Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 626 The part about impersonating Buddha

The original site of Lanruo Temple.

The members of the Zhongzhou Team, Yan Chixia, the Black Mountain Demon, and Pudu Cihang.

The humans and the two demons stared at each other, realizing that they had just seen something beyond their comprehension.

It seems like both sides have powerful backers? And then those backers just got into a big fight, and finally compromised?

Is that true?
Fang Yu frowned and scratched his back. At that moment, he really wanted to ask the Journey to the West Fang Yu to ask Lao Jun what kind of thing he had put on him.
However, Fang Yu dared not even imagine just how powerful Laozi's true form must be to make even the main god compromise.

On the desolate plains where the blood moon had faded, the Black Mountain Demon's palanquin appeared and disappeared in the morning mist.

Xiaoqian's sobs leaked through the gap in the sedan curtain, but she still said, "Young Master Fang, let's go. Xiaoqian isn't worth it."

Fang Yu was not one to back down from trouble. Even though everything that had just happened was too astonishing, he still rushed forward.

"Take another half step!" The Black Mountain Demon's withered claws gripped Xiaoqian's neck as he thrust out, "I will crush this lowly servant's soul!"

"Young Master Fang," Xiaoqian's toes dangled precariously outside the sedan chair threshold, swaying precariously. "Don't worry about it."

"Shut up!" The Black Mountain Demon's claws suddenly pierced Xiaoqian's throat. "Say another word, and I'll make sure your soul is annihilated!"

Fang Yu stood still without making a move, and said in an extremely calm voice, "If you dare, I will overturn your underworld."

"Get lost." He suddenly released the hilt of his sword, and the lightning bolts that struck the ground illuminated his cold smile. "Before I change my mind."

The palanquin instantly transformed into a burst of black mist, and amidst the swirling paper money, came the shrill cry of the Black Mountain Demon: "The wedding will take place at midnight!"

On the other side, Pudu Cihang's monk's robe collapsed like a cicada's molt, and the centipede with its hundred legs, more than ten feet long, flashed out from under the robe and disappeared into the crack in the ground.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth!" Yan Chixia's incantation was a step too late; the yellow paper ignited with a ghostly blue flame the instant it touched the crack in the ground. The old Taoist stared at the writhing centipede slime in the embers, his beard covered in sweat: "This demonic monk has actually cultivated the dual nature of human and demon."

The sky turned white.

The members of the Central Continent Team felt as if they had survived a disaster.

At this moment, their minds were filled with thoughts of the rest room in the reincarnation space.

The world of A Chinese Ghost Story is too terrifying!

Fang Yu could tell from their expressions that they were quite frightened.

Even a cold-blooded killer like Zhao Yingkong felt his own insignificance at this moment.

"Sorry, it seems the main god is targeting me again. But I think I have a helper now, and we've reached an agreement. The bosses are still the same two bosses, but Xiaoqian has been taken hostage. It seems this is a way of coercing us into fighting the Black Mountain Demon."

"Of course, whether Xiaoqian is kidnapped or not, I still want to get the side quests for Black Mountain Demon and Pudu Cihang."

"Captain," Zheng Zha swallowed, "how many reward points did you spend to get that Laozi behind you?"

It was a free gift with a phone top-up.

The sun was high in the sky when the Zhongzhou team sat around a square table in the corner of the inn, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it.

Zhan Lanqing's white fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, making a tapping sound.

"So," Zheng Zha stared at the swirling liquid in his glass, "we're going to storm into the underworld tonight?"

Fang Yu was stuffing his fifth meat bun into his mouth when he heard this and mumbled a reply, "Hmm."

Suddenly, the inn's door was blown open by a strong gust of wind!

A figure flew in from outside the door headfirst, did a somersault in mid-air, and landed steadily in front of the counter.

This was a young man wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with a bulging bundle slung across his back and a peach wood sword at his waist.

"Shopkeeper! Bring me a pot of tea." The Taoist priest stopped mid-sentence, suddenly sniffed, and abruptly turned to look at the Central Continent team's table. "Such a strong demonic aura!" His gaze swept over everyone, and when he saw Zhan Lan, he suddenly drew his sword. "What a zombie!"

"Wait!" Yan Chixia quickly grabbed his wrist. "Who is this young lady?"

Zhi Qiu Yi Ye had already formed a sword incantation, and golden light emanated from the peach wood sword: "Humans and ghosts are different! How dare you dine at the same table as female zombies?"

Fang Yu slowly swallowed the last bite of his steamed bun, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Ten thousand taels of gold!"

"What?" Zhi Qiu Yi Ye's sword technique froze in mid-air.

"Help me exorcise the demon." Fang Yu pulled out a heavy bundle from somewhere, lifted a corner, and the golden light dazzled the Taoist's eyes. "Deposit."

Zhi Qiu Yi Ye's Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "This...this..."

"Not enough?" Fang Yu pulled out another bundle of the same size.

"Amitabha!" The Taoist priest snatched the bundle. "Exorcising demons and monsters is our duty!" He glanced at Zhan Lan. "Of course... special cases require special treatment."

Upon seeing the demeanor of his fellow cultivator, Yan Chixia couldn't help but sigh, "We are both cultivators; money is merely an external thing. What you're doing..."

Zhi Qiu Yi Ye then looked at Yan Chi Xia and asked, "Who is this big bearded man?"

"Yan Chixia".

"Ah! Yan Chixia! You are my idol! No, I am yours... Oh dear! What are you doing here?"

Yan Chixia didn't answer Zhi Qiu Yiye's question, but pointed at the gold and asked, "What do you need money for?"

Zhi Qiu Yi Ye pulled out an abacus. "Eating costs money, lodging costs money, buying yellow paper costs money, buying a rooster to bleed and catch demons costs money. This is money, that is money. If I don't want money, how can I save the world?"

Just then, the inn's door was kicked open again!

A group of soldiers filed in, the man at the head of the group dressed in official robes with a long sword at his waist.

He glanced around the lobby, his gaze lingering for a moment on Zhi Qiu Yi Ye's Taoist robe and Yan Chi Xia's appearance, before saying to the waiter, "Clear the place. We're escorting a wanted criminal, so we need the entire inn."

The waiter smiled ingratiatingly, "Sir, these gentlemen have been staying here for two days. It's not very convenient."

"I'm speaking to you to inform you, not to discuss it!"

Zuo Qianhu raised his hand to stop him: "If that's the case," his gaze swept over everyone, and when he saw Fang Yu, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, "at least six adjacent superior rooms are needed."

"Of course, of course!" The waiter felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly led the soldiers upstairs.

As he passed Fang Yu, Commander Zuo suddenly stopped: "Who are you all?"

Fang Yu broke open the sixth bun without looking up: "For ginseng digging."

Left Commander's thumb unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword. His gaze lingered for a moment on the Thunder God Sword at Fang Yu's waist before he simply nodded and said, "It's windy at night, be careful not to catch a cold." After saying that, he led his men upstairs.

Once the soldiers' footsteps had faded into the distance, Sepi lowered his voice and said, "That man is Commander Zuo! He's probably escorting..."

“Fu Tianchou,” Zheng Zha interjected, “Now, apart from Liang Chaowei’s Ten Directions Monk and Zen Master Baiyun, everyone is here.”

While eating peanuts, Zhi Qiu Yi Ye came over and asked, "What did you say? Monk Shi Fang? You know him? Oh, right!"

He suddenly slapped his forehead, "I also promised him I'd find his master! Great! Now we can do it all at once! Double the money, hahaha!"

Zhao Yingkong, unusually, pulled Fang Yu aside and whispered, "That Baiyun Zen Master's golden Buddha is a treasure. It directly gilded the mortal monk Shifang, transforming him into a golden Buddha."

At this point, no further explanation was needed; Fang Yu naturally understood what Zhao Yingkong meant.

He chuckled. "Looks like I'm getting further and further down the path of impersonating Buddha. Well, then I have no choice."

(End of this chapter)