The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 353 Killing him would solve everything

thump.

The deep, heavy tolling of the bell was like thunder from the heavens, crashing down with an invisible pressure that sent shivers down one's spine and caused a sharp pain in the chest.

Elder Wanfang froze, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror.

A thick fog appeared before his eyes, obscuring his surroundings. Countless Sanskrit chants, both righteous and malevolent, seemed to rise in his ears from all directions, causing a sharp pain in his eardrums, until he could hear nothing more.

Amidst the chanting of sutras, Elder Wanfang seemed to see the things he had done over the years that violated morality and went against the right path during his cultivation, and his Daoist heart was momentarily thrown into disarray.

What was his original intention when he entered the Taoist path?

For a moment, Elder Wanfang's eyes were filled with confusion. A burning sensation ran through his chest, a warning from his natal magic weapon, the Bagua Jade Seal. His eyes immediately regained their clarity.

not good.

This vixen is bewitching his Daoist heart!

Just as Elder Wanfang took out the jade seal, a bright golden light suddenly shone before his eyes, and a bone knife came crashing down on his head. He quickly summoned the jade seal and chanted a powerful incantation: "Supreme Taiji, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, vanquishing evil!"

The jade seal emitted a brilliant white light as it met the bone knife made of some unknown material.

Boom.

The bone knife and the jade seal collided violently in mid-air, and the golden and white light burst out with dazzling light, like a huge fireball exploding, illuminating the mountain forest and scaring the animals in the distance into screaming and fleeing.

Ding.

The jade seal was cleaved in two by the bone knife, shattering into fragments. Yet the bone knife did not stop its attack, but instead thrust towards Elder Wanfang.

puff.

The bone knife pierced through his shoulder blade, the powerful pressure emanating from it carrying a righteous and scorching aura that burned the bones within his shoulder blade, emitting a burnt smell.

Elder Wanfang was sent flying backward with a scream. He crashed into a tree and slammed down heavily, spitting out several mouthfuls of black blood. His hair turned white inch by inch, and his once rosy complexion turned pale instantly. His face seemed to have lost all its moisture, shrinking and wrinkling.

This is a sign of spiritual energy dissipation and a decline in cultivation level.

Elder Wanfang kept spitting out blood, feeling his spiritual energy rapidly draining away. He was both shocked and frightened. He looked up and saw the thin, pale figure slowly approaching.

"Who, who are you?" Who is she that would choose such a weak woman's body to be resurrected? Does the lady even know what kind of ghost they have gotten themselves into?

Lang Jiuchuan recalled the Jade Bone Talisman Brush, held it in his hand and played with it, saying, "I am a demon!"

"You!" Elder Wanfang felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the arrogant sneer on her lips.

Lang Jiuchuan approached him, looking down at him, and said, "Now tell me, what makes you think I'm possessed by a wandering ghost? What wandering ghost is like me, unable to be driven away even by a magical artifact like this?"

She kicked a fragment of the jade seal with her toe, and it landed in his arms.

Elder Wanfang vomited another mouthful of blood.

Angry!

"Your face is a sign of an early death..."

"I don't like listening to nonsense." Lang Jiuchuan stomped on his shoulder blade, which had been pierced by the talisman pen, causing him to scream in pain again.

Elder Wanfang trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot: "Yin and Yang are in perfect order. You have reversed Yin and Yang, and you are not tolerated by Heaven and Earth..." "Enough with the nonsense!"

Lang Jiuchuan struck his spiritual platform with his talisman brush, and the overwhelming divine power caused his soul to shatter, and his spiritual energy dissipated even faster.

This means he's going to be crippled.

Elder Wanfang was somewhat desperate.

"Amitabha Buddha." A Buddhist chant rang out.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned, turned his head to look, and saw Abbot Xuan Neng walking towards him with his hands clasped together.

“Young benefactor, this is the territory of Huguo Temple. Why not do me a favor and give me face…”

"No way!" Lang Jiuchuan interrupted him without thinking, saying, "Master, you sent people to ask me to spare them before, and I gave you face. What happened? They attacked the people around me. I'm just retaliating in kind."

If the Fang mother and son wanted to take revenge on her and harm her, they could have directly targeted her or the people around her. She couldn't tolerate that. She didn't like the people around her being burdened because of her, and she disliked owing them such favors or bearing such responsibilities.

She disliked these constraints and weaknesses at all.

Thinking of this, her Dao intent surged again, landing on the talisman brush. The pressure intensified, causing Elder Wanfang to suffer excruciating pain in his soul, as if his soul was about to be scattered.

This is murderous intent born from malevolence!
"Amitabha." Abbot Xuan Neng chanted the Buddha's name again, stepped forward, and gently patted Lang Jiuchuan's shoulder, saying, "Everything is due to cause and effect. With such a result, isn't it because you, young benefactor, struck first?"

Lang Jiuchuan blinked: "I didn't."

Abbot Xuan Neng looked at her with a kind and gentle gaze, as if looking at a naughty child, and said, "If you hadn't been playing tricks on that female benefactor, how could you have attracted that benefactor Lu?"

"That's because she's done many evil deeds and is haunted by her own inner demons. What does it have to do with me?" Lang Jiuchuan slyly curled his lips: "Besides, if she hadn't courted death by gossiping and sowing discord, how could she have attracted this nightmare? Master, this is the cause she started."

Master Xuan Neng sighed, "When will this cycle of revenge end?"

"Killing him would solve everything."

Xuan Neng, the host: "..."

That rascal's tone is so sharp it would make even Buddha want to break his vows.

Lang Jiuchuan coldly looked at Elder Wanfang, who was already somewhat delirious, and said, "Master, I did not provoke anyone. They have repeatedly provoked me and tried to kill me. They made the first move. Everything I did was just a counterattack and self-defense. It is in accordance with the law and karma."

The abbot, Xuan Neng, said, “Young benefactor, your heart is pure and your mind is devoted to the Dao. You are an outstanding member of the Xuanmen here. You also have a connection with Buddhism. You can cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism, which shows your spiritual intelligence. Using killing to stop killing only leads to endless cycles of revenge and karmic retribution. If you become bloodthirsty and your violent nature becomes a plague, your heart will be damaged and you will find it difficult to achieve the Great Dao.”

Lang Jiuchuan looked over, his kind eyes filled with reassurance, yet also concealing a hint of worry.

She looked away, her voice icy: "Master, they are the ones who committed evil, they are the ones who are bloodthirsty. They are the ones who forced me to pick up the butcher's knife. I can't just stand still and let them slaughter me when they've all come to kill me, can I?"

Lang Jiuchuan glanced down at Elder Wanfang and said, "I was originally inclined to do good, but they forced me to become a demon, so they can't blame me for stirring up trouble."

She struck hard, and the powerful Dao intent entered Elder Wanfang's spiritual platform, twisting his soul and then pulling it away. His body swayed slightly, and he looked at Abbot Xuanneng with a pale face, saying, "However, on your territory, I will still give you face and not kill him. Master, this is the second time. I am willing to temporarily lay down my butcher's knife in front of you, and I hope there will be no third time."

After she finished speaking, she bowed slightly to him and walked up the mountain.

As Xuan Neng watched her disappearing figure into the mountains, and then looked at Elder Wan Fang, who, although he had survived, had lost all his cultivation and was now like a dazed, mentally challenged child, he sighed deeply.

(End of this chapter)