Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 184 Master Jingkong

The cave was filled with a damp, rancid smell mixed with the stench of feces and urine. Bai Qiliao sat on the ground, two wooden barrels in front of him, one for water and the other for rice. The water barrel was dry, without a drop of water, and there was not much rice left in the rice barrel. The rice inside had already gone bad, and there were even faint traces of maggots wriggling around.

He was barely breathing, each breath a weak, labored sound like pumping a broken bellows. His unkempt white hair was scattered wildly, tangled like dry grass, a few strands clinging to his face, which was covered in dirt and blood. He looked up at Lin Duanyun, his throat cracking and weak, "Water...water..."

Lin Duanyun opened the water bag around his waist and threw it on the ground, and the water inside flowed out.

Bai Qiliao quickly dropped to the ground and reached out to pick up the water bag, but his body was pierced by the chains, making movement difficult. However, his eyes were filled with a desire for water. He ignored the severe pain in his body and finally picked up the water bag, but only half of it was left.

Lin Duanyun looked at Bai Qiliao and said coldly, "Look at you, you're like a dog!"

Bai Qiliao drank all the water in the water bag in one breath, and then he regained some energy. He looked at Lin Duanyun and said, "You... kill me!"

Lin Duanyun smiled contemptuously and said, "I will kill you, but not now. Not only will I not kill you now, I will also come to see you often and tell you everything I do. Didn't you say that Zombie Kung Fu is an evil skill? Didn't you say that Zombie Kung Fu should not exist in the world? I want you to see that not only will I practice Zombie Kung Fu to perfection, I will also become the leader of the martial arts world admired by everyone. No one will question me, no one can question me.

Evil skills, why is the Ice Soul Golden Body evil? It's just the death of a few untouchables, what's the big deal? I became the leader of the martial arts world, I became the best in the world, I can benefit countless people, so what if I sucked a little blood? I will kill all the evil demons and heretics, I will save ten thousand, a hundred thousand, countless people. I saved so many people, so what if I sucked a little blood? Isn't it their responsibility to offer me sacrifices?

Why, why did you want to kill my father back then? Didn't he save enough people? He saved so many people, protected so many people, what's wrong with him killing a few people and sucking their blood? Is that an unforgivable crime? But you ordered someone to kill him, you really deserve to die, my father treated you well back then!"

Bai Qiliao sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and whispered, "If we don't share the same ideals, we can't work together."

"Bullshit," Lin Duanyun said, "You are a hypocrite. You are just jealous of my father's reputation as the best in the martial arts world. With him around, you will never be able to get ahead. He is almost there. He is just one step away from achieving the golden body. At that time, he won't need to suck blood. He is almost there!

"Have you ever considered that if he succeeded, wouldn't those who died have done so for nothing? Their deaths were truly worthy. They established a supreme being, a martial arts master. From then on, not just Mobei, but Qingzhou, the entire Qian Kingdom, the entire world would be freed from the demons of the Taoist priest. This would be a blessing for the martial arts world, for the world. What's wrong with a few deaths? They died for a good cause, but you, for your own selfish reasons, destroyed everything!"

Bai Qiliao still had his eyes closed, muttering to himself, "If we don't share the same ideals, we can't work together..."

Lin Duanyun sneered, "But it doesn't matter. I will complete what my father failed to accomplish. Back then, I will not let any of you who participated in persecuting my father go. Besides you, there are only three left now. They will all die, and I will send their families to reunite with them. Don't worry, after you die, I will also send your sons and grandsons to reunite with you. I won't let you be alone."

Bai Qiliu still had his eyes closed.

Lin Duanyun didn't care whether Bai Qiliu would respond to her or not, and continued to talk to herself, "If only my father hadn't been so impatient back then, it would have been better. He would have secretly supported a puppet like me, a mere half-finished silver-armored zombie and a few bronze-armored zombies, to completely hide my identity. No one would ever suspect me. Even if I continued to suck blood and kill people later, the world would only say that it was the zombie remnants left by Ke Wenshui who were causing trouble.

Alas, it's a pity that the Mobei Six Gates arrived a little too early. If they had come a little later, I wouldn't have reached the peak of my Golden Body. But it doesn't matter now. No one will suspect me now, and I have plenty of time to slowly ascend. Oh, and by the way, that Diamond Iron Shirt you created is incredibly useful. From now on, it will perfectly conceal my invulnerability to swords and guns, and my immunity to water and fire. No one will suspect I've practiced Zombie Kung Fu, and I can suck the blood of anyone I want!"

Bai Qiliao sighed and said softly, "Those who do too much evil will eventually perish."

"Haha, what a joke," Lin Duanyun said, "When my golden body is fully developed, who in this world do you think can kill me? Well, this time when I went down the mountain, I met a master who was terrifyingly strong.

You may not have heard of him, but he's one of the Ten Great Masters of Qian Nation, who was promoted in recent months. He's known as the Yunzhou Hero, and his name is Gu Mo. He's come to Mobei."

Bai Qiliu raised his head slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Lin Duanyun raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you have heard of him. Well, that's normal. After all, I only locked you up for half a year. Although Gu Mo was not yet one of the Ten Great Masters of Qian Country half a year ago, he was also a hero in Yunzhou and the second best master in Yunzhou. It's normal that you have heard of him.

But, are you thinking that maybe he can discover my abnormality and kill me? Hahahaha, old man, don't hold on to such daydreaming hopes.

That Gu Mo was very powerful, and that half-finished silver-armored corpse was no match for him. However, I had already seen him in action that day, and I knew his martial arts skills well. Without the Gou Chen Demon Sword, once my Golden Body was fully developed, he wouldn't be able to break my armor. Even if he had the sword, he wouldn't be able to keep up with my speed.

You have no idea how powerful the Ice Soul Golden Body will be once it reaches full strength. By then, I'll be indestructible, impervious to fire and water. My speed will be as fast as lightning, my claws will be indestructible, my attack, defense, and speed will all reach peak levels. I'll have no weaknesses at all!"

Bai Qiliao stopped talking.

Lin Duanyun continued to mutter in his ear for a long time before slowly standing up, taking out a few dry biscuits and a cowhide water bag from his arms, throwing them on the ground, and slowly leaving.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped and turned around to say, "I know what you're hoping for. Are you hoping that Master Jingkong will see through my puppet replacement plan? Don't expect that. I've known for a long time that Master Jingkong knows my true identity. So, do you think he still has a chance to expose my replacement plan?"

Shatuo City is an ancient city in the Mobei region that has disappeared in history. Today, only a place name and a small piece of city wall exposed in the buried yellow sand remain.

The place name Shatuo City is still remembered by people in Mobei. The main reason is that there is a temple here called Shatuo Temple. It is a small temple with not much incense, only three or five meditation rooms and five or six novice monks.

However, this Shatuo Temple is not well-known among the people, but it plays an important role in the Mobei martial arts world. Therefore, the owner of this Shatuo Temple is Master Jingkong, who has the highest seniority in the Mobei martial arts world today. He is more senior than Bai Qiliao, the number one martial artist in the Mobei martial arts world and the old leader of the Qiongshan School, who was reported dead a few days ago.

Master Jingkong is not only of high seniority, but also highly respected and admired in the righteous martial arts world of Mobei. Nine out of ten prominent figures in the martial arts world today have received favors or guidance from Master Jingkong. Master Jingkong has devoted his life to reducing disputes in the martial arts world. He has resolved countless grudges in the martial arts world, but has never killed anyone.

Although he is a martial arts expert, he has never established any power in the martial arts world. He has always been guarding the worthless Shatuo Temple. His noble character makes everyone in the martial arts world admire him.

Therefore, although Shatuo Temple is not a martial arts force, it has great fame and high status in the Mobei martial arts world.

The setting sun, blood-red, poured down on the half-buried gate of Shatuo Temple. Wind-blown yellow sand swept across the crumbling courtyard walls, revealing a hazy relief of a Buddha statue on the wind-eroded rock face. The ten-foot-high rammed earth walls were cracked like tortoise shells, and a bronze bell hung above the gate, trembling intermittently with the howling north wind.

A young man in black, carrying two swords on his back, came to the outside of Shatuo Temple. He slowly raised his head, revealing a young face with dark skin. This was none other than Yu Shijiu, the flying swordsman feared by the evildoers in the Mobei martial arts world.

Yu Shijiu pushed the door open and entered the temple.
There were two novice monks, one large and one small, sweeping the floor in the courtyard. They were obviously familiar with Yu Shijiu. They clasped their hands together and bowed, saying, "Donor Yu, our master is meeting a guest. If you want to see him, you'll have to wait a while!"

Yu Nineteen nodded and said, "Okay."

He was very familiar with the novice monks in Shatuo Temple because his home was next to the temple. When he was at home on weekdays, he would often come to Shatuo Temple to eat or ask Master Jingkong for advice. He asked about many things, not just martial arts, but also beliefs, consciousness, and even reading and writing.

Immediately, he sat down under a ginkgo tree in the yard, took out a piece of bread from his arms and started eating it.

The young novice monk, who was about the same age as Yu Shijiu, sat down next to him and asked, "Donor Yu, why do you have an extra sword? Don't you always use your own sword and never use anyone else's sword, no matter how good it is?"

Yu Shijiu chewed his bread and said, "This sword was given to me by a master. It's different."

"What's the difference? Is it very famous or precious?" asked the little monk.

Yu Shijiu replied, "To me, it is extremely precious, more precious than those famous swords that are famous in the martial arts world."

The young monk seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "I think I understand. It must have extraordinary meaning to you."

Yu Shijiu nodded slightly and asked, "Who is Master Jingkong meeting with?"

"I don't know," the young monk said, "It's a guest I haven't seen before, probably an old acquaintance of Master. You just came back and came to see Master, what's the matter?"

"Well," Yu Shijiu said, "I want to tell the Master that the zombie power from thirty years ago has resurfaced. I want him to be careful because someone might take revenge on him."

"Why do you want to take revenge on Master? Does Master have any enemies?" The young monk was very confused.

Yu Shijiu said, "Back then, the mage once..."

"Boom"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a loud noise in the Zen room, and a wall collapsed directly. An old monk fell in the ruins of the earth wall, spitting blood from his mouth.

It was Master Jingkong.

(End of this chapter)