The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 9: The Hidden Zombie!

The hope is that things won't develop into the worst possible outcome.

They must have invited so many monks and Taoist priests hoping to properly pray for Zhou Da's soul so that he could be laid to rest in peace.

What's so special about going up there and immediately unleashing a powerful Heavenly Dragon?

He was not a real Fahai, which led to his excessive killing instinct.

Besides, Fahai didn't just kill everyone he saw. He at least subdued the demons and imprisoned them under the tower or the pavilion.

There's no such thing as a Buddha's light directly appearing and wreaking havoc in all directions.

But upon closer reflection, it's alright if it's someone like Fahai; too much bloodlust is bad enough. After all, if it were someone like Master Sanzang, then I wouldn't have Wukong to save me.
This was also the first time Du Yuan had ever encountered a zombie, a sinister creature that Uncle Ying had used to scare him since he was a child.

So even though Du Yuan had a trump card, she still couldn't help but calm herself down by thinking about this and that.

This is both to adjust one's own emotions so as not to appear timid before even entering the room, and to reassure those around them.

He was probably their last hope.

If even someone as capable as myself chickened out, what about the villagers who can't live without the village?

Therefore, even though Du Yuan was unsure of herself, she still appeared calm and composed on the surface.

Du Yuan's fingertips, which she raised unconsciously, touched the cold sweat on her temples, causing her to pause slightly. However, as she withdrew her hand, she casually straightened her clothes.

To outsiders, he appears to be strolling leisurely, which makes him seem very reliable.

They were all whispering among themselves:

"This young master seems exceptionally talented. Perhaps it really is possible?"

"I feel the same way. They're completely different from those ugly and deformed people before. Maybe they really are capable!"

"That's good, that's good. After all this trouble, it's time to end this!"

Du Yuan walked through the fallen leaves to the thatched hut near the east side of the village. The dappled sunlight filtered through the locust tree in front of the door, gilding the bluestone slabs with a golden glow, as if a stage had been laid out for this grand drama long ago.

The sunlight behind her stretched Du Yuan's shadow long, casting it onto the peeling vermilion paint on the door, making her appear, in a daze, even taller than the door gods.

The collapsed altar, scattered white silk, paper money, and other items can still be seen around.

There were even a few shoes that were clearly asymmetrical.

It's clear that those so-called masters from before were terrified.

I didn't even care that my shoes had fallen off.

The man who led Du Yuan over wiped away a cold sweat and pointed to the door, saying:

"Sir, this is it. I... I'll take it?"

Du Yuan's appearance along the way clearly had an effect, and the man's address to her had changed from "young man" to "sir".

Knowing he was afraid, Du Yuan chuckled and nodded, saying:
"Don't worry, you can go out. I'm fine here on my own."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and immediately tried to pull the old woman away, who wanted to stay but dared not leave with her child.

However, before leaving, he still gave instructions:
"Sir, you'd better take a look through the window before you go in. If you still have doubts after looking, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying that, he grabbed the old woman and left.
“My dear sister-in-law, don’t worry, this young man is clearly capable. You should come with me to wait somewhere else.”

The old woman remained silent, not because she thought Du Yuan was incompetent; on the contrary, she genuinely believed that Du Yuan was capable.

She had never seen such composure and poise in her life.

That's why she didn't say anything.

Because she was worried that Du Yuan hadn't come to help her son pass on to the afterlife, but rather to subdue demons!

But what can we do about it?
Her son, for some unknown reason, was infected by an evil spirit and became a zombie.

Even if leaving it unattended doesn't harm anyone, it will still disturb the peace of the village elders.

After much deliberation, the old woman had no choice but to suppress all her thoughts, let out a long, sorrowful sigh, and then took her granddaughter and left the house.

After the old woman, who kept turning back to look at him as she left,

However, before the old woman completely entered the house, she still called out to Du Yuan:
"Please, sir, help my poor child find peace!" Du Yuan nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then looked at the house where paper money was scattered everywhere.

There was indeed a strange sense of gloom.

So what's the next step?
As Du Yuan pondered her next move, many of her neighbors had already mustered the courage to step out of their homes and peer in her direction.

Du Yuan's performance on the road and her indescribable charm deeply attracted these villagers.

They all subconsciously felt that this young man must really be capable.

Therefore, they all wanted to come out and see what was going on.

However, a dull thud came from inside the house.

Those villagers who had dared to come out exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly hid in their houses.

Many people also scattered out a lot of the glutinous rice, paper money, and talismans that had been prepared in the house.

They pave the already nearly full area in front of the door even higher.

The dull sound made Du Yuan raise an eyebrow slightly.

Is this someone ramming the door?
No, it's banging your head against a wall!

Suppressing the urge to summon the Buddha's light, Du Yuan slowly stepped forward.

Through the holes that those masters had made in the doors and windows.

Du Yuan could see the room clearly.

A thin man stood blankly in front of a wall, bumping into it every now and then.

What is this doing?
A hint of doubt arose in Du Yuan's heart.

He saw the man suddenly turn his head and stare straight at him through the door and window!
His once honest face was now completely devoid of color, deathly pale. His lips were cracked and bluish-purple, revealing gleaming white teeth, and saliva dripped continuously from his chin. His eyes were cloudy and grayish-white, yet they stared intently at the person.

Although his limbs were stiff as wood, his fingertips grew half-inch-long bluish-black nails, which drew eerie arcs in the air with subtle swaying.

No wonder so many so-called masters were scared away after seeing them.

This is truly terrifying!

Du Yuan, though startled, still did not summon the Buddha's light.

Because he felt something was off.

After pondering for a moment, Du Yuan asked the door:

"Zhou Da, is there any unfulfilled wish?"

Unexpectedly, it would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because as soon as she did, Zhou Da rushed towards Du Yuan from inside the room.

The door creaked painfully upon impact, and wood chips fell like snowflakes.

Zhou Da nearly dented the door panel with his force, and spiderweb-like cracks kept appearing at the joint between the door frame and the wall, as if it would be completely torn apart by this brute force at any moment.

Large sections of the wall plaster above the door frame peeled off, revealing the bluish-gray rammed earth underneath, raising choking dust.

If the doors and windows hadn't been sealed off long ago, Zhou Da would probably have been able to rush out right away.

Seeing this, Du Yuan stopped holding back and directly pointed her fingers at the door that Zhou Da had smashed, shouting:
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Dharma Mantra, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas."

"Prajnaparamita Kong!"

The Buddha's light that had previously exposed the horse demon's true form burst forth once more.

Even under the bright sunshine, this golden Buddha light was extremely conspicuous.

The villagers who were hiding behind the door exclaimed in surprise that a living Buddha had descended to earth, and they all bowed down in worship.

Before Du Yuan, the sealed portal had been broken open by the Buddha's light.

Unlike the horse demon, the zombie that Zhou Dahua had transformed into was not completely knocked away. Instead, it was pressed firmly to the ground by the Buddha's light and could not move at all!
At the same time, Du Yuan's voice rang out again: "Zhou Da, I'll ask you one more time, is there any unfulfilled wish?!"

Thunderous vocals, radiant Buddhist light!
(End of this chapter)