My next move will inevitably be towards Qinglong Temple or some branch of Qinglong Temple. Before that, let's keep Qinglong Temple a little mysterious.

Having already made a big show of it, it would be inappropriate for him to make another big show of it.

Back in Qiongya, he had already proven his ability to "die together with others," which made the martial arts world extremely wary. If any force were to discover that he intended to "die together with them," it would be tantamount to forcing them to fight to the death.

At that time, neither the taboos of the Heavenly Dao on the river nor the intimidation of evil spirits on the shore will be effective against them. People will be facing annihilation. What is there that cannot be given up?
Before, Grandma Liu was barefoot and could act tough, but now that she's wearing shoes, why would she want to trade her life for yours?
"Pfft!"

Ah Li opened a can of drink, but instead of putting the pills that the boy had placed outside beforehand inside, she inserted a straw and handed it to the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan took it and put the straw in his mouth.

In an instant, the Ming family's extreme retaliation occurred, greatly relieving the boy's fatigue.

It turns out that Ah Li had opened the drink and then placed the pills inside beforehand, so that she could drink it directly after opening, saving a step.

To complete this step, the girl must have created a special environment using the array within the dojo, because the fizz in the drink was not reduced at all.

However, due to time constraints, Ah Li has only managed to complete this one jar so far.

After Li Zhuiyuan finished drinking, he looked at the girl:

"Delicious."

Ah Li smiled.

Although the girl couldn't speak, her mind was almost entirely focused on the boy.

Master Kongji lowered his head. Thanks to the golden rain just now, he was no longer a dried-up corpse; his flesh had become a little fuller.

However, a downpour could not restore him to his peak condition; it merely pulled him back from the brink of death to his last gasp.

"You will be punished by Heaven; the will of Heaven... will never forgive you!"

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, walked to Master Kongji, and said calmly:
"This is the gentlest curse I've ever heard."

Master Kongji: "Heaven has eyes, and the righteous path prospers. You traitor, you are unworthy to be the head of the Dragon King's family!"

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, leaned close to Master Kongji's ear, and whispered:

"Guess why I was able to find you here by such a coincidence?"

Master Kongji was stunned.

"I believe you must have made the necessary arrangements at Qinglong Temple, and you must have been very careful and tried your best to conceal it when you were doing this."

Then why was it so easy for me to stumble upon you, and why did I happen to have the ability to stop you from doing this?

A look of horror appeared in Master Kongji's single eye.

Li Zhuiyuan praised, "As expected of a high monk, he is indeed very knowledgeable."

Master Kongji: "No, that's impossible! You're trying to destroy my Buddhist faith! My Qinglong Temple suppresses evil spirits for the human world, how could it be subject to divine retribution!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't know about that. Moreover, I find it very strange. Look at the Yu family of the Dragon King. Their nest was taken over by a demon beast, and the Heavenly Gang was reversed. They were shut down for sixty years, but the Heavenly Dao was not in a hurry to send down a calamity."

So, what exactly is your Qinglong Temple up to that has angered Heaven and the people without their knowledge?

Master Kongji's body began to crack again. Tonight, his plans were ruined, his Buddhist heart was corrupted, and now even his righteous heart has been shattered.

Under a series of blows, he couldn't hold on any longer, and in an attempt to escape, he began to deliberately end his life. Li Zhuiyuan added:
"However, I think I'll find out soon. I'll contact the current lamplighter of your Qinglong Temple, or rather, what he's called in your temple is probably the traitor, right?"

I have a feeling that this rebel will tell me the answer.

"Crack!"

As Master Kongji's body continued to fall away, wisps of flame shot out, and he burst into flames.

Li Zhuiyuan walked behind Master Kongji, and with a flick of his fingertips, crushed the beverage can in his hand:

"Rest assured and pass away peacefully. Don't worry about being lonely down there. Before long, the entire Qinglong Temple will come down to keep you company."

Master Kongji: "You scoundrel, if I have a next life, I will surely make you..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Who told you you would have an afterlife?"

"Buzz!"

A black and gold robe phantom appeared on the boy's body, and the aura of the young lord of Fengdu emanated from him.

Li Zhuiyuan reached behind him and placed his hand on Master Kongji's head.

Black lines spread downwards from the boy's fingertips, binding the Void Mage like iron chains and forcibly interrupting the mage's passing.

"You...you...what are you going to do?"

"I'll send you to the underworld to see your Bodhisattva."

"Do not!!!"

The black patterns swirled, and a vortex appeared beneath the mage's feet, swallowing his remnant soul.

After doing all this, the boy walked to the lotus pond, squatted down, and splashed water to wash his hands.

"Binbin, go help Luo Xiaoyu with the final cleanup."

"clear."

The Buddha's light withered and killed most of the black lotus flowers here, but a few remnants remained in the gaps. After descending into the desolate hell, they lost control and instinctively tried to escape.

These things will cause trouble if they are left outside, so they must be cleaned up to avoid getting entangled in karma.

Fortunately, Luo Xiaoyu's formation blocked them all.

Chen Jing's wolf nose came in handy, allowing him to search everywhere and find the black lotuses that were trying to infiltrate the formation. Xu Ming used vines as temporary wrappings, while the Liang sisters and Sister Hua followed behind to seal them. After Tan Wenbin and the others joined in, they affixed another talisman to the black lotuses to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Chen Jing sniffed: "It seems like it's gone."

Tan Wenbin sniffed as well: "It's really gone."

Still worried, Chen Jing ran a quick lap around the entire scenic area again.

As one of only two people in the team with a good nose, Tan Wenbin had no choice but to run a lap in the opposite direction as well.

The two thoroughly explored this boring and deserted tourist spot, inside and out.

Afterwards, Tan Wenbin patted his forehead and said helplessly:

"Even if I knew I would have to write a travelogue after the trip when I was in elementary school, I would never have visited the place so carefully."

Lin Shuyou pointed to the pile of packaged black lotus flowers in front of him and asked:
"Brother Bin, what should we do with these?"

Choosing a secluded spot, setting up an array, and detonating it to dissipate is undoubtedly the most suitable option. This thing is simply too troublesome; the slightest carelessness could trigger a disaster.

However, after a moment's hesitation, Tan Wenbin still said:
"Be careful, take them all back and store them in the peach grove."

Let's take it back and store it. Who knows, maybe one day in the future, Brother Yuan will need it.

There was no other way; I was just too afraid of being poor. I couldn't bear to throw anything away, no matter what it was.

Li Zhuiyuan took A Li's hand and walked down from upstairs.

When you arrive, the landscape is covered in snow and deathly still; when you leave, you feel a sense of renewal, warmth, and tranquility. It is truly special in this cold winter.

After being bathed in a great deal of Buddha's light, this scenic spot's fortune has improved, and it is highly likely that it can be "revived".

This Buddhist exchange conference was truly worthwhile. Master Kongji is indeed a great monk; even without payment, he really got things done.

The group carried the black lotus out of the scenic area.

A snowman is kneeling at the entrance of the scenic area.

With a slight tremor, the snow on Cao Buxiu's body fell off, revealing that not only was his forehead dark, but also thick age spots had appeared on his face.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Cao Buxiu grinned and smiled.

"That old beast Kongji is dead?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Cao Buxiu: "Then I, this beast, should die too. I beg you, senior, grant me a quick death."

After saying this, Cao Buxiu kowtowed.

This was a sincere request. When he was entangled in evil forces before, he still had the idea of ​​escaping and prolonging his life before making arrangements for his affairs. However, after experiencing the rise and fall of hope before his eyes, he completely lost his will to live.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You're a martial artist?"

Cao Buxiu: "Before Patriarch Li, this junior dares not call himself a warrior."

This is a perfectly normal statement. In the world of martial arts, who dares to claim that they are ranked before the Qin family?
However, saying this to the boy's face gives a strange feeling, as if it's sarcastic.

The others simply looked away, but Sister Chen puffed out her cheeks and pouted, unable to resist, and simply turned her red lips upside down.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Show me a set of boxing moves."

Cao Buxiu didn't know what Li Zhuiyuan meant, but it was a rare honor to be able to show it to the Dragon King family head before his death.

The old man got up and started practicing his boxing. He didn't use much force, and his movements were slow, but the artistic conception was still conveyed. Tiger, crane, mantis, ape... every interpretation was perfect.

As Luo Xiaoyu looked at the chessboard, he stroked the chessboard tucked under his arm, pondering whether he could integrate it into the relevant formation.

Chen Xiyuan initially didn't think much of it, but as she watched, her hands started moving along with it.

Tan Wenbin lit a cigarette. He could appreciate the extraordinary martial arts aura of the old man, but he wouldn't learn it. His team's positioning wasn't there, and the power of the Blood Ape, which was fueled by resentment, wasn't suited to this kind of sustained artistic conception.

Runsheng's eyelids drooped. He couldn't even be bothered to watch how Uncle Qin fought, because he couldn't learn it.

The spirit medium said, "This old guy's got some skills!"

Lin Shuyou: "Hmm, the movement technique is very captivating."

The boy said, "That person still remembers us. That's wonderful."

After the demonstration, Cao Buxiu stopped punching and adjusted his breathing, looking at Li Zhuiyuan, waiting for his comments.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Indeed, a warrior shouldn't have too many thoughts, or he'll lose his purity."

Cao Buxiu clasped his hands and said, "What Senior Li said is very true, but when I was young, I was in this mountain and I didn't know where I was."

The old man had a great talent for martial arts, but his mind was too cluttered. He wanted to learn and dabble in everything, which delayed his path to becoming a martial artist.

If he could focus on martial arts, even though he is old and frail now, he would still be a formidable opponent that cannot be ignored by those present today.

This has nothing to do with being a rough and unrefined person. Geniuses are often prone to overconfidence, always thinking they are omnipotent. However, they can multitask and end up regretting it later.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is there anyone else in your family?"

Cao Buxiu: "Reporting to senior, I have a hometown, but there is no one there, and I am all alone."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have a way to help you prolong your decent days, but it will only last for a month at most."

Cao Buxiu's eyes revealed hope. What mattered was not time, but dignity. He wanted to live another month like a normal person.

"Thank you so much for your great kindness and virtue, senior. If there is an afterlife..."

"No need to wait for the next life. I need you to spend half a month teaching my two companions the essence of martial arts. As long as you can teach them well, I will not only extend your time for the full month, but also have someone take you back to your hometown to arrange your funeral."

Cao Buxiu: "This junior is willing!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Lin Shuyou".

"exist!"

"Call the teacher."

"teacher."

Although the boy has extensive combat experience, that was in his Yin spirit state. He has not had a long time to truly possess flesh and blood, so it is impossible for him to comprehend the martial arts of a living person. Lin Shuyou is precisely lacking in this aspect.

Ah You, relying on the diligent sacrifices offered by the Zhao clan ghost officials of the underworld, has become increasingly straightforward in his fighting style. If he could learn some artistic conception from Cao Buxiu, it would greatly improve his future.

"Chen Xiyuan".

"teacher."

Sister Chen called out first, obediently.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You can just listen in."

Chen Xiyuan: "Oh, okay."

Miss Chen's problem in this regard is more obvious and more serious than Lin Shuyou's, but Li Zhuiyuan doesn't think he can correct the bad habit that even Chen Pingdao couldn't, but he'll give it a try.

Everyone stood at the entrance of the scenic area, waiting for the bus.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Chen Xiyuan.

"Oh, I understand!"

Miss Chen walked to the opposite side of the road and began to look out.

Soon, an empty truck appeared.

Chen Xiyuan waved excitedly at the truck and shouted to the crowd across the street:
"We're so lucky today!"

……

The cracks in the Demon Suppression Tower could not be repaired, and due to the temporary weakening of the suppressing Buddha light, the cracks became larger, the blackness became denser, and the area covered was also larger.

Dressed as a sweeping monk, Yayoi emerged from the darkness, arrived at the resting area, and put down her broom.

At this moment, another monk was brought in and, without any additional arrangements, was simply placed on the ground.

Yayoi stood beside Migo and looked down at the unconscious young monk.

The monks at the Demon Suppression Tower rarely make friends, because everyone leaves very often.

Making friends indiscriminately can easily lead to heartbreak for yourself and others.

Miwu was an exception. He was very lucky. He almost went insane several times when he was a child and was arrested and locked up in a drug rehabilitation center, but he always managed to recover in the end and was then thrown back here.

For monks of such mediocre talent as them, this is where they can realize their so-called value, which is the greatest significance of their continued permission to remain at Qinglong Temple.

Later, as Yayoi grew up and was able to communicate with the masters in the Demon Suppression Tower, he became capable of protecting Migo. He secretly intervened on several occasions to prevent Migo from going astray. After that, he was able to greet the masters and ask them to take care of Migo when he was not around.

At this moment, Migo, who was "unconscious," twitched his eyelids and quietly opened his eyes a crack. After discovering that it was Yayoi standing in front of him, he opened his eyes wide with relief and sat up.

"Shh!"

Migo made a shushing gesture, then he got up, grabbed Yayoi, and walked to the tool shelf where weeding tools were placed.

Yayoi's hand was grabbed by Yago, who scraped it against the sharp part of the tool.

The first time, there was no crack; the second time, there was also no crack.

Yayoi: "Just bear with it a little longer, Yayoi, I'll put in a little more effort."

Yayoi nodded.

The next time, Yayoi's palm was successfully cut open.

Migo placed his own palm against hers, made a cut, and then grabbed Yayoi's hand, so that their wounds overlapped.

“Yayoi, let me tell you, I’m pretty lucky this time. I left some light in my body. I’ll share some with you. When that happens, our aptitudes will improve, and we’ll have a chance to leave this Demon Suppression Tower and go to other halls to cultivate more profound Buddhist teachings. Hehe.”

Upon hearing this, Yayoi turned her head and looked at the Buddhist pagoda closest to the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

He returned in a hurry and did not know where Migo had been assigned.

"Yayoi, come out!"

A senior monk in charge came looking for them. He was dressed in a neat monk's robe and stood outside the gray line, afraid to get too close and get tainted by the darkness of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Miwu: "No rush, you go first, bandage the wound, and when you come back, I'll make a new incision and squeeze the blood out for you."

Yayoi did not let go.

"Yayoi, come out here right now!"

Yayoi turned her head to look over.

He had already killed countless senior brothers sent out by the temple outside. He couldn't be bothered with these senior brothers because they were too weak and their hearts were not good to eat.

"Yayoi, is it Yago who died inside and you're performing a ritual for him? Your uncle is looking for you, hurry up and come with me..."

In the hazy grayness, a hand reached out and grabbed the senior brother by the neck, silently dragging him into the darkness.

Yayoi was too lazy to kill him, so she simply threw him into the dense, dark part of the Demon Suppression Tower.

The senior brother rolled to the ground, stood up, his face filled with terror, then his eyes showed blankness, and he began to cry and laugh, as if he had gone mad.

In the temple, many people went mad after mistakenly entering the Demon Suppression Tower area. Some monks, feeling good about themselves, deliberately lingered in the Demon Suppression Tower area, wanting to temper their minds.

Miwu, unaware of what had happened, was still urging Misheng to hurry up and leave, so as not to keep his senior brother waiting too long.

Yayoi asked, "Do you want to leave here?"

Migo: "I want to! But... what about you?"

Yayoi: "I have to stay here; I haven't finished sweeping my floor yet."

Migo: "Then I'll stay here with you."

Yayoi: "Okay, then we'll go out together."

After parting ways with Migo, Yayoi walked out of the gray fog and found the steward who had summoned her.

The senior master in charge was still dissatisfied with why the senior brother who delivered the message was so slow. He muttered that he would teach him a lesson when he returned, and then impatiently led Yayoi away.

As they were led upwards layer by layer, the expressions of the monks at each level in the temple responsible for receiving them changed one by one, from contempt to doubt to solemnity to complexity... until, finally, they showed smiles.

When Yayoi was led to an old monk with a white beard, the old monk wore a kind and warm smile:
"You've worked hard to bring honor to the temple outside."

……

Nantong, Baijia Funeral Clothing Store.

Outside the shop, a large number of tables and chairs were set up. They were not from the funeral shop, but from customers of the stir-fry shop next door, which was called "Shuwei".

Bai Nuo sat behind the counter, playing with her pigtails, but her eyes were always on the outside. When she saw a group of customers finish eating and leave, she immediately rushed out, quickly picked up the cigarette box on the table, and smiled happily when she saw that there were still a few cigarettes inside.

There was no other way; my sister limited her daily smoking limit, and I had promised her that I wouldn't steal, rob, or secretly buy cigarettes.

Fortunately, it can be picked up.

With so many diners at the entrance, some are too lazy to take their food, and others leave it on the table. She just picks up these things every day, which is enough for her to comfortably enjoy her cigarettes.

Unfortunately, the store was closed for two days over the weekend to do volunteer work, so there were no rats to collect on those two days.

But she wasn't panicked. She saved all the cigarette butts she had smoked in the first five days, and for the next two days she relied on rummaging through the sack for longer cigarette butts to keep herself going.

Hiding behind a trash can in the corner of the alley, Bai Nuo lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"You, you."

Xue Liangliang, returning from the post office, stopped and peered into the alley, where he saw Bai Nuo.

Bai Nuo asked curiously, "Young Master, I hid so well, how did you find me?"

Xue Liangliang stretched out his finger and pointed upwards.

The person was hiding behind a trash can, but the smoke was rising.

Bai Nuo: "Young master, you're the best. Please don't tell my sister."

The little girl stepped forward, grabbed Xue Liangliang's sleeve and shook it coquettishly, while also flicking off her cigarette ash.

Xue Liangliang affectionately patted Bai Nuo's head. He regarded Bai Nuo as his little sister, even though this little sister was older than his grandmother.

"Hehe, thank you, son-in-law. You're so kind."

After saying that, he immediately took another sip, as if afraid of wasting it by spontaneous combustion.

Suddenly, Bai Nuo sensed a powerful aura emanating from the shop next door.

The little girl shuddered in fright, and the cigarette she was holding fell to the ground, extinguishing itself in the sewage next to the trash can.

"Oh no, my sister found out I was secretly smoking!"

Bai Nuo didn't understand why her sister was so angry this time, and why she was even letting her anger show despite her husband being at home.
"Ok?"

As an ordinary person, Xue Liangliang couldn't sense any aura. Seeing Bai Nuo so frightened, he instinctively assumed something had happened in the shop, so he went out of the alley. Just as he returned to the shop, he saw the elderly Bai family matriarch running out of the inner room in a panic. Upon seeing him, she seemed to have finally found her anchor, and hurriedly rushed over, grabbing his arm and shouting:
"Young master, the Empress is about to give birth! She's about to give birth!"

(End of this chapter)